FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 1

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The now-merged Parasite is based off my crotch-hugger:

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1230931

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*** NOTE: This story contains some WEIRD stuff, please check tags *once again* to ensure you're okay with everything here. *** This story contains some new kinks - you've been warned :)

Skip to the ### if you just want story -- the following paragraph is about my journey over the last month ^^

Tag notes:

( No idea what "sex" to call James... since he's a cuntboy with a cocktail, so i'm tagging both cuntboy and herm, ^^ but more descriptively "cuntboy with cocktail" :)

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Oh boy! It's been a while and quite the journey over the last few months. Having met so many people and suddenly throw into a world of some semblance of social life, I got a little overwhelmed at first and needed to relearn how to have a schedule. A few days I ended up putting the ENTIRE day into RP sessions rather than working on thing I should be doing (IE: homework) or cutting into my sleep patterns to make up for lost time. That said, became a little burned out (Excessive RPs and suddenly PILES of homework, less sleep etc.) and took a step back for a bit (sorry to all those I make/made wait on RPs or any that I had to drop!)

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It seemed almost like a fantasy, finally reaching a planet that can naturally sustain life. James stared at the door exiting his room, hand resting on the knob. A few days have passed since Karen quarantined him to his room with no idea just how far it had gone. Yet here he was. His entire belly and groin replaced with paler alien anatomy. The perfumed room suffused in the scent of his body's altered, blue fluids. Looking to his overstuffed clothes hamper, thinking of the three eggs that lie within, eggs that he had grown and birthed. There was no going back to being normal, but he too paranoid of revealing the truth, too scared of his crew's reactions.

Twisting the handle with a click, evident the quarantine was over. James figured it would be better if he met with his crewmate outside the room, less risk then someone coming in to look at the unusual mess. There was no way he could explain away the aromatic scent from his alien's lusty escapades and the mysterious blue stains. Opening his door, he finally stepped out of the room and made his way towards the lobby. James thought back to the last time he was here when he fought against his parasitic-enhanced libido. He looked down at the robes covering his body, growing thankful that his swollen belly was longer a problem, and that his rebellious organs were behaving.

Approaching the lobby, he founds his the others; Zack's overly optimistic face brightened while Karen's looked curiously over his body, perhaps trying to notice anything unusual. Zack's loud voice resonating throughout the room, "Well, glad to see you aren't dead," He said half-chuckling. "It would have been a shame if you died before you got to experience the greatest achievement of mankind!"

James nodded in acknowledgement, "Sorry, I felt pretty awful the last couple days, doing much better now," he mentioned, trying to look optimistic.

Karen approached James, eyes looked up and down his robes, "Well, you look fine at least. Want me to take a look just to be sure that it's out of your system?"

His face reddens, fidgeting nervously, "N-no, I don't think that's necessary," he muttered, trying to keep Karen's curiosity at arm's length.

Karen frowned, clearly picking up that he's dodging the topic, "Okay, I'm just a little concerned, you don't plan on exploring the planet in robes do you?"

James froze as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation, his thickened tail prevented him from wearing any of his normal ones. He opened mouth to respond, Zack interjecting whatever poor excuse he was about to make, "Heeey, not a bad idea! It's like a vacation--- actually the weather appears to be pretty good, should be nice and comfortable, provided the wildlife don't pester us with anything" Zack rubbed at his chin as he starts muttering his excited ramblings to himself.

"Oh, actually, seeing some alien wildlife would be pretty awesome!" Karen notes with a little enthusiasm, soon lost in wanderlust for what new things await them outside.

James thought to own wildlife encounter, growing a little unsure if wildlife on this planet is actually too friendly. His thoughts drift to his alien tail, "Well, just to be on the safe side, what if we get attacked?"

"Don't worry too much," Zack begins, "We have some firearms to bring with us in case anything dangerous shows up, and no abducting any innocent creatures, we have no idea how the animals here evolved. The last things we need are someone getting poisoned or contracting some alien plague -- definitely not something we should experience firsthand." Zack's lecture was a bit out of character for him, but necessity and safety comes first.

Zack leaves to his quarters before swiftly returning with a pistol, "I only brought my own personal firearm, this was intended to be an exploration vessel after all. But just so you two know, I don't have much ammo, if we ever run into anything remotely dangerous or intimidating, we're just using this to scare it off, or buy time to retreat back to the ship."

Karen and James looked to their captain is an odd expression at his plan of personal safety, "Well we're not a military ship, what did you expect, a fully automatic?" Zack chuckled while he strapped the weapon to his belt. "Besides, nothing here is accustomed to humans, it'll probably scare the shit out of anything that shows up, should give us plenty of time to retreat if we need to... Well with all that serious stuff out of the way, let's get a little crazy and go explore!" he shouts heartedly as he finishes getting ready to go on his adventure. Karen more or less does the same, except bringing tools and containers for what James can only assume are for collecting specimens, clearly not dissuaded by Zack's warning.

James looked to the firearm now attached to Zack's hip, small caliber, but hopefully good enough. If the three of them stuck together, they probably won't have too much trouble. Unlike last time, if a parasite attaches to one of their groins, at least someone can help remove it this time; at least, that's what he hoped.

Everyone quickly got the last of their gear ready. All suited up, they moved into the airlock, "Well, ready to make history?" Zack asked excitedly, Karen's large, wondrous eyes eager to see what scene awaited them, but James smiled nervously, a little concerned what awaited them on the planet just outside. The small space enclosed, vents filtering air into the chamber to equalize with the outside, a few impatient moments passed before the sunlight poured in from the moving door.

