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The Kresh - A Jackal's Cruel Fate

By Rix Solstice

Though not a commission, I wrote this quite a while ago and never actually finished it. Not many stories have a male-presenting herm in them, and I thought it would be fun.

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Talyn would have screamed if he could. The jackal, barely twenty years of age, would have done_anything _if he could. As an egg stretched his inner walls wide for yet another uncounted breeding, he sobbed. He was trapped; encased in a prison of pulsing flesh, nearly every part of him filled, even his cock strained by tendrils within it, and both lower holes attached to his prison by wiggling tubes.

How could he have done this? How could he have agreed to this? In his fevered, heat-addled mind, he screamed out where his lips could not. Nobody could ever find him here, and nobody could rescue him, and if anyone had any inkling of his fate, they would know there was nothing they could do.

Again, as he had dozens of times before, his mind holding on to what tenuous sanity he had left, he found himself reliving that moment that he had damned himself to the twisted slavery that had become his entire existence.

It had started with curiosity. Curiosity about the Kresh, a sentient race of insects that had established a trading post in the colony that he and his mother had made their home. He'd heard of them in school, and unlike his classmates, who had seemed afraid, he'd wanted to know more. He did studies of them, reports on them, learned what he could... but there was only so much information about them to be learned.

Depending on where you found them, the Kresh could be incredibly accommodating. As soon as he could, he'd approached one of their Speakers. It had taken almost a year of working and developing some rapport with the cadre of Kresh in the colony, but he'd worked up the courage to ask if he might be allowed to see a nest and study it. To learn first-hand about how the Kresh organized their nests.

To his surprise, the Speaker had been enthusiastic about agreeing. Within weeks of his request, he was on a shuttle to the nearest Kresh colony under the protection of two warriors and the Speaker.

The only part of the trip that had perturbed the young jackal was that he had to leave his clothes at the entrance chamber. The Kresh were very particular about any foreign materials entering the colony. It had been a relief when the Speaker made no comment whatsoever about the fact that he was a true hermaphrodite. Of course, when you're in a colony of insects where there were multiple sexes, a male-presenting herm wasn't exactly remarkable.

From the outside, the colony was entirely unremarkable, built into the side of a cliff face with multiple cave entrances. Inside the main entrance, however, rock gave way to slick resin and other unidentifiable building materials. It was all smooth and flowing, almost organic in form.

In the space of a few hours at the colony, he learned more about the Kresh social structures and construction than he had in years of school. He encountered warriors and even seen males. All of them looked vaguely like a bipedal mixture of wasps and ants, covered in chitin and armour of varying colours dependent on their caste. Artisan Kresh were there too, directing everyone, distinctive in their pure white colour and half as small as the rest.

What had surprised him the most was that the colony itself was a living thing all its own, controlled by the queen. Food and building material production, layout, even breeding was all controlled by her. In many ways, she was as much prisoner as leader, never leaving her chambers at the centre of the nest.

It was one fateful question that would lead to the jackal's damnation, though there were times he could have stepped away later. He'd wanted to see the queen's chamber, but they wouldn't let him, saying that was the only place a guest could not go, even accompanied.

"Well, what else could I see?"

The Speaker looked down at Talyn, and the jackal could have sworn there was a smug grin on the Kresh's face. It wasn't possible, of course; the Speaker couldn't really have an expression, but all the same it certainly felt like he did. "I will show you the breeding pods. I will show you what happens to those who come here unbidden, who trespass."

For a moment, Talyn wondered if he should refuse. The way the Kresh propagated their species had been the source of an interstellar war. Originally the Kresh had been simply unintelligent but advanced insects. But when the first group of explorers had been assailed by the primitive Kresh, the entire species changed, given full sentience by the way their breeding process drew on the genetics of their incubators in a limited fashion. It had started a time of expansion that had resulted in the Kresh occupying some two dozen star systems around their homeworld. The history was hundreds of years old at this point though, and Talyn had learned that all on his own.

Why not though? Why not see what it was like? What could it really hurt? "Okay, show me."

