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A Feeling of Déjà Vu

Stranded on a planet and forced to bear their spawn. Are you getting a feeling of Déjà Vu?

**Log Recovery – Privateer’s Death… Ongoing

Syncing data…

Checking Biological Data

Déjà Vu – Species: Seagull Avalian – Cycles: 22

Check complete

Data recovered… Replaying Data from Déjà Vu’s systems.**

“Crap… Is this recording? Is this here?”

_The vision pans over what is a monument to destruction. A large blasted crater with a burning ship in the middle. The sleek structure of steel and titanium certainly had seen better days; the refined arches crushed from the crash-landing.

The cockpit is the only part that’s relatively untouched, with the nose like end pointed to the sky while the engines and shop had been crushed under the ship’s weight.

If there’s anything to say, it’s that the ship can only be used for scrap metal; nothing can be recovered except the electronics._

_Still, the camera picks up the movements, the ragged breathing, the tension.

The upper right corner shows the biological data, from the hastened heartbeat to the blood pressure, going over the parts of the Bird’s anatomy that might be bruised or broken with an overlaying red.

However, the camera remains on the ship, on the steps leading to the edge of the crater.

“_I don’t know what happened. The transfer should have gone well. The rift was stabilized. I’m… My exit point got me at a low altitude while I was still at full interspace speed. I don’t know how I didn’t die. But… The Privateer’s Death is gone. So many years spent on improvement for… This.”

_More ragged breath follows, the tension as a gray-and-white feathered hand passes in front of the camera so the person can wipe his face. Then the camera turns to a small creature, a summoned imp covered with variegated blotches and a number four instead of a left eye.

“It’s fine, boss. You can repair it. We can help.”_

“I can. But it still hurts… I maintained altitude long enough to slow down. I could have ended up in a mountain. I’m… I’m fine. I can only wait until the fire dies down, then I’ll have to see what I can recover. My rift engine must be ruined. Same for the stabilizing artifacts. I’ll have to see for myself. I… I need to see this. I need to recover my paintbrush for my spells.”

“The place is beautiful, boss.”

“It is… Go on. You can check the engine despite the fire.”

The camera turns left; the focus drifting away from the crater to observe a massive forest of purple trees. Their elongated trunks are covered with what appears to be scales, while their leaves are reminiscent of Earthborn Coconut trees. _But all is purple. As for the skies, it has that deep blue glow, almost like marine blue, yet the light is blinding.

Mountains appear in the distance, alabaster white. Yet-_

**Error. Visual Data corruption.

Cache recovery. Impossible.

Processing audio data. Readjusting logs.

Data Recovery - Day 2 since corruption**

“I’m stuck. I tried to recover parts of the engine. The thrusters are dead. The crystal matrix for the rift splitter is dead. At best, I can scavenge for the energy crystals inside. I cannot do another matrix without my tools, so that’s a dead end. I have my paintbrush for my spells. But beyond that… Everything burned.

Crap… I keep searching through the cockpit. I retrieved the control boards and a few communication crystals as well. But they’re dead.

I have… Perhaps enough supplies for two weeks. After that, I’ll have to hunt. Or… I can start hunting and keep the rations for later. I don’t want to waste everything and die like a moron. I need to organize myself.”

“You’re already organized enou-

“First… I need somewhere I can rest. I tried the trees, but when the sun set, they retracted into the ground, so they don’t help against the weather.

The cockpit could have worked, but it’s inclined too much to be comfortable, plus I need space to work on the engines and the crystals.”

I think the best option is a cave. Dry. Slightly elevated so it’s not flooded. You can do that, Four? Thanks.”

“While Four is scouting, I tried to summon another imp. Even if they are dependent on me, Four could wrangle them. The problem is… Conjuration is way more difficult. I assumed it was associated with the crash and the matrix lashing out. But no.

It’s concerning. I am not used to feel so weak. But I’ll try to summon them again.”

“I summoned my Imps. They are here. Two to Four. I’m keeping One around just in case… But the problem is… How can I warn my friends? They must be waiting for me and the freight. After two or three days, they might call the authorities. Then, they’ll have to trace the path leading here. But the residuum from the rift must be scattered everywhere.

Plus, there is the alignment. If the rift anomaly is linked to this planet and not the astral plane, it will be difficult for them to find me.

Planets are moving too fast; they’ll have to rely on traces. It might be too long… Or they might abandon.”

“Don’t worry! I’m sure they’ll find us in no time!”

“I prefer not to let Lady Luck decide. I need to restore the portal communicator. One pulse should be enough; two would be great. And if I can keep it active as long as I want… That’d be perfect. A portal so I can send the imps through.

The problem is… I cannot activate it, even with a functioning crystal. The problem is not energy. Perhaps it got busted during the crash? It shouldn’t. But it could.

I’ll make it work. Somehow.”

Data Recovery - Day 4 since corruption

“Four found the perfect cave for us! It is tall and big. I can house my gear there!

I might have to disassemble everything. But it’ll work.

But it’s far better to keep everything inside a cave than to have raw energy crystals exposed to the rains outside. Maybe it’s the season, but it’s a downpour.

I can’t imagine what could be the result since some crystals are chipped.”

“Crap. It’s raining a lot.”

“I can barely see where the trees ought to be outside. I call them trees, but when we tried to cut one, the scales were too hard. And when I pulled on the scales, something purple dripped from it and smelled like rotten flesh. Three almost puked.

I have rarely seen a place like this. And one that has no traces of arcane crystals lying around, despite how charged the atmosphere is. It might be linked to my magic as it is weakened.”

“I need to find prey or something to eat here.

I have not seen any beasts either. I’m not hungry. I have my rations. The imps can survive on my mana. But the rations won’t last indefinitely.

If I get out of this place, I’ll buy a Bothroc ship; they’re self-regenerating. Costly. But quite an improvement.”

“Can I have a bedroom, Three is-”

**Data recovery – Day 7 since corruption

“**I have found… Natives.

Or they found me. I was busy tracking beasts when I saw them. They’re… Odd.

They’re like Barian, large furred ursine, but their faces are covered with bone growth. It’s weird when their eyes, without lids, look at you. I certainly screamed the first time I saw them. I cried and tried to cast a fireball spell at them, only for… Well. The spell to fizzle out.

I need to understand why my spells can’t work… Perhaps it is linked to the residuum-”

“They came with food. All sorts.

I can’t understand them; they’re not speaking the common. And translation magic definitely doesn’t work. We can’t talk one-on-one directly. I have to mimic whatever I want to say, and they do the same.

Alas, they’re sympathetic.

They had baskets of food they offered to me and my imps. They mimicked my arrival and pointed at the crater. They must have seen it, and I guess it must not be the first time they’ve encountered that situation. Only seven five to find me in that hellscape? That’s quick.”

“They stayed with me for one day. At first, they set up tents outside. They’re using fibers that seem to come from the trees, but much harder than what’s back home. It works well, but with the rain outside, I invited them into the cave.

It still gives me the creeps when they’re looking at me in the dark, but… I managed to sleep.”

“I tried to show them the portal communicator, but they didn’t know what to do with it. Instead, I followed them when they went hunting.

They use a tool to strip the scales off the trees before cutting them. The problem is that the smell is horrendous.”

“It smells like shit!”

“They fixed that by using small seeds from the treetops. They crushed it and mixed it with the meat. It is palatable once grilled.”

“They also showed me… I think I need to paint them once we’re back home. They’re… Creatures that live in the jungle, the same I wanted to track. But they’re too fast to be caught. During the day, they hide in dens and forage during the night.

I… To describe them. They’re covered with scales, black. And their heads are… Elongated. But without eyes. And with prominent nostrils. They… yes! They look like faceless lycans. They have no distinct traits, like you’d smudged a painting of a wolf!

They have six legs and move in packs. They are herbivores, eating the trees’ roots after digging them out. They grow fruit on their backs. The natives harvest the fruits and keep them around before cracking them open to reveal something that’s like a yolk inside. I… I am not certain what part of the ecology allows this.”

“At least the Natives are kind enough to let me see how they do it.

With the way they speak around me, louder and slower, they must think I’m stupid, too. Or deficient. They keep looking at me, looking me up and down, and then comparing me with their own height.

It’s… It can be humiliating at times. I am not small at all! I’m definitely normal-sized.”

“You tell them, Boss! You’re not small at all!”

**Data corruption.

Data recovery – Day XX since corruption**

“ The Uuos returned with their food and baskets again.

They also brought more of their jelly. I don’t know how they made it, but… Its taste is so refined, so rich, so intense, I can’t stop myself from eating it.”

“It tastes like salty goo.”

“You can’t get it, Four. Still, they noticed I liked it the first time. Well, they seem to notice everything because they keep a close eye on me, even when I eat. The intensity, I can’t tell if it’s cultural or them having weird ideas about me.”

“That… And the changes.”

“You look fine! You got the figure you always wanted, right? Nice ass!”

“I don’t know. I had to modify my suit, switch a few parameters, and throw some cache data. But now, it can record my body…

I can confirm I’ve gained weight. Much more than before, and my hips have widened. They’re signs of a metabolic or hormonal disorder. It could be linked to the planet’s biology.

Or it could be from the Uuo. They are eating with me, so it must not be poison.