The trio's eyes squinted at the bright light pouring in before widening at the landscape before them. The doors opened to the view of grassy fields, right near a tree line of a lightly forested area. The alien plant-life taking on vibrant yellows and reds reminded James of Earth's autumn. The plants appeared fundamentally similar, but the leaves taking on strange shapes, and some trees seemed more vine-like rather than covered in solid bark. A ramp extended down as they lower themselves to take the first soft steps on the alien world. James breathed deep of the lush air, scenting the new alien smells of this planet's nature. Though even in the vast open air, the scent of his musky room still lingered, a little curious that no one mentioned anything about the ship's new smell, quickly dismissing the thought as new exciting adventures await.

The crew took their first few steps in the alien grass, less like blades and more round and tubular. Zack leaped off in some random direction to do his excitement justice, eager to explore the new planet. Karen already collecting samples for her collection, plucking some of the unusual grass, eyes skimmed across the yellow ground, perhaps looking for any signs of small critters. James couldn't help himself but chuckle at the swelling feelings within him, sure he had a rough few nights but he was living the dreams of many others in exploring a new planet. His tail lightly swayed beneath his covers before wrapping it around his leg. Even though he was a victim to some sort of alien life, likely permanently altered forever, at least he got to experience these fulfilling moments. Even if they posed some risk to them, it was far beyond what he had ever expected him to see in his own life. James wanders off in his own direction, less interested in the plant life or enveloping himself purely in the accomplishment, but rather looking to see what other animals might exist.

James wandered towards the lightly forested area, eyes looking upwards to the illuminated treetops. His hand reached out towards the trunk of a large plant, looking over the surface he spotted some shifty small critters, some slimy, some bug-like as they worked to survive another day. They seemed to pay him no attention but thinking back to his first-hand experience and Zack's warning, he was content to merely watch.

He heard some rustling from beyond a tree, "Is that you Zack?" James called out, peeking around the edge of the tree, but rather a hog-sized creature with a thick sweeping tail and thick textured hide looking like a mix between scales and leather. It seems to mind its own business, looking to him before minding its own business before stuffing its mouth with some of the leafy plants. James noticed a lighter patch of its skin, right below its bloated belly and covering its crotch, it's fat tail looked a little different as well from the rest of its body, tipped with a familiar scale-like pattern. James couldn't help but think to his own crotch's friend, partially wondering if the creature before him suffered the same fate. He began to back away, while curious, he didn't want to think about what would happen if two of the sex-fueled parasites came to meet with one another, wanting to avoid testing his hypothesis with a beast. As he walked, he couldn't help but think of images of having another partner plunge into his delightful slit, or let his tail a tight, moist place.

He shook his head, dismissing the taboo thoughts couldn't help but notice he still picked up his own scent from the ship, finding it odd that he knew precisely the direction it was coming from, unmistakable from any of the other smells nearby. James began to piece it together, his crewmate's obliviousness to the strong aroma, his curious ability to discern his own... scent, the parasite changed more than just his reproductive functions, his thoughts drifting to his eggs before dismissing the reason of his altered receptors. "At least... only I can tell where they are," he whispered, cheeks flaring at his odd protective thoughts over the round orbs.

As he walked along the edge of the forest, another scent began to make its way into his awareness. Something deep and heavy, yet alluring, he looked around curiously, he didn't notice anything on the creature before, surely the others should pick this one up. James spotted Karen not too far from himself as she kidnapped some poor slimy things from the trees with her tools, placing them in small vented containers.

"Hey Karen, these are pretty peculiar critters," Trying to make some small talk. Karen is obviously too focused on her collection of alien species than initiating in small talk. "Hey um... I have a question" James notes, acting a little hesitant.

Karen finishes dropping a slimy thing in one of her containers before ensuring that the lock is sealed. "Ask away," Not waiting for his response as she already delved into looking for a new critter to kidnap.

"Have you smelt anything unusual lately?" James asked nervously.

"Smell? Well, we're on an alien world, about as unusual as it gets. Of course everything smells unusual."

"Err, no... I mean, I smell something kind of... heavy, it feels like it's lingering in my lungs almost." James elaborates. Karen looks to him with a face of growing concern.

She looked up to take a few samples of the air, "Nope, nothing like that, maybe you stepped on something. Try walking it off, maybe it'll get out of your system." She says dismissively, already wandered off in her own direction. James stood there there a bit shocked, surely she's just being ignorant... right?

James idly strolled through some trees, pondering at the implications of what has been happening. Is he just being paranoid? Why are these distinct smells so prominent in his mind? Why did another smell show up and why is it growing stronger? James stopped, looking around and realizing how far he walked from the ship. Looking behind himself, he could barely notice the grassy plains that they had landed. James looked above to try calming his thoughts at the warm-colored leaves, the nearby star illuminating in a dazzling dance. Maybe he's just being paranoid.

A loud snap broke James' attention, He looked around nervously, noticing something massive move behind some shrubbery. The deep scent grew stronger by the second, the mysterious prowling sending his heart into a panic, taking deeper breaths of the two distinct scents shoving themselves to the front of his mind. His body grew heavy, a part of his mind screamed at him to run from the hidden creature, but his muscles found themselves oddly relaxed and loose as he stared in the direction of the concealed critter.