The Speaker chittered in delight, and demanded, "Follow." The two warriors that had accompanied Talyn and the Speaker took up step behind them, and immediately set a brisk pace. Corridor after corridor, small chamber after small chamber, the jackal was taken further and further into the colony, until there would be no way for him to find his way out. Along the way he'd gotten a few other peeks at the daily life of the colony. Feeding (which was a bit disturbing), and even a recreation and exercise chamber.

Finally, the speaker led him to an impossibly long corridor. On one side of it were small open cell like rooms. The first was unoccupied, but the second one most definitely wasn't. The Speaker chittered again, "You are as close as any free creature can be to the queen now, jackal. Come here, look inside our breeding pods. See the fate of the condemned that your people send to us."

Shivering, Talyn stepped forward. The chamber was only about four feet across. The walls were featureless smooth green resin, and almost spherical in shape, but with a flat roof and floor. In the back of the chamber was an alcove, and inside it... Talyn furrowed his brow and asked, "What the hell?" All he could see was a lumpy, pulsing tube of pink flesh.

Stepping up behind Talyn, the Speaker gave out what the jackal assumed was the equivalent of a chuckle. "Look closer, jackal. Step closer." Still confused, Talyn moved closer to the alcove. When he took a closer look, he let out a shocked gasp. He could see it now. There was someone in that tube. They were squirming and twisting every so slightly. As the jackal leaned forward even more, he realized that one of the reasons he'd not recognized the shape as an actual person was that their abdomen was obscenely bloated, as were her breasts. There was the shape of a head, too, but something was connected to it.

"Our breeders become a part of the nest. Eggs delivered to bowel and womb, feeding and breathing and everything there. Hatching and feeding on their life. Fluids harvested and altered for production of sustenance. This one has been here for four of your decades. She has provided us so many young. We made her ours. She will never leave. We can use animals for basic drones, use them for builders, and even for males. But artisans, Speakers like myself, queens, they come from creatures like you."

There was no denying how Talyn was feeling. Something about the female's plight had the jackal aroused. He could feel his sheath swelling, and he tried to hide his reaction. "Four... decades. And she's never left."

"No, never. Her mind is gone now, I expect. She is a thing, a beloved breeder, valued as highly as the queen. Such is the fate of those that break the treaty. Trapped, helpless, reduced to a biological function," The Speaker murmured. Talyn shuddered again, imagining that the Speaker had somehow adopted a sultry, seductive tone.

"So this is what started a war," Talyn whispered, and reached out to touch the female's prison. Underneath, he heard a desperate, animalistic groan of need and pain. He jerked his hand back, and looked back to the Speaker. "What did she do? I mean, this colony's far from your homeworld. Did she attack one of you, try to steal something?"

"No. She came to us. Like you. And she accepted that fate willingly," The Speaker said calmly. "By the treaties, we made it clear we would take those who are willing. The condemned. The terminally ill. The ones without hope or help. They find purpose, or at least a long life."

That surprised the jackal beyond measure. He'd known, intellectually, that such practices were common. Some worlds offered their condemned a chance to live, even if only as what the female in front of him had done. Once again, he imagined being trapped in that tube of flesh, unable to escape.

Talyn looked at the Speaker and licked his lips. "So... by the treaties, you will take anyone that asks? For any reason." Hearing what was done to those who pledge to serve the nest should horrify the young herm, but some part of him wanted to know. There really was no hiding his arousal.

The Speaker chittered at him, "Yes. Any. The law, the treaty states we get the condemned who wish to serve forever. And any who comes to us and asks. From that point, no society in the galaxy will challenge us. For this reason, we make them step into the breeding pod by themselves. And state their desire for this before they do so. With proof, we take them, and they cease to be little more than a sentient sex organ."

The young jackal peered at the Speaker, and then to the empty breeding pod directly next to . He bit his lip and then whispered softly, "Even m-me?" Of course so, he knew inside, he was an adult and allowed to make his own choice. When the Speaker stopped short and turned to face Talyn again, the jackal shivered. There was a different manner in the way it stood, that told him that he now had the full attention of the creature.

