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Vel's Predicament

YCH Story Example - Mummerflies

Written by Rix Solstice

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Ur-flies. Or Mummerflies as some of the locals call them. When I first heard of them I was fascinated. Monogendered insects that used mammals as incubators? Weird, eh? So of course I chose a study of them and their reproductive processes for my Xenobiology course.

I had a month to submit the project over the summer semester, so of course I decided that I'd go and try to find one in the wild. Just to see what they did in person. That, and well, a nice camping trip would be fun. Two birds with one stone, yeah?

It took me almost a week to find one, and when I did, it was... incredible. It was about a two day hike from the nearest settlement, but you know I'm good for that. Remember all those camping trips we did, Kevi?

The first part was finding a mammal in heat. That wasn't so hard... but then tagging them and following them was a bit harder. It was an urwolf. On the third day, I hit pay dirt. I noticed the wolf acting even MORE enthusiastic than normal. A few moments later, a large ur-fly landed on the bitch's back. What followed was amazing. The wolf was locked in place by the insect's venom and then it pushed an appendage into her. I watched while the ur-fly fill the bitch with eggs.

Want to know a secret, Kevi? It turned me on to watch it. I mean, it REALLY turned me on. To the point I had to stop watching and go back to my tent to uh 'attend to myself', if you know what I mean. It's just weird how much I liked watching that. Until now, I don't think I ever thought of it, sexually. But that kind of helplessness, and what the bitch would do after, lifting tail for every male that wanted her, even from other species? Yeah. Maybe I'm a pervert. Anyway. I'll go and watch the results tomorrow.

Vel hovered her finger over the 'send' button on her datapad, then grumbled and hit 'cancel' instead. Some things she should really leave unsaid, even with her twin brother, with whom she'd shared everything since she was born. She sighed a little and smoothed back her headfur, feeling almost guilty.

How could she tell him though? How could she admit that to her brother, that she'd spent an hour fingering herself, imagining herself a victim of one of the mummerflies. How would it feel, she wondered, as the bug deposited eggs in her? How would she react to the aftermath? Would she be able to resist the urge to let every male who approached her?

Those thoughts and questions, of course, started to make her sex damp with arousal again. Shaking her head, Vel dipped her fingers down and began to push them inside, curling them slightly. Letting out a soft moan, she tossed the datapad aside in favour of using both hands, with fingers on her clit and the other hand seeking that bundle of nerves deep inside her.

It was nearly an hour later when she fell asleep, hands sticky with her arousal. Her dreams that night were, predictably, about the ur-flies.

When finally Vel woke up in the morning, she wasn't surprised to find that during the night she'd soaked her sleeping bag through. The scent of sex filled the small tent, and she let out a little grumble. The dreams had been so explicit, she expected that she'd probably climaxed a dozen times in her sleep. "Pervert," she muttered, "Getting off on watching an animal get raped by a bug."

Figuring there was nobody to see her anyway, the raccoon unzipped the front of her tent and stepped out fully naked. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, the slightly greenish tint of its light making the clearing she was in seem that much more verdant. A sigh spilled from her lips as she scratched at her belly. When her hands touched the stickiness that mussed up her fur at her mound, she grumbled again. She should probably go wash off in the stream nearby. It wouldn't do to put her clothes on smelling like she'd spent the night masturbating, even if she had.

A few minutes later, she was submerging herself in the cool waters of the nearby stream, scrubbing her black and grey fur clean. When she was done, she laid herself out flat on the rocky shore and closed her eyes. It was a beautiful morning, warm and sunny. Even the greenish tinge of the light wasn't bothering her.

"Why the hell did it turn me on so much?" She asked herself quietly, and shook her head. The sight of the shimmering green-and-blue mummerfly on the urwolf's back, tail curling and then pushing into the mammal's vagina. The sounds of pleasure from the urwolf. Watching the ovipostor tail swell as the first egg was deposited in the urwolf's womb. And then another. And another. And when that was done, the ovipostor had gone under the urwolf's tail.

Without realizing it, Vel had begun to masturbate again, thinking of how that urwolf would spend the next week rutting with anything that would mount her, gathering nutrients to bathe the eggs in and ensure the larval mummerflies would be able to synthesize the right hormones to placate further 'mates'.

A sudden buzzing sound came to Vel's ears and she let out a squeal of surprise. Looking all around, she didn't see anything at first. But then she saw it. There was a mummerfly _right there,_perched on a branch in a tree nearby. And it was looking at her. The egg pouch on its back was engorged, and it was obviously looking for someplace to sow its seed.

Vel's inner walls clenched when she realized what it wanted to do. There was a sweet scent in the air, and Vel knew it was trying to use its gathered pheromones to placate her. There was nothing like a raccoon on the planet though, and those pheromones wouldn't have an effect on her. All the same, the thought of being on her hands and knees, the mummerfly's venom coursing through her veins. The chitinous creature wrapping legs around her belly and chest, holding her tight as the ovipostor pushed into her...

