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Mummerflies - A Karmic Clutch

A tale by Rix Prime

Salrith let out a low moan, holding her belly tight as she felt the weight of eggs deep within her. Eggs that weren't hers, didn't belong to her. She could feel the desperate need roiling within her, a desire to be mounted and bred, much worse than any she'd ever felt before. Even her bowels were full of the eggs. Maybe it was karma, payback for all the times she'd forced some new incubator to take in her scent and then pumped them painfully full of her own clutch. Why had she let this _happen?_As she heard a rustling from the underbrush next to the stream, she hissed. She knew what was coming, she could _smell_what was coming...

Salrith's ordeal started innocently enough; she'd recently found herself a new nest, and after securing the small cave system and giving it a bit of her usual flair, she'd gone out exploring. It was the same thing she'd done a half dozen times at that point. As long as the area seemed safe, she could start moving more of her belongings in, and, more importantly, retrieve the two poor incubators she'd claimed, one of whom was the reason she'd gone looking for a new nest. The family of the fennec she had wrapped up in her webs had proven quite tenacious. It had seemed wise to start looking for a new place to put them, lest someone try to 'rescue' her incubators.

So far, the hunting opportunities in the woodlands she'd claimed as her territory were ideal, with plenty of small game to grab, plentiful berries and fruits, and nearby running water in the form of a mountain spring. It was a bit colder than she was used to, but it wouldn't take much to keep her nest warm. She chittered happily, chelicerae twitching. Mother egg, I could stay here forever, she thought to herself.

A rustling in the underbrush caught her attention, and she strained her eyes to see what was there. For a few seconds, she couldn't see what had made the noise, but then the movement came again and she grinned. Without even a thought, she struck, forming a small rift in front of her and snapping one of her lower arms through it.

A cry of surprise came from the bushes, and Salrith gripped her prey tightly in her sharply-taloned hand, then pulled it through the rift. "You're lucky I'm not hungry, rabbit," she chittered to the struggling creature she had by the scruff. "Next time I will be." She set the rabbit down on the ground before her, chuckling to herself. Oh yeah, this is a great spot, she mused as the rabbit fled.

Salrith laid herself out on a large, flat rock by the stream and spread out her arms and legs, basking herself in the morning sun. There was_nothing_ like the feeling of contentment that came from finding _just_the ideal spot to hunt. As the sun warmed her, she patted her belly, where a clutch of her eggs was waiting to be laid. The question was... should she fill the fennec, or the other incubator? She tried to remember what the other one was, but it had been so long since wrapping that one up that she couldn't quite recall. She inwardly shrugged; it was too nice a day to really concern herself with minutiae.

As consciousness started to fade into a blissful nap, Salrith was jolted awake by a sudden buzzing sound. The hybrid grunted in irritation and scanned the area around the stream, trying to find the source of the offending noise. It didn't take long, as the sound grew more insistent and significantly louder. Her eyes came to rest on the approaching form of a large dragonfly-like creature with a bulbous abdomen. "Well now, _you're_a surprise," she murmured as it came to rest on the other side of the stream. Iridescent green and purple chitin covered most of its body, and it had four diaphonous wings that seemed somehow too weak to support a body of its size. Salrith grinned as she recognized the creature on its six long and spindly legs; it was a mummerfly!

"Now what in the world would you want with me?" Salrith asked, fully aware that it wouldn't understand her. Surprisingly, it skittered a little closer, fluttering its wings, still focused on the arachnobold. "Seriously? Me? I don't think you could even breed a coldblood like me. Go on, shoo!" She opened up a little rift and reached out to flick at one of the creature's wings. "Go on!"

Startled by Salrith's touch, the mummerfly leapt up in the air and hovered there for a while, then flew off up the stream, presumably to find some other poor victim. Shaking her head, Salrith muttered, "Stupid bug." Mummerflies were dangerous, in a way, in that if they managed to catch a victim unawares, they would quickly fill their breeder with eggs. What happened afterward was even worse, with the new host drawing males from all over to rut them and feed them until the eggs hatched and came out as wriggling little caterpillar-like creatures. The host would survive, and be forever more susceptible to the mummerfly's pheromones. Salrith had never heard of one taking a reptile or any other cold-blooded creature though. Sure, she had some of the same physical attributes, but she doubted it would actually successfully breed her.