The sudden silence in the nest made Talyn wonder if he'd been spontaneously struck deaf. The Speaker chittered, the sound like a thunderclap in all the quiet. "Yes. Even you. But now we say this... having one such as you, at your prime, would be a great boon. We then say this. Decide now. You will not be given a chance to consider this past this moment. Will you become a part of our nest forever? Or will you leave now, your questions asked, never to be permitted to return? Will you do what this female did, and give yourself for no other reason than... you want to."

Talyn let out a squeak of surprise. The question was so abrupt, so unexpected that he found himself unable to speak, his jaw working but no sound spilling from his lips. He felt a dampness at his loins and the tip of his cock pushed out of his sheath, exposed to the warm air. To be trapped in an endless cycle of sexual slavery, his womb and bowels used to breed eggs and bear the live young... unending and inescapable. The revelation that the female in the tube had done this of her own volition, with no better reason than she wanted it, had Talyn squirming.

The Speaker crouched in front of Talyn and reached one long arm out to stroke his cheek, and the jackal flinched. "I smell it. I sense it. You do want to as well. And we will take you. And nobody will stop us." Deft digits reached down and stroked the jackal's emerging cock, and soon a pair of hands were stroking down his side.

Talyn knew he should stop the Speaker, but despite that he pressed into the touch of those spindly digits as they played down his sides and then teased beneath his sheath at the damp petals there. As those fingers stroked his engorged shaft, he let out a low moan, "L-let me th-think, okay?" He half-begged, hips bucking against the surprisingly delicate touch.

The Speaker simply said softly, "No. Answer the question now, or leave now. We are recording." The Speaker withdrew his hand and gestured at the breeding chamber, "Do you agree to give yourself to the hive? Knowing you will regret it. Knowing you will lose your mind. You will never escape. You will be nothing but our incubator and producer, your body given to us. Say your name, give your permission, and enter the chamber. Now."

Talyn's eyes went wide. Now he knew how so many curious individuals had gone missing. They had been presented with this scenario. This sudden offer was meant to set him off guard. All this time, learning about them, talking with Speakers, he realized they had been analyzing him. Determining suitability. He wondered how many had come like this, their curiosity getting the better of them.

"I am... I am... Talyn Wayward. I... I will... I want... Yes. I'll do it. I'll l-let you. I give permission." Talyn's cock jumped and he felt his inner walls clench at the words. All he had to to was step into the chamber, and he'd be like the others he'd seen. Encased, bellies swollen and misshapen, tubes in them.

The Speaker moved aside as Talyn left the already occupied breeding chamber and then followed him into the adjacent one. The speaker's four arms, before so delicate and gentle, grabbed him by the arms and legs, and lifted him up effortlessly. The Speaker chittered, "You belong to the nest now. Forever."

The jackal moaned, a knot of fear forming in his belly. There was no going back now, and as the Speaker spun him around and pressed his back against the wall of the chamber, he felt his fur sticking to it. His arms were lifted above his head and a half dozen thin tendrils emerged from the seemingly seamless wall of the chamber and wrapped around his arms, pinning them to the sticky surface. Seconds later they started to secrete a strange slimy pink ooze, which quickly hardened on contact with the humid air, solidifying as a hard resin that held him firmly to the wall.

"Oh god... what have I done..." Talyn whimpered. He knew there was no point in begging, in changing his mind. It had been made abundantly clear there was no turning back from this. Soon the Speaker was lifting his legs at the knee and pressing them to the wall, so his legs were spread wide, his cock, netherlips and tailring bared for all to see. Soon more tendrils were wrapping around his legs and holding them firm. It came as no surprise when more of that ooze was excreted, leaving him hanging there. He felt a bump form at the base of his spine, pushing his rump away from the wall a little, presumably so that the Speaker - or the nest - would have easier access to what parts they needed. Lastly, he felt his tail enveloped, tugged, pulled back _into_the wall, a slimy, sticky sheath of pulsing flesh holding it tight.

The Speaker stepped back, as if to observe its work. One long, spindly arm reached out and stroked Talyn's belly, making the flesh ripple a little involuntarily. "How do you feel?" The Speaker asked, its voice curiously concerned and almost motherly. Two hands reached up and cradled the head of the now captive jackal. One other hand reached down to stroke Talyn's cock again, while the other one dipped fingers between his petals and slipped up inside him.