James braced himself against a nearby tree, his mouth opening to call out, something -- anything to alert the others of the ominous creature still hidden from his view, but nothing escaped his throat. The large form shifted to reveal part of his body from around the trunk, a thick arthropod-like clan coming into his view, James unsure if the black exoskeleton of the massive creature spelt death, more of the creatures stepped out, insect-like form and the two sets of black orb set their sights upon him.

The massive carapace-covered creature reminded him something out of fantasy. The eight foot tall creature's head looked like it has a pointed muzzle made out of fleshy tentacles. The creature's upper body curved down to its main mass from which its four sets of chitinous limbs, two sets for mobility, two on the creature's upper chest-like area, the forward most possessing massive scythe-like claws and the inner set being much smaller. The heavy creatures thudded across the ground, approaching James as its long dual antennae sifted through the air as it closed their distance.

He looked in awe and fear, stumbling backwards, his leg catching on a thick root as his vision flies to the sky. His loose robe flipped up along his bare legs, the pale flesh along his belly and thighs on display. The approaching insectoid chitters. The vibrating sound seemed to resonate within his bones. James looked to the terrifying thing, as it was already standing just beyond his feet. The beak-like formation of tendrils began to spread like an octopus, a proboscis-like organ extending from the middle as it dripped a the source of that heavy aroma. James pulled himself back away from the imposing creature, unsure what the potential predator was about to do to him. The creature steadily followed him as he tried to distance himself, almost as if it was amused and enjoyed at watching his struggle.

The insectoid extended one of its massive claws down and pressed it right alongside his head, just above his shoulders, he froze as the sharp thing planted right along side his face, distracted long enough for its other claw to plant around the other side as the massive weapons easily planted themselves into the ground. James stared at its unblinking dark eyes, its tentacle-like maw lowering towards his face as he weakly brought an arm to shove at the creature's face, a few tentacles wrapped around his hand, stroking and coiling between his fingers as it continued to drop its form lower. The thicker, darker proboscis reaching around his only barrier as approached his face struggling as he was clueless at what was about to happen.

*Bang!*

Sparks fly across the creature's chitinous face, the gunshot and colliding bullet ringing his ears, The shot only grazing, some of the shattered off as it showed just how strong this beast's defenses were. The creature lets out a horrible screech-like chitter, it's claws pulling back as they freed James from his hold, the creature looks to the left as he tried to intimidate its assailants. James' gaze followed the angry expression of the enraged beast and saw Zack and Karen; he could faintly hear them shout vulgarities and threats as he looked to Karen's worried expression. Another few gunshots fire off as they only work to chip at the creature's exoskeleton. The large bug turned its attention back to James, the maw tendrils shift back into place, the two large claws slid behind him, wrapping around his form, the smaller two wrapping beneath his legs. Before he what was happening, the creature was already darting through the trees, away from his companions, he entrapped snuggly against the beast's chest.

James could hear the cries of his crew fading into the distance as his kidnapper darted through the forest with amazing speed. A cacophony of chitters and clicks crew, not just from the creature now holding his body, but also from all around. These were not solitary creatures - his heart pounding in his chest, his hopes draining as he feared for his life, guided right into a colony of these things. The cries of his crew slowly fade; James only hoped that they could escape.

The creature tightly hugged him against his hard chest plates, the scythe-like claws around his form didn't seem as sharp as they appeared, but strong enough to handle and carry his body his ease. Pressed up against its form, he had trouble seeing where the beast took him, but he could tell the area was getting dimmer. The thudding of claws turning more into hard clicks it walked upon hard rock, descending into whatever burrow these creatures called home. The den suffused in the scent he had grown familiar to, the lighter sweet scent similar to his new one, while the heavier one grew thicker. The significance of the perfumed cavern had him worried as the creature took him deeper. A small hope in the back of his mind noted that this fate is probably better than the alternative purpose, food.

James tried to shift around in the claws hold, growing a little braver around the large beast, curious it took him. He managed to get a better view of the dark cave. He found himself in awe as he looked about the cave, the luminous mix of azure and cyan colored plants lights covered the interior ceiling. The lights danced through the moss in rippling waves providing a mystifying in the otherwise bleak cavern. Looking lower, he spotted another odd plant, covering the ground in small hill-like structures, a couple nearby creatures hollowing out the tops and using them as nests. Within, one animal he had yet seen was covered in thick hide its dark green stocky frame and reptile-like body reminded him of something between a dog and a lizard. The curious animal has a lightened patch of hide between its legs with a scaled tip along the tail. Unlike with him, the shape looked natural on the creature, as if its own parasite, rather than growing a tail, merged and converted it instead. James looked to another nest-plant, glistening within were dark blue orbs, eggs, not unlike the ones he laid before. A few of them look freshly hatched, small insectoids wandered about as they explore their new world. James wondered if it was only coincidence, or if his own offspring were similar, a small part of him worried about their fate, what his crew might run into.

His felt the large claws lower his body onto the plush surface before pulling away, it was more like a firm moss, his body form fitting into the plush surface. This plant had a domed top, unlike the nest ones he saw earlier, his body and limbs coming to drape over the top. The insect pulled back as its black eyes looked over him, chittering. James looked up to meet his captor's gaze, half-thankful it had not yet killed him but nonetheless unnerved by the strange behavior. James noticed a glittering light at the center of the hard plate above its squishy maw, the chipped chitin sparkling with the blues light from above. The shimmering cave setting an odd tranquil ambience, James reached an arm out to greet the seemingly curious critter obviously not to predate him.

