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A Noble Deed

Story by Rix Solstice / Solsticefennec

It felt strange, really, to be in a transport pod, naked, a caracal in a white lab coat in front of me standing holding a data pad in front of her. Golden eyes looked back at me with a very intent expression as she spoke. "Recording has begun, Marek. Do you hereby consent to the transport to the surface of Ephemere IV, into the breeding chamber of the lyrken beetle, knowing that you will not be able to leave? If so, please read what's on this data pad"

I shivered at the almost monotone, clinical way in which the caracal was indicating I would damn myself. I took the pad from her and looked at the words written on it. In moments, if I replied in the affirmative, I would be transported into a breeding chamber for the lyrken beetle, a breed of beetle-like insects native to the planet that used mammals as incubators for their larvae. Unlike other creatures, like vex spiders, whose offspring consumed their hosts, the lyrken larvae were 'birthed' from the bowels and wombs of their hosts. Sealed in sticky and slimy resin, the breeders were repeatedly used over and over, with no rest. As soon as one wriggling host was born, they would be impregnated again. Biological changes wrought from the process made the hosts unable to survive outside the nest, and they were trapped in a state of unending arousal, their bodies making hormones and chemicals that the larvae feeding inside would be sustained on. Worse, the changes extended the lifespan of the host by a factor of as much as ten. Tests on an incubator once revealed that they were over two hundred years old, and that almost every organ had re-purposed to produce hormones and chemicals that the larvae needed. At that point, their limbs had completely atrophied and their abdomen had distended to obscene size.

My tail twitched and I spoke with a little croak. "I... need just a moment." I shifted from one foot to the other, trying not to think of just how much the idea excited me. I had no illusions that I would regret it if I transported into the breeding chamber, but all the same I had sought this out. I wonder what the caracal thought of what she saw. There I was, a young snow leopard, preparing to be damned to a fate most would consider hell, and I was hard as a rock, a bead of glistening pre-cum at the tip of my shaft.

"Very well. Recording will continue. Take what time you need," She said in that same near-monotone she'd used before. I licked my dry lips, and reflected on what had brought me here.

I had always found the biological processes of alien creatures fascinating. How they worked, how they bred, social structures, everything. I had even been planning on entering a xenobiology program at school. A year ago, I had found that my fascination was more than just clinical. I was reading up on the breeding process of the Kresh, an intelligent insectoid race, and found myself inexplicably aroused. I focused on the propagation of dozens of creatures. One that had stuck in my mind were the lyrken 'beetles' of Ephemere IV.

I had grown so obsessed that I would masturbate to the thought of being captured and bred, even though it would be a permanent commitment. I approached a researcher studying them and the way the breeding process caused physical change. The old rat believed that if he could unlock the way the beetles changed their hosts, it could result in revolutionary changes in medical technology. Animal testing only went so far though, it needed an anthro to fully determine how it affected us. And so I'd volunteered... I convinced him that I could do it. He knew full well that my interest was sexual, but someone willing to subject themselves to that, connected to a neural recorder, was something too good to pass up.

There would be no going back from transporting to the breeding chamber. I would never leave. My mind would probably break at some point, and I'd just be a fleshy shell. "I, Marek Velan, of sound mind and body, consent to this transport, for the purposes of medical research, understanding fully the process which I will endure." And there, it was done. The caracal took the data pad from me and offered the first smile she'd given.

"Thank you for your gift, Marek. When you... regret this, just remember what you may have done for millions of people with genetic diseases..." she said, and nodded to her colleague, who tapped a few buttons on his terminal... and the world faded away.

The first thing I was aware of was the heat; the beetles' nest had to be a good thirty degrees Celsius, much warmer than I was used to. The next was a strange bio-luminescence that let me see everything around me. I was in a small chamber coated in greyish green resin. The beetles had constructed this chamber the same way they'd made the entire nest. The walls were smooth and featureless. The old rat had spent days trying to find a chamber left unused to drop me into.