But thinking about the taste or our next meal. I am hungry. My belly is growling so hard. I… I need more. I am definitely having some cravings and drooling all over my beak.

But Four is right. That ass is definitely something I wanted before. And after sitting on rocks for days, the added cushion is quite comfortable. I don’t have a sore back when I lie down or move around. If I get out, I might have to train my glutes, so I keep this fat ass.”

“Still… I tried to communicate again with their Shaman.

The Elder Uuo is strange. Her face painting has changed from red to blue. It is like she’s changing regularly. I am unsure if it’s from rituals or because she is vain. But she definitely loves the attention I give her. She listens to me, but… I can’t ask her anything concrete. I don’t understand their language yet.

I am slowly getting bits and pieces, like them.”

“And she’s a mean lady! She kicked me! I wanna hurt her and smac-”

“Alas. She understands enough about arcane engines to follow me during my repairs. The problem with it is…”

“She thinks you’re stupid.”

“Yes, Two… Four is busy, so Two is with me. I don’t think she trusts me or thinks I’m capable. She uses her baby-talk voice around me. She is looking over my shoulder and keeps nagging at me whenever I adjust the capacitors.

It’s like I’m back at the academy. But it’s an adult instead of comrades who tries to baby talk me like I’m an idiot. It’s… Well. That kind of play is insufferable, but it’s only the Shaman.

She’s probably childish and has an ego problem. She must see me as a source of danger for her status among the Uuos, hence the constant baby talk.”

“What about the Keeng? I heard them.”

“They keep using that word ‘Keeng’ when talking to me, which sounds like a title I’ve read in a history book. King. A type of leader before the space age.

I don’t think that suits me, but for the moment, they keep calling me that…

I can’t make out all the words, but their speech is rather clear when they’re angry or not. “

“Angry, they lean forward. Frustrated, their branches around their mouths move ever so slightly. Happy, the bones are clicking faster and higher. It’s… Well. It’s helpful, but a xenobiologist might have been capable of comprehending more. Or a scientist. Or someone who’s not a mage turned transporter.

Alas… I’m not entirely lost.”

Data Recovery – Day XX after since corruption

“Ready for the test!”

“Test 38… Failed. Shit. My body is feeling weaker and heavier. Still, I am doing everything to finish repairing the portal communicator.

I have aligned all the crystals, put them in series, and connected them to a single capacitor, but there is no result. I can feel the faint energy coming from the potential rift. But I can also feel a weight around me whenever I approach the communicator.”

“Someone or something is blocking the signal.

It can’t be the cave rocks. It wouldn’t be beyond me to think the forest is blocking it. Or the mountains in the distance. But the effect is concentrated around the communicator, so it feels targeted.

I’ll have to inquire about it… The Uuos must know about it.”

“Don’t ask that witch! She-”

“They keep coming every other day now. So it won’t be difficult to ask them. I abandoned the idea of hunting because they bring food. But their presence is grating, even for the Imps. I can feel their eyes rarely leave me, even when we collect the Arudh fruits.

Worse, I can tell there is something wrong with the jelly.

I tried a purification cantrip on it with what I had, and the jelly turned to mush.

It’s… It’s not normal. A purification cantrip should change the food’s nature.

Usually, if it were poisoned, it’d turn liquid, change color, or change taste. Here, it becomes like a mush. It shouldn’t change density or shape like that.”

“The fact that they keep offering it to me is concerning. I wish I had access to all my books. There’s something about it… I’m sure I’ve seen it elsewhere. But the Imps can’t help me.

I might refrain from eating the jelly for the moment. I’ll probably feign nausea or something. I can force myself to throw up. It’s fine.”

“Another issue is... The Shaman.

Now that I can understand her without the baby-talk, I get the full brunt of her demeaning insults. I feign ignorance, but it hurts. She criticizes me constantly whenever I am busy repairing the portal communicator. I don’t know if it was better when I didn’t understand her.

She’s an old hag. She thrives on their attention and their consternation: ‘He shouldn’t play with that,’ ‘It is dangerous. Stay back,’ or ‘The Keeng will break something’.

Even my grandma wasn’t on my back like that, and she was a witch, through and through.

It’s getting tedious to work with them around. And I’m afraid with that story about the jelly, it’s bound to get worse.”

Data recovery – Day XX since corruption

“Calm down! Boss! Calm down!”

“ Crap! Crap! Crap! Fucking crap!

I feel so bad. I’m shivering. I’m sick. I’m cold. I’m feeling so bad.

I’m sure my feathers are dropping from my neck and nape. I feel I’m sick!”

“It’s all that jelly. That damned jelly!

When I think about it, I feel that warm, fuzzy feeling and the hunger. I feel I’m craving for it.

It’s a drug! Or something!

It has to be! I know it is! Even if I’m dropping dead from casting all the cantrips I know! I will find what that is!”

“No…”

“You’ll find it. Stay calm!”

“That’s not it.

No. Don’t! Don’t take it! It’s for the test! You can resist! Resist Déjà Vu! You’re better than that! Don’t give in!”

“Don’t eat it! Stop!”

“Fuck me!”

“No!”

“Noooooo!”

“YES!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!

It’s… It’s a transmutation! That’s why when I purified it, it changed! They’re transmuting to create the jelly! That’s why it was breaking down. It shouldn’t exist…

Wait. Transmutation? That’s… How could they know about transmutation?

I’ve not seen them use magic ever since I arrived. Not an ounce of telekinesis or telepathy. Are they using magic behind my back?”

“Still… Transmutation isn’t easy.

You can transmute yourself; you can transmute something into a poisonous gas. Something as refined as jelly? No. It must be something they learn from their tribe. They must know nothing else about magic.

Or… do they?”

“They’re not so surprised about the crystals and the communicator. They’re…”

“Breathe. One… Two. One… Two. O-”

“It must be a psychoactive substance. I… I can feel how tense I am. I can feel my heartbeat skyrocketing in my chest. I can hardly breathe. I can hardly rest. It’s the night, and I feel as if I drop, I’ll be dying.

I…”

“I can confirm it is also linked to the change. My… Fatter ass. My hips. My belly. I’ve hit a growth spurt. But if I’ve been changing so much, it can only be due to that jelly.

Transmutation can produce that… But… It’s an engineered product. Dark transmutation or inching on it. It’s bad.

My hormonal levels are on the rise; I can tell I’m soon reaching the levels of an ovulating female. It’s… It’s bad.

There is something I must investigate. Why… Why the jelly? Why are they offering it to me?

They must have an idea behind those big eyes. They… I don’t think the Uuo are primitive.

Beware.”

Data Recovery – Day XX since corruption

“ I…

There is that Uuo. I don’t know how to call him. Perhaps Brutus? He’s built like a brute but nice. His voice has that singing tone.

I singled him out during one harvest, and I’ve asked him questions.

I don’t think he was ready or had been coached, because when I asked, he told me… A lot.

Well, what I could understand.”

“They need cubs.

That’s the first thing he told me. Cubs. Like… Hatchlings.

I am surprised because I saw females. The Shaman is female. But no, Brutus told me they’re sterile. It’s rare for a female to be fertile. And what? They have only one or two cubs.

How can a civilization survive if the females can’t reproduce? That’s… The first thought I had was to say it’s stupid or impossible.”

“But he revealed something that chilled me.

They need ‘Keengs’ to breed. Me. They’re calling me ‘Keeng’. I… don’t know what to say.

The problem is, I can’t defend myself. Conjuration spells hardly work, and elemental fire is hard to come by without a focus.

I could try to block my cave or move away, but if they found me as quickly as before, they could find me again. Plus, I cannot move all my gear or the ships’ components. It’s too heavy for me to move everything at once. And the Imps can’t lift anything.

I’m… At their mercy.”

“We continued to talk.

I switched the topic. Talking about myself felt weird. So I tried to go on another route with the Keengs. If they have more or if they have any nearby.

Brutus told me no, but I cannot be sure because he was looking away, ashamed, when I asked him. They might have something else and… Well. I am afraid they might have something more in store for me.”

“That’s when he told me the way I use magic, with the paint and my chants, is familiar. It was an off-handed comment.

But it might explain what’s happening with the components and what I can do. If he’s familiar with magic or knows about it, it means someone somewhere is using it.

If they’re using it, it might be the source of the interference blocking my tech.”

“The Uuo are becoming more insistent. Even when we sleep together, they’re surrounding me and hugging me. They’re craving my attention or my presence, and though they’re warm and friendly… I dislike the way they hug me so tightly I cannot move away from them.”

“You tell them, boss. They’re gross with their… Tools! Like you!”

“I can… Also, feel when they’re excited because the males don’t wear clothes at all. Only loincloths that can barely hide their… Genitals.

I won’t go on that topic of height and size again. It’s already humiliating as it is. But I… Can’t deny they’re big. Bigger than many a partner. The problem is… I am not interested.

Wait. No, I need to rephrase it.”

“I am not interested in fornicating with savages who have penises the size of my forearm. I have my dignity and partner in life. I don’t need to go around, to be promiscuous, even if they like me. I do not and cannot reciprocate.

It’s nice to receive praise about my ass, in their way. I am sure I look great. But I cannot appreciate it.