Talyn's ears flattened against his skull. He was still terrified, but there was something freeing about the fact that there was no going back that soothed him, that let him almost enjoy it when the Speaker's hands started fondling him. "W-why, ah, do you c-care? You have me."

The Speaker's fingers slipped out of Talyn's sex and unwrapped from around his shaft. The other two hands continued to cradle his head as the Speaker leaned forward and touched its 'nose' to the jackal's. A low chitter came before it spoke, "You have given us a gift, Talyn. And though it will be deeply unpleasant for you, we do care. We are grateful. Speak the name of one you care for. One you love. We will see that they are provided with every possible comfort."

Hanging in the breeding chamber, his arms and legs immobile, his tail completely gone from sight, Talyn was shocked by the gentleness in that voice. "Sherin Orr of Caledon Colony, Pentala IV," he said softly. An old friend, one who he knew was struggling to make ends meet, to finish an education that had grown too expensive. "Thank you..." he breathed. "I'm... scared. Excited." He looked into the multifaceted eyes of the Speaker and whispered, "Will it hurt?"

The Speaker stepped back and nodded, "It will. In many ways. Are you ready, Talyn Wayward?"

For a moment, Talyn wondered if he would simply be left there if he didn't answer. The jackal shivered and closed his eyes. "I'm ready," he said, voice trembling. The Speaker chittered loudly and stepped away from the chamber. As soon as it was away from the chamber, two thin tendrils emerged from the top of the chamber and approached Talyn's face. The tips were little bulbs, but the rest were thin and smooth and covered in clear, slick fluid. They began to explore his face, and then seemed to hone in on his snout. Just before they found what they were looking for, Talyn knew where they were going. Without a sound, they pressed into his nostrils and pushed inward, their slippery lengths pushing them deeper and deeper. It was the most invasive and uncomfortable sensation he'd ever felt, the prehsensile lengths navigating further down. Soon he felt a tickling in his throat, and he realized they had emerged and were pushing down even further. The pain was minimal, but the discomfort was almost too much. He whimpered and squirmed, unable to stop them as they wriggled down further into his trachea and then his lungs. He felt a stab of pain, and tried to cry out, but the presence of the tendrils held his vocal cords immobile. Inside him, the bulbs opened, and hundreds of hair-thin cilia began to dig into flesh and anchor the tendrils in there. Talyn's instincts kicked in, fighting against the intrusion, terrified that his breath would be cut off. Seconds later though, air was delivered to his lungs, then drawn out, then in, and out... the nest was_breathing_ for him.

The Speaker watched quietly, not even moving as the nest continued to claim its newest incubator and breeder. Talyn shook his head, wanting to dislodge the invasive tendrils, but he knew that they were physically anchored within him. Two thick, fibrous tentacles emerged from below Talyn. His eyes went wide with terror as they lifted up to his loins and started to explore there. All of a sudden the tips opened wide, little grasping tendrils ringing the edge and pushed against his netherlips and under his tail. They pressed themselves to his flesh, and he felt more pain as the tendrils dug in and anchored them there. Talyn's eyes watered with the pain, and he was happy he coudln't move a muscle to stop them.

Suddenly Talyn felt something inside both those tentacles pressing at the lip of his vagina and the tight ring of flesh under his tail. Effortlessly they pushed into him. They were ridged and tapered, and pressed inward implacably. The one under his tail went deep, deeper than he thought possible, probing places that he'd never even imagined feeling. The other soon found the inner gateway of his cervix, and started to probe that. He winced and closed his eyes, readying himself for the pain he knew was soon to come.

All at once, the tentacle inside him surged forward, breaching into Talyn's womb. The pain was intense as he was penetrated deeper than any being should be taken, but there was no stopping this thing. His mouth opened wide as if to scream, but the only sound that he made was a wet gurgling sound. Even as the tentacle stopped just inside, the other had slowed its questing deep into his bowel. He felt something on the right side of his belly, and knew it had gone all the way in.

The Speaker broke its silence to say two simple words, "Look down." Without thinking, Talyn did just that, and the knot of fear became full-blown horror as he saw bulges traveling up the length of the tentacles. "Our eggs will latch on inside you. They will feed on you. Grow strong. And then hatch, crawling out of you."