I peered out of the chamber, and had my first in-person sight of the lyrken beetles. Each was about the size of a bobcat, and were covered in purple-black chitin, and looked like a large version of what was called a paper beetle back in the Sol system. Antennae twitched and swivelled as they worked. I could see other breeding chambers, and I had to stifle the moan that came from me at the sight of various furless mammals coated in the same resin that comprised the rest of the nest. I could see the belly of one of them literally squirming, swollen to four or five times it even_should_ be able to swell. That one was a female, I could tell, because its puffy vulva were completely bared to the hot air. I heard a howl of pain from the chamber next to me. As far as I knew, I was the only sentient here...

I had a few moments to observe the beetles before one finally noticed me just standing there. And when one noticed... a lot more did. Almost in unison they turned to face me, and I felt a knot of fear form in my belly. I was helpless here, with no way to call for help or back out. They seemed surprised or confused that there was an unrestrained breeder in one of the pods.

I touched my cock and cried out; it was sensitive to the point that it could put me over the edge just by touching it. I knew then my mistake; the sound attracted even more, and soon they were advancing on me. The lyrken beetles would attack and kill anyone who entered their nest, unless they were in a breeding chamber. With me where I was, I knew they would have only one purpose in mind for me.

Two of them took flight with startling swiftness and flew at me. With two heavy thuds, they slammed into my chest, knocking the wind out of me and making me fall back against the wall. I gasped, lungs burning as I tried to catch my breath, and within seconds there were as many as a dozen of the beetles swarming over me. Despite knowing they had no intention of harming me, instinct told me to fight, but spindly legs held tight onto me, weighing me down.

I felt hot wetness on my back as I struggled, and then I was stuck fast. At some point one of the beetles had spat some of the unfinished resin on the wall behind me. As it solidified, I felt it sticking to fur and skin beneath, holding me fast. I tried to relax, knowing that if I fought too much they'd only get more insistent. The next parts to be fastened to the wall were my arms. Globs of a that foul-smelling resin were spat on the wall and all over my arms. The beetles, impervious to their own glue, plastered my arms to the wall haphazardly where they could. One was over my head, the other was stuck at my side.

Globs of resin hit my chest next, and soon I could feel them moulding that slimy glue to frame my chest. It was more pliable than I thought, letting me breathe, sure, but not letting me do much else. I watched with fascinated horror as my arms were fully coated in the stuff, leaving only small patches and my hands uncovered. The swarm had begun to thin a little, only six beetles now holding me. Mandibles and legs almost gingerly took my legs and hips and lifted them up and pushed them against the goop, leaving them spread wide, to the point of discomfort. They were spread open wider than I could have gone myself, and already they had begun to ache. My tail was plastered in more of the resin, and I felt a little mound being built just under the small of my back. Every second I was growing more and more immobile... and despite the discomfort, despite the fear and the knowledge that the horror of what was happening hadn't even begun, I was still painfully hard.

Two beetles skittered up the wall of my prison, stopping on either side of my head. Globs of goo were spat at me then, and soon their surprisingly agile feet and mandibles were moulding the goo, pressing it against my face, ensuring I couldn't move my head too much.

The process took all of a few minutes, but it felt so much longer. I knew why my belly and my rump were left bare to the air. The thought of what was to come next make my cock ache even more. From the position the beetles had left me, I could see the outside of the chamber, my vision locked in one direction.

I felt a knot form in my belly when I saw her. The queen, for lack of a better term. She had to be the size of a tiger. She was covered in green and blue chitin, and her lower abdomen was swollen and almost translucent. As she approached the breeding chamber, I saw a slit dripping with yellowish ichor near the bottom of that abdomen. I shuddered; this was really happening. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a fantasy. I was helpless in a nest of lyrken beetles, and I was about to be bred.

The queen lumbered closer, and I felt a strange wonder atop of my lingering dread and arousal. That chitin that covered her body was covered in a myriad of scintillating patterns. There was beauty in her, I could tell, though others would likely only see a massive, tiger sized beetle. She moved closer and closer, and reared up in front of me. Two large legs came to rest beside me, and she lifted large mandibles up to my face. I let out a whimper, instinctive fear swelling in me. Her mandibles closed down on my cheeks, and her two forelegs pressed on my neck, starting to strangle me.