The ogling, the smacked lips, even the touch? It feels like I’m a piece of meat to them.

If I’m lucky, I’m done with them.”

Data Recovery - Day XX since the corruption

“ This will be a long message and probably the last one.

I have strapped this crystal containing all the information to one of my imps. As much as they’re useless little creatures, I will miss you, Four.”

“Don’t-”

“You’re a good dumdum. I trust you to get that message across, along with what I put in your bag.

Yes… You have to protect the bag from the Uuo, the big masked bears. Yes. I shall remain here…”

_“_Four will carry the crystals, my ship recorder, and my data.

I have to be fast because they must have noticed I broke through the interference.

From the beginning, I assumed the interference was due to natural causes. Much like an arcane nexus gone wild or… I don’t know, sitting atop a pile of crystals.

It wasn’t.”

“The Uuo have the magic and knowledge to create a magical feedback loop that feeds on environmental mana. It has the effect of an interruption spell on a lower scale, but it appears to be a natural event.

It's a pernicious trap because it doesn’t stop the cantrips and most spells. However, once you try to reach beyond a certain point, the spells automatically fail.

The reason is merely a matter of chance and distance, as the further you need the spell to go, the more likely it is for your spell to be cut by the feedback loops.

Likewise, small equipment with precision arcane work is easily disrupted by the feedback loops.”

“I cannot drag my portal communicator outside of the spell area. I don’t know if there is a limit to how many places such a spell can be placed. Or how far is the range.

After using a stabilizing array and wasting another crystal, I could create a small portal.

Before sending Four through… I’ll have to push through the interference. I won’t have the energy to stop the Uuo. I need you to save me.”

“You’ll have the coordinates in the crystal and then more.

Before crashing, my ship did a topological analysis, so it’ll add it. Also… I have a hint the crash was caused by the Uuo themselves.

If they can cover most of a planet with those feedback loops, it is likely to impact the subastral. It can also separate the two points linked by rifts. It would force any ship to exit in an emergency, typically in orbit around the planet.”

“If that’s the case, you can follow the coordinates and use the topographical data to distinguish it from any planet in the sector.

Plus… There aren’t so many planets that might have a perturbed subastral.

…”

“I guess this is it. Four. Be a good boy. Protect One and the bag. I count on you.

There are no other options. Once I finish casting the spell, you’ll have to cross through.

I can’t travel. Even if I could use a long-distance teleportation spell, it is unlikely I would have the energy to transport myself over such distances, even with all the runes and crystals around.

So… Here it is.

….”

“FOUR! JUMP! YOU NEED TO JUMP NOW!

YES! I KNOW! YOU CARE ABOUT ME! BUT IT IS IMPORTANT YOU DO THIS! FOR ME! NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

JUMP!

JUMP!

I’LL BE THERE WAITING!”

**Data recovery ended.

End of the Crystal reading.

Archiving the information for a potential rescue mission.**

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**Suit Emergency Log – Visual cache activated.

Data Recovery – 1 Day since last backup.**

“Wh… Where am I?”

Despite the lack of lighting, the camera picks up the presence of a large wooden log serving as support, from which Déjà Vu is dangling. The ropes are practically worn down and creaking due to his weight. Yet, they endure as the Uuos, large Bears with bark growing on their faces, carry him inside what looks like a city built in a ravine.

_The Uuos answers with a ramble, the suit unable to translate automatically.

However, the same word ‘Keeng’ is repeated often. Much like it is repeated from the crowd whenever Déjà Vu looks in another direction.

The ‘town’ is primitive-looking with troglodyte housing built inside the stone walls, yet with large garden beds on the front, overflowing with all sorts of unnatural plants._

“I… don’t care. Release me. Yes, she’s angry, but I don’t care. I don’t belong to you.”

_Déjà Vu clicks his beak, the sound echoing in the recording. Yet, he isn’t released. Instead, the Uuo keep carrying him while they descend a slope, and the sound of running water affects the recording.

Around, waterfalls appear as the Uuos trudge through the depths of a lake. Enough for the Seagull to thrash despite his bindings._

“Detach me! You’ll get my feathers wet!”

_No attempt to remove his bindings, though more Uuos are around Déjà Vu, pushing forward through the waters. At least six of them continue to walk for ten minutes.

Only then do they step out, with the camera still picking up the distant waterfalls. And then, the island onto which the Uuos drop Déjà Vu before they remove his bindings.

Unsurprisingly, the Bird is inspecting his chafed hands before eyeing the Uuos. Especially one large Uuo with broad black-furred shoulders and eyes fixed on Déjà Vu._

“I trusted you, Brutus.”

“_You shouldn’t trust him.”

Déjà Vu turns, the camera focusing on what looks like a Shaman. A female Uuo, wearing large blue-dyed robes wrapped around her body until only her eyes are visible.

She outstretches her arm, showing a bony hand before beckoning Déjà Vu to follow.

The island itself, as Déjà Vu, is covered with plants of all sorts. Plants the female Uuo is plucking or harvesting with a scythe, her bonelike fingers at work._

“I know you were the one behind my crash. You know how to use magic. You speak the common, and I wasn’t the only Keeng around. Who taught you this?”

_The elderly Uuo huffs, plucking a wide purple fruit from a tree’s branch, then continuing her walk toward what looks like a cauldron.

She cracks the fruit on the cauldron’s edge, then scrapes the mushy insides against it._

“Tell me. You’ve… You’ve got to tell me. Why am I here? Why do you want me?”

“_You… are a Keeng. That’s how the first Keeng from the sky wanted to be called,” answers the Crone. She adds a few roots to the cauldron, eyeing one of the Uuo before she clicks her tongue.

The male Uuo leaves and returns with an oversized wooden pestle he uses to grind the mush inside the cauldron while the Shaman keeps adding more herbs into the mix.

“He was the first of the people of the sky to come to us. Long, long before you knew how to stand on your two feet.”_

“You can spare me the patronizing touch. You have been keen on insulting me.”

“I wanted to spare your feelings, Keeng. You are but a child compared to us.”

“A child? Is that all you can say? You… Mistreat me. Forced me to eat that jelly. What are you preparing, now? Another drug?”

“_Your food.”

The Crone answers by pointing to the contents of the cauldron, which looks like a mush of green and purple, with hints of dark seeds she regularly adds to the mix. Sure, though, the pestle crushes the seeds, and the mush becomes darker while she waves her hands above it._

“My… Food.”

“Keengs deserve the best food. The first Keeng taught us how to strengthen ourselves and others. It taught us magic as you do. It taught us a lot.”

“Like the interferences you’ve used to trap me? I know that. I know everything about the transmutation you have been using. Or the plan to make me a brood whore.”

_The camera turns to the extremely broad-shouldered Uuo, who seems to shrink, his shoulders dropping. Right before the camera returns to the Crone as she clicks her tongue.

“I am disappointed in this betrayal.”_

“And I am disappointed in your cruelty and stupidity. You thought I wouldn’t notice the changes?”

_The Crone’s eyes seem to shift, dancing on Déjà Vu, then to the Uuos before the clicking tongue returns. But her movements are faster, showing signs of anger as she is restlessly waving and… Pouring magic into the mixture.

“A child you are. You do not understand why we must rely on you. We have been cursed long, long bef-“_

“Before I knew how to stand on my two feet. Do you have something else to say but I’m young?”

_Even though the Shaman’s eyes do not close, the bark shifts as if she’s squinting before she snaps her wrist down, as if dropping something.

Then, the mush inside the cauldron shifts and changes. Its color comes entirely dark before it coalesces, shrinks, and accumulates at the bottom of the cauldron. The mush turns liquid, then shifts, hardening while its color becomes purple. Jelly.

A complete transmutation before she pulls a bowl from her robes and collects the jelly with her bark-like fingers. She lifts it, then presents the bowl to Déjà Vu._

“I won’t eat that.”

“Keengs must eat to become good and fertile. You are one.”

“I won’t eat-“

_Hands appear on either side of the camera, grabbing Déjà Vu and lifting him off the ground. From the shaking, he’s kicking and fighting before the Crone approaches, her hand trembling as she lifts the bowl.

Then she feeds the Bird with the bowl, which goes far too high for the camera to capture.

Then come the gurgles, the gasps, the huffs, and then the retching sound as some of that purple jelly drops before the camera._

“Curse you! I’ll never give in! My people will come to take me away from you. You… You crazy primitives!”

“_Young Keeng needs to learn. Come on. Bring him outside. And cover the suit.”

Another hand reaches for the camera-_

**Recording Cut

Initialization

Emergency Recording**

_Déjà Vu is sitting in what appears to be a one-room house. The floor is made of reed, the same for the walls, and the ceiling, though with purple leaves added to protect from the winds.

The sound of rushing water can be heard in the distance, much like the howling wind, as the Seagull is huddled in a corner of the room on a mat.

His body has shifted, very much so._

_His legs have fattened, the weight accumulating along his thighs and ass. A curvaceous lower body that yet suits his torso, with a typical pear shape that is atypical for his kind.

Smaller shoulders, thinner arms follow that pear shape. All that weight is accumulating down and giving him hips that can be compared to a female of his kind.

