Yuriko's Infestation
#5 of The Infestation
Yuriko's Infestation
by Von Krieger
Yuriko ducked behind the corner, not because she was afraid of being hit with a blast, but rather she was worried about scorched fur from the molten spatter that would spills from where the missed shots struck. Her prey wasn't a very good shot under normal circumstances, and after a cross-solar system chase, a few well placed shots to the propulsion drive, and a barely managed landing on an old, abandoned mining asteroid hadn't done anything at all to still the nervous shaking that the little red lizard's species did instinctively when frightened, agitated, angry, or just for the hell of it.
"D-d-don't c-come any closer!" K'gira stuttered, shaking a bit and gripping a blaster pistol made by a race who rarely topped five feet in height. She let go of the weapon to brush a few bright purple strands of her feathery hair out of her face.
The bounty huntress sighed to herself. The snow leopardess hated retrieval missions for K'graths. The loudly colored lizards proved, to Yuriko at least, that if there was some guiding force behind the universe, it had a sense of humor.
While most sentience races had developed intelligence in order to survive, the K'graths appeared to have acquired it as a secondary effect of creating better ways to acquire shiny things, and keep previous acquired shiny things safe whilst they were out looking for, of course, more shiny things.
The K'graths had no predators, natural or unnatural. As their natural defense was to spit a foul smelling, foul tasting, burning, incredibly sticky goop that was utter hell to clean off, and even hard to remove the stink.
The bright colors made them very noticeable, and on the arboreal jungle world they hailed from, the shaking and twitching would result in a lot of leaves rustling.
Yuriko stuck her hand around the corner and fired her own blaster, more to make the skittish lizard flee from the shots than having any actual hope of hitting her. Not for the first time, the bounty huntress cursed the poor fools who had first landed a ship on that world, had it stolen, and thus granted the kleptomaniacal, intelligent, incredibly nervous race the technology of space flight.
Those first K'graths had rather quickly picked up the concepts of commerce, interstellar civilization, and the locations of resellers of goods that didn't ask many questions. Of course after buying spaceships of their own, the K'graths had gone home to show them off to their friends and families. And promptly had them stolen, of course, completing the ongoing cycle of renewal that brought more and more of the pests into space.
They were literally sticky fingered little crooks. The tips of their fingers and toes were meant for holding onto trees, and had quickly been put to use picking things up with a gentle prod of a finger.
Yuriko poked her head around the corner and saw that her target had made a break for it, heading deeper into the mine. "You know, this isn't the best place to be running around in!" the leopard shouted, checking the charge on her pulse pistol, set currently at a high grade stun.
The echoes of little lizard feet running across metal-grate flooring stopped. "You saw the scans coming in, this is a nice, plump, mineral-filled asteroid. But one day the miners just up and left, and never came back."
Silence.
"And all those ships at the sides of the landing bay? Ships that are almost brand new models, to ones dating back hundreds of years, all of them damaged or with broken parts? Ships have to stop here for repairs, and than for some reason, they never leave! There's ghosts here, or terrible brain eating monstrosities! Black carapaced insect-monsters that lay eggs in your belly and have the young rip their way out of you, eating you alive!" Yuriko called, trying not to giggle.
More silence.
"Without ketchup!"
K'graths never ate meat without some sort of vegetable-based sauce to dip it in.
Yuriko watched as K'gira rounded the corner, running towards her, an absolutely frightened look on her face.
"Yuuuurikoooo!" she yowled as she saw the leopardess. "Dun let 'em eat me!"
The little lizard jumped up into the bounty huntress' arms, clinging to her tightly. The leopardess made soothing noises and tried not to laugh.
K'gira had a bit more long term thought than most of her race. Whereas most saw something pretty or valuable and immediately attempted to take it, K'gira had found that she could use her natural skills to acquire information, which lead her to certain things that were worthless to K'graths, but other races were willing to trade large amounts of credits for, which while shiny and brightly colored, were rather uninteresting and shape, and easily tradable for things that a K'grath could really enjoy.
And K'gira's knack for acquiring valuable information was why Yuriko kept a close watch on her data profile, just in case any bounties turned up. Of course they almost always included the instructions 'shoot on sight,' but Yuriko had found that they were quite willing to pay her the bounty, and more besides, to prevent the information from leaking out to half the known cosmos.
And usually Yuriko would act on the information herself and acquire even more profit. Unlike the K'graths, who were easily able to sneak into a place and swipe an item, Yuriko had more than enough sense to realize that you then snuck back out again. Which is why, unlike K'gira, she had never been caught in her thefts.
"I'll make a deal with you, we put your ship in the Red Hilt's docking bay, you tell me what it is that you were going to steal, I'll steal it for you, then we sell it and split the money ninety-ten. You get the ten." Yuriko said, stowing her gun and beginning the walk back to the ship. While there may not have been fearsome insectoid monstrosities in here, there were an awful lot of disappearances in the area. Space pirate attacks, especially, likely the slaving type.
"Nuh uh! I'm the one who did all the working finding the stuff! Seventy-thirty, you get the thirty!" the lizard argued, voice firm, but still clinging tightly to Yuriko, eyes darting around looking for specters.