The gesture triggered something within the creature. The scythe-like claws reached over his arms, sliding his limbs towards the joint, the sharp tips sink into the plant like a knife through butter as it pinned him. The chitinous head came down towards his chest. His heart pounding at his senses, he feared for the worst. That tentacle beak spread out, as he felt a warm spray of fluid between his squeezed arms and torso. James flinched at the hit fluid, wide-eyed staring at what it was spreading over his skin. The thick white strings connecting the inside of his maw, with a touch of a tentacle it fell away like a ribbon.

The creature removed its sharp claws from the plant composing itself before watching him with what seemed to be interest. James' struggling arms quickly found that his upper body was bound with a sticky, tight coating, reminding him of spider-silk. Trying to free himself, he thrashes his legs at the creature, making a final effort at resistance against whatever the creature had planned. It quickly spread the scythes around each lower limb, quickly bounding each leg to the plushy plant-like mound. He tried squirming still but the latex coating held him firm, the only thing not bound was his fear-stricken face and his twitching tail below. The beast traced a claw between his legs as if studying the unnaturally pale groin. The insect's fore claw soon brushed along his squirming tail, tenderly caressing the shaking tentacle before it got its own helping of sticky silk as it fell and stuck to the plant.

Completely bound he could only watch the insect. The scarred alien crawled over his body. He couldn't help but gaze down the creature's smooth belly, seeing how those powerful legs connected with its underside before gazing upon a soft-looking underbelly, free from chitin behind its last set of limbs. The creature's body flowed seamlessly into the abdomen-like structure unlike many of Earth's own insects. James could almost swore he saw soft lumps within the soft abdomen of the creature, but the faint aqua-shimmering light of the den was far too dim to make sense of what was there. He wasn't sure if he should be scared or relieved at the thought of his captor being gravid. If this beast was a female, what was his purpose here? Maybe it's just curious, perhaps even... sentient?

The tip of its tail bent forward between its own legs. He struggled harder against his binds, not wanting to be a subject of whatever it was planning. The insect traveled over his form as watched a thick wet-looking tip extended from the end of the creature; clearly, he wasn't familiar with all alien gender. He half-expected the beast to impale his exposed slit, But the creature braced itself on the wall above, the tip coming directly over his face, the exposed genital was a vibrant purple, covered in a thick fluid that he identified as the source of the other scent that tugged at his senses..

He watched as the organ pulsated, thick rings visible beneath the surface clenching and swelling on themselves, the blue light revealing the bands of textures around the muscles. Its abdomen shifted and throbbed, so close to his own body he felt the heat radiate off the egg-chamber, his head tried backing away pressing into the firm moss beneath as he prepared for something obscene to come out of the tip. The creature remained in that pose for a moment, almost as if it was waiting for something. Its solid legs shifted, the abdomen swinging gently as the growing shaft lowered. He clenched his mouth nervously, holding his breath in fear as he watched the ringed organ squeeze on itself, a small dribble of fluid gathered at its point, the viscous fluid slowly fell towards his face, wetly pooling right above his lip at the base of his nose. Then suddenly it backed down, seemingly content with its brief violation, feeling a little relieved that's all that happened, he let go of his held breath, taking in another --- oh that scent.

His body flushed immediately with lustful heat as the powerful aphrodisiac assaulted his body. His body shivered as the sensations flowed down his body in pulses, but his groin acted like a magnet of the new unbearable lust. He tried tugging at his binds, moaning out, the silk tugging turned into an embrace of pleasure as he rubbed himself against the plant. His parasitic tunnels dilating, twitching in protest at it's vacancy, drooling its blue-tinged lubricant as an invitation for whoever had sight of him. Even his tail squirmed as the sudden lust, trying to slip the solidified glue but failing, the parasitic cock trying desperately to rock back and forth into the binds, attempting to find relief upon the soft surface. His parasite tried to get themselves off in order to dispel the agonizing lust plaguing his every breath. Senses fading, his eyesight blurred as the only thing pressing at his mind was the incredible sensitivity and heat radiating from his body. The only thing he knew was his cunt's desperate pleas for something, its poor companion tail unable to help as his softened belly clenched. His blurred vision looked at the black silhouette of the creature as it turned away to leave. He cried out at the beast's denial desperate to find a cure for what it had forced upon him. He watched with his hazy eyes as the dark form disappeared.

He pushed his tongue along his lips, trying to clear away that source of his dilemma -- big mistake. His upper lip felt just as sensitive as his parasitic slit, amplified by the insect's gift, the same substance that now coated his tingling tongue. He figured it couldn't get worse, so he continued. Tongue extending back around, brushing under his nose as he tried clearing it away, his moist breaths sending waves of growing lust from his oral cavity. His lower tunnels clenched, his sexualized tail twisted. The poor bound tentacle only able to simply brush against the moss. The limited movement was nowhere near enough to satiate the tendril, its efforts only fueling the desperation within James' mind.