With the bug out of sight, Salrith let out a happy little sigh and laid back on the rock again. A chance to get some time out in the open was one she really didn't want to pass up. All eight eyes lidding, she returned to letting the sun warm her scales and body, listening to the wind rustle the leaves of nearby trees.

The arachnobold was just on the edge of sleep when a smell teased at her nose, one she'd never detected before. It was sweet, and brought to mind thoughts of mating and fertility and the clutch of eggs in her belly. She drew in another breath and rubbed her vent with one long digit. A few moments later, she heard a skittering sound from a few metres away, on her side of the stream.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and craned her neck, then groaned at what she saw. "Oh for the love of..." she grumbled. The mummerfly was back, having quietly crept closer to her. She fixed it with a stare, "You're sneakier than I gave you credit for." The scent in the air must have been the spray that it would use to try and subdue a victim long enough to bite. To some limited extent it had worked on the arachnobold, but she certainly didn't have the urge to bend over and let it get close.

"Yes, you dumb thing," she grumbled at it, "I smell of mammal. I lay eggs too, okay. In mammals. Hey, I'm kinda like you." She sighed and shook her head as the mummerfly skittered closer. "Oh fine. Take a looong look. I'm incompatible. I think." For a moment, she wondered what it would be like if the mummerfly _could_lay its own clutch in her.

Salrith laid back, looking at the insect. It was hesitant, as if confused that she wasn't getting on hands and knees for it, but soon it got closer. Salrith spread the lips of her vent for the creature to see and smell. "Come on. Look. Then go away."

Salrith stiffened as the insect skittered within striking distance. It _could_grab her like this, but she was ready for it, should the mummerfly do just that. She relaxed when it didn't immediately pounce, and just inspected the arachnobold for a few more moments. Multifaceted eyes drew close, and Salrith almost laughed at the obvious confusion in the insect's demeanor.

"Told you," Salrith said, and in a softer tone, "Hey, good on you for wanting to... MOTHER-FUCKING EGG!" She hissed and shrieked as the mummerfly bit into the soft flesh near her vent, one of the few places such a bite could have been successful. Almost instantly, the potent venom spread from the spot and flowed through her veins. If Salrith hadn't been so surprised, she might have scrambled away, but instead, her now rapidly-beating heart proved her undoing. "Oh_fuck,"_ she slurred.

The arachnobold lashed out with her leg, or tried to at least; all that happened was a twitch of her leg. Laying as she was on a slight incline, all she could do was watch as the insect slowly climbed up on top of her. She felt those six long, spindly legs on her hide, scraping scales lightly as it moved upward. Against all hope, she tried to reach up to push it off, but it seemed to know that she was helpless as it lazily curled those legs around her body, two under her legs, four around her torso. The mumerfly pushed outward with its lower legs, spreading the twitching arachnobold's in the process.

Even as she lost all voluntary control of her body, Salrith felt a deep arousal start within her belly. She hissed in frustration, feeling her vent growing damp. As the head of the mummerfly came to rest just under her chin, Salrith knew that she was in a great deal of trouble. She whimpered as she felt the arousal deepen into just how she felt when her heat came on her, the time that she would look for any male to ride. If she could have let out tears of frustration, she would have.... and then she felt it. A glimmer of hope.

A low gasp came from her lips and she almost howled in exultation. The excitement induced by the venom had triggered laying instincts! The venom may have stopped all voluntary muscle control, but half of her own laying was driven entirely by instinctive motion. She shuddered as two fleshy tubes slipped out of her vent, filling up and out and preventing all access to her feminine passage. Yeah, how do you like THAT? She thought, looking into the bulbous eyes of the insect that had climbed on top of her. They had the added effect of pushing on the tight ring of muscle under her tail, pushing that closed. The mummerfly couldn't lay its brood!

All of a sudden, she felt the tips of her ovipostors open, and a low croaking gasp spilled from her lips. Unbidden, she felt them start to undulate and flex, and she whined softly as the first of the clutch in her egg-chamber began to push down her right ovipostor, and then one on the left, and a third behind it. As the first egg reached the tip of her ovipostor, tighter and more sensitive than the rest of the tube, Salrith trembled from head to toe. The ecstatic pleasure that came with every single egg, usually laid within one of her incubators back home, was enhanced beyond anything she'd experienced. One after another they came, laid in a sticky, slimy pile, tiny and soft spheres.

Soon, Salrith could barely think as her body voided itself of every last egg she had ready, and even some of the half-formed ones, leaving a pile of the sticky things a foot away from her loins. All the while the mummerfly had watched Salrith, laying patiently on top of her as its prey nearly lost her mind in pleasure.