"I'm the one who's going to be risking her tail getting the thing!" the leopard fired back.
"I can get it myself!"
"And you can also get your bounty tripled in the process when you get caught drooling over the damned thing! You get a third!"
"I'll have half!"
"You'll have forty percent and like it!"
"I'll have forty-five percent and won't like it!"
"Deal!" Yuriko concluded with a smile. She'd been perfectly willing to split it with K'gira, but she didn't have to tell the lizard that.
K'gira wasn't all that bad as K'graths went. She was able to go without stealing something for five minutes, could sit still for an hour or two at a time, could discuss topics other than valuables, and had a very practiced two foot tongue.
Yuriko would have gone into full partnership with the little pipsqueak, and had on several occasions. Eventually K'gira would take something of Yuriko's, hop into her little spaceship, and make off with it while Yuriko slept. Which, of course, was why after the second time it happened, Yuriko had set things so that a certain password broadcast at a certain frequency, just as an energy bolt struck the lower back-right shield would make the right engine turn off and a great deal of smoke start to pour from the exhaust port. She could, and always did, fix it by flipping a switch.
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The walk back to the ship was a great deal quicker than the zig-zagging chase that K'gira had lead Yuriko on through the corridors surrounding the huge landing bay. Using the Red Hilt's force claw to bring the K'grath's small ship into one of the vessel's three hanger bays was similarly child's play. The most difficult thing, however, was trying to work the controls with sixty pounds of lizard stubbornly clinging to Yuriko's chest.
"No more monsters. We'll be out of here in a minute, you can let go now." Yuriko said, trying to pry wriggle out of K'gira's death grip.
"Dun want to. I'm pretty comfy where I am." the lizard said with a yawn, resting her head atop the uppermost pair of the bounty huntress' breasts.
"I can't fly us away from the monsters. I can't fit between the chair and the flight console with you stuck to me." Yuriko patiently lied. The chair could be moved back quite a ways, but she didn't particularly want to be clung to all evening.
K'gira dropped to the floor with a reluctant sigh and scampered over to the control chair. Yuriko sighed as the silly lizard playfully pounced on her big, fluffy tail and began to snuggle it.
Yuriko initiated the Red Hilt's warm up sequence, as she had shut the ship down fully just in case K'gira managed to slip by her and get back into the landing bay. She couldn't help but purr as the little lizard stroked, petted, and licked her tail. She might just be putting K'gira's tongue to good use sooner rather than later.
Her reverie was broken by a soft squeak from the K'grath, who darted into the space between Yuriko's legs and the underside of the control console. She could feel K'gira's quivering.
The leopardess sighed, "What did you see? A dusty bunny?"
"M-m-m-m-m..." K'gira stuttered and raised a hand, pointing behind Yuriko.
"B-big b-black insect-l-l-lizard m-monster." she whimpered.
"Don't be silly, there are no big, slimy, insectoid lizard monsters. They don't exist" Yuriko said, punctuating it with a shake of her head.
"Yes, we do." rumbled a voice from behind her.
Yuriko spun in her chair and saw... well, she didn't see much, as something hard, black, and traveling at high velocity struck her in the face hard enough to knock her unconscious.
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The snow leopard drifted slowly back up to consciousness. The air around her was warm and very humid. She recalled the blow to the head, but didn't feel any pain from it. In fact she felt rather good. Happy, content, more than a little horny. Somewhat wet and gooey, and covered in slime, but she felt very good.
Yuriko opened her eyes and found herself in an unpleasantly biological looking room. She was lying in a shallow pool of thick, transparent slime. Her wrists and feet were bound with what looked to be giant, elongated slugs. Muscular creatures that held her tightly, keeping her immobile with her legs spread.
She raised her head to see large, carapaced creatures wandering around. They reminded her of large, muscular lizard anthros with their basic layout. But instead of scales, each was covered by a gleaming blue-black carapace. There the similarities between each of them ended, as each creature seemed to be different, each having a varying assortment of insectoid features.
Before she could really get a good look at any particular individual, Yuriko found her vision filled with a bright blue face and muzzle. Four solid black eyes looked down at her from atop a smallish reptilian snout. Two six-inch, chitinous antennae grew from the top of her head, poking out of short, mussed blue-green hair.
"Oh good! You're awake!" the creature said pleasantly, smiling as it spoke.
It chittered and made clicking sounds that Yuriko didn't understand. The slugs binding her legs seemed to, however, as they uncoiled and slithered into holes in the side of the pool. The bindings on her head, however, remained, though they didn't seem to be gripping anything else anymore, allowing Yuriko to sit up and get a good look at the rather friendly bug-lizard.
The creature was female and stood a great deal shorter than Yuriko's 6'8". The creature was at least a foot shorter. Her body was lithe, and had was quite curvaceous. Aside from the extra eyes, antennae, and carapace, Yuriko couldn't find another insectoid feature.
"I'm Chitter." the creature explained, offering a hand tipped with tiny claws to help Yuriko to her feet.
