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Lyrken Beetles - Double Crossed

Written By Rix Prime

Renn crept through the humid, slippery tunnels of the lyrken beetle nest carefully and quietly, alert for any indication that the myriad creatures had noticed him. Around him dozens of the bobcat-sized beetles were scurrying, paying him no heed whatsoever. He wondered what they were doing and why, but the answer really wasn't important. True to his employer's word, the bio-dampening field that sheathed his body made him all but invisible to the creatures. If he hadn't been wearing the little metallic device around his waist, he wouldn't have been able to get within fifty metres of one of the nest's multiple entrances without being accosted and 'encouraged' to stay away. He grumbled a bit; the only problem with the device was that it required him to be completely naked. Something about the field needing to be unimpeded by any garments. And so all he wore was a simple utility belt with a dozen little vials attached.

He didn't really mind being naked, though it sometimes gave a few people pause to see soft labia between his legs, when every other part of his body had masculine -if lithe and sinuous- proportions. The issue was that he was getting his white and brown fur wet with a little bit of that glistening, slimy fluid that seemed to coat everything, even the floors. He didn't even want to think what made it, really, given the propensity of some beetles to make nests out of their spittle or other less savoury things.

One of the beetles brushed against Renn's legs as it passed, drawing out a surprised squeak from the mouse. He flattened his dish-shaped ears against his skull, going completely still. The beetle had stopped and turned, alerted by the sound. The mouse held his breath as it seemed to stare right at him. His eyes flickered to the dampener on his wrist, suddenly very worried that something had gone wrong. The little green light showed that it was working just fine, however, and he let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.

The beetle scurried off after a few moments, seemingly satisfied there were no intruders. Renn leaned back against the wall of the nest, for once not worrying about the stickiness that covered his back. He curled his whip-like tail around his legs and wondered just what he'd gotten himself into.

After a few weeks of odd jobs on the tiny, nameless (unless you counted a numeric designation a name) colony world in the outer reaches, he'd been contacted by a source he'd come to trust as reliable and above board. They needed someone small and thin to creep into the entrance of a large nest of lyrken beetles, one of the world's curiously insect-focused local fauna. Bulk and brawn were a drawback in this case, the entrance was quite tight, and the bio-dampener worked better with smaller bodies. On reports that the mouse was very much the kind who could move about silently, they'd approached him in particular. Renn had been about to turn the job down, but the money they'd offered had been enough to quell any worries he had.

All Renn had to do was make his way into the heart of the nest to the breeding chambers and collect some of the excretions of a breeder. It had only been after he'd accepted the work contract that they'd told him said breeders were mammals, captured and dragged in and turned into living incubators for the nest's eggs. The biological changes that the process induced made the incubators produce copious amounts of aphrodisiac and pheromone-laden juices that were worth a small fortune per vial. He had to collect twenty vials, and he'd get one quarter of their value. It was an amount that would pay his rent for two full months, for a single day's work.

Letting out the tiniest of sighs, Renn looked with distaste as a half dozen of the beetles made their way past him. He quietly wondered just what they ate. If he weren't terrified that the dampener would fail, he would have been more curious. He didn't want to even think what the beetles would do if they caught someone skulking around in the middle of their nest.

Renn sniffed the air, little pink nose twitching and whiskers flaring forward. There was a scent in the humid air of the nest that brought to mind memories of sex, mingled with a sickly sweetness that made his stomach churn. The deeper he went, the more intense the humidity. They'd told him that he just had to follow that smell deeper, to where it was strongest, and he'd find the breeding chambers.

Creeping slowly, he moved deeper into the nest. After about fifteen more minutes of exploring, leaving little marks on the walls to indicate where he had been, he came to a huge chamber, the ceiling nearly thirty feet overhead. How deep underground was he? Checking the bio-dampener again, he slunk into the cavernous room. Dozens upon dozens of the beetles skittered all over the place, and the fecund smell in the air was cloying to the point of being almost overwhelming. This had to be it, so where were the damned 'breeders'?

A whimper, curiously familiar to Renn's ears, incongruous with the cacophonous sounds of skittering legs, dripping water and little squelches, caught his attention. He quietly made his way toward the source of the sound, heart pounding against his chest. A wide tunnel led into a small room just off the chamber, and as he slipped into that much smaller space, his mouth fell open and he felt a rush of terror.

Before him was the largest beetle he'd ever seen. Unlike the other beetles, it had to be the size of a tiger rather than a bobcat. Instead of the whitish chitin of the smaller beetles, it was covered in a green and bluish carapace. Its abdomen was bulbous and much longer in proportion to the other beetles. The monstrous creature was propped up against the wall, the base of the abdomen touching the smooth floor. That abdomen was pulsing and twitching, and behind the body came those whimpers, louder this time.