When the last flex of her ovipostors had come, Salrith slumped, unable to do more than whimper. The feeling of total emptiness was foreign to her; usually she had at least a few left in her, but her whole body was empty of eggs. There was a flash of annoyance that she'd lost the clutch, especially with two wrapped-up and desperate toys back home. She peered into the eyes of the mummerfly, who simply stared back impassively. Or at least she assumed it did; there really wasn't any way to read the expression on its face.

Salrith then leard a strange slurping sound, and only dimly felt the thin, long tube of the mummerfly's own ovipostor questing around her loins.Good job, you stupid bug, your bite blocked your laying._The tube poked and prodded, seeking some sort of entrance, some place to lay its clutch. Pushing at the space beneath her ovipostors yielded no results, but then it moved lower. Salrith drew in a breath, hoping it wouldn't find its way in there, but despite repeated attempts, the mummerfly found its efforts stymied. The creature buzzed its wings a little and repositioned, and made an angry little chittter. _Yeah, fuck you too, Salrith thought.How long you gonna go until you give up?

The prehensile organ started to explore more, as if the mummerfly that controlled it couldn't understand how it couldn't lay its brood. And then, something quite unexpected happened, and Salrith felt a knot of dread form in her belly. The insect's ovipostor was wrapping around the head of Salrith's own! No! Nononononono! Salrith cried out inside her mind, but all that spilled from her lips was one long "ooooooooo"

It couldn't. It can't. There's no way it. No. And then, Salrith felt pressure at the lip of that ovipostor. Oh mother egg, this can't be happening! Please do. All at once Salrith felt a rush of ecstatic pleasure as the mummerfly's ovipostor pushed into the lip of hers, triggering the same intense pleasure that an egg would have. Wriggling, pushing, sliding deeper and deeper. First one inch, then another, each and every minute movement drawing out more pleasure.

Salrith almost wished she _could_cry, the sensations were so strong. It was maddening, the feeling of the mummerfly invading her ovipostor. And all she could do was lay there, looking into the fucking insect's eyes. She imagined that the expression on its face was smug and triumphant, even though it hadn't really changed in any noticeable way. Fourteen inches now, and only a few more felt tickling and motion in a place she'd never thought she'd feel something foreign.

The mummerfly settled a little more, pressing its body against her, the base of its ovipostor pressed right to the tip of Salrith's own. Oh god, she thought, the eggs! The creature's ovipostor flexed, and Salrith's mind went blank in a haze of orgasmic bliss as she felt the first sphere spread the ultra-sensitive organ's tip. If not for the implications of what was coming, Salrith would have been able to enjoy it, but all she could feel was dread. Unlike some of the mummerfly's other victims, she knew what would come afterward.

A second and a third egg started traveling up Salrith's ovipostor, inducing the same overpowering climaxes that the first had. By the fourth and the fifth, the arachnobold's mind was so addled that she couldn't form coherent thought.

When the first of the eggs reached Salrith's chamber, it slipped into her. It was heavier by far than one of her own, and the second soon came after the first. Egg after egg, climax after climax, until the heavy clutch within her was two dozen strong, the smaller but heavier eggs a quivering mass within Salrith's body. She felt something hot spraying inside her, fluid to help trigger the eggs' next stage of development.

Chittering triumphantly, the mummerfly started to withdraw, and despite herself Salrith knew she wanted more. She wanted to do this again, and again, yet at the same time knew she'd never hunt in this area again. The moment the bug's thin ovipostor tugged free, Salrith felt both of hers withdraw and retreat within her; already that hot bath of pheromones and aphrodisiacs was working on her mind, telling her she should fuck every last male she could find. That poor fennec she thought, when I get home he'll be raw when I'm done.

Still unable to move voluntarily, Salrith's eyes widened when she felt the mummerfly's ovipostor pushing under her tail. With her ovipostors retreated and pulled back in, there was no more pressure there, and therefore no resistance. The slimy appendage pushed into her anus without any effort at all this time, and thrust in as deep as it could, the mummerfly's abdomen flush against that muscle. It was as if it knew it could be rougher. The eggs came fast this time, the insect very aware how quickly most animals recovered from the initial venom.

