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Mummerflies: A Simple Plan 1 – The Setup

By Rix Prime

“You sure you wanna do this, Wren? Anyone finds out we did this on purpose…” Jiran said in a dubious tone, her huge ears swiveling this way and that, looking everywhere she could to make sure nobody was there. But of course, there was nobody around; that was the point of the excursion that she and her lapine friend Wren had undertaken. The rabbit, with her wide hazel eyes looking back at her incredulously, snorted and waved dismissively.

“Oh come on. Half our friends know we’re into this shit. More than half of them are into it too! We’re just more willing to actually go out and do it. I, for one, don’t give a crap who sees the video once we put it out there,” Wren said, grinning wickedly. As if to demonstrate this point, she slipped off her tank top, baring her chest to the open air, revealing that her fur was a uniform white flecked with black specks. She wiggled her little spade-tail and started to unbutton her shorts. “So to answer you, my fine fennec friend, yes, I’m sure I want to. Hell, you do too, but you have something to lose if video of you getting egged shows up on QuantNet. Especially if you’re enjoying it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m twenty-six and my parents are still holding my tuition over me behaving like a good Stehlman should. I swear, sometimes I think our family traditions are older than the Proteus Event,” Jiran grumbled, looking over her friend as she stripped down to nothing. Again, she looked around to make sure there was nobody around, even though she and Wren had done everything they could to find a quiet place far out into the wilds. It wasn’t really hard to do, the colony on the planet was a small one, serving two university campuses and little else.

Wren stretched her arms over her head and let out a happy little sigh. It felt incredible to have the heat of the sun on her bare fur. She often wondered why there was still an insistence on wearing clothing, even hundreds of years after humanity had been changed. “We have everything we need right? Kinda nice that the outpost guide pointed us the right way, eh Jiran?”

The fennec let out a short bark of laughter, “I mean, it was his job to warn us of danger, right? He wouldn’t know we’d go right towards it. Hey, the scanner’s in your pack, can you get it? This spot is ideal, but not much point if there’s none of the flies in range.” Jiran surveyed the area and grinned. It was possible it was the very same spot they’d read about on the account of one Vel Rudra, the first of the colonists to come across a mummerfly in the wild. It certainly looked right, with a babbling brook in an open field, some large rocks to sun oneself on, and heavy forest all around.

Grabbing her pack, Wren unzipped one of the front pouches and withdrew a scanner. “Link it with one of the drones, send it out. It’s the flies’ season, there’s gotta be one around.” She calibrated the scanner while Jiran retrieved one of the drones. They had five of them, each small enough and quiet enough to (hopefully) not spook the creatures. The fennec used her wrist-mounted terminal to link the scanner to one of the drones and sent it out.

“You know, much as I’m ready, and oh god, I am, the thought of letting a bug crawl onto me, intent on breeding, it just… maybe it scares me a little. That’s part of it isn’t it, though?” Wren said, sitting down on one of the flat stones, “you know, this spot really does look like that one the raccoon was talking about.” She commented lazily, sitting with legs spread as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Jiran laughed, “Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. About both. God I wish I could do it. But I really shouldn’t.” She tossed the scanning-drone into the air and it set off on a search pattern, seeking the creature that they had both come to find. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Neither Wren nor Jiran could figure out why there were so many people in the colony that enjoyed the strange sort of fetish they both enjoyed, but the number they’d found that had seen and enjoyed some of those very unusual recordings was actually rather staggering. It was all hush-hush, but even some of the faculty at the university were into it. They’d even heard that one of the xenobiology professors had a few critters on hand. At least that’s what the avali they’d talked to had said.

A few moments later Jiran’s hand terminal beeped. She turned on the display and whistled. She was about to send the feed over to Wren when she remembered that the rabbit had removed that as well in preparation. “We got one!” she declared excitedly. Can’t fucking believe we’re gonna do this. Gotta say, I envy you. Can’t imagine it, feeling those legs gripping me tight, that bite that drives you mad and locks you down. Then… hnfh, something pressing in.” She gave herself a little shake; she was getting aroused just thinking of it. Not for the first time she cursed that she was part of a family line that stretched back almost three centuries. The Stehlman family had made ‘old blood’ almost like a religion, and the main commandment was ‘behave as if you’re above the rabble’. All Jiran wanted to do was have fun. At least there was lots of money, enough she was getting a full ride through university.

“Is it close enough to detect the ah, scent?” Wren asked, a tone of nervousness in her voice. She drew a small vial from her pack and set it on the stone next to her. Inside was a viscous liquid that mimicked the scent of an ur-wolf bitch in heat. Once smeared on her, the mummerfly -if it was in clutch- would be drawn to her. It wasn’t lost on her that she was going to use the same sort of trickery -no, she thought to herself, the same sort of mummery- that the creature used to fool its intended incubators into not panicking.

