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Cheliryx - For All His Life

For Realis

By Rix Writes

The air in the nest was humid and thick, laden with a dizzying mix of acrid, musky scents that teased at Aponi's senses in strange ways. Before him lay the final result of what he had come here to do, and a knot of fear formed and rested in his gut even as he felt his erection grow more rigid, the rounded head jutting upward and out. The Cheliryx Speaker had said that it had been a fox, but very little of it remained that would confirm it. The fur was mostly gone, and Aponi couldn't tell if the head was simply stuck to the fleshy wall or merged with it. Its eyes were covered in a strange glossy film the same colour as its skin, making them look more like sunken and empty pits than anything. The alteration had continued with its muzzle. Nose and mouth were just one round, toothless, fleshy gaping hole from which drooled a thick, orange-grey slime. As Aponi looked down, he let out a low, horrified moan. Beneath the neck, the chest and abdomen had grown swollen and were covered by fleshy-looking pale white-blue segmented plates. Its arms and legs were pulled back and disappeared into the wall of the nest. The deer, his tail flicking and flagging as he studied the once-fox, could see geometric patterns of pink, blue-white and orange in the furless flesh. Suddenly the thing moaned, a sound that soon turned to a pained, tortured cry, and the huge organ beneath it began to twitch.

For a moment, Aponi couldn't understand what he was looking at. The base of the strange organ seemed to emerge from the wall below the once-fox, and was almost as wide as its torso. It was segmented and fleshy, and curved slightly along the floor. It was only as it began to twitch and the once-fox's keening moans grew more intense that he recognized the organ for what it was. Warped and engorged, the organ wasn't part of the living nest around Aponi, it was the once-fox's penis! As he watched, the tip of that obscenely changed cock swelled and a tennis-ball sized translucent orb emerged from it, falling a few centimetres to the floor. Fascinated, disturbed and aroused, Aponi knelt down and peered at the orb. Within it was a small larval worm that looked like one of the Cheliryx, the beings that had created this nest... this nursery. There were a few other like this one sealed to the wall, each in various stages of becoming like the once-fox. Even from the start, they were producing those eggs, their bellies obscenely swollen, their cocks distended and strange, but not yet fully changed to become the once-fox. There were females too, positioned differently, the eggs pushing out from between their labia.

[[This. This is what you ask for. This is what you say you desire.]] The voice was strange and artificial, and it came from behind Aponi. He turned to look at the Speaker, his blue eyes wide. He tried to imagine how he'd look when he was as far gone as the once-fox and felt his penis filling out and stiffening as a result. He had come here of his own choice, to a place that so many others would see as a den of horrors, to experience just that. The Speaker's mandibles twitched and an unholy chitter came from behind its mouthparts, soon translated to the speaker fastened on its head. [[You are the rarest of supplicants. You come here because you know your place. You understand sacrifice. You desire it, and ask nothing in return. Healthy. And so young, only just past the point your kind allow one to make this choice.]]

Aponi squirmed and reached up to rub one of his antlers, his rounded, long ears twitching. It was a nervous habit that he'd always had when embarrassed or nervous. There was something comforting about touching a part of himself that couldn't feel that he'd never been able to explain, even to himself. He'd hoped he'd grow out of it as he reached adulthood, but half a year past his nineteenth birthday it hadn't yet. Looking down at the floor of the nest, where his hooves had sunk slightly into the spongy surface, he said only one word, "Yes."

When he looked back to the Speaker, it all but loomed over him, rising to its full height. using only its six rear legs while lifting the rest of its body above the ground. Despite being here on his own, despite knowing that if he wished he could walk out of the nest and back to the shuttle that had brought him here, he took a few frightened steps backward, his hooves making little squishing sounds as he moved. The Speaker for the nest was a monster of nightmares made flesh, a creature that instinct told him to run from, so alien to the young deer's experience that it awakened fears that he couldn't completely suppress.

Twelve insectile legs covered in glossy black chitin supported the Speaker's body, each with a single joint and ending in a wicked-looking sharp single-clawed tip. The Speaker's two forelegs were larger than the rest, and had serrated, blade-like serrations on the underside near the joint. The creature's underbelly was covered in a strange mix of hide and chitin and was a reddish colour. Its back was covered in ridged plates of chitin like its legs, but spotted with bright splashes of yellow in a geometric pattern. The pointed, spike like ridges grew more pronounced starting at its rearmost legs all the way to its head. Before the deer could look at the Speaker's monstrous visage, his gaze was drawn by the movement of two antenna-like appendages at the tip of the Speaker's tail. He felt his cock twitch as he thought of the organ hidden there that it would use to start the process of changing him into the once-fox.