He swallowed the pooling concentrate at the back of his throat, his entire mouth wound up coated. Need tugged at his mind, his nose and oral cavity had the worst of it. He couldn't stop himself from stroking his tongue along the walls of his mouth, brushing along his teeth as his eyes fell close, wanting nothing more than to pleasure himself, even in such an odd manner. It felt as though his mouth was growing in climax hoping that there would eventually be some sort of relief soon, even his throat twitched, feeling oddly empty. After several minutes of the lustful torment, tears pooled at his eyes, he didn't see any kind of light at the end of the tunnel to save him from the endless teasing feeling. He weakly cried out for someone to come save him from his pleasure-wracked mind. His body was not coming down from the invisible orgasmic edge that never existed. Opening his eyes, hoping the beast had returned, watching him, giving him something to beg to, even if it was a beast. He noticed the other creature in the den the dark green form lying in its own nest. He didn't' care it was an animal, it was something, he just wanted his body to stop burning with need. The lizard-like face eyes turning to him, watching his straining form, eyes meeting his own for just a moment. With a desperate plea, he called with his a needy moan, hoping it would understand, but it only turned away, leaving him utterly ignored by everything on this planet, nothing would save him. Trying a new strategy, he tried to keep himself still the throbbing heat in his chest, the tingling of the air passing though his delicate mouth, it couldn't work, and his parasitic anatomy didn't approve. He never had control over them back when it was simply foreplay, and they definitely wouldn't settle with him now, forwarding their unreasonable desires to his mind.

James lost track of time, unsure how many hours had past, the only think he could focus on was his new frustrated libido. His eyes looked to the outside, the light of the star already faded, but not a moment later, he saw the familiar shadow-light form and the sparkling scar on its forehead. His poor pounding hear lept in hope, at last it had returned, his body throbbed with need. However, after suffering for so long, his body grown more adaptable to the lust-hazed state, his pulsating genitals becoming a norm for him, yet one he could never truly ignore. He called out to the creature as it approached. He knew it was the same one as before, the scar would attest to that.

James knew what we should want, he should want to be free, but all he could think of was begging for relief, his mouth still flared with sensitivity, his genitals begged for attention. The chittering filled his senses as the familiar resonance surged through his body. He squirmed in his binds as the surreal sensation vibrated his bones, stimulating the sensitive, heated flesh. The beast's sharp claws sank into the plant beneath, its gaze staring directly into his eyes, the creature showing just how much dominance he had under his control, and James knew it.

Its maw opened, fleshy tentacles parted to reveal that thick central organ from before. James' lust-addled mind filled with perverse thoughts, his throbbing body shifting his mental priorities of freedom into one of submission.

How they would feel?

His face was flushed red as the creature lowered towards his face, the tentacles curling along his cheek. The cool, slimy touch seemed to push away the inferno in his body. His jaw was soon caressed by fleshy tendrils, others soon wrapping around either side of his face. A couple trailed down his neck, while others along the inside bridge of his eyes. He wasn't sure what to think of this alien kiss, but he panted as the cool, soothing sensation spread over his mind, the beast pushing away his heat. He had felt something brush at his lip, shuddering from the blissful touch of the center stalk. He opened his mouth without a second though, moaning as the proboscis pushed through his willing lips. His own tongue sliding beneath the invading tendril, slick, smooth, and tasting unusually sweet, his fading dignity struggling to take back hold as every action the beast did only brought him more pleasure. The shaft pushing down along his tongue had his eyes rolling back, it felt almost as good as sex, and it tasted divine. Part of him wondered why he was so complaint in the taboo act, this was an alien, an insect, an inhuman creature - and he was about to let it satiate his pleasure-fueled desires. His face blushed, pushing away his thoughts of social norms - he had no reason for those anymore, not beneath this beast. The last of his mind fought within, the inner voice stilled as the tasty tentacle pushed itself deeper, teasing itself just beyond the curve of his tongue, his throat tickling from the otherworldly touch. His pleasure continued to soar to impossible heights, his face pressed into the tentacle's grasp, just as the ringed organ slid further down his throat, the creature oddly comforting chittering stilling his rebellious mind.

His tongue wrapped around the length, embracing the cooling fluids along its tongue, not only quelling the fire wrecking his body, but the cooling felt oddly more intimate. Fire is insatiable, but this soothing touch brought promise. He sucked eagerly upon the alien muscle, feeling a faint rumble within from around his lips. He wasn't sure when his arms were free, the finely cut silk hanging off, his arms wrapped around the chitinous neck as he fell into the intimate deep-throat. His eyes parted open as he looked above into the beast's calm gaze, seemingly enjoying this as much as he was. His tongue pressed the flat of itself into the long tube, softly panting around the divine appendage ripple its ringed muscles along his hypersensitive maw. Feeling something with thicken the tongue's shaft, he blinked in surprise, the internal load surging down as it plunged deeper into the curve of his throat.

His back arced, unable to let out even a moan around his block airway, feeling the muscles stimulate and force themselves down his erogenous throat. He eagerly attempted to make gulping motion around the squishy invader, shuddering as his throat compacted and squeezed against the textured shaft--but it wouldn't stop here, his body soon flooded with blissful pleasure, orgasming from the deep-throat, something he knew shouldn't be possible but he didn't care as he quivered around the offloading tendril. He felt his stomach bulged around the generous load, his lungs started to burn just before the beast pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath. He felt so full of that thick syrup, he tried to cough up some of the bulging fluid he felt filled almost to the point of bursting, even his tummy lightly distended from the abundant meal. He idly swirled that sweet fluid around the tentacle as it pulled out. The other squishy appendages pulled from his face, the creature rubbing his thick feeder tentacle clean before shifting them back to that beak-like formation.