Jiran nodded and said, “Oh yes. We’re upwind of it. Just in case though I’ll set one of the drones to drop a bit of spoor. It’ll do what it’s supposed to, then.”

The rabbit gave a shudder of mingled apprehension and excitement. “Fuck. All the preparation, all this work. We’re really gonna do this. Listen, sometime, we’ll come out here, but without the cameras.” The warmth and dampness of arousal were already blossoming in her loins. “Okay. Okay, we’re ready. Get the drones ready.” While Jiran busied herself with preparing the tiny little metal spheres, Wren uncapped the vial. She sniffed at it and made a face, “Smells like piss. Probably is.”

“Hey, don’t complain. You didn’t want synthetic. Wanted to be sure it wasn’t scared off. So, you ready?” Jiran asked, watching the feed from the drone that had found the mummerfly. It really was one of the most beautiful creatures she’d ever seen. At rest, with the drone far enough away that it wouldn’t draw attention, she could inspect it at her leisure. Its whole body was covered in glittering iridescent purple and green chitin that shifted colour whenever it moved, with three pairs of golden-veined translucent wings that were currently laid flat across its back. Its upper half was almost identical to a dragonfly’s, with three pairs of long and spindly legs culminating in three small claws each. Its lower half, the abdomen, was huge, easily twice as thick as its body, and looked almost swollen. “Damn thing looks so much like a dragonfly. Except that abdomen. It must have hundreds of eggs.”

Wren started searching for a spot to lay down her blanket. She didn’t want to just be in the grass or the dirt, and so she’d brought the thick blanket. When she finally found an appropriate place, she fluttered it out and set it down. “You know, Kol totally can’t wait to get to editing what you capture. Your brother’s almost as much of a perv as you are,” she commented.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re twins, what do you expect?” Jiran said, chuckling. She ran her terminal through a check of all the drones. “Hand me the vial.” After Wren handed her the requested vial, Jiran took a sample of the scent and had one of the drones take a sample. “Okay. Once I send this thing off, that thing is going to make a beeline for this place.”

Wren nodded and shivered from head to toe. “Remember those jelly eggs we used with that toy? You had me blindfolded, I was high as a kite. Felt so real, so incredible. This is gonna be real.” She took the vial of heat-scent back when Jiran held it out to her. “Okay, send it out. I’m ready.” She poured some of the foul-smelling viscous fluid onto her fingers and began to smear it all over her labia, pushing a little farther back and in. It felt odd and waxy against her flesh, but she knew that now, mingled with her own excitement, she would be a prime target for the mummerfly.

Jiran sat on another flat rock nearby and sent the drone with the sample in it out to lay a trail for the mummerfly to follow. “That’s it, Wren. Here we go,” she said in a hushed, excited tone. She really couldn’t wait until she could do this herself, off camera.

Wren nodded quietly, shivering as she got on her hands and knees, rump lifted in her air, her little spade-shaped tail up and flagging. Jiran sent a drone over to get a close up, and the rabbit obligingly reached back behind her to spread her labia, showing that she was definitely wet. The fennec whistled, “Fucking hell Wren. I don’t think even Kol gets as horny as you do at this shit.”

“Love you too, Jiran,” Wren said.

“It’s on the move, Wren!” Jiran said excitedly. The feed from the drone watching the mummerfly followed it, and the fennec set it to follow directly behind. It would make a wonderful establishing shot as the insect searched for the source of the heat-scent it detected. The buzz of the six wings could just barely be heard as Jiran watched the mummerfly sight its target. She looked up and stared wide-eyed as it flew downward with purpose. Making sure the other drones were ready.

Wren noticed it not long after, and for a moment she felt fear. The one thing that had always been a fantasy was about to become full reality for her. She knew if she ran now, the insect would probably not pursue. It only got aggressive if it was desperate to lay and hadn’t been able to find an incubator. “Oh my holy hell…” she breathed.

Jiran nodded, her huge ears swiveling forward in her excitement, directing all five drones to take different places as the insect landed a few metres away from Wren. “How do you feel, Wren?” she asked, voice shaking a little. The editing software would alter her voice enough that she wouldn’t be recognizable, so she wasn’t worried.

“I… I guess scared, excited. Horny. I don’t think any of our friends would go this far,” the rabbit replied. Her fur was such a contrast to the greens and browns around her, nothing would be able to miss her.

Everything in the clearing went still for the barest of moments. Jiran looked out over the tableau before her; the mummerfly with its gravid abdomen twitching, focused on its prey. Wren, lifting her rump a little higher, adjusting position so that she was facing directly away from the bug. Five little drones recording things from every perspective. “God this looks fun,” she murmured. Then the moment passed… and the mummerfly skittered toward its prey.