It is with that body that Déjà Vu is entirely huddled up, hunched, and yet looking in the distance. Glaring at something._

“Again with the old Crone?”

_The answer is not in common but with clicking sounds as three Uuos enter, holding out many bowls that must be carried with that jelly.

Their tone is soft, and their body language is relaxed as they sit by Déjà Vu, sliding the bowls toward him._

“You know I hate this. Why are you helping her?”

_The answer comes with clicking while Déjà Vu eyes the bowls. One by one, the white-feathered Seagull checks their content. His yellow eyes frown before he grabs one and pours the whole jelly into his wide-open beak.

Then. He goes for another bowl while the group of three Uuo are talking to him._

_Then, as more than half the bowls are emptied, Déjà Vu wipes his face.

He passes his feathered fingers through his puffed-up feathers atop his head, cut and attached to resemble a ponytail, if disheveled. Then, he exhales, seemingly much more relaxed while the Uuo keep talking._

“You can tell her I’ve eaten already.”

More clicking follows as they push the last bowls toward him while piling the others up in a corner. A discussion that seems very one-sided as Déjà Vu frowns and looks down.

“If I give in, she’ll be satisfied with this progress. I can’t let her have that satisfaction.”

More clickings, same from his beak. His fingers twitch before he sighs, shaking his head.

“No. Tell her to get stuffed. No… Worse. Tell her to die in the corner.”

More clicking, although the body language betrays a sort of disapproval from the Uuo as they hunch closer. Their hands, for some, reach for Déjà Vu’s shoulders, digging and massaging them. They dig into the soft feathers, dig into the tense muscles, until Déjà Vu’s expression relaxes and eases, himself leaning further against the Uuo.

“No. I won’t take that back. She deserves it. And you know it. She knew what she was doing to me without telling me. Or letting you tell me.”

More clicking as a hand strokes Déjà Vu’s cheeks. Brushes on the feather, making him follow the touch before he blinks and shakes his head.

“No. I won’t do that again! We had our fun! But not anymore. No… I said no! Damn it!”

_Déjà Vu is lashing out, his hand smacking one of the Uuo’s hands. He clicks his beak and puffs up his chest, yet the hands are creeping closer to his body.

They dig into the white feathers, explore his thighs, and inside them, despite Déjà Vu closing his legs. Another pair grabs Déjà Vu’s right foot, yanking it open until the Bird has no other choice but to keep the legs spread._

_Therefore, as the caresses and the Uuo become more insistent, the Seagull’s breathing hastens. His beak opens and clicks while he throws his head back, while the Uuo’s fingers are fondling his chest, stroking his belly… And tiptoeing around the pink point appearing midst the Seagull’s groin.

A touch of pink, at first, but soon one that grows and increases in size as the caresses are forced, and the fingers even dare to poke at that cock… To touch it, to stroke the organ as blood rushes in._

“I don’t want it. It told you. Not again. Not after what she did.”

_Mumbles Déjà Vu, his voice shrill despite the attention that’s given to him. And then, he is silenced. Not forcefully; one of the Uuos’ mouths opens, a wide and elongated tongue slips out before going inside the Bird’s mouth, gagging him and making that throat bulge from within.

Déjà Vu is thrashing, trying to yank his arms away, but he can’t. The Uuos are holding him, stopping him from even closing his legs as they are grabbing his erection.

Stroking him, caressing him, playing and using their thumbs to stroke the tip of that elongated cock springing from the groin.

No apparent testicles. Only a cock that is steadily growing as more and more blood flows until the organ throbs in the Uuo’s hands and then spurts preseminal fluids all over the digits._

_Then, as Déjà Vu’s head is released, as his throat is freed, as his mouth is abandoned… He only looks down. He huffs and heaves, but his expression is different. Even his eyes are slightly glazed over. The Uuos are seemingly talking among themselves.

They are discoursing and then… As they seem to agree and nod, one stands up.

For a moment, his presence occludes the camera’s field of view._

_Then, as the Uuo grabs his loincloth and drops it, he walks around to be on the opposite side of Déjà Vu compared to his peers while holding onto his genitals.

Genitals that, at rest, reach down to his knees. His cock is soft, yet he strokes the uncut organ, pulling on the charcoal black foreskin to expose a purple cocktip. A tip he strokes and caresses until blood rushes in, making the veins bulge while the organ throbs.

The penis reaches full mast in a matter of seconds, and the low-hanging testicles, the size of apples, drop even lower than before.

In that lustful ambience, the clicking from the Uuos grows excited. The naked Uuo continues to stroke and stroke before he removes his hand, his penis hard and bobbing up and down._

_All the while, Déjà Vu has barely moved. His eyes remain focused on his body and on the ground. It would remain so, but the Uuo grabs his head. He grabs Déjà Vu’s beak, pries it open. And then, when the Seagull’s beak is open, he presses his cocktip inside.

A long and steady process, followed by gargles and coughs from Déjà Vu, his glazed eyes rolling before more than a quarter of the Uuo’s cock slips in.

It is then he blinks, frowns, and yanks on the hands holding him._

_Déjà Vu thrashes again, out of the trance he’s been stuck in before.

He gargles and huffs, but the hands holding his beak force him to swallow as his traits harden. His brows drop, his eyes water, and even his neck feathers are puffing up.

Yet, more of the organ slips inside, pushing against the depths until even the neck is bloated or inflated from within.

Concurrent with the Uuos’ hands returning to Déjà Vu’s organ, stroking it while the sounds of steps indicate the arrival of more Uuos._

_More Ursine aliens enter the room, narrowly covering the camera front. Yet, they huddle around Déjà Vu. Then, after an effort of communication, they lift the Seagull.

They lift while allowing their peer to keep his organ firmly entrenched within Déjà Vu’s mouth, bulging his throat.

Only then, with the effort, do they reveal Déjà Vu’s orifice; one, they prod and touch. An orifice out of view, they consider with familiarity as they play with it._

_One Uuo uses his finger to play with the Seagull’s orifice, stretching it, widening it until he adds more fingers before another peer, naked, sits under Déjà Vu and has his cock, half-hard, pointed at the orifice.

An effort, while the Bird continues to thrash, that ends with that orifice being pressed against the cocktip… And a freeze. A stop.

Déjà Vu seems to relax and ease while his orifice is forcefully penetrated. His orifice, which takes in, slowly, steadily, the overdeveloped penis._

_Still.

The Seagull’s throat is occupied by the Uuo’s organ, with the uncut penis that is throbbing. The Ursine’s testicles, lifted by the scrotum, are squeezed by the scrotum. A clenching that stops. They drop. And... Déjà Vu’s throat bulges for a moment. Deglutition.

Something that repeats, slowly, steadily, until the Seagull’s traits relax entirely. The frown disappears, and the tension in those facial muscles is gone.

He gulps down whatever is force fed to him, though it doesn’t seem he is given much of a choice. He gulps and swallows, while the Uuo’s erection, below him, progresses further. And further._

_Further enough for Déjà Vu’s plump figure to show the sign of the penetration, to have his softened belly bulging from the organ deeply inserted within.

The organ that throbs through, visible despite the feather fluff covering Déjà Vu’s uncovered belly.

And then… The Seagull is lowered entirely, his plump hips meeting with the Uuo’s thighs and oversized scrotum, while his belly is bulging almost all the way to his chest.

A thorough penetration that makes the cock in his mouth slip out. Then, with a common accord, the Uuos lifts Déjà Vu._

_The cock inside the mouth slips deeper, bulging the throat down to the collarbone while the one inside that ass is sliding out, steadily, slowly. The bulge in Déjà Vu’s guts lessens while a quarter of the cock is out.

And then… It’s the opposite. A back and forth that leads the Seagull to be spitroasted between the Uuos, taken by the males as they are purposefully… breeding him._

_Déjà Vu’s own erection is shooting all over the mat, and yet, it doesn’t seem to deter the two Uuos at work as their scrotums regularly lift or are pulled closer to their abdomen before a throb shakes their cocks and then Déjà Vu’s guts.

He is getting filled, force-fed that semen that also drips from the orifice, a white liquid with a purple hue.

By then, Déjà Vu’s expression has entirely relaxed. His eyes are fluttering, closing, as another Uuo approaches with a bowl of Jelly and pours it inside his mouth when the cock is out.

In and out, the cock inside the mouth is forcing that jelly inside, that product of transmutation.

And Déjà Vu swallows._

_He swallows it all, despite the bulge that’s forming in his belly. His guts are bulging, his belly is distending; the feathers are thinning on it.

Even the bulge, the abdominal bulge formed by the Uuo inside him, is disappearing due to the pressure inside.

And yet, the Bird swallows and drinks and gets filled up. Then, the first Uuo sighs and pulls back. His cock, once out of the wide-open beak, goes soft and slaps against his thighs._

_Yet, even as he removes his hand from the beak, it doesn’t close.

It doesn’t close as another Uuo approaches, removing the loincloth and stroking himself before he takes the place of his fellow.

It is a ritual or a gangbang. Absolutely a rape in the state Déjà Vu is. His body is barely reacting, seemingly drugged._

_Far from stopping after that, the Uuos are going faster. More jelly is poured on the cock of the one inside Déjà Vu’s mouth.