The Speaker's body, so much like some mixture of centipede and mantis, wasn't what had drawn the fear out of Aponi. Four serrated mandibles encircled its mouthparts, each of them half as long as the Speaker's forelegs. Above its maw, the angular head had three pairs of blood red eyes that the deer assumed were focused entirely on him, and two antennae like the ones at the end of its tail sprouted from the chitin above them. Just between those antennae was the translation device that interpreted the chittering language of its species. Overall, the Speaker, and the rest of his species, would by appearance alone cause someone to recoil in fear. Despite having come to the nest by choice, even Aponi felt some level of instinctive fear as it loomed over him.

The next thing that the Speaker said made the knot of fear in Aponi's belly grow heavier even while it made his erection ache. [[Make no mistake. You are ours. This is your purpose now and it will not be diverted lest you withdraw your consent before I begin the process.]] Aponi groaned, feeling his back come in contact with the wall of the nest. He'd thought maybe he would be given some time to come to terms with his fate. Not only that, the Speaker itself would make him into a breeder for this particular Cheliryx nest. When the Speaker continued that chitter-clicking speech, the translator did its job. [[But I would ask a question. To understand. Very few come to us with no demand or compromise. They come here, some of them condemned criminals from one of your Six Governments who would choose some form of life rather than death. Others who seek a restoration of their family's fortune. Some come to save the life of a relative or a beloved. Others still have committed crimes against us. But you came to ask nothing. No boon. No contract looming on your head. Further still, you are of an age barely past full adulthood for your species. Our records say that you have passed nineteen Sol cycles. So. Why?]]

Aponi squirmed, suddenly embarrassed and a little ashamed. He hadn't expected the question. Indeed, he hadn't really expected more than to be taken to the nest and converted into a breeder with little fanfare. He looked back to the once-fox, imagining his tan, spotted hide warped and changed. After a few moments, he drew a deep breath, "I grew up not... interested in sex. It was dumb. It was strange. I guess it was all filled with interactions and just made me uncomfortable. Guys, girls, didn't make a difference. I thought I was broken. And then at a party... do you have parties? No, never mind, I... they had this video right? It was of... this. And the moment I saw it I knew I wanted it. Everyone else thought it was terrible, disgusting... I knew it was what I wanted. I guess you could say I was always meant to do this, deep inside me."

The Speaker regarded Aponi for a long while, and the young buck wondered if he'd said something wrong. Maybe even the Cheliryx would think his fascination and desire were a mistake, a deviance. If that was the case, Aponi thought, then he didn't know what he would do. [[Thank you. There have been others this Speaker has heard of. Those like you that understand what they must be. You do not know the gratitude we feel to you, that you will ask nothing in return for your body. Our Speakers, our Architects, our Scientists, they come from sapients such as you. You understand it will be unpleasant. Irreversible. Turn and face what you will become.]]

The buck should have known that there would be little time to prepare, but that it was going to happen now had him surprised... and embarrassingly hard. He could see and feel the eyes of others on him now, the ones whose eyes had not yet been filmed over. Some of them were disgusted, others were pitying, others encouraging. They all spoke to the truth that he knew in his heart; that he wasn't ready for what was to come, and that it was far too late to back away from his choice regardless. He turned to the once-fox, and in it he saw his future. His entire existence, growing less and less recognizable. Maybe even one day providing someone else their first glimpse of what they would soon become.

Aponi felt the bulk of the Speaker rising behind him, and instincts that he tried very hard to suppress screamed at him to run, that something horrible was about to lay its claws upon him, but he shook his head. Two steps took him back toward the Speaker, and as the massive insect laid its forelegs on the buck's shoulders, he let out a low, horrified moan. The scythelike appendages closed across his chest, and he felt hard chitin through the short fur on his shoulders. [[We feel your fear. It is welcome. It is divine.]]