Vel moaned a little, and lowered her fingers to her mound, pushing a finger in. A stray thought came into her mind, and she breathed, "what if...". Mammals from the colony had been infested before. She was a mammal. It could do it, fill her belly and bowels with eggs. Make her spend weeks rutting with the wildlife before nesting and birthing dozens of wriggling brood.

Stomping her foot, she yelled at the creature, picking up a rock and throwing it with pinpoint accuracy, but the mummerfly simply dodged and settled on a nearer branch. The sweet smell grew stronger, and Vel knew for certain it was definitely focused on her. It wanted her.

"This is stupid..." Vel breathed to herself. "Get out of here, Vel. Don't be stupid. It's one thing to watch... but to..." The actual thought though, of becoming an incubator for the eggs. Of feeling every egg put in her, of doing what came after. All it did was make her even more wet. "If someone found you, you could say you were bitten. Distracted. The fly was desperate. It happens. The books say it does." The raccoon moaned a little, realizing she was making excuses. The mummerflies had been known to attack when truly desperate.

When she fell to her hands and knees, turning away from the mummerfly and closing her eyes, Vel knew what was going to happen. There was a buzz of wings almost immediately as the creature descended from the tree, coming to rest on a rock only feet away from her.

"Vel," the raccoon breathed to herself, "Don't be stupid, run. This is crazy. Go right now. The water's not far. You can clean off, run away." There were mere seconds before the fly decided that she was ready. When the buzzing of wings came again, Vel turned her head to look. She'd never been this close, and for that one moment she thought it was beautiful. Built a little like a dragonfly, but with a thicker body and a rather pendulous pouch of eggs near the tail, it was covered from head to toe in glistening, multicolored chitin that shone in the light.

The mummerfly hovered for a few moments before moving above her. When she felt the weight of the creature on her back, Vel let out a gasp. Long legs wrapped around her torso and belly, and the insect's head lowered to her shoulder.

It felt like an eternity, that single moment, held close by the mummerfly, the head resting on her shoulder. There was a single moment of hesitation, a moment that Vel could fight, but that moment never came. All at once, the insect bit her neck, and those chitinous legs that seemed so delicate, gripped hard enough to ache as the venom filled Vel's veins.

Vel cried out in pain as fire spread throughout her body. Deposited as it was, the venom went to her brain and the rest of her body like lightning. Her joints locked up, and in an instant, she felt herself paralyzed. Those muscular legs gripped her hard, and she felt the creature using its own body and wings to steady her. There was no escaping what the mummerfly was going to do now, even if Vel wanted to.

There was a wet, slurping sound, and Vel moaned softly. She imagined the little vent near the end of the mummerfly's tail pushing open and the prehensile ovipostor slipping out. The mummerfly's tail curled, and Vel felt something poking at her sex. It felt like forever before the tip found her entrance. She could imagine a triumphant chittering the moment the mummerfly found its first target and pushed into her.

Vel's first climax came as the thick ovipostor pushed deep into her cunt, and a dribble of her nectar mixed with the slimy fluid that coated the appendage trailed down her right leg. All that came from her lips was a desperate moan as the ribbed appendage pushed deep into her, stretching her inner walls. She knew what was coming as the ovipostor drove deeper into her and met resistance. Four, five, six times the mummerfly pulled itself back and drove forward. On the seventh, she felt a stab of pain and a stretching feeling deep inside as the mummerfly's ovipostor found its mark.

As the invading appendage pushed into Vel's womb, she felt a splash of warmth deep within. The mummerfly was filling her womb with the nutrient fluid the eggs would need at the start. She wanted to look back, wanted to watch it happening, but she could barely move her head at all. The mummerfly readjusted itself, and then she felt her sex stretching again, wide enough that it ached. The first of the eggs was passing the lip of her vagina. She braced herself for the feeling of her cervix stretching, only moaning a little as she felt that innermost gateway stretching. Even as the first egg pushed into her womb, she felt another pressing at her entrance.

Vel felt tears welling up in her eyes. The fluids must be relaxing the muscles inside, enhancing elasticity. She could feel her belly swelling as one after another of the mummerfly's eggs were deposited in her womb. For what felt like an eternity, the insect kept depositing eggs inside her. Soon she felt her belly touch the ground.

With almost no warning, the ovipostor pulled out, having laid over a dozen eggs inside her. With it came a torrent of slime that drooled down her legs. There was no escaping what had happened.