More cum is pumped before Déjà Vu is lifted, and the cock formerly inside him goes soft.

Soft and pulls out, unplugging the orifice. It squirts that purplish cum all over the mat before another Uuo takes the seating spot and penetrates Déjà Vu. Again, he is stretched, his belly bulging before the Uuo adds more. And more.

It doesn’t seem to end as the Uuos are many and restless, as it takes more than one orgasm for them to be gone. And by then, Déjà Vu’s erection has gone soft._

_Worse, his shaft has halfway retreated, though the exposed tip is constantly slapping against his groin, smearing fluids all over the white feathers. Yet, he remains immobile and the recipient of their abuse.

Mouth. Ass. Mouth. Ass.

Each time, there is a change, with some time left between exchanges and between roles. However, one thing is certain as the Uuos are taking turns: each Uuo has a turn with both ends.

And when it is over… Déjà Vu looks much different._

_The constant influx of semen has stretched his belly thin. The skin, pinkish, is almost visible beneath the white feathers. The coat has been stretched on the taut belly to the point that it looks thinned out or plucked.

Either way, Déjà Vu looks much different. His belly is sagging, enough to cover his genitals and the cocks penetrating him. The guts themselves are resting on his spread thighs and lifted knees, while his beak and his chest are covered with Uuo semen._

_A vision of utter filling that ends with the Uuos, all of them, pulling out and clicking joyfully. They even nudge one another in a display of affection before they step out.

All the while, they leave Déjà Vu on his belly, legs spread.

In that position, it is possible to see Déjà Vu’s orifice between the spread thighs, to see the rim whose muscle has been so thoroughly abused it cannot close anymore. Instead, it tries to; but the result is comparable to a wink while cum is spilling out from the contractions.

Cum that flows and oozes and almost squirts while landing on the mat, from the orifice that is bright red and clearly ready for another round of abuse._

_For a long time, Déjà Vu doesn’t react.

The Uuos are gone; the bowls are gone. And only distant whimpers and then cries come from Déjà Vu before he shakes his fists and-_

**Recording cut

Emergency Recording**

_Déjà Vu is still in that house, though the mat has been changed and trinkets have been hung on the reed walls.

The Bird is currently stroking his belly, huffing. Despite his petite size compared to the Uuos, Déjà Vu’s belly is swollen to the point of comprising more than half of his volume. He is hugging it, holding onto it while looking around. And sighing._

“No more breeding.”

A clicking follows, then a Uuo enters, bringing a bowl and sitting with Déjà Vu like before.

“I tell you. No more breeding. I refuse it.”

_Even while stating this, Déjà Vu grabs the offered bowl and swallows the jelly before throwing the bowl away.

A disdainful, angry display that culminates with the Uuo saying something with his clicking voice. Déjà Vu’s anger flares up. He puffs out his chest, his frown visible._

“What are you doing to my ship? I told you not to touch the parts! She… She lied! That witch!”

The Uuo answers by raising both hands.

“Calm down? I won’t calm down! I will be as angry as I want to be! Tell her I’ll be as angry as I want. And I know I’ll have my way out! I contacted the federation! I’ll- HMPH!”

_The Uuo has pounced on Déjà Vu.

However, instead of manhandling him and pinning him to the ground, the Uuo is forcing his tongue down Déjà Vu’s mouth. A kiss.

And again, Déjà Vu relaxes for a moment while the Uuo hastily removes his loincloth while pushing Déjà Vu onto his back._

_He opens the Bird’s legs, spreads them, revealing the orifice that is one more oozing with cum before he slips his fully hard penis inside, taking Déjà Vu.

Déjà Vu, who only snaps back when half of the shaft is inside. A reaction that is followed by his kicking feet and his hands smacking the floor like a temper tantrum._

“GET AWAY! FUCK OFF! I DON’T WANT YOU AND YOUR EGGS! STOP THIS! STOP THIS! STOP THIS!”

**Recording cut

Emergency recording**

“Stop… This.”

_Déjà Vu is impaled on a cock, on a Uuo who’s supine and not moving at all. Yet, due to its size, it seems the Seagull can’t get away. As he moves and pushes, so follow the huffs of pain and hisses while his face hardens.

He is stuck, forcefully impaled while the Uuo’s scrotum is lifting regularly, filling up the plump figure._

_Déjà Vu was big, but his belly seems to have grown even bigger with the regular abuse.

There is no denial that the Bird is pregnant, and that the Jelly has affected his biology. His chest is growing bigger, too.

Whereas the fat used to accumulate on his thighs, it now forms on his chest, causing the pectorals to soften and sag slightly on his belly._

A belly Déjà Vu is stroking while huffing and sighing, hunched forward as he looks around. And frown.

“Are you… Looking to admire your chef d’oeuvre? Witch?”

“You are improving nicely for a Keeng. You were made for this. Don’t you think?”

“Spare me your idle talk. What do you want?”

“As you said, I am here to admire my Keeng.”

“That was sarcastic, and you’re too stupid to get it. Now, tell me.”

Amidst the remarks, Déjà Vu is regularly huffing.

_He huffs even more when, after some clicking, the Uuo beneath Déjà Vu grabs him by the thighs. He lifts the bird, steadily and slowly making Déjà Vu lean back while the cock is slipping out… Up until the organ springs out and forth, spraying cum on the mat.

Meanwhile, Déjà Vu’s gaping orifice is also oozing cum. Then, the Bird is released and put on the floor before the male Uuo sneaks away, grabbing his loincloth on the way out._

_In that situation, Déjà Vu is attempting to roll and twist, his legs kicking weakly. Though his legs have widened, they have also grown weaker. Much like the Bird’s entire anatomy, he cannot even sit down without fighting for it.

But he manages it, at last, after kicking around and huffing, only to end up breathless and tired while looking up at the approaching Shaman.

The female Uuo looks the same as before, though her clothes are damp below the knees._

“What did you do?”

“Do what? I am stuck here. With you. Fucked by all your people. What could I do when they’re outside-“

“_WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

The room falls silent, though shuffling can be heard outside the cabin._

“What have I done? Being raped by your kin.”

“_Not that!”

Déjà Vu stops and frowns, watching as the Crone walks around, hunched, and her feet clicking against the reed.

“We fed you. We protected you like a Keeng. You were so lost, so afraid outside. And yet, you did not think about the consequences of your actions.”_

“Fed? More like you were already planning to… Ruin me. Like you did with all the others. With all the poor men who had the bad luck to approach your world.”

Déjà Vu clicks his beak, almost spitting on the reed.

“So what? I betrayed you? How?”

_The Shaman huffs, continuing to circle… Before she points a finger at the heavily pregnant Déjà Vu.

“You called them. The people from the stars! You betrayed us. How?”

Déjà Vu blinks, then smiles as he scratches his beak._

“Ohhhh. That. That was easy… Are you afraid people might come? I told you they’d come to save me. Didn’t I tell you?”

“How did you do? I saw your arcane technology. You couldn’t pass through our interference spells with it. But you did, I felt the traces. How did you cross through the storm?”

“You really want to know about it, don’t you? What is it? Are you afraid someone might have outsmarted you?”

_The finger becomes a hand smacking Déjà Vu’s face in a loud whack, before the Crone recoils, her fingers trembling.

“You… You are threatening our people with your selfishness, Keeng. Don’t you understand how important your pregnancy is for us? You are our sole option. Yet, you are ready to kill us all.”_

“Kill you? Ah! That wasn’t me who cursed you. And I never accepted this pregnancy. That’s on yo-“

“_SILENCE!”

Déjà Vu rolls his eyes, taping his belly with his fingers.

“You will tell me how you did it. Nobody did this before. What… is different with you?”_

“I guess nobody was smart enough before to create a stabilizing array. Would you know, it’s straightforward to make. Do you want me to show you? You only need a set of five crystals and-“

“SILENCE!”

_Again, the hand smacked Déjà Vu’s face, even after the Bird raised his hand in defense. However, the Crone is too fast. Her anger is flaring as she huffs. Then, she turns, her robe twirling and almost flying. She faces the door, and others soon echo her clicking voice.

After that, she turns to Déjà Vu, approaches him… And grabs him by his ponytail.

“You think yourself so smart? I have seen many of my people die. I have seen war. I have seen the worlds beyond ours. Your arrogance is worthless.”_

“My arrogance? Are you… Projecting, lady? That’s swell.”

This time, the Shaman raises her hand. But then, she smiles.

_She smiles at the group of Uuos entering the house, carrying stone bowls, which they are handling with extreme care compared to the others. Their fingers are twitching, and even their speech is tense.

Their shoulders are raised, and their feet are shuffling.

So comes an exchange between the Shaman and the Uuo, one that is rather tense while Déjà Vu smiles, visibly chuffed._

“Torturing me? See, even they think that’s bullshit!”

“Quiet! And you…”

_The Shaman's eyes are focused on the fellow Uuos, her clicking speech faster.

Déjà Vu’s own expression shifts, going from satisfied to then frowning. And then, hostile towards the old Shaman. He tries to grab her by the arms._

“I don’t know how crazy you are. But I won’t let you do whatever you want!”

_Yet, with his changes, Déjà Vu’s body barely has the strength to act. He hits and smacks, but the grip on his ponytail remains as firm as before.