That whimpering, desperate, pained, but altogether pleased, made Renn want to moan. How long had it been since someone had drawn those same sounds from him? The dichotomy of that pleasure and the danger of his position made him shudder. Despite himself, he felt dampness between the petals of his sex, and he delicately slipped two fingers between them. He was wet, the warmth of arousal blossoming in him, stronger than he'd ever felt before outside of being in heat.

He stood there pressed against the wall of the chamber for nearly ten minutes, his view of the source of that whimpering blocked by the massive beetle. He didn't dare move anymore, not even withdrawing his fingers from between his legs. When the beetle finally moved its massive bulk, backing up from the wall, he almost jumped in surprise. Whatever it had been doing, it was finished, and it turned around and lumbered out. Renn held his breath again when it was facing him, but it simply passed right by him. As it went, he saw a tube on the underside of its abdomen, covered in a yellow-green ichorous slime, retract into a small slit.

The whimpering turned to a desperate moan, and Renn's gaze was drawn back to the far wall of the room. It was then that he saw one of the nest's unfortunate breeders. She was a female, from the looks of it. Her legs were stretched wide, though he couldn't see much more of them than her upper thighs. The rest of the limbs were sealed in more of the resin that made up the walls of the nest, pressed in a position that had to be uncomfortable, bent over themselves and spread into near-splits. He could see her sex, distended and drooling with an a strangely luminescent green goo, mingled with that same ichor that had coated that strange appendage. Her tail-hole was almost obscenely stretched as well, smeared with ichor as well.

The thing that made his stomach flip and churn, though, was her belly. Distended and ponderously bulky, it looked to Renn like everything below her rib cage was stretched, wider and larger than should have even been possible. Her belly wasn't perfectly round, though; it was bumpy rather than smooth. Eggs. She was filled with eggs. She moaned loudly, and a spurt of luminescent goo dribbled from her sex.

His gaze moved upwards, and the sight he saw there was somehow worse. Her breasts were swollen too, more of that strange goo oozing from her nipples, pooling under her arms. Or... where her arms should be. They, like her legs, were coated in resin, not a single inch of them visible, the substance even draped across her collarbone and neck. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, also dribbling more goo, and he only dimly recognized her as feline from the shape of her muzzle. But what made him moan was her eyes. In them he saw... horror, need, desperate and unreasoning, and complete madness. There was no mind behind those eyes anymore, and he wondered just how long she'd been here to have her mind so obviously shattered.

Renn was so completely distracted by the obscene sight that he didn't notice something else was wrong until it was far too late. Something spattered against his chest, hot and sticky. "Wha?" he exclaimed, looking down to where a strange yellow-brown goo had coated his chest, matting the fur. For just a moment he thought that maybe it had dropped from the ceiling, but it had hit him with the force of a softball. He immediately looked to his wrist, and let out a low cry of sudden terrified understanding. The green light on the dampener was off. In fact, there was no light at all, no hum of power.

Terror knotted in Renn's gut as he looked up to see the source of the glob of muck on his chest. There were a dozen of the small beetles, all of them focused on him. Despite himself he felt a strange excitement at the sight, his sex clenching. He knew what they would want of him, caught in the middle of a breeding chamber in their nest.

Two more spat globs at him, and then, as one, they attacked. Renn let out a yell as the two globs landed, one on his belly and one on his thigh. Caught off balance and frozen with fear, four leaped on him, knocking him back against the wall. He flailed at them, battering and kicking, but they were surprisingly heavy. As more of the beetles landed on him, pressing him against the sticky nest wall, he knew there was no way to stop them. If they hadn't been working in unison, some of them holding him down while others started to drag him to a small mound in a depression next to the other breeder, he might have had a chance. Two broke off and started spitting more of the sticky globs against the wall above the little mound, smearing it all over.

"No! NO!" He yelled, struggling as much as he could. Their legs and arms holding him fast, they dragged him to that little mound and pressed him against it. Immediately, he felt the substance stick to his back, and as he was pressed against it and more of his body came in contact, he was stuck firmly to the wall. If it had just been his fur, he could have torn away, but the stuff soaked into his fur and fastened to his skin. He let out a terrified moan as the arm that had the now-dead dampener on his wrist was pressed to wall and fastened there, stretched out wide. He kicked at the beetles desperately, but even when his foot connected, they simply shrugged it off.

When the beetles fastened his other arm to the wall in the same fashion, Renn saw the larger beetle -the queen, he realized- standing metres away, just waiting for her chance to do to him just what she had done to her other captive breeder. His only hope, he realized, was that he could be rescued eventually. As soon as he didn't make his check in and delivery with his employer, they were bound to come looking for him.