To Salrith's lust-addled mind, it was wonderful, a new kind of sensation that she'd never felt, and some part of her wanted it to just keep going on forever. Far too quickly, the heavy mass of eggs, maybe half as many as in her egg chamber, had been delivered, and another rush of heated goo left within her. With a second triumphant chitter, the mummerfly jerked its ovipostor free, fluttered its wings, and left, its job done.

Salrith lay there, only half aware of anything around her. As the droning buzz of the mummerfly's wings grew fainter, she felt her consciousness slipping, the comprehension of what had happened too much for her.

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When Salrith woke, it could have only been a few minutes later. With consciousness came the desperate, unthinking _need_that spread in her loins and addled her mind. Was this how her own incubators felt when they drew in her scent for the first time? It had to be similar, at the very least. She tried to focus on something else, but her mind just kept going to images of being bred, of lifting tail and letting anyone take her anywhere they wanted.

She finally became aware of something else, and that was a gentle thumping against the now puffy flesh of her vent. She propped herself up on her upper arms and craned her head to look over the bulge in her belly. "Oh fuck..." she gasped and felt a wave of embarrassment. Forearms just above her vent, the same rabbit she'd caught in the bushes earlier was hunched up and jack-hammering away, tiny cock barely even slipping in at all. It froze, and for a moment she thought that it had stopped because it noticed her watching. There was a twitching and pulsing in her half a second later, and the arachnobold understood that the rabbit was releasing his seed.

Despite herself, Salrith felt gratitude and hunger at the rabbit for his offering, now released into her. She could feel every bit of him pulling out, despite being so small. Her stomach roiled at the sight of a wild animal using her for its pleasure, but when he dashed off into the underbrush, she couldn't help but feel like she needed more. "Mother egg, what did that do to my mind," Salrith whispered.

There was a sound in the underbrush as she rolled onto her knees, and she felt her tail lift almost of its own volition. Clutching her belly, she let out a low moan. All she wanted was to be bred, to be used. It was all she needed, and it was all because of the clutch of foreign eggs within her. How could she have been so careless?

There was more rustling from the bushes at the edge of the woods, and Salrith watched as two large wolves emerged from the underbrush, eyes trained on her. For just a moment she felt terror at the sight of them, so intently focused that she thought that they were going to take use her addled state to make a meal of her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to put up a fight in her current condition.

As the wolves got closer, though, she saw they had something very different from a meal in mind. Both of the wolves were obviously aroused, their red and veiny cocks engorged and hanging free from their sheaths. The arachnobold whimpered and raised her tail more, her body responding faster than her mind could keep up.

"No, no, mother egg, get a hold of yourself," Salrith whispered. She_wasn't_ going to let those wild animals mount her, no matter how much she wanted to. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus hard enough to summon a rift to take her home. She'd only ever done it once, in an emergency, travelling that sort of distance by rift.

Salrith might have been able to do it, she might have been able to escape and get a few moments to think and try to fix her predicament. But just as she had summoned up the willpower to push back the haze of need that clouded her thoughts, she felt a broad, wet and very rough tongue drag up and into her vent, and she let out a howl of pleasure. She turned her head to see what had just touched her and was greeted by the sight of a rather large cougar, its own cock turgid and dripping with pre. She'd been so focused on the sight of the wolves approaching that the silent hunter had crept up on her without a sound.

When the feline snuffled and licked again, Salrith knew that she'd lost, and she lifted her backside even higher, presenting it to the creature. The cougar's whiskers flared forward and he reared up and wrapped huge paws around her torso, shoving forward. The stiff cock, barbs flared, poked a few times at her back end, and Salrith found herself repositioning and reaching back with one of her lower arms to take hold of that feral shaft and guide it to her vent.

With a triumphant growl the cougar slammed home and began to rut. Curiously enough, the barbs on the feline's cock didn't hurt, they just dragged a little and stimulated her in ways she'd never imagined. When she felt the cougar's balls slapping against her she let out a deep, desperate moan. The cougar seemed to take this as encouragement, and leaned down to give her neck a firm mating bite, holding onto her as he stepped up the pace of his fucking.

The next thing Salrith knew was the sight of the two wolves inches away, trotting around and seeming to wait their turn at her. It was as if they'd lost all instinctive distrust of other predators, completely unconcerned with the sight of the cougar breeding this strange-looking bitch they'd found. And to them, that's just what she was, a bitch in heat, her scent now broadcast to every nearby male that 'here's a suitable mate of your species in season'.