Something in Talyn broke, mentally, and he groaned. The perverseness of it, the utterly alien nature of what was happening to him didn't turn him off. Instead, his cock was throbbing and hard, and his stretched-wide inner walls rippled with need. He could see at least half a dozen eggs distending the tentacles now, and the first two began to press into him. As he felt himself being spread wide, wider than he'd ever thought possible, he wanted to cry, to sob, to beg it to stop, or for a moment's rest. There was none to come, however, and soon he felt more pain as the first egg pressed past his cervix and slipped into his womb with a gush of fluid. The one in his bowel had farther to travel, and soon the second, and third, were pressing wide. Each one hurt less, but it all ached more than he'd ever known.

One after the another, eggs were laid within him. They weren't large, only the size of golf balls, but they still stretched him, the marble-hard spheres making the tentacles they were in bulge and stretch. It felt like forever as he was filled, and he watched with horrified eyes as his belly swelled.

The deep ache was growing as Talyn's bowels and womb were filled and distended. Soon, the jackal felt like he was going to burst, and still the eggs were coming, with no end in sight. He was crying openly now, tears of frustration and pain streaking his cheeks. Finally, when he thought he could take no more, the tentacle inside his womb pulled out, spitting a plug of slime into his sex that stuck and hardened there. The one in his bowel had begun to pull out, leaving an egg every couple centimeters, until he felt a plug spat there too, and the tentacle withdrew as well. The outer, thicker tentacles remained attached to him, firmly anchored in his flesh.

With horror, Talyn looked at his massively swollen belly. The ache was all-consuming. He knew he was full to the point where any more would injure him. He tried to imagine how it would feel when they hatched, and felt a wave of instinctive revulsion wash through him.

"You are a unique gift, Talyn. You can provide us with more than most..." The Speaker said, staring into Talyn's eyes. "There is more."

Talyn gurgled, and stared at the Speaker uncomprehendingly. More? There was more? What else could there be? The answer to that internal question was given as a tentacle lifted up to Talyn's cock, which Talyn could no longer see because of that swollen, misshapen belly. From it emerged three, much thinner tendrils, and with no hesitation, those tendrils pushed at the helpless jackal's cockslit.

If Talyn could have screamed, he would have as he was penetrated in a way he'd never conceived of. The intrusion was painful, but perversely intimate, and soon he tried to scream again, gurgling as they descended past the base of his cock. Even as they did, the tentacle from which they emerged began to envelop his shaft, pulsing and twitching and suckling. Two more almost hair-thin tendrils pushed into his urethra, joining the other three.

Talyn's eyes rolled back as the tendrils breached his prostate, making his whole body tremble. The feeling wasn't as painful as it was incredibly alien. One pushed deeper, into his bladder, and there was a little stab of pain as it anchored itself. Two more went to each of his testicles, and that was where the pain truly started. It was as if something was carving them out from within, though some part of him knew there was much more to it than that. Two more small pinches, almost imperceptible beneath the agony in his nuts, and those tendrils were anchored as well.

For almost an hour the pain continued, though to the helpless jackal, it was an eternity. When finally it subsided, he felt a deep itch start in his balls, which had swollen to the size of softballs, straining his scrotum painfully tight. The itch was growing, and it felt like the insides of his balls were crawling with life. As the itch grew, so did the sensitivity of his painfully-engorged shaft, which made the suckling and stroking motions of the tentacle that had enveloped it maddening. All of a sudden he felt his cock twitch and pulse, and he felt himself release a glob of thick fluid into the tentacles that held him.

Despite the fact that Talyn _knew_he'd just had a climax, he didn't feel any release whatsoever, with his cock remaining firm, and the itch growing even more. He wanted to hump the tentacle, to get some sort of climax, but five minutes later, he only felt that pulse and physical release of semen with no sexual satisfaction. All he could feel was that desperate arousal and need coupled with the sensation of being just on the peak of orgasm but not able to go.

The Speaker stepped a little closer, "You will produce the nutrients and genetic material we need to make the eggs. And then bear them. We had to... infect your testicles to make them better able to produce."