Renn let out a yell, kicking and struggling as two more spat more of that stuff on his legs and bend them at the knee. Try as he might, though, he was unable to stop them from pressing calf to thigh, sticking them fast. Moments later, they started to spread his legs wide. He'd always been flexible, but as his legs were forced into splits, he felt a deep ache. The stretch was more than just splits, though, it left his ass and muff entirely exposed and the lowest point on his body.

Tears starting to flow freely, Renn struggled, but soon his legs were encased in that fast-hardening resin. He let out a moan, realizing that there was literally no way to escape becoming, for what he hoped was only a short while, exactly like the helpless girl that shared the breeding chamber with him.

Their work complete for the moment, the smaller beetles skittered away, making room for the ponderously huge queen, who approached slowly. It was almost as if the monster was enjoying itself, knowing that she could take her time. Inch by inch she moved, abdomen dragging on the floor, until she was only a few inches away. The queen's head lowered down, and Renn felt her antennae brushing against his white-furred belly as she inspected this new breeder that had been sealed into the chamber.

Despite himself, Renn found himself looking over the huge body of the queen, a detached part of his mind fascinated with the way the light made her chitin shift colours. He gasped when the queen's mouth-parts pressed deliberately up against his labia, then moved down to nose at the tight ring of his pucker.A pucker that's going to look as stretched as the cat's soon enough, Renn realized, and to his surprise, felt his cunt clench. He was completely helpless, completely at this monstrous queen's mercy, about to be filled with her eggs... and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The queen moved up, long legs scrabbling up the resin on either side of Renn, and soon he found himself face to face with her alien visage. Her eyes seemed to study the captive mouse for what seemed like forever before her head shot forward, mandibles pinching Renn's face and holding his head in place. The mouse cried out in surprise, something that proved to be a mistake, for a long thin tube shot out from the queen's mouth parts and shoved in his mouth with blinding speed. With a shocked gurgle, Renn squirmed helplessly as the queen's... tongue? Proboscis?... forced its way down his throat. The lubricating ichor that coated it was sickeningly sweet and undeniably foul at the same time, and within seconds he felt a wriggling in his stomach.

Renn gagged and gurgled, unable to draw a breath, unable to force the tube out of his throat. He closed his eyes and willed himself to pass out, hoping that he wouldn't be conscious for what came next. The tube pulsed and thickened for a moment, and the mouse felt a warmth and weight in his stomach. Another pulse, and another bit of weight added, and over the next fifteen seconds, Renn felt his stomach aching with the volume and weight of whatever the queen was force-feeding him. Then, as suddenly as it had invaded his throat, the tube tugged out, and a glob of thick jelly spattered out of the tip of the tube. That sweet foulness filled his entire being, overpowering and cloying, and Renn sputtered and gagged, spitting out the clump of heavy jelly. The whole process hadn't taken even thirty seconds, but to Renn it had felt like forever. What the hell had she just fed him?

The queen didn't waste any time, and soon she was fully on top of Renn, his face pressed up against her underbelly as she came to a stop. Renn whimpered a little, and realized that his mouth was filling with saliva, producing enough to make a line of drool seep out the corner of his mouth. He couldn't see it, but there was already a faint greenish tinge to that little line of spittle.

All at once, a wave of arousal and need washed over the captive mouse like an almost physical force. His inner walls spasmed and fluttered, and he let out a low, desperate moan. Whatever the queen had left in his stomach was already taking effect, and before he knew it, he was dripping wet. Unseen, his labia had gotten red and puffy, as if he'd gone into a deep heat. He started to feel feverishly warm, and despite himself he felt his hips trying to move, his muscles flexing and straining. His tongue lolled of his mouth and, almost unwillingly, he slurred out, "come on, do it..."

Almost as if in response to that acquiescence, the queen pressed her abdomen up against Renn's sex, and he heard a lewd squelching sound. A torrent of ichor spilled out over his exposed labia, and the queen's ovipostor fluidly pressed into him, making him cry out. It wasn't too thick, really, not even much bigger than any cock that he'd ever had in him, but the length was ribbed with muscle. The mouse knew he should be fighting, knew he should be rejecting this monstrous intrusion, but the haze of arousal and need had to be satisfied, no matter what the result.

Inch after inch pushed into Renn with almost agonizing slowness, and he let out a little sob. It felt so_good,_ like nothing he'd ever felt before. When he felt the tapered tip pressing somewhere deep inside, he braced himself. It was insistent, inexorable, the pressure unrelenting, until he felt a sudden stab of pain and the queen's ovipostor sunk that much deeper. Renn screamed then, a ragged cry of mingled ecstasy and pain, as the queen claimed her newest incubator completely.