I gagged and gasped for air, and immediately a fleshy tube shot into my mouth, pressing down and forcing its way down into my throat. I choked and tried to gag, but the slick, foul-tasting appendage didn't stop, even when I tried to bite down. I felt a squirming in my belly; the tip of that strange tongue-like appendage was in my stomach!

The tube swelled, and I felt my throat bulge as a mass of something was delivered right into my stomach, and then another, and another. One after another, until I felt my stomach aching with being so full. Even as it finally pulled back, when my eyes were starting to dim from the lack of air, I felt a mass left in my esophagus, and another one was deposited on my tongue. I sputtered and spat, gasping and choking. The taste was sweet and foul, sour and spicy, utterly alien in every way. In time, I would come to love that intimate feeding, but for the time being, my stomach was roiling and recoiling at being fed in such an invasive way.

Within those masses were the very chemicals and biological agents that would start to change me. As they were digested, they released hormones into my body. The queen rested there as it started to take hold. If I could tell time, it was almost half an hour I was left there before I started to feel heavy, listless. I was fully aware of what was happening, but everything felt so hot. My body was trying to fight was was being done, and I wanted to be sick. Even as my immune system fought unsuccessfully against what was being done, I felt my cock start to throb with need. If I'd been horny before, I became almost insensate with desire. It was like I'd been fed a pure diet of aphrodisiacs, and I suppose I had.

My belly began to ache even more, and I groaned as my body started to reject everything that wasn't the globs that the queen had delivered into my gut. My body was realigning its chemistry in a rapid and almost nauseating fashion. Surprisingly, nothing came out, and I realized my body had absorbed it all in preparation for the breeding. My bowel wasn't for anything but breeding now. My cock spurted all of a suddenly, and I groaned... there was no sense of release, no orgasm at all.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt what was my first moment of regret. I was to be denied any release at all from the arousal...

Finally, the ordeal of the strange feeding was over. There was no rest, however, as I heard an almost sickening slurp. The queen reared back, and I was given an unimpeded view of her ovipostor pushing free from that ichorous slit. Dripping with slime, it had strange whiplike hairs on the end. It twitched and pulsed in the air, a good inch and a half wide at the tip, and two full inches along the length. It squirmed and wiggled in the air, and soon descended down toward my rump.

Yellow ichor smeared all over my thighs, spilling in almost copious quantities. I groaned; I wanted to be bred, I wanted that ovipostor inside me, and I knew deep inside that it wasn't just the changes being wrought inside me that wanted that. "Come on," I slurred, "Fill me, finish it..."

The questing ovipostor slid down my thigh, and finally I felt it as it found the loosening pucker of my tailhole. I could almost imagine a triumphant chitter coming from the queen as that prehensile appendage pushed itself home, spreading my tailring wide. It hurt, of course it did, but the lubrication of that ichor made it less unpleasant. Inch after inch started to push into me inexorably, and I groaned as I felt it probe deeper than anything I'd ever felt inside me.

That slick length just kept pressing into me, making my tailring ache, and I felt every single inch of it as it navigated deeper and deeper. Fully a meter and a half of ovipostor was in me when it finally stopped, impeded by the end of that larger bowel. I felt that length shudder all of a sudden, and with wide eyes I saw the base of the ovipostor swell, adding another inch to the thickness of the translucent organ. I saw the wriggling larva in its egg through the thin membrane of flesh, descending with regular contractions. And then there was another behind it, and then another.

I couldn't help but whimper when the first of those larva-eggs passed out of my sight, and I felt rather than saw it pressing against the tight ring of muscle, already stretched past what was comfortable. When finally it breached into me, I felt a spasm of pain that made me scream as I was stretched more than I had ever been able to take. When the next one came, the pain was less, but not by much. I could feel my bowel stretching too, and suspected that without the previous changes to my body, it might have ruptured something.

By the fifth egg, I just felt a dull throbbing ache in my tailring... and groaned as each one of those eggs pressed against my prostate with each egg, stroking and massaging it. My cock spurted with each one, drooling with thick seed. Each pulse was completely lacking the usual orgasmic bliss though, and I was left achingly needful.