Talyn gurgled and closed his eyes. Already he was regretting what he had done, what he had agreed to. At the same time, a little part of him was exulting in his defilement and corruption. Loving what he was becoming. His hips flexed and jerked uselessly at the suckling, from which there would be no end. Soon two more tentacles lifted to his chest, and he shuddered as they opened and pressed over his nipples. Hair-thin tendrils began to invade his nipples, wriggling deeper and deeper.

Spindly fingers stroked over Talyn's tear-stained cheeks as he felt the same itch in his balls start in his largely undeveloped breasts. "They will produce for us. Nutrients. And so they will grow and we will harvest from you." The Speaker pulled his hand away as a final tentacle lifted to Talyn's face. "Open your mouth, and embrace it."

Talyn, almost mad with his need for climax, to find some way to alleviate the all-consuming itch inside him, complied without hesitation. As he opened his mouth wide, the tentacle opened, and a thinner one inside shoved into his muzzle, coating his tongue with foul-tasting slime. It didn't stop at his mouth, though, pushing deeper and deeper. He felt it squirming and wriggling all the way down to his stomach, where he felt that familiar pain when it anchored itself. Liquid was pumped into his stomach, feeding him directly. The outer flaps of the tentacle wrapped themselves around his head, melding to themselves wherever they touched, but leaving his eyes still free.

The Speaker almost cooed as he patted Talyn's head. "There you are. Ours. Nothing more than a reproductive organ for the nest now. Forever." Talyn couldn't even gurgle anymore, but was shocked when he pressed his head against the Speaker's touch as best as he could. Despite the discomfort, he was almost... grateful. Satisfied. Somehow he knew the emotions were being forced on him, but he didn't care.

Talyn felt rather than saw the opaque, fleshy membrane that had started to creep over his feet and rump. He knew what it was; he'd seen it in the full breeding chamber. As it covered him, stretching over his belly, he imagined the outward sight of the membrane. Tight, almost rubbery pink flesh, stretching over every detail of his captive body and the tentacles permanently anchored in him. When it reached his neck, he prepared himself for the loss of his sight. Inch by inch, it covered his flesh, flowing around the tentacles in his mouth, and soon covered his eyes, leaving him in darkness, the last sight he saw that of the Speaker's face inches from his own. Nubs of the stuff pushed into his ears, until all he could hear was a pulsing, throbbing heartbeat... the only thing that the jackal would ever hear again.

The Speaker's hands stroked him through the membrane, delicate and almost affectionate. Talyn was a thing, now, an object, a helplessly sentient part of its nest now, another willing servant to the growth of the Kresh. With a satisfied chitter that Talyn wouldn't be able to hear, the Speaker walked out of the chamber.

It was hours later (days? Weeks?) when Talyn became aware of something new. Something else. Something other than the endless, maddening itch and arousal. Something was moving inside him. The eggs were hatching, finally. His tailhole and inner walls felt empty, and he realized that the plugs had dissolved. He wanted to scream, the feeling of living things squirming in his bowels and womb both painful and stomach-churning. As each of the dozens of eggs hatched, that sensation grew more intense, until it felt like his entire insides were churning with movement. And then he felt it. The head of one of the hatched larvae found the exit it was looking for, and he felt his cervix spread. He felt his inner walls rippling and pulsing, and when the larva passed out of him he felt something he'd desperately needed for as long as he could remember. An orgasm crashed through his body, more powerful and intense than any he'd ever felt. When one pushed out of his bowel, he felt the same orgasm, but even stronger.

One after the other, the larvae were born, wriggling out of him and down the interior of the tentacle that held him. By the time the last one vacated his body, leaving him feeling achingly empty, the multiple climaxes had rendered his mind almost insensate. For a few brief moments of afterglow, Talyn knew relief.

It was only minutes later he felt the ovipostors pushing into him again, readying him for another breeding. This time he wanted them, needed them. He'd do anything to be filled again, because in time it would result in that same ecstatic birthing.

And so the cycle went on... but by the time the third clutch of eggs were deposited into the thing that had once been Talyn Wayward, his mind was lost to the endless cycle of desperation and release.