Some of that burning lust was sated, although his loins still cried out in envy. Without a though, he moved a hand down to sink themselves in those wonderful tunnels, trying to shift his legs closed but found they were still encased in silk. A claw slid within his hands, whimpering as the creature forced his hands away. He knew he couldn't resist its whims, but he found himself growing excited as he watched that delightful beak descend lower. The tentacles brushed along the swollen slit he tried press his hips up to meet that cool touch, eager for yet another part of his body to feel relief. A familiar spraying sound met his ears, the warm liquid flowing over his puffy folds. James let out whimpered moan of protest, looking down at what it had done. The white rubbery fluids clung around his crotch, quickly drying over his sealed folds. He twisted his arm around his claw, the insect permitting as he tried pressing into his slit only to meet stretchy, tight latex-like glue as he failed to press in. Desperately, he tried scraping the silky away -- anything to stop himself from being denied like this, he had already suffered that fate long enough. The beast took a step back seemingly to enjoy James plight against his silk handiwork. His slit protested along with his hands, the covering blocking much of the fine touch of his hands the muted sensation only working him up, but his slit wanted something to squeeze on, it wasn't getting relief now, and have James had to suffer it's misfortune with pangs of greed. James arced his back into the soft plant beneath. He looked up at his new alien companion; his cheeks blushing as the beast merely stared back. Its massive claw dragged as he felt his tail pull free him his binds.

He felt a solid thump of pleasure across his covered slit. He looked down, the scaly tail drooling and plucking at the silk its flexing scales. It scraped the surface insistently with its dull scales, clearly not intended for anything but knotting whatever soft hole it put itself. His lower body flared with lust, the tentacle's insistence plucked it sensitive scales, sending bursts of pleasure. He brought his hands to grab the insatiable appendage, sympathizing with the poor squirming coils as he worked his hands across the throbbing surface. It poured its slimy pre over his hands, nuzzling into a palm while wrapping its length around the other. The oppressing lust fogged his minds while he attempted to bring himself ever nearer to that peak of bliss. He guided the pseudo-cock further up his chest, his mouth gaping open eager to find release no matter what it took.

The beast noticing his intent, stepped forward. The broad claws slid between his own before pushing his hands away from the desperate tail. Too overwhelmed with the chemical pleasure, it failed to find an alternative path, flexing itself upon his smooth belly. It worked its way around, seemingly already forgotten it couldn't enter his aching folds as it tried to press in again, the cocooned entrance holding firm. His slit cried out in bliss from the pressure, the prodding and tugging of his scales, shuddering as he was giving a tease of a small orgasm before cutting it off all too soon. The parasite wasn't going got give him real relief, not without the promise of eggs. Unless he stuffed his belly with something, he wasn't coming down from that need off pure stimulation.

The claws guided his arms above his head. He had half expected to feel the sticky web at any moment. His dazed eyes came to see the faint glimmers of blue in the dark, the beast's body blocking out what little of the cavern he could see. He blinked a few times, curious why it was so close, the hard plates brushing over his belly, chitinous, and hard, lightly flexing as the body beneath began to curl. His legs felt the soft swollen flesh between his legs. He laid there for a moment, the motions against his crotch as the tail refused to rest. The beast pushed itself into his arms as its claws moved around him. He looked into the dark, purple-hued eyes, the tendril-beak squirming against itself as it came closer. He wrapped around the neck of the beast his cheeks brushing along the slick tentacles, the beast falling into its own sort of tender affection as his entire body came to embrace the warm, chitinous body. The claws giving a light hug, on oddly caring gesture from something James never would have though possessed a sense of intimacy.

Soft chittering, the alien raised itself, the pressure on his belly lifting. He looked up curiously, the purple eyes staring down back at him. A brush along his legs pulled his attention. The thick tail bending in on itself as the thick eggs shifted and bulged within. The tip of the dark form trailed slime along thigh, the tip of its flesh splitting open to reveal a lewd, fleshy canal. Light blue flesh lining the insides to contrast with its dark exoskeleton. The creature's revealed tunnels dripped onto the plant below him, his tail froze its insistent grinding, the tip turned to look at the awaiting hole, the tendril madly sensitive from earlier. The spicy scent soon hit him, the need starting coming over him once again as his body flushes with arousal, excitement, and a part of him still ashamed that this was about to happen. Had he any hope of a normal life still he might have resisted, but that promise of pleasure was difficult to push aside, not when his old life would be impossible to return.

The tail slid through the air, its scales flexing with excitement, the tip meeting the soft flesh of the fleshy underside of the beast's tail, burst of heat meeting his tip, not quite at its mark. The alien's tail tip pressed its wet tip into the middle of his tail, pinning it between the slimy tip and his silk-coated folds. His scaly appendage shivering with excitement, pulling back to escape the sandwiched position, James let out a shuddering gasp, textured tail, ground against his hypersensitive slit, even though the chastity-silk binds the vibrations teased the poor feminine hole. The combined forces left him panting into the alien's shared breath. The insect's end pulled away from his hip as the parasitic tentacle approached. The scaled point coming to meet with the slimy entrance, lightly gaping as the internal muscles clenched in anticipation. The eager tendril eagerly accepted -- surging forth as the thick abdomen arced down to meet its thrust. His mind blanked out with muted screams, the sudden overwhelming bliss flooding his mind. The swollen length gripped his entire tail at the entrance slid further down, pressing into his taint, dripping wetly at the base of his spine.