Everything felt so hot, so cloying, and I knew my body temperature was rising, all of it meant to keep the larvae comfortable. When finally the first of the eggs reached the tip of the ovipostor, over a dozen had pushed into me. As soon as the egg came in contact with flesh that was not the ovipostor, the larva within began to squirm and wiggle, trying to break free of the thin, fleshy 'shell'. The ovipostor pulled out only enough to give the next egg enough room. The process continued, and I could see my taut belly bulging with the ovipostor and eggs. The process continued until I felt only the tip of the ovipostor in my rectum, and five eggs were deposited in that particular area. As it pulled out of me, a spray of spongier resin coated my rump and plugged it, making sure I couldn't push the eggs out.

The feeling of fullness was obscene. I was aching and hurting, parts inside of me stretched wider than they normally would be able to, full with an uncounted number of eggs. I knew that in time, I would be able to take five times the volume of eggs, but for now I was unimaginably full.

Her job done, the queen slipped off of me. I could imagine that her abdomen looked a little less swollen. Throughout the ordeal, I hadn't climaxed once, if anything I was even more aroused than before. I sobbed a little, struggling in my prison of resin, wanting something, anything to just make me cum. Deep inside, though, I knew I wouldn't ever be able to.

It was then that I felt it. The first larva had broken free of its egg, and there was a little stab of pain as it latched on inside, and that pain blossomed as it began to feed on blood and hormones. The second soon followed, and by the tenth I stopped counting. They never stopped moving and squirming, and when the final one latched on, I felt consciousness fading, and I dropped into a slumber filled with nightmares, knowing that I would wake to a worse one.

How long I was there I had no idea, but I watched whenever I woke as my belly grew, still wriggling and writhing. I could make out the shapes of those wriggling larvae more every day, but I studiously refused to count.

There was no sense of time in the nest, only feedings that made my stomach ache every time. I remember the first time I pissed myself, and saw that it was more like cum than anything, and yellow tinged like the ichor that had been smeared on my thighs by the queen's ovipostor. The beetles quickly cleaned it up. There was no shame there, after all, it was natural to the process, wasn't it?

Some time later, after dozens if not hundreds of feedings, every day feeling feverish and incoherent, something changed. The plug of resin at my rump began to crumble, and the larvae began to get even more animated. I ached all over, my abdomen aflame with throbbing pain with how stretched it had become. Sometime in the last months, my fur had fallen out where it was even still open to the air.

I groaned and let out an agonized sob; the larvae were ready to be 'born'. As the first one pressed out of my tailhole, I screamed. But it wasn't just pain that filled me as the now thicker-than-a-softball larva wriggled out of me. As I was stretched, I came, my mind completely overwhelmed with bliss and ecstasy. My cock spasmed and twitched and shot jets of thick, yellow-green seed all over the resin on me. Every single one of them that emerged was accompanied by more of that ecstasy, and when the last one was delivered from within me, I had stopped spurting, my cock simply twitching and jerking as if trying to cum.

When that pleasure faded, I began to cry, I began to moan and whisper to myself. I wanted more larvae in me. I wanted to feel more and more in me, so I could feel more of that pleasure. I didn't care anymore how stretched I would be, how much it would hurt, how obscenely huge I would get. I just wanted to cum again, because despite the multiple climaxes, I was still as aroused as if I'd never cum.

When the queen approached again, I thanked her, even as she filled me with half again as many eggs as before. She was my goddess, she was my master, she was my entire purpose. I was home, and I regretted and loved every second of my new life....

You're wondering how I'm telling you this story, I suppose. How you could be hearing me, when I never left the breeding chamber. The answer is simple, you see? I'm in a dream now, and you're a figment of my imagination, a way my brain is coping with the trauma and obscenity of my fate. You're just a part of me, and any time now, I'll wake, and we'll experience more of this together. I can't even remember if I just got filled with eggs, or if it's time to birth another clutch of larvae. That moment that I was transported into the breeding chamber is like a dream in and of itself.

I think I'm going to wake up now. We'll see each other soon, when I sleep again.