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Vale’s First Brood – Prologue

A YCH Framing Story

It was late, and it had been a long day, but Vale knew that he had to feed his pet before bed. As he closed the door to his apartment and locked it, he took a look at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall and grinned. He never got tired of looking at the changes that had overtaken him in the last year, ever since the incident on KN-9887. Ever since a cluster of alien parasites had claimed his body for their own use. He couldn’t remember much of what had happened, but he knew that for a time, he had mindlessly tried to breed everything he could get his hands on.

Now, though, after being rescued by a feline doctor by the name of Faren, he had regained his mind, and been able to reap the benefits of what those parasites had done to him. He’d been an unhealthily overweight otter with failing health, feeling every single one of his forty-two years and then some. The only reason he’d been on the uncharted planet was because he’d been forced into some sample collection work for his employer. But that was far behind him now. Where his gray-black fur had been dull, it now had a glossy and lustrous sort of shine. He’d been flabby and obviously used to a sedentary lifestyle, but though he’d not shed all the body fat he’d had before the incident, beneath it all was defined muscle. Even his poor eyesight had become sharper, meaning that he only wore glasses for aesthetic reasons. In truth, it had been almost disconcerting to realize just how many people now found him incredibly attractive. That hadn’t stopped him from taking advantage of his newfound sex appeal. He patted his round belly happily and then chuckled, thinking of the much more drastic changes he’d had beneath the belt.

Peeling off his shirt, he tossed the musky and dirty garment in the laundry bin. He’d lasted maybe a month in his old job after returning. The slow-paced atmosphere of Dryad Planetary Survey and Assay had left him restless and bored. The only way he could find himself comfortable at the end of the day was a job with a lot of physical exertion. He’d signed up with Novalon Mining and never looked back. He still had all his geeky passions though, like old Sol films and galactic-fantasy novels, and his nearly obsessive need to collect as many unusual plush animals as he could. One entire wall of his living room of his apartment took up his collection.

Kicking off his boots, he continued disrobing with the black denim jeans he’d taken to wearing. With them went the tight briefs that hid the generous package he now had. He looked back to the mirror and thought of how good it would feel to feed his pet tonight. Just the thought of his ebon shaft sliding in, the automatic suckling motions beginning, made the organ swell and slip from his sheath. The tapered shaft was damp and slick, almost two inches wide at the base, with four small grooves down its length. Just a light stroke of his shaft made him groan, and he felt something inside his cock twitch. “Mmm, no, not now. We’ll find some poor thing to pump full soon,” Vale said.

He made his way into his apartment, bypassing his kitchen and heading down the short hallway. One door on the left led to his bedroom, one on the right led to the bath. And the second on the right led to his pet’s room. As he padded, barefoot, down the hall, he reflected on that word he used to refer to the thing in the second ‘bedroom’. Pet didn’t really fit, because it never left the room, and didn’t really do pet sort of things. Mate didn’t work either, because mate implied a much more egalitarian sort of relationship. He could just call the thing his fucktoy, of course, and he fed the thing frequently, with both his piss and his cum. He stepped up to a keypad next to the door and entered in the combination, and there was a hissing sound and a number of clicks as the nearly hermetic seals released. He turned the handle on the door and swung it open.

There it was, his pet, in the far corner of the room. He supposed he should call his pet ‘he’, but wasn’t really sure if that descriptor fit anymore. He licked his lips and stroked his now fully-erect shaft before he looked around the room to be sure that there was nothing ready to slip by him. His pet wasn’t due to release the current brood quite yet, but he’d been surprised once. If he slipped up, Faren would have his head, and Vale would likely end up in one of the Facility’s labs. The otter was intimately aware of the resources available to the two doctors that ran the Facility, and the benefactors that funded them.

The room was stripped bare, with not even a cushion anywhere. The walls were stark white, the floor bare tile. There wasn’t even a closet, just the one door and no windows. Vale licked his lips as he surveyed his pet’s nest. The nest that he himself had helped build with one of the gifts that the parasites had given him. Black filaments festooned the walls near the corner, shiny and glossy, looking almost like spider’s webs, and in the middle, in a light cocoon of the same filamentous substance, was his pet. He had once been a XXX, but he was something very different now. Oh, he was still recognizable, with XXXXXX, but his abdomen from the ribcage down was huge and misshapen. His arms and legs, wrapped in the black webbing and held out of the way, looked wasted and thin, as did the tail. His cock was permanently erect and drooled a black substance that kept the gaping hole of his urethral passage slick enough for birthing. Beneath that cock was a pair of swollen, grapefruit-sized nuts that literally pulsed in time with the XXXX’s heartbeat. Vale let out a happy sigh at the sight; he’d had a great deal of fun teasing those massive orbs. Even the slightest touch drew an angonized moan from his pet, but he’d still flex and jerk in a desperate attempt to rock his hips. Vale knew he should be horrified by all of it, and if he’d seen such a thing before he’d been infested himself, he would have been. But all he could feel at the sight was pride and desire, a feeling of purpose fulfilled.

He almost couldn’t remember what his pet had been before. When Vale had realized that he’d been observed while pumping eggs down a cheetah’s throat in a dark alley, the otter had initially thought that he’d have to chase the observer down, but then he’d noticed the erection. The look in his future pet’s eyes had been pure excitement and fascination. To be honest, Vale had never considered that someone would want that sort of treatment. Since the infestation, it had always been his post-laying practice to deliver a powerful sedative into a victim’s lungs that knocked them out and blurred their memories. In a very real sense, he was a monster, and though the Dryad colonial government was aware of him, it was understood he was to keep his activities discreet.

Vale had been amused that, when he’d told his observer that he wouldn’t be able to lay for a few hours, the immediate reaction had been disappointment. Still, with the observer so curious, and his own more humanoid needs unfulfilled as of yet, Vale had invited the XXX to suck him off. The whole while he’d been getting one of the most enthusiastic blowjobs in years, he’d regaled the XXX with a few stories of the conquests he’d made. God, he remembered well when he’d finally cum, copious jets of his now-black semen spurting into the XXX’s muzzle. He’d greedily taken it all down, every drop of what Vale had once measured at almost three quarters of a liter over a five minute orgasm. He’d told the boy what would happen if his eggs were laid now with the XXX’s belly full of his cum, and that he wasn’t allowed to.

The otter had been incredulous at what the XXX had asked for, then; incredulous, but excited. The XXX wanted to take it all the way, no matter what it did to him. He’d told Vale about the twisted fantasies he’d had, and that he’d always gone exploring the colonies, never staying in one place because he knew there had to be something like Vale out there. He’d begged Vale to take him home. To lay his eggs. To corrupt him, infest him, whatever the cost.

How could Vale refuse someone so eager? As Vale looked down at his pet, he knew that someday more would join the XXX in that black webbing. In a galaxy full of over a hundred billion, there had to be more like XXX. Faren would get all the parasites to study that he wanted, to make some sort of product out of. And Vale would get to fulfill a need he’d had for over a year, the need the parasites in him demanded be fulfilled… the need to breed.