Only a few moments passed before Renn felt something start to stretch him a little wider. "No... nonono..." he slurred, finding it hard to form the words. His tongue felt too big, too much for his mouth, enough that he let it loll out so that he could breathe properly. The pressure on the lip of his vagina increased, and with an utterly alien sensation, he felt the first egg slip into him. Before long, even as the first egg started to travel further down that ovipostor, a second one started to spread the lips wide again. Renn let out a choked little sob, his inner walls fluttering and gripping that appendage. It was like the feeling of a knot shoving into him, but never pulling out. As the third popped in, he felt a dull pain as the egg spread his cervix even wider, and just like that, he felt a pressure in his womb.

As the fourth, then fifth, then sixth egg stretched Renn, he began to cry in sheer desperate need. He jerked and twitched, but despite the gentle rubbing of the queen's body against his painfully sensitive clit, he remained on the edge of climax, finding no release to the unnatural heat that had taken hold of his body. The ache in his belly was growing, and he craned his neck as best as he could to look at his belly. It was starting to swell visibly now, and as each egg passed into his womb, that ache grew in tandem with his need for release... a release that refused to come.

When just past a dozen eggs lay heavy in Renn's womb, the queen jerked back. By that time, Renn was almost babbling incoherently, desperate to cum, desperate to keep being spread open by the eggs. When he let out a low, desperate "nooooo" this time, it was because he wanted more, despite just how much his belly ached. As the queen's ovipostor slipped out of him with a lewd slurping sound, he felt... empty, like something was missing.

It didn't take long for Renn to understand that the queen wasn't yet done with him, as the ovipostor, slick with his own unnatural arousal, pressed against his pucker. "Oh... oh yes..." he slurred, the words muffled and mangled by his too-big tongue. When he felt the appendage shove under his tail, there wasn't any pain or discomfort, just a pressure as the ribbed thing pushed into him. Each ripple of that ridged tube was a moment of ecstatic pleasure for Renn, and he realized with a detached fascination that the skin of his pucker had become as sensitive as his clit.

The ovipostor pushed deep, probing and at places that Renn had never been or wanted touched. When finally it came to a stop, fully three feet of the queen's ovipostor was buried in him. A twinge of pain came as an egg stretched his anus even more, then slipped in, followed soon after by another... and another. When the first egg reached the tip of the queen's ovipostor and was deposited deep in his bowel, he felt his sex clench.

Every time an egg was left inside Renn, the queen pulled her ovipostor back an inch or two, and by the time the last one was laid inside him, almost twenty of them were laid there. He sobbed as the ovipostor tugged free. He strained and pushed, but nothing he did would push them out; something must have all but glued them to his bowel wall. And through it all, despite the rubbing and gentle pulsing of the queen's body against his sex, Renn was somehow left completely unfulfilled, in the throes of a heat so powerful it was hard to form a proper thought.

Her purpose fulfilled, the queen clambered off of her newest breeder and turned away from Renn. "No, more, please," Renn tried to say, but found his tongue in the way still, and all that came out was an unintelligible moan. As the queen trundled out of the breeding chamber, Renn caught a flicker of motion. In the dull haze of his arousal, he saw a tall, bipedal form approaching. For just a moment, Renn felt a flash of hope. Hope that someone had followed him into the nest, ready to set him free.

As the form resolved into the familiar canine form of the wolf that had hired him, Renn felt a flash of elation. That elation faded into a dull horror at the evil grin on the wolf's face. The green light of his own dampener shone in the gloom. "Wha..." Renn tried to ask.

"Oh, poor little mousie," the black-furred wolf said. "You see, the demand for what _she_makes, it's gotten a bit too much for one body to produce." He stepped close, and she could see his sheath was swollen, the tip of his cock poking of its sheath. He laid a claw against Renn's belly, stroking the taut flesh, running that single claw through Renn's fur.

With dawning horror, Renn understood what had really happened. His dampener hadn't failed... it had been_turned off._ He squirmed and jerked, trying to say something, anything. The wolf's fingers danced against Renn's exposed sex, and the mouse almost shrieked as his body thrashed in the resinous prison. "You want me to help you, mousie? You want to cum?"

That single touch, that single brush of fingers against those swollen petals was like lightning, washing away any thought in the mouse's mind but the need for release. And then the wolf's fingers pulled away. Renn saw, to his horror, that the wolf's hand was covered in the same green goo that dripped from the tongue of the feline across the chamber. The same goo that drooled from the feline's breasts, that pooled just beneath her sex.

The wolf leaned close and stroked Renn's cheek. "You'll cum. In a few months. When you give birth. And before you know it, you'll have more eggs in you. But by then... I don't think you'll be able to think of anything but how good it'll be to birth more. And more. And more." As Renn began to howl, the wolf patted his cheek and walked away, whistling to himself as he went.