“It is no longer in my hands. You shall be punished as an example. As for you. Do it!”_

_Finally, the Shaman releases Déjà Vu and pushes him, making the Bird almost drop on his side if not for a prompt recovery. Even then, Déjà Vu cradles his belly, touching the egg shapes inside. He turns to the approaching group of Uuo, each carrying a bowl.

Another, carrying nothing, approaches before grabbing the Bird by the beak.

Déjà Vu gargles, his tongue stretching. But soon, he is forced to look up, his mouth forced open while one bowl is approached… And its content poured.

Jelly but with a green hue._

_Follow the gargles and retching, though the Bird gulps the jelly descending his throat.

Then, he is let go… And left to himself as he frowns, then cranes his neck. Then grimace, then hold onto his belly._

“What… Was that?”

“One gift of our first Keeng. It will make sure your body remains fertile. But it might hurt.”

“You crazy… HRMPH!”

Déjà Vu suddenly hunches forward, clutching his belly while his face contorts with pain.

_Yet, the procession and the force-feeding advance. The Shaman signals the other Uuos to approach.

Then, the one who has grabbed Déjà Vu’s beak grabs it again. He forces Déjà Vu to look up again before another Jelly is poured inside the Bird’s mouth.

Then again, Déjà Vu is let go, leaving him to recover his bearings… Right before he is grabbed again._

_A cycle that repeats as Jelly is poured again, twice. Orange and Yellow.

Then, the huffing and groaning Bird is left alone, only for Déjà Vu to drop on his sides as he growls and grimaces. The pain is easily seen on his face, in the way he maintains his eyes closed while his legs and fingers twitch.

“This will help you learn your lesson. And to become much more amenable.”_

_The Shaman clicks and turns to the other Uuos carrying bowls before she waves them off, same as the one that has been busy manhandling Déjà Vu.

Only then is the Bird left alone, huffing… Groaning. And then crying on the floor._

_His body is twitching, his eyes forcefully closed. His legs are shaken by spasms, similar to his hands, while a pool of cum forms underneath him, probably from the fluids that have been pumped inside him.

But so are added some hints of urine while the Bird is trying to go on his side, cradling his belly as much as he can._

“The fire… The… The fire hurts.”

_Déjà Vu’s voice is but a whisper. Eerie and distant, his eyes opened. He is crying, his face puffed up, and the sclera bloodshot as he looks at someone in the distance.

Yet, there is no sound outside. Nothing that might be there._

“No… No… Four. Don’t… Don’t hurt me. You’ve been bad.”

Déjà Vu slurs, saliva drips from his mouth onto the mat.

“Very bad. Bad… Bad… Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.”

His eyes are still focused on something in the distance, his fingers twitching.

“You’re fire. Fire. You.”

**Recording Cut

Initializing

Emergency Recording**

“Fire… Fire… Fire eats all.”

Déjà Vu has his back turned to the camera. Yet, his entire body is coated with semen. His legs are constantly kicking, though the movements seem to be reflexive.

“Fire from above. Fire falling. Fire everywhere…. Is that what he saw?”

_Déjà Vu’s voice is frail and low.

His breathing is ragged, his back tensing up every so often. The sound of the waterfall outside is the same, though sometimes clicking and grunts from the Uuos can be heard.

It is night, so no one seems to interact with Déjà Vu for the moment._

“It’s all coming from above. It hurts. It devours. Please…”

_The shivering continues, though none of the Uuos seems keen to interact with Déjà Vu in his current state, leaving him alone while his legs are kicking weakly. Then, as the sunlight comes, one Uuo enters.

Tall, potentially the tallest of all. He sniffs around, watches, his eyes turning to the camera. Then, he returns to Déjà Vu, poking him with his toes before approaching and-_

**Recording Cut

Initializing**

_One of the Uuos stands above Déjà Vu.

His clicking is loud as he turns toward the entrance of the cabin. Someone else replies, the Shaman, with her high-pitched clicking and faster pace.

She is admonishing him as well as all the males who are surrounding Déjà Vu; A gaggle of Uuos wearing their loincloths. They examine Déjà Vu, even poke at his belly._

_Meanwhile, the Seagull is clutching his belly.

His growth is impressive, but most of his body is barely visible beneath his distended belly. Even his hands cannot entirely cradle his guts, as we can only hear the huffs and moans from him.

Then the admonishing clicking stops, leading to the Shaman entering, her robes and stern expression unchanged._

_She uses a cane to walk. And to poke at Déjà Vu’s guts, same as his limbs, or his face as he gargles.

“Not so proud anymore, are you?”_

“The… The fire. It devours. No… N-No! No fire!”

_The Shaman clicks her tongue before she turns to more Uuos outside the cabin, waving at them. And so enters a gaggle of males, carrying the typical bowl filled with jelly.

They’re holding the bowls with extreme caution, their eyes often turning to the Shaman before they look at Déjà Vu, eyeing him._

_The Shaman clicks at them, waving them one by one until she stops and points at one bowl.

The Uuo holding it clicks back. But the Shaman chastises him before he has to approach, sit by Déjà Vu while another Uuo supposedly grabs the Bird’s beak.

Follows then the bowl being poured and the Uuo holding it, watches, his expression tense. Then Déjà Vu coughs and gargles._

“Wh-What?”

“_Are you back among us?”

The Crone approaches, her cane hitting the reed floor while she is watching Déjà Vu’s expression behind that belly. She even pokes at the bloated guts with her cane._

“You… Wh-My… I… I was….”

“That’s how it is with the people coming from the sky. They cannot endure the gift of the mind like us. It breaks you, doesn’t it? What did you see?”

“F… Fire! And… Pain. Everything… In flames. Destroyed… And… And blood.”

_The Shaman’s expression tenses. Her bark clicks as she turns to the other Uuos, who are indeed shaken. They are trembling, some even recoiled before the Crone waves her hand.

She speaks to her kin, clicking in a dismissive, abrupt tone that leaves them shaken yet nodding, their mouths opening and closing before she points to another bowl, another Uuo. Another forceful feeding.

“We’ll see about that. They won’t be able to do a thing if we have an army.”_

_Of course, the Uuo holding the bowl replies in his language.

So follow others, whose expressions show high stress levels and fear. Similarly to their voices, a chorus opposes the Crone in the center before she hits the ground with her cane and clicks. One time. Only once, and she imposes the silence on them before she raises her cane, pointing at different Uuos.

The one holding the desired bowl nods somberly and approaches, ready to force-feed Déjà Vu like it had been done before._

_The Bird gargles behind his oversized belly, forced to swallow the jelly. Then, as he is force-fed, more Uuos approaches with what look like gourds.

Gourds they open before pouring oil onto the Bird’s guts, massaging them and making the skin under the feathers absorb it.

Meanwhile, the Crone is clicking through, her tone calmer and almost an incentive as the males watch the massage._

“What… is this? Why… M-My belly!”

_Déjà Vu cries, but his legs twitch and tense, while his belly is lifted by two more Uuos, leading to four attending to the Bird’s guts. Then two more, bringing the total to six.

Six Uuos who heave and huff while they’re lifting Déjà Vu’s belly, revealing his dripping genitals and legs. Legs they are lifting, their movements controlled.

It doesn’t seem to be the first time they've done so, as they’re diligent about wiping Déjà Vu’s feathered thighs and posterior, lifting the legs more and more._

_More until the thighs have to be spread, until the clawed toes twitch while Déjà Vu’s posterior appears and… One slick and translucent substance oozes through.

The Crone nods, so are following the males while Déjà Vu’s cries become constant gargling.

His belly is continuously massaged, his posterior wiped. And then, another group of Uuos are coming closer, grabbing the Bird’s buttcheeks to spread them forcefully._

_The muscles do not resist. Nor the Bird, as he gargles, his speech steadily degrading as the camera focuses on the orifice.

The rim is quite swollen, probably from abuse, and the jelly, with the entrance almost resembling a pastry. The wrinkles are practically glazed over, the skin pink and healthy.

Yet, as Déjà Vu gargles, the orifice opens up and then closes. All the while, the translucent ooze slips through, coalescing with the rest into a puddle.

An ooze whose color is slightly shifting, going from translucent to a faint blue color as the Uuos gather around and… Chant._

“My… Guts… I- I can feel the eggs.”

“It is happening. You shall give birth a new generation for us.”

“I… I don’t want to!”

“_Your wants are useless. You will birth them and be ruined. And we will have an army to oppose yours.”

The Crone huffs, her tone authoritative, before the chant from the Uuos grows in speed and power. They are chanting, almost praying, with some holding hands. However, the crowd around Déjà Vu, massaging his belly, lifting his legs, or holding onto his buttcheeks, is silent._

_The Bird gargles and coughs, cries, too.

Déjà Vu can be heard weeping as the orifice clenches once more, then opens up on something green and slightly translucent. An egg. The form is oblong, and the texture differs from that of the calcium-based shell. But it is definitely an egg, as a darker green shape is inside, attached to a clearer yolk sac.

The egg is slightly pushed, protruding from the orifice. But only through more pushing does the egg pass through the orifice and then slide on the ground._

_The egg drops into the puddle, rolls, the squishy exterior wobbling.