Reaching out, Salrith wrapped a taloned hand around the nearest wolf's shaft. She knew what she should do, what she needed to do. Behind her, the cougar was reaching a nearly punishing pace, the creature's weight heavy on her. The wolf, completely intoxicated with her scent, allowed her to guide his cock to her lips. Without a thought, she enveloped the wolf's cock in her mouth, tasting the feral's pre and musk. Any other time, she'd have thought this a terrible and perverse thing to do, but she felt nothing but triumph at the way the canine jerked his hips and awkwardly tried to drive his cock into her mouth.

Salrith whimpered when the cougar released her neck, though it was obviously not done. The wolf that she had in her mouth took it as an invitation, and soon it had turned toward her and reared up, starting to fuck her face in earnest, face to face with the cougar. Some detached part of her mind thought it fascinating that the animals were so focused on their task that they could share her so willingly.

The other, more dominant part of her only had one single thing in mind: Cock. And so the arachnobold gleefully made an 'o' of her lips and did her best to keep teeth from the canine's sensitive flesh. She could see his knot straining against the lip of its sheath. If it had been hunched up behind her, she would have been happy to see or feel it, but she had enough self-preservation instinct in her to know if it managed to tie she'd choke. As it was, the thick meat was already tickling the back of her throat.

The cougar on top of Salrith began to growl and huff, and with a mighty, deafening roar, jerked powerful hips a few more times and she felt warmth in her. A little more concerning was the strange squirming in her womb, as if the eggs were also excited by the cougar's spend. His work done, the cougar tugged himself out of her, and there she felt a little bit of pain as the barbs dragged on the more sensitive flesh of her vent-lips. That pain blossomed into a sudden, almost agonizingly intense orgasm, and she lost all composure as she howled around the wolf-shaft in her mouth.

The cougar, his job done, hopped off of her and slumped over in the grass near Salrith, spent. Before she could even process, the second wolf had taken the cougar's place. This time though, the wolf's position was one that had the blunt tip of his cock jabbing above her vent, right underneath her tail. She was too focused on the musky shaft in her mouth to help the other wolf, however, and felt a few painful jabs before the tip spread that tight ring of muscle and buried itself in her.

Salrith moaned, feeling herself spread wide in a place she very rarely ever allowed anyone to rut. She pushed back against the wolf enthusiastically despite the aching. He was thick, and soon had everything but his knot buried in her, that bulb of flesh shoving against her over and over. She was terrified that she couldn't handle a tie, but her body wouldn't listen to her, wouldn't let her stop pressing back against the canine's thrusts.

The wolf fucking Salrith's mouth started to jerk and buck, and that knot pressed at her lips. Frantically, she pulled back the sheath and gripped the bulb of flesh tightly, tugging just behind it. Believing himself to have tied with this very strange bitch, the wolf tensed, and she felt jets of watery semen filling her mouth. The taste was close, but not exactly the same as the few anthro wolves she'd been with. For a moment the thought came to her clearly; You're sucking off a feral wolf. An animal_you've never seen!_ Even with the clear understanding of that perversity, she gulped down whatever he had to give her.

There was an aching in Salrith's tailring, and she felt the wolf mounting her rear start to pick up his pace. As the last droplets of the wolf's cum shot onto her tongue and she swallowed, she felt something give way. The pressure from the wolf's knot flared and she nearly screamed as she felt his balls slap suddenly against her. Seconds later, she felt the knot swell in her and the wolf trying to tug out. Hot breath spilled across her back and the wolf jerked a few times, and came, starting to fill her bowel with life-giving seed. She felt a squirming in her bowel and gasped, the moment the wolf had started to jet his semen in her, they had started to squirm. It was then that she understood that the eggs were sustained on whatever the animals left in her.

Instinct drove the wolf tied under Salrith's tail to hop off and tug, facing away from her, cock still stuck in her bowel. The huge knot felt so heavy in her, and the wriggling of the mummerfly's eggs left her intimately aware of what was happening.

Sated, the wolf hunched over Salrith's face hopped off and flopped to the side. She gagged, trying not to give any thought to what she'd just tasted. What she'd greedily gulped down despite her true desires not to. A low hiss spilled from her lips as she felt the wolf tied to her backside tug a little more, and with a flare of pain, his cock tugged out of her, dribbles of his seed drooling from her backside. She craned her head to look at the wolf and gasped. The knot was the size of a softball, and it had just tugged out of her.