The words, flat and tonelessly transmitted by the translator, were chilling. Two more of the Speaker's legs crossed over Aponi's belly and, together with its forelegs, pulled him against its underbelly. Much to the buck's surprise, the deep red underbelly of the Speaker's body was much softer than he would have imagined. And it was hot, so warm that it was nearly enough to scald. "Oh fuck... oh my god..." Aponi groaned. The once-fox in front of him had started to writhe, and an agonized howl began to spill from the orifice that had been his mouth. The massive pink organ beneath it began to pulse and twitch, and half a dozen translucent eggs spilled from its tip, one after another, punctuated by a low scream from the once-fox. Were they pained sounds? Pleasured? Aponi would soon know what it felt like, intimately.

Two of the speaker's legs twisted and hooked under Aponi's thighs, and he felt himself lifted off the floor. Slowly, as if it was taking the time to enjoy what it was doing, the Speaker spread the buck's legs and pulled them upward, exposing his tight rear. To his surprise, he felt one of the Speaker's legs brush up against his cock, drawing out another groan. [[So many say they want this. They see what they will become. They wish to retract their offer. It is too late though. They fight. They struggle. You will not. We are surprised.]]

Aponi couldn't understand why he was embarrassed at the Speaker's words, but they made him want to close his eyes and wish that nobody could see him. But the truth was that he knew he would suffer, that he would eventually lose his mind to what he was becoming. To give his body over to the propagation of life, to sacrifice everything so others could live, that was something special.

There was a slick, wet sound beneath Aponi, and he looked down to see the rear end of the Speaker's body curling forward. From the slit between the strange antennae, a frighteningly spiny appendage was slipping free. Aponi had seen it in that long-ago video, but to have it here, inches away from his rump, had him whimpering. A strong, musky scent, more powerful than any he'd ever smelled before, assaulted his senses, and the buck squirmed. It was laced with something astringent and sharp, and he began to feel like every part of him was energized and fully awake. What's more, he began to buck and squirm in the Speaker's grasp as the urge to thrust and rut overrode his awareness. If he'd not been hard before, he would certainly have felt himself growing painfully erect. As it was, when the Speaker's strange phallic appendage lifted up and brushed against the buck's cock, Aponi screamed at the intensity of the sensation. His cock was so sensitive now that he couldn't process the touch properly, and it shorted in his brain as a mixture of pleasure and pain both.

Something hot and slick slapped against Aponi's face, and he gasped as a thick black tube, coated in ichor, slid across his cheek. He looked up and saw that it had slipped out from between the speaker's mandibles. [[If we offered you freedom, we do not think you would take it. Even as we pressed into you and began to change you, you would not.]] Aponi knew that the words were true. He wanted the heat of the Speaker inside him, corrupting him, changing him.

To show his desire, his need for the Speaker's gift, Aponi stretched his head out as best as he could, running his tongue along the wriggling tube that lay against his cheek. The taste was bitter and as acrid as the scent of the Speaker's 'cock', but all the same, he found the tip of the tube and drew it into his mouth. It knew exactly what it was meant to do, and before the buck could even yell, it writhed and squirmed before shoving at the back of his mouth. He retched and gurgled, but the force of the invasion was so strong there was no chance for him to try and resist.

[[There is nothing we love more than to take another.]] came the words of the Speaker, clear though its mouth was otherwise occupied. Aponi could only gurgle more as the mouth-tube shoved deeper into him. When he felt the thick, spiny head of the Speaker's strange cock -that really was what Aponi though of it as- at his rear, smearing viscous ichor against the sensitive bud of his anus, he had no time to prepare before it was shoving into him. This is happening. This is really happening, Aponi thought before his rear blazed with the rough penetration. There was no gentleness, no care in the invasion, just deliberate and implacable purpose. Against the invasion of the Speaker's cock, the instinctive and feeble attempt to prevent the inevitable was no match, and Aponi felt his rear stretched wide, the spines on the head and shaft scraping and dragging on sensitive and delicate flesh. An agonized scream was stopped and turned into nothing more than another desperate gurgle as the broad head passed into him and sank a few inches.

Much to Aponi's surprise, the two antennae beside the opening from which the Speaker's cock had emerged began to wrap around his cock. Even as it began to fuck its spiny length in and out of him, dragging and scratching fast enough to make him feel raw within seconds, the antennae began to stroke his cock. It was the most intensely strange sort of sensation, but before long he was humping against them as best he could. When one, then the other of those two antennae suddenly pressed at the tip of his urethra, his eyes went wide, but he was helpless as the slick things squirmed their way into his cock.