The tunnels rippled down his parasitic shaft, his arms clenching around the hard neck as he whimpered. A cheek pressed into the side of the creature, squeezing his eyes shut as his heart pounded his ears. The slick abdomen was almost form fitting between his legs, his thighs lightly squeezing into around the tip as it covered his legs with the warm slime that began secreting from beneath the creature. Within, the tunnels milked his shaft, sending ripples of contraction from the base all the way to his tip. The scales flaring as it quickly approached the floodgates of his bliss, his eyes widening in surprised as he felt fine cilia slide themselves beneath his tail's plates, teasing the new-found erogenous flesh. The encompassing flesh squeezed the scales back down in reflex, the cilia pressing and squirming delightfully from both sides somehow triggered a deeper sense of satisfaction in the alien mating. His back exploded in bliss, the blue seed swelled down his shaft. The scaled flesh expanding to knot itself deep within the insect's birthing tunnels as the cilia coiled around several plates. James squeezed his eyes, his alien muscles clenching down as the warm, thick fluid surged down his tail, the combined seal on scale and tendrils ensuring that every drop of seed was plunged into the deepest chambers of the insect. He panted beneath the sizable beast, sending pulse after wet pulse down his length. His eyes squeezed shut, holding the beast's neck close eventually finding himself coming down the drawn out high.

The beast chittered and clicked in his arms, soft clicks vibrating through his body as they laid in the embrace for several minutes, soft throbs of pleasure soothing his mind, most of the induced heat fading away. Eventually he came to his senses, his tail clearly more productive, earlier he could easily tell he pumped way more into the bug than he had ever done to himself. Looking down to his tail, the length still disappeared deep into the creature, watching the abdomen pulsate with activity. He tried tugging his tail out to see if it had cooled off, but instead gasped in a fit of pleasure as the tendrils has still entangled his scales, locked open and pressed against its inner barrier. The beast's greedily taking every drop that he had stored and still producing. James' failed attempt to retreat roused the beast, only now recovering showing just how much pleasure it also must have experienced, standing its wobbling legs, the tail still locked deep within the creature. He looked down at their connection wondering when he would be free; rather, he came across the sight of its cock-like shaft, extending out from a hidden crevice adjacent to its slit.

The soft flesh of the beast's tail growing more transparent, massive orbs easily notable within, each evidently soft-shelled, dark squirming tendrils pressing within each showing just how malleable its eggs were. The most worrying though, however, was the progressively thicker shaft still extending, the dark azure length lined up perfectly with his own bound passage. The abdomen arced forward the slimy tip brushing into the silk-like binds. The secretion melted through the coverings, James tried to back away as he fell into a cold sweat, slowly realizing what this creature intended to put into him. His tail remained firmly rooted within the beast ensured that there was no running.

The tendril pressed into his into his heat-plagued tunnels, even exhausted from the earlier release, he still had enough energy to squirm. The untouched flesh forced itself upon his own mind as it made its desires known - it wanted its turn. Split between the confusion, panic, and perhaps a hidden part of lust. His free hands darted down to his crotch to wrap themselves around the tapered length, squeezing on the hot thick shaft impaling him as experienced sex as the other gender. The thick shaft spread him much wider than his tail could ever hope to, his betraying tunnels milked around the blissful invader, guiding it down towards his inner chambers. The impaled shaft bent within his tunnels, him almost to his core, his belly stretching the flexing member, his altered anatomy showing James just how much it can accommodate - and his skin didn't even feel tight, but the sensation of stretching was as good as his tail's fucking, but more intense. The throbbing bliss screamed at him, his body thrusted up into the wet base of its exposed vent, betraying whatever sense of normalcy that he still feebly clung. The shaft thrusted firmly, the tip coiled on itself as it pressed against some sort of internal wall as he winced his eyes, it wasn't painful exactly, but it felt strange. An exploring hand backed away from the blue shaft, coming to press into his belly, and how that cock stretched his insides. The accumulated fluids pooled just outside his slit, the groping hand coating itself in its attempts to caress and feel the thick cock plunging into his stretched hole. His fingers began to tingle; he pulled it away to look at the sapphire slime. It warmed his skin, rubbing some fingers upon themselves, he shivered at the heightened sense of pleasure, reminding him of concentrated aphrodisiac that he inhaled and consumed earlier. At his sudden realization, he looked back to his impaled hole, the shaft working the thick layers of its gift deeper into his body. His epiphany came too late, insect chittered above as he felt the coiling length swell with the thick fluid, a hand rushing to squeeze around the soft runnels to try tapering off the tainted load just as he felt the wetness exploded into his belly. The pressure didn't stop, his attempts to deny the creature useless, the virile load flooding his inner chamber, he closed his eyes as he already felt the familiar tingling. His tunnels clenching like a seal around its guest accepting every devious drop it offered. The induced heat, the feel of that stretching cock, it at last sent him over the edge, his body rocked in yet another orgasm as he clenched his fisted hands, moaning into the sound of his own echoes.

Like his own shaft, the orgasm dragged on, he tried riding out the bliss for several moments. Slowly, he came down from the peak is his mind-rocking orgasm, the throbbing message in his loins asked for more, realizing it didn't feel satisfied, it was only a phantom orgasm. He whimpered, feeling as close to coming over the edge he did moments before, grinding his slit around the drizzling length. He muttered curse between panted breath, suspecting the beast's cum to prevent him from being properly satiated - he wanted relief, he wanted the pangs of desire to still, he wanted to think about something normal, about how he was going to escape. However, his tail and slit, they both drowned out those thoughts, the growing heat within wasn't going to give him a chance.