She wondered what she must look like, pucker stretched, vent dripping with her need and feline cum, lips wet with a wolf's seed. She whimpered a little more, and asked herself when this would end. How long would she be lifting tail and opening her mouth for every animal that approached?

Salrith was snapped out of her reverie when she saw something climbing out of the water, and she felt her stomach clench. A large lizard, one of a species that she'd never seen, was emerging, cold eyes focused entirely on her. He - it had to be a he, if it was coming for her, didn't it? - looked something like a monitor lizard, if it was the size of a small pony. How had he approached so stealthily? Despite herself, she felt herself peeking at what she expected would be buried in some part of her soon.

The sight that greeted Salrith made her let out a low moan. Two large, ridged shafts had slipped out of the lizard's own vent, each at least half again as the wolves' already thick shafts, one above the other rather than next to each other like most other reptiles she'd seen. Despite herself, she found herself crawling toward the aroused reptile. She couldn't deny it, she wanted to see how those cocks would feel, how the ridges would tug and pull.

Stop it!_Salrith told herself. _Fight this! Some other part of her mind just replied with, Why should I? This is what you need. Take care of your new clutch. This is how you do it. When she reached the lizard, she licked her lips. With the other three males, she'd been almost reluctant, but with the large reptile, she felt a kinship. The lizard's long, forked tongue flickered against her face, and she let out a low moan. "Okay... mother-egg, I... I want you."

She rolled onto her back, legs splayed, and the lizard stared at her, his expression unreadable. For some reason, she needed to _see_the lizard as it tried to mate with her. "Please," she whispered, fully embracing the purpose she'd been given. She knew she wouldn't resist the need that was constantly tugging at her senses, not anymore.

The lizard moved forward on four short legs, scaly greenish gray hide still wet from his time in the stream. That huge head pressed between her legs, tongue flickering out to taste her before slipping downward to draw in the scent and taste of canine seed. He seemed almost confused to Salrith, as if having two holes to choose from was something he was unused to.

Salrith reached one of her lower arms downward to tease at the lizard's neck, tugging a little. Encouraged by its rather unusual mate, the lizard crawled up over her, forelegs resting just above the arachnobold's shoulders. She felt those thick shafts poking and prodding, and gasped when one of them nearly hit home. Without even thinking about it, she lifted her legs upward and wrapped them around her reptilian lover, angling herself to give him more purchase.

Still the lizard seemed to have a hard time positioning himself properly, and with a desperate murmur of encouragement, Salrith used both her lower arms to reach under the lizard and take hold of both of his cocks. She knew what she wanted, knew what to do. One tip angled lower, one a little higher, and she felt the pointed tips drive home at the same time. "Theeere," she hissed, and used her legs to tug him downward, twin shafts spreading her vent and her anus at the same time.

The moment those twin tapered heads sunk into her, the lizard stiffened for a moment and bore down, pushing thick shafts into Salrith's depths. The thickness was painful, and as each ridge popped into her, she let out little hissing cries of mingled pleasure and pain. Inch by inch, the massive shafts penetrated her until she felt him bottom out in her, six ridges in all buried. Without even a moment's warning, the lizard tugged back, and Salrith screamed as the ridges pulled at her insides, little lewd slurping and popping sounds coming as the first ridges were pulled out. Two more pairs of ridges pulled out, and by the third, Salrith came through the haze of pain and lust. Seconds later, the lizard bore down again, seeming to take his time rutting her.

Salrith lifted her upper arms to stroke at the lizard's side. This is what she needed, this was her entire purpose, to be bred and used and filled with whatever she could find. The little voice of protest in her mind had gone silent, and she exulted in what she'd become.

Over and over the lizard pulled out and then brought his weight down on Salrith with agonizing slowness. By the time she felt him shudder and stuff one more pair of ridges into her, she was nearly insensate, her whole body trembling with repeated climaxes. She felt warmth within her, and the eggs in her started squirming and wriggling again as they were fed with the lizard's semen. It felt like he was releasing entire litres of the stuff in her, she felt so full. Indeed, when he roughly tugged his twin cocks out of her, she gushed with the fluid that wouldn't stay in her.

Salrith let herself slump, legs falling to the ground, arms splayed out to her sides. The lizard just moved forward, his cocks bumping and dragging across her belly and chest. Without thinking, she opened her mouth, tongue briefly wrapping around one of the now slick spires of flesh as the lizard, his breeding done, just walked right over her prone body and returned to the stream. She tasted her own ecstatic pleasure in that single moment.