A moment later, the tube that had forced its way down Aponi's gullet swelled, and he felt something distinct pass down the appendage. Whatever it was, it was even hotter than the Speaker's underbelly, and when the lump settled in his stomach, he felt the heat spread from that point. Almost immediately, another lump began to distend the tube. Aponi didn't know what it was, but as the heat spread, he began to feel nauseous.

The buck had been so distracted by all the sensations that he'd not even realized that his lungs were burning with the need to breathe. Spots began to dance before his eyes, and the edges of his vision began to grow dim. But just as the fourth of those heavy lumps was forced into his stomach, it was tugged out violently and he found himself gasping and gagging. And crying out in pain with every breath as the Speaker fucked his rear relentlessly.

The burning sensation of the two antennae invading Aponi's cock was unlike anything he had ever felt before, but to his surprise, it wasn't unpleasant. The antennae were smooth and slick, and though they stretched his urethra, the Speaker's rutting of his rear dwarfed the discomfort of this most unusual penetration. When they passed down into his prostate, there were two pinches of sharp pain before they revealed their purpose. One after the other, the probing antennae induced orgasms so intense that they overwhelmed Aponi's consciousness. The Speaker chittered excitedly then, and shifted to a soothing and strangely seductive tone. [[Those that hurt us do not get this. They are altered. Shattered. This pleasure is all we can give to you.]]

In the midst of the mind-searing waves of orgasmic pleasure that made his cock twitch and swell, Aponi couldn't form any words. The rutting of the speaker's cock in his rear grew even more aggressive in the next moment, and the sounds that spilled out from his abused throat were desperate and raw expressions of mingled pain and pleasure. [[We grow close. So close. Your new life begins soon. It is almost over. Such gratitude for your sacrifice. For your gift.]]

There was something truly obscene in the monotone sound of the translator that interpreted the excited chitters of the Speaker. Aponi bounced and bucked with the force of the Speaker's thrusting, his insides churning and likely broken by the spiny head and shaft. As he looked down between cries, he saw that some blood had spattered to the floor. And then there was a screeching chitter from the Speaker, one that was shared by hundreds of voices all around him. Even the other breeders howled excitedly. Within him, the spines of the Speaker's rounded head shot out and dug into flesh, and he felt a wave of nausea and searing agony suffuse him. The Speaker gave a savage tug of its cock, and there was a sickening sort of tearing sound from behind Aponi.

[[And now you are one with us. Merging with us. Forever.]] The Speaker chittered. Aponi, still unable to form any coherent words, couldn't process what had been done. There was something moving in his gut, something that stabbed and gouged and dug. It was heavy and very distinctly not a part of him, and eventually he understood. The Speaker had not simply fucked him, he'd left a part of his cock inside him! The antennae in his cock pulled out, and the buck began to shiver violently. The room felt cold all of a sudden, he couldn't stop shivering at all.

The speaker carried Aponi to an alcove where he could still see the once-fox. That's going to be me came the thought, and with it was a deep sort of joy and excitement. The part of itself that the Speaker had left inside moved and squirmed. He was feeling faint and strange, as if something was wrong with him. Finally, he managed to speak, "Something... something wrong..." he slurred. Indeed, there was something wrong, and he couldn't identify it.

[[You are dying. You must be merged with the nest. You bleed inside. We will help you.]] The Speaker guided Aponi's arms into fleshy, slick sleeves. Something within them wrapped around his hands and pulled them farther back behind him, and the upper limbs disappeared up to the elbows. Aponi groaned, and there was a sharp pain in his belly, then another. He felt his heart, once beating rapidly, begin to slow. Everything was dim. This wasn't what he'd wanted! He hadn't wanted this to kill him! Is this what it meant to breed with them? Did not everyone survive the process?

Aponi's arms began to tingle, the fingertips starting to numb completely. He was too frightened to even notice when his hooves and the legs attached to them were pulled into similar fleshy sleeves. His thoughts grew more muddled and jumbled, and tears began to form in them. Then he felt something huge spreading his rear open again. Wider and wider it pried him open, past the point of tearing muscle irrevocably, but he couldn't make a sound other than a low, whimpering moan. He felt the Speaker's organ (parasite? cock? what?) moving and squirming, the needle-spines buried deep into him. Moment by moment, he felt his heart slowing, and then stilling entirely. He knew that soon, he'd fade away and his hopeful gift to the Cheliryx would have failed him and them both.