The beast's tail rumbled, James eyes bringing his attention from out of his hazed mind. The orbs within shifted, James suspecting it's up to no good, hoping the tendrils within had set him free, yet they firmly held his very scales in place. Shocks of pleasure raddled through his mind. A large object made itself known at his slit's base. He could see the egg within the translucent surface. The abdomen clenching down on itself to shift the orb lower, thinking that it was an odd place to lay an egg, even so right after mating. Although, at the sight of the expanding shaft, his eyes widen, whimpering with doubt as the half-foot wide egg pushed itself firmly into the thick shaft. He tried feebly pulling away once again; his bound legs and impaled tail still firmly tied to the creature. The cock within expanding his entrance as he cried out yet more waves of building pleasure. The altered flesh reluctantly stretched over, but nonetheless making progress, the journey had him squirming, panting heatedly as he pleasure was brought up to new heights - his tail couldn't compare. The beast's cilia-lined canals gripped his poor stimulated tail firmly, tugging him deeper, dragging his hips further onto the tail as the ovipositor thrust more firmly into his poor stretched tunnels, His hazy eyes watching his body stretch around the object. Such a massive object undoubtedly would have broken his old body - any human would have, saved only by the very parasite that put him in this situation.

The beast's head brought its tendrils and the carapace of its neck to rest down upon his shoulder, pinning him firmly into the plant, the powerful tail surged further into his crotch, his wet flesh smacking into his drenched loins. The agonizing bliss hammered at his mind, the tunnels stretching wide, he finally felt his skin stretch to its limit, small winces of pain soon drowned by pleasure as he took the girth of the egg. His took in a sharp breath, his eyes disbelieving the sight of his belly, watching as the beast pushed its cock that last inch of the way. His vision fading just as his tunnels finally got a grasp on the ovoid, his muscles began to close around the large mass, the nerves feeding him every detail of the stretched cock and delighted gift. His cries of bliss filled the den, the shaft shifting within itself - James eyes widened, that's not right, this wasn't a normal egg. The egg descended towards his belly, the occupant within squirmed insistently against its soft shell. Approaching the exit of the insect's shaft, less and less flesh separated the unborn offspring's activity with his aphrodisiac-laced belly. His parasites throbbed with glee as they happily guided the egg deeper, squeezing on the squirming tentacles within.

Eventually it came to his inner barrier, the tip of the egg pressing at his chamber. He squirmed beneath the chittering insect as his womb happily dilated to accept its new passenger. The massive bug shoved its egg it towards his awaiting chamber, tugging on his tail's tip to ensure his acceptance. The squirming mass pressed into the entrance of his barrier, the relaxed flesh tentatively accommodating the thick mass. James squirmed beneath, his last barrier easily defeated, the heavy mass plopping into his vacant womb. A shaky hand came down to press at his belly, his tunnels milking the shaft, the impossible pleasure failed to send his parasitic tunnels over the edge. Even now, the churning coils within the soft egg stimulated his slime-laced womb. Still pent up, he ground against his shaft, pushing away shame, embarrassment, and fear, all in desperation to tip over the edge. The squirming egg kept his belly constantly on edge, thrusting his hips back into the alien ovipositor. He begged at the created, his womb pressed from within by the insistent creature. James looked up into the dark purple eyes, begging for relief. The strange secretions kept him from climaxing but the edge felt ever just outside of reach. He felt the shaft pull away, panicking his arms tugged as a parting claw, desperate to keep his only opportunity of relief. His tunnels soon were left loosely gaped from the impressive alien package. his hold abandoning the claws as they plunged themselves into his slime-coated passage. His fingers trying to satisfy his stretched tunnels, but in the wake of the alien monstrous gift, his hands were more comparable to feathers for the sake of finding relief, it was only teased him further. His tail entirely spent, its own orgasm long-reached, the tendrils released their grip on his knot-scales, freeing his tail as the scales slicked down along its form, easily sliding out of the large canals as the beast pulled away. The limp appendage fell to the floor, in no condition for a round two. James' glossy eyes begged to the alien that put him in this bind, whimpering as it further pulled away. The insect's eyes looked down to his pleading expression, the tendril-maw lowering towards his groin, the claws coming up to pull his hands away. His cries quiet, softly moaning beneath as he started as the twisting tentacles, egging it on only to see a spray of white descend over his lap. He let out a distressed plea, the beast going beyond just refusing to help, but abolishing any of his own means to do it himself. His hands tried to peel it away, knowing only the bug could dispel those binds. His shifting belly stimulated his from within, it just wouldn't settle, his erogenous womb adding yet another source of lustful desires. He rubbed at his taught flesh, he tried anyways, wanted to get off. The feel of the soft, stretched belly, the tendrils pressing back against his palms left him panting. His infested body gleefully finding such a prospect attractive, nice and swollen with squirming alien life, but he just couldn't bring himself to orgasm. His womb constantly fed into his lust-burdened mind, keeping him nice and pent up. He only hoped that, like his eggs, this was a quick pregnancy. Maybe then, the beast could fill him again -- give him another chance at release.

The beast turned to leave the caverns, James coiling around his twisting belly. He lifted his quivering head, calling out one last plea before his only opportunity of relief, taken beyond the scope of his new home. He was left in the shimmering lights of the cave, alone - almost alone, the squirming tentacles within had him writhing into his new nest. Trapped, left as a quivering brood mother for his new alien mate, and a company to the other denizens within the caverns.