Salrith slowly sat up, propping herself up on her upper elbows. This time, when she saw that the two wolves were again looking at her intently, she didn't hesitate to roll to a position they would be intimately familiar with, lifting her tail eagerly.

When a wild boar shuffled out of the bushes at the edge of the stream, Salrith whimpered, seeing its long, twisted spire of flesh under the bulky body. "Oh mother egg, YES," she croaked. She didn't care where that dripping length ended up, she just wanted it in her. One of the wolves reared up behind her, cock prodding and jabbing clumsily, and the mummerfly's clutch-mother gave into her purpose.

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Salrith had lost track of how many times she'd been rutted, how many cocks had been in her mouth. When she'd tried to eat some berries, she'd felt a surprising rush of revulsion that she didn't question for even a moment. The arachnobold was dimly aware of the days passing, days spent lifting tail for her myriad lovers Her vent felt raw, her tailring gaped so much she couldn't clench it closed. Every time a male contributed to the nourishment of the eggs within her, they would squirm and twitch excitedly.

The arachnobold even remembered a humanoid male coming across her and taking advantage of her state to leave his own deposit. Not long after, he'd returned with friends, each one of them making use of her over and over. None of it stayed in her mind though, and she wasn't sure if that had happened, or if it had been a fever dream. More than a few times she'd woken to some male already within her, so it was entirely possible it had been both dream _and_reality.

On the twenty-second day, though she couldn't even fathom that it had been that long, she woke up and something felt... different. For the first time in weeks, there were no males in the clearing by the stream where she'd had her fateful encounter with the mummerfly. Her belly was distended almost obscenely, and she felt like her bowels were stretched beyond what she should even be able to tolerate. There was a throbbing ache inside her, insistent and impossible to ignore

It was then that Salrith knew what was different inside her. The eggs were moving with no nourishment to trigger their excitement. It was somehow more intense, and she gasped as the wriggling and squirming grew even more pronounced. She tried to stand up, but a sudden twinge of pain came from inside her.

Before she could process what was really happening, she felt her ovipostors evert, and she cried out in surprise. She fell down to her knees, stroking each of them as the tips opened and the sensitive inner flesh pushed outward. Something started to travel down her right ovipostor, and then something else down her left. The sensation was at the same time both familiar and utterly alien. She wasn't pushing eggs out of her at all. Whatever was doing it was wriggling down and out of her of its own volition.

Two more started to descent through the arachnobold's ovipostors, even as the first two reached the painfully sensitive tips. At the same time, she felt something squirming at her backside, pushing outward. The realization finally came to her that the eggs had hatched _inside_her, and the mummerfly's brood of larvae were birthing themselves.

Salrith felt panic rising in her as the first reached the tip of her ovipostor. A scream, ecstatic and entirely bestial, spilled from her lips. A blunt head pushed out from the end of her ovipostor, the rest of the body coming soon after. She felt the one in her rump slip free, another behind it.

Each larva born from her ovipostors brought on a cripplingly powerful climax, and by the time the last of them had exited her body, she had fallen on her side and was shaking uncontrollably. She still wanted cock, she still needed it, but the need was no longer overwhelming, and the gravity of what had happened came crashing down on her.

"_Mother egg, what just happened?"_Salrith asked herself, though she well knew what she'd done. Karma had come for her in the most brutal and wonderful way possible. The larvae had started crawling all over her, little lines of hardening slime left behind her. She shook them off, yelling loudly, no longer wanting them anywhere near her.

Mind reeling, she remembered her incubators, the ones carrying her own eggs, left in her lair. A moment of panic made her think that she'd been in the thrall of that false heat for much longer than was safe, but she shook her head. They could live in their strange stasis like state for months, waking from it only to bear her eggs or take her breeding.

As she shook her head to clear the cobwebs, trying to free her mind from the last remnants of that terrible false heat, she heard a familiar buzzing sound. At the same time, a scent teased at her nose, one that urged her to get back on her arms and legs and lift her tail. Salrith looked up in the direction of the sound, the myriad larval mummerflies wriggling at her knees.

At the edge of the clearing was the mummerfly, the very same one that had given her that karmic clutch of eggs... watching. Waiting for her to give in again.

Mother egg, why not? Why the fuck not? Salrith thought to herself. I've still got at least another month before my own incubators need feeding and breeding.

Salrith turned away from the mummerfly and got on arms and knees, lifting her tail.

And then the mummerfly was on her.