The Uuos observe it; the chant grows before the egg stops. One Uuo collects it before presenting it to the Crone.

She eyes the egg, clicks her tongue. Then she leans forward, left and right, to admire the egg before she presses her finger against it. And she nods._

“You are doing well, Déjà Vu.”

“My… My body…”

_Déjà Vu’s mumbling voice is almost inaudible compared to the cry of joy and the chants from the Uuos. Those in the background are even dancing and kissing, grabbing each other in a pure display of joy.

However, those by Déjà Vu remain stoic as they watch the Bird’s orifice clench and then open again on another egg. Similar, wobbly, squishy. It is presented the same to the Crone, who receives it and nods, before the one holding the egg slips away._

_It is a constant procession, with always a new one receiving the egg and presenting it before the Crone approves. A ritual. A passage as Déjà Vu’s cries fills the cabin.

The Bird cries and groans with each egg passing through, though it doesn’t seem to get easier.

Or rather, it seems it’s becoming more difficult as each egg forces the orifice to clench and then open regularly, possibly due to the task of pushing the squishy eggs out._

_Even then, the Bird’s belly doesn’t seem to change. He is big, far too big. His belly weighs on the Uuos, who are huffing more and more, too, due to the pregnancy.

Yet, Déjà Vu keeps pushing the eggs despite his hysterical weeping, his voice getting higher and higher without a break._

“Stop! Stop! It’s too much! It’s too much!”

“It’s too much when I say so!”

_The Crone clicks and turns to her people, pointing at another bowl holder. The male opens his mouth, ready to answer. Then he nods, silently, coming to approach and force-feed Déjà Vu.

The Bird’s beak is open, silencing him for a moment before the sounds of deglutition can be heard alongside the squirting ooze, the eggs pushing out, of the air sometimes pushed alongside the eggs.

Then… He is silent, but his legs are quivering.

The weeping has lessened, but it is still there as another egg is pushed through, more than twenty already._

_The number of Uuos stays the same, with some entering the cabin to collect their eggs.

The Crone holds up her cane and shouts orders before she turns to some, pointing at them with the cane, and…

The belly porters are exchanging roles with newcomers, while another group of Uuos pours the oil on the Bird’s belly to massage it.

The orifice is no longer clenching or fighting; instead, it is gaping as Déjà Vu’s voice goes steadily higher. But instead of being due to hysterics, it is… Heavy with moans and groans.

With a pleasure that is received by the microphone as Déjà Vu’s genitals, his cock among them, is steadily going stiff against his belly._

_The Uuos do not touch the Bird’s genitals or asshole directly.

But as the eggs are pushed, as more eggs roll… The Bird’s attitude shifts. He groans. His toes narrowly claw one of the Uuos helpers.

Then, as the Bird’s shakings grow intense and quicker, his cock throbs against his belly and… He ejaculates. Once. Twice. Thrice._

_Meanwhile, his orifice keeps clenching and opening, though no eggs push out. The contraction seems to be out of control for a moment before the orgasm recedes, and Déjà Vu drops still.

His legs relax, his asshole opens up. And through the contract, more ooze squirts out, followed by a new egg. One egg that lands in the mix of cum and ooze only to be received, presented, and then accepted.

Only then does the Crone click her tongue and-_

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_Déjà Vu cries.

His voice is shrill and loud in the cabin, midst the groans and grunts from the Uuos at work.

Four are lifting the Bird’s belly, giving access to the Bird’s thighs, groin, and orifice once the legs are lifted.

Pined under his own weight, Déjà Vu cannot even move at all. And it is certain that after the ceremony, the Uuos are preparing him again for another brood._

_Compared to the previous days, Déjà Vu’s belly has shrunk.

The eggs are still pressed under his skin, but they are less prominent than before. The stretch marks and the thinned-out feathers are less noticeable, perhaps thanks to the oil massages.

The Uuos are evidently breeding him as they are working relentlessly, one taking Déjà Vu’s posterior despite the Bird’s cries._

“Stop it! Stop it! I! I want to be free! Help! Help me! Please! She can’t keep doing this to me! I- I need to get home! I don’t want this! I don’t want to end like this! Please!”

_However, none of the Uuos respond.

They keep fucking the Bird’s orifice. The microphone catches the sounds of slurping and suction from the Bird’s orifice as it is stretched again by the organs that are wider than his arms.

Faint sounds of fighting and commotion show that Déjà Vu is smacking the Uuos’ arms, but they do not seem to react to it. Even their communication is kept minimal, though some are nodding to one another before they return to their routine of keeping Déjà Vu’s belly lifted.

Then, as the breeding continues, another enters with a bowl._

The Uuos inside turn to him, their clicking loud as if they were chasing that stranger away.

“Don’t let him feed me! Please! I am afraid! I don’t want! I don’t want! I don’t want!”

Déjà Vu’s voice becomes hysterical, repeating the same words while the Uuos stop for a moment. They eye one another, then they eye the approaching stranger, who lifts the bowl and speaks with authority.

_Then the one inside Déjà Vu stops, steadily pulling out. He leaves behind Déjà Vu’s swollen and abused orifice, the rim barely holding onto the cum that’s pouring out. And then, as the orifice is relinquished and Déjà Vu’s belly is steadily dropped, they all turn to the stranger.

The fists are clenched, the clickings louder.

There is animosity that doesn’t dissipate as the bowl-holder clicks back and shakes his head._

Then, the first punches come-

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_The Cabin is empty.

Outside, there are echoes of shouts and waterfalls.

But the cabin is empty. There are traces of blood in a corner. Not enough to attest someone was killed, but enough to say someone fought inside.

The mat is drenched with cum, but nothing like the birthing ooze._

_No trace of Déjà Vu despite his prominent size.

In this situation, he cannot move alone.

But he is missing, and instead, there is a bowl with some hardened gray jelly inside._

_Finally, the shouts are coming closer. Stomps follow. Terse clicking when the Crone enters the cabin, her cane hitting the reed floor as she examines the room. She sniffs the air, her nose up. Then she looks down, even kneels to reach for the jelly.

Then she observes the cum puddle.

She turns to speak to someone behind her, her voice tense. Then, another Uuo enters. A male, large, wearing a mask that covers his face except for those lidless eyes. His body is covered in fetishes, and he wields a spear covered in similar fetishes.

That Uuo is clearly of importance because even the Crone is talking to him calmly, her clicking followed by glances left and right before she nods._

_The male nods and then steps out, followed shortly by the Shaman.

Then… Silence except for the waterfalls outside. No cries, no stomps, only the faint sound of life outside. Crickets or assimilated, insects. Even small critters enter the cabin, sniff, and then leave._

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There are shouts outside.

“Let me! Let me go! I need to leave! Please! Please! Pleaseee!”

_No one answers Déjà Vu’s shrill cries as he appears, carried by many Uuos.

The Bird’s feathers look dirtier than before, but he is also bigger than before. His face is contorted with fear before it disappears behind his belly when he is dropped on the mat like before._

_The Uuos are around, speaking and clicking. Some are pointing fingers, though there are no traces of the Crone nor of the fetish-covered males.

However, the tension is palpable as the Uuos keep arguing._

“Do not let her come here! I’ll be good this time! I won’t fight! Please! Just! Just don’t hurt them! They thought they’d help me!”

Each time Déjà Vu speaks, the Uuos look at him and exchange glares, their argument exacerbated. Evidently, not every Uuo agrees with Déjà Vu’s treatment.

The dissension continues until a tense voice is heard, the Crone. She is speaking high enough for everyone to hear, Déjà Vu included.

“Chase her! I don’t want her! I don’t want to see her! She’s hurting me! She’s hurting your Keeng! She needs to leave! Make her leave! I’ll! I’ll do anything! Don’t!”

_The begging turns frantic, opinionated. Even the words are getting jumbled together due to stress or a slight slurring from the Bird.

Yet, the Crone enters, her cane tapping the floor while the fetish-covered Male follows her, his spear hitting the reed as well, the other hand holding a bowl._

_She clicks with authority while the Uuos around are stepping away.

They are eyeing each other, scratching their arms and necks, or closing in on the walls. They are giving Déjà Vu a wide berth. They are clearly afraid, much like Déjà Vu. But they do not fight as the Crone approaches, her attitude rogue and showing she’s in control.

“You thought you could have my people betray me?”_

“You… You snake! You… You’re terrorizing them! Don’t! Don’t approach me! You fiend!”

“Approach? But I won’t hurt you. I never raised a finger against you. You are our Keeng, I care for you.”

“You’re vile! You’re forcing them to do this! What… What did you do to them?”

“I did nothing… You did. And even if I must care for you. You are a criminal.”

“Cri… I am no criminal!”

_Déjà Vu’s shrill voice shakes the Uuos, though they’re looking away. Some are even leaving the cabin while the Crone watches them, clicking her tongue. Then, she points to the Male covered with fetishes as he approaches, holding the bowl.

He plants his spear in the reed floor before he kneels by Déjà Vu._

“No! No! NOT THE JELLY! NOT THE JELLY! NOT THE JELL-HGHFF!”

The sound is almost like a gargle or like someone shoved a finger inside Déjà Vu’s mouth. Then, the Uuo pours the contents of the bowl into its mouth.