Fire. Fire in his veins. Pumping through him, flowing into him. The heat he'd wanted in him was everywhere at once. "Oh fuck!" Aponi yelled, shuddering and squirming in the alcove. He was awake, more aware of everything than he'd ever been before. He felt the heat within his arms and legs, even, but the skin was numb, and he finally understood. It wasn't his blood that ran through his veins, it was theirs. There was something deeply disturbing to the knowledge that his own heart wasn't beating anymore, that he was sustained by the connection to the nest made under his tail.

The Speaker stepped back and reached out to touch Aponi's cheek with one of its lower claws. [[Now wait. Become.]] The Speaker touched Aponi's swollen belly, then drew a leg up against his still-rigid cock. The touch was electric, drawing out a ragged scream at the sheer sensitivity of the organ. He imagined what it must look like already. It ached, and it felt like it was harder than it had ever been. The Speaker lowered its head, inspecting Aponi's stiff spire. Suddenly, the tube that had force-fed him something he still could not identify slithered over his length. It suckled and glided over the over-sensitive skin. It was only seconds before Aponi hit his peak, and he screamed as his world went white.

Aponi next came to some sort of consciousness hours later, though in the brooding chamber, time really had no meaning. The fiery pain was gone, but there was a throbbing and a pulsing within his gut that he had no real way to describe. He tried to move his jaw, but it felt strange, and his nose felt like it was plugged. When he tried to make a sound, he realized that his tongue had fused to the bottom of his mouth. Trying to look down, he realized that he couldn't lower his head either, it was affixed to the wall!

It didn't matter at all that he'd embraced this fate, he tried to struggle, but he found it impossible to do more than twitch and groan. He was breathing, but only tiny, shallow, rapid breaths that he couldn't stop or slow. He knew that his insides were being changed and corrupted, organs shrinking or repurposed. How much, he wondered, was already gone or hollowed out for the clutch of eggs that he would birth? Of course, that question brought his attention to his cock. He felt an expanse of flesh laid against his length, and it wasn't long before he realized that it was the floor. Just how large was it now? It couldn't be as big as the once-fox's yet, could it?

Consciousness faded in and out, with the only changes in Aponi being the increasing sense of fullness in his body. He could feel them now, dozens if not hundreds of tiny eggs filling every available inch of his hollowed-out abdomen. His cock ached, and he knew that it must be warped beyond recognition, just another obscene organ ready to birth new Cheliryx.

Just then, the Speaker appeared. There was no translator now, but when it chittered and clicked, Aponi understood. _ Push, breeder. Push hard. Like you were trying to rut. Trying to urinate. Do it now. _ There was no hesitation, at least not this time. He did as he was told, and he felt a new sort of agony so exquisite he couldn't really separate it from the sense of joy and fulfillment that washed through him. The egg began to force its way down his urethra (ovipostor?), but it was excruciatingly intense. It took real effort to flex muscles he'd never used before, pushing the tennis-ball sized orb through his distended cock. When finally it plopped free, he howled, not in pain, but in pure and unrestrained bliss. He nearly lost consciousness then. _ Good breeder. Good egglayer. That is all you are. Loved. Safe. Given to us. All you have to do now is push when the pressure grows too much. Thank you. _

Aponi moaned desperately. It was so hard to do, so hard to endure that twisted birthing of the egg. But he knew then that he'd have to be active in his role. The pressure within him would grow until he could take it no more and he would lay more eggs, only to have to keep doing it over and over. And inch by inch, day by day, the pretty young buck that he had been would disappear. Deep inside him, he knew, though, that he hadn't made a mistake. He had a purpose, a reason for being, a satisfaction of dark urges and desires that had culminated in this moment. He was where he belonged.

The last truly coherent thought that wasn't devoted to Aponi's new life came months, or even years later. He could barely see now, the film over his eyes almost complete. But into his dim field of view came an indistinct face. He could see fear and desire in those eyes, so plain and open. Was that how once-Aponi had looked? He moaned when soft fingertips touched his ovipostor. A low moan came unbidden from his upper orifice, and he dutifully began to push out a new egg. It wasn't yet time, but he wanted to show this new offering what he could do. The nest could use someone new. As the joy of another birthing filled him, he howled, trying to convey with the sound every word he wished he could still say.

Join me. Become me. It will hurt so much but you will know it for what it is.

Forever.