What she hadn't expected, as she'd been distracted before, was the ovipostor, still coated in slick slime, pushed at her tailring. The raccoon's eyes flew open as the tight ring of muscle was stretched wide and the ovipostor shoved in deep. She felt it wiggling around inside her, pushing ever deeper into her. The raccoon's bowels churned with the violation. Soon she felt the base of the ovipostor, the vent from which it had slipped, pressing against her tailring.

There were a few moments of uncertainty, a hesitation, and then Vel felt her tailring stretching wider than she'd ever thought possible as an egg was forced along the length of the mummerfly's appendage. She could feel the rippling sensation in her gut, a disconcerting, alien feeling. When the egg had been deposited, fluids adhering it to her bowel wall, the ovipostor pulled out an inch and the process began anew. Over and over and over the mummerfly deposited its eggs, until the last one was laid mere inches inside her.

When finally the ovipostor slipped free, the mummerfly rested there for a few moments. Vel groaned loudly; she'd been so occupied with her own pleasure she'd not seen that there'd been more than just the implantation in the ur-wolf's womb. She'd been filled with eggs, belly and bowel, and now there was nothing she could do about it. Soon she'd start to lose all reason, hunching over for males to help fertilize and feed the eggs.

The mummerfly finally relaxed its grip on her, and Vel whined softly. The ordeal had only just begun, but at least the creature was done with her. Or so she thought it was. It didn't seem to be flying away though, just... turning around. The hanging ovipostor was now bumping against her nose. Surprisingly, it was clean, none of its length stained with filth. If she'd paid attention while watching the mummerfly with the urwolf, she'd have known what was coming.

When the ovipostor touched her lips, it found the opening it was searching for, and started to push into her mouth. Vel groaned, this was too much for her. It was going to put eggs in her _stomach._Suddenly, and far too late, Vel realized that she'd made a terrible mistake. She could taste the slick slime on her lips as it pushed in, and she had the presence of mind to take a deep breath before it cut off her air supply.

A numbness spread in her throat, and then the ovipostor shoved deep, making her throat swell a bit as it made its way deep into her. She wanted to gag at the taste, but her body wouldn't obey. There was something horrifying and deeply erotic about the way that ovipostor swelled as the first egg pushed out, stretching the flesh. When the first one passed her lips and stretched her throat, Vel began to cry. It wasn't injuring her at all, but it certainly wasn't comfortable. One, then two, and then three passed her lips. She felt her stomach churn at the feeling of stretching, like she was too full. The process took no more than thirty seconds, as if the mummerfly knew it could kill her if it took too long.

After the last egg was laid, Vel felt a pulsing, and a fluid was pumped into her stomach; more of the nutrients the eggs would need in order to survive the first while. Almost as quickly as it had pushed into her throat, the slimy ovipostor pulled out. The raccoon wanted to sob, to scream, but her lips wouldn't move. She was left with the foul taste of slime in her mouth and a churning stomach full of almost a dozen eggs. Every part of her felt full, bloated, and she knew she'd invited this fate upon herself.

The mummerfly's grip relaxed, and soon she felt another bite on her neck. As before, the insect injected something directly into her veins, and she whimpered quietly. Without warning, its job done, the mummerfly took flight, looking a little less gravid than it had before claiming a new host for its young.

Later, minutes maybe, though to the rigidly paralyzed raccoon it felt like hours, something started to change. She felt her knees wobbling, and soon she collapsed, rolling onto her side, clutching her belly. She could feel her taut skin under her fur, stretched beyond comfort, but still strong. Beneath, she could feel misshapen lumps, the outlines of the mummerfly's eggs. Her bowels felt like she'd been forced to hold an enema in for hours, and nothing was coming out.

"Oh god..." she croaked, trying to spit out the taste of the mummerfly's appendage. "What the fuck?" She tried to get up, but found her legs wouldn't support her yet. Three weeks. Three weeks she'd be like this, and it wasn't even the end of her ordeal.

It started slowly, almost so slowly that she didn't notice it, but soon it grew insistent. She was getting aroused, but it was a different kind of arousal. She tried to crane her neck to peek at her sex, but her swollen belly prevented her from seeing anything. Reaching down, she touched herself and let out a cry; everything was extremely sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. And it was getting worse. The more that arousal grew, the more she wanted to touch herself. She wanted something in there. She wanted to be mounted, to feel her already stretched cunt filled again. When her fingers peeked under her tail, she almost screamed. The moment she touched the tight ring of muscle under her tail, she wanted something there too.

Her exploring hand traced the outline of her sex, and soon all she could think of was finding something to fill her. This was like one of her heats, but amplified ten, no, a hundred fold. The scent that touched her nostrils wasn't her usual one, and she knew that it would be a beacon to pretty much everything male in miles to come find her and give her just what she wanted.

It wasn't long before she saw the first urwolf slip from the bushes across the stream, his nostrils twitching... and Vel knew what he wanted.

She wanted it too.