The Bird gargles, shakes, trembles. His feet kick weakly while his hands are smacking around, even the Uuo’s face. However, the jelly is poured and-

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“Not… The Jelly. Not the Jelly. Not the Jelly.”

_Déjà Vu’s voice is repeating the same mantra, with an almost dull tone. His feet are still, and his arms are against his sides.

It is nighttime, but it is assumed he is sleeping on his back or only supine.

Either way, his voice repeats it while, outside, grunts are echoing. Grunts and groans occur before clicking._

_A Uuo enters the room, holding one typical bowl.

A male follows, one guard. They speak, their expressions tense. They look at one another, then at Déjà Vu, before the bowl holder shakes his head and approaches._

“Not the Jelly. Not the Jelly. Not the Jelly. Not the Jelly! Not the Jelly! Not! The! Jelly!”

_Déjà Vu’s voice hastens as he notices the bowl holder. His breathing is quicker, his arms trembling, though he doesn’t move.

The bowl holder kneels by him despite the voice turning absolutely hysterical and high-pitched, so loud even the Uuo winces.

But he grabs Déjà Vu’s beak and pours the jelly in, turning the cries into a series of gargles.

Then, the cry returns, as strong as before._

“NOT THE JELLY! NOT THE JELLY! NOT THE JELLY! NOT THE JELLY!”

The Bowl holder hastily stands up and-

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_The clicking seems to be a lullaby. Calm, soothing, with one Uuo stroking Déjà Vu’s belly.

The male is rubbing the skin and pouring oil while Déjà Vu remains supine, even in daylight, catatonic.

This time, there is no speaking or crying. No reaction, as the Uuo sometimes lifts Déjà Vu’s arms to rub oil on them or on the legs._

A guard is in the back, watching tensely while the singing Uuo continues to clean Déjà Vu, passing a hand on the Bird’s belly, circling on the feathers-

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_The quartet of Uuos groans.

They’re all male, though only one is covered with fetishes. The same that has been following the Crone.

He is clearly the one speaking and giving orders in that moment as he turns his head to his partners, clicking in their direction as if he’s admonishing them when they’re flagging down._

_At the center, Déjà Vu is still catatonic, though a faint moan comes from him as the quartet is frenetically masturbating. Their cocks, practically the size of Déjà Vu’s arms, are pointing toward each other.

A communal masturbation, with the Uuos masturbating their closest partners, one hand on a penis on either side._

_It looks almost ritualistic as they groan and huff, though the fetish-covered Uuo is ordering them, shouting at them so they keep that tempo. An increasing tempo as the Uuos’ legs tense, their bodies showing signs of weakness. They’re all eager to cum, everyone.

But they can’t. Not yet, not as they are waiting for something while their cocks are furiously stroked._

Then…

“Where-“

_Déjà Vu’s slurring voice echoes in the cabin. One that stops when the fetish-covered Uuo clicks and… He cums.

So are following the other though the cocks are quickly pointing down, pointing at something in particular. Right in Déjà Vu’s face, whose voice devolves into cries, into supplications, while the Uuos are cumming all over him, covering his face with their semen. At the same time, the chief is chuffed by the Bird’s hysterical shouts._

Then, the hysterical shouts grow worse when another group of Uuos enters, rushing to lift the Bird’s belly and legs.

“No more breeding! No more breeding! No more breeding!”

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_The Uuos are singing, their voices lower than before.

They do not even join hands on the occasion, as there is a stiffness in the way they act.

There is still the procession of bowl holders, but it is different, much like the presence of the fetish-covered Uuo and the Shaman.

Both are by the Bird’s head, though the Shaman is quick to turn to whoever is in charge of collecting an egg and to wave them off._

_Once more, Déjà Vu is laying eggs.

The same green-colored eggs with a squishy shell. Eggs that are still hard to push, as it takes more than twenty seconds between each egg.

And that, it is only thanks to the fingers that are now playing and pushing on Déjà Vu’s orifice, stretching the orifice and helping the mix of ooze and cum squirt out before another egg slips and rolls out.

Yet, even as the egg is done rolling, the fingers are back inside, fishing for more… Forcing Déjà Vu to lay some more despite the Bird’s gargles and groans._

_“Our numbers are improving, Déjà Vu. Thanks to our Keeng, we will have enough numbers to oppose those from the skies,” coos the Shaman, satisfied with herself.

As an answer, the Bird merely gargles, the voice faint in between the sound of suction and of fluids pouring out.

“You opposed us. But this is useless. We learned everything about your magic from your best minds. We will best them. And once we find a way to undo that curse, we will covet them, too.”_

_Nothing but a gargle.

However, the fetish-covered male chuckles and pokes at Déjà Vu’s belly with his spear. A chuckle that turns into a laugh with the Shaman and a few males around, though many are keeping quiet.

They’re watching the catatonic Déjà Vu, watching the faintest of twitches going through his fingers, but nothing more, while the eggs are still rolling and rolling, forcing the queue to go faster.

And each time, the Crone is more dismissive, not even glancing at the eggs, lest touching them._

_“You thought you were smarter, didn’t you? You thought you were above us, sky rat? Tsk… Tell me? Where is your power? Where is your magic now? Where is your army?”

The answer is not even audible, but it is something heavily slurred. Or perhaps, it is not even an answer but merely a sound Déjà Vu is trying to force out.

Either way, she chuckles and pokes at Déjà Vu’s face with her cane.

“Is that so? Tell me. You who’s so smart… How does your communicator work? Do you remember your imps? Your brush?”_

_Only a gargle, a wheezing sound compared to the squirting and flowing fluids. The sound that comes as Déjà Vu’s asshole opens again, wider than before, and a jet hits the nearest Uuo’s face before two eggs come out at the same time.

Meanwhile, the Bird’s soft ejaculation is nothing but a trickle compared to what is pouring out of his orifice.

“That’s true. You can’t remember. You can’t remember anything. That’s how it works best. Forget about your life outside, sky rat. You did not deserve your freedom. You wasted it. But now… Now we can care for you and your needs. Isn’t it?”_

_As the Shaman coos, she turns to the fetish-covered male. He huffs, chuckles, and then lifts a foot… Before pressing it against Déjà Vu’s belly.

Instantly, the Uuos around are screaming and shouting in fear. Some are jumping, grabbing the male covered with fetishes.

But the Crone shushes them, clicks at them, ordering them to stand down… Right before the male covered with fetish pushes down with his foot, squeezing Déjà Vu’s guts._

_The Bird cries and shouts suddenly. But this is nothing that stops the male from pushing more and for one egg to roll out. Then a second. A third. A fourth.

The more he pushes, the more eggs are going out, practically rolling. They would be breaking on the floor if not for the Uuos receiving them while the male laughs._

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There _are shouts and cries outside. No, above that, the sound of a missile spell crossing through the air and hitting something.

Similarly, there are explosions, the waterfalls almost silenced compared to the explosions, the raging cries, the fearful shouts._

_The light from outside has a red tint from the fires.

Then, more of that red light enters when the Crone pushes through the curtains, stomping forward. Gone are her cane and her frail looks as she glances at Déjà Vu.

A leather contraption had been attached to the ceiling to lift his belly, keeping up, and the same for his legs… Therefore, allowing the eggs to pass through, as confirmed by the small piles of eggs in the middle of the room._

_A pile the Crone ignores as she stomps closer by Déjà Vu.

“IS THAT YOUR DOING?!”_

“Hurt… Hurt so much. Think… What… Done?”

“You summoned them?! Those demons from the sky! You… You’re a demon!”

“Hurt… So-Sound. Outside…. Something?”

“_You invited them! You soiled our land!”

The Shaman shouts, giving a kick to Déjà Vu’s belly. But the sole result is the guts gurgle, and another egg comes out._

“Hurt… Much… More…”

“_I should have done more than this! I should have done more to hurt you! You sky rat!”

The Shaman shouts and stomps around, looking outside. She even gnaws at her fingers for a moment before she turns to Déjà Vu.

“I should have killed you the moment you arrived! You were a bad omen! Such a bad omen!”_

“Bad… Pain… Punished… Can’t… Think. Speak. Dick.”

“YOU MISERABLE FIEND!”

_The Shaman’s shrill voice resonates again as she turns not to Déjà Vu, but the eggs. She looks around before hastily kneeling by the eggs. She grabs them and stacks them inside the folds of her robes. She doesn’t follow the ceremony like the others; she’s filling her pockets with those eggs as she eyes the entrance, her expression more frantic.

The shouts and cries are closer, similar to the explosions and the crackling of a paralysis spell used to stun the savages.

“I… I’ll take my revenge! You… You didn’t outsmart me. I am the smartest! I’m the shaman! I’m… I’m better than you! Remember that! Déjà Vu!”_

_The Shaman shouts and roars, her robe heavier with the eggs. She’s only collected twenty, but that’s enough to drag and slow her down as she rushes toward the exit.

Leaving Déjà Vu silent and alone as he gargles, moans… And then… Chuckles.

A chuckle that turns into a laugh._

“You… Bad…. Pu-Punished. Fire… Saw fire. You… Bad… Bad omen. Bad Uuo.”

He laughs before his voice breaks into sobs; the boots stomp closer.

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