"Don't worry, you're perfectly safe. You probably will end up filled with eggs, but you'll be laying them again, they don't hatch and eat their way out of you like you feared." Chitter said with a smile, giving Yuriko a friendly pat on the shoulder.
The leopardess moaned softly and leaned into the touch, which felt a great deal better than it ought to have. Yuriko also found herself feeling incredibly passive, no anger or fear within her. Chitter's hands moved over the leopard's breasts, thumbs caressing all six nipples in turn.
"And they're real too! Not the cosmetic alteration you see on some furres these days. Probably end up boosting all three pair, more boosts on the lower ones. Get them all nice and even. Very convenient. We can probably have you able to manufacture and distribute three types of..." A series of scrapes, whistles, and clicks ended the sentence.
Yuriko opened her mouth to ask about the noises, only to find that she couldn't speak. The leopardess suddenly found her mouth filled with soft, smooth, slick, slimy lizard tongue. The merest touch from Chitter sent waves of pleasure through her body.
"You won't be able to talk for a bit, not while your muscles are still reconfiguring. We work from the inside out for new members of our..." more insect noises, "That's what's happening to you, by the way. Conversion into one of us. We started out with some muscle efficiency enhancements, strengthening of the senses, some synaptic work. We've got your carapace growing internally. Starts out as a gel, which will emerge from your skin in sections before bonding proper. Base plating will take about a week."
The leopard blinked a few times, Chitter's words sinking in. Her gaze went to the other creatures they passed in the massive room. She could see faint traits of different furre races in them. Lighter stripes of blue on a navy carapace and cat-like ears. A canine shaped muzzle. Some of the creatures even retained their fur, but not many.
Yuriko noticed two things, the first was that all the creatures that still had fur appeared pregnant. The second, that each and every one of them was female. Chitter followed her gaze and almost seemed to read her mind.
"Those are breeders, that's not a fate for you, just yet. You're just going to incubate eggs for awhile. It helps with the conversion process. You're a big girl, though. Lots of room to carry eggs, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll be made a breeder eventually." Chitter said pleasantly as she lead Yuriko out of the big room and into a smaller hallway.
"Our physiology and mentality are altered a bit to suit the roles best suited to us for our rank. I'm not very big, and I'm naturally reptilian, so I'm not particularly suited for a breeder role. Which is why I'm a handler." Chitter explained, continuing to lead Yuriko through the tunnels of the hive.
"I've been altered so that I sweat a slime that has a specific effect on felinoid sentients, as you're no doubt aware. It's the same stuff we've been keeping you in since we acquired you. Keeps you nice and docile, very receptive to intimate touches, and makes you more receptive to my telepathic abilities."
The handler reached back and freed her hair from the simple tie that held it, allowing Yuriko to see that that silky blue-green strands concealed a pair of long, feathery antennae emerging from the back of Chitter's head. "Receptors. I'm not exactly a mind reader, but I'm very empathic, and I can pick up some surface thoughts in more unguarded minds. I'm also a telepathic node for the queens in our..." more insect noises. Words likely signifying concepts that had no parallels in Basic.
"Anyway, as you're handler, I'm to oversee your acclimation and integration into our race. We'll have our own living area, it's not big, but it is nice, comfy, and cozy." Chitter said.
The leopardess and her keeper paused at an intersection. Yuriko's eyes went to a completely unaltered furre femme, lead by a creature of similar stature and coloration to Chitter. No, not a female, a herm. Prominent breasts, and a sizable half-erect cock between equine legs.
"That one was a male. There are no genders here. All, eventually, are male, and are female. With a little coaxing we ought to be able to have your properly gender aligned in a few hours."
Yuriko wasn't paying Chitter much attention, she had her eyes on the black and white she-stallion and her handler. The insectoid gently guided the furre to her knees. The leopard watched, fascinated, as a long, pink and blue tentacle slithered from the handler's sex, seeking the horse's muzzle.
The equine's mouth opened, her tongue caressing the slime dripping length. There was something... off about the horse herm. At least to Yuriko's eyes. The equine lowered herself onto all fours, her bound arms pressed onto the floor. Muscles. Tensed muscles. A creature ready to strike.
Yuriko tugged gently at her bonds, trying to pull away from Chitter.
"No, we're going this way. You can play with other incubators some other time." Chitter said, tugging the leopardess forward gently.
The horse sprang into action, pivoting into a handstand, bringing her hooves up to connect with her handler's forehead. Yuriko heard the crack of breaking carapace. Much to her surprise, all the insectoids around the captive huntress cried out, hands and claws going to their heads.
The captive horse grinned and looked around. She made a break for it with all the lizard-bugs incapacitated. Yuriko knew in her logical mind that she ought to follow, to try and help. To make a run for it herself. But she couldn't work up the effort. She didn't want to move. Her body demanded that she stay with Chitter, to snuggle up with her, to be pleasured, to be made love to and caressed by the little blue bug.
So she just stood there, the creatures writhing in pain. Minutes passed with Yuriko standing amidst a hoard of agonized blue-black monsters. She watched as a bright red beetle the size of a large cat skittered into the area, the only creature she'd seen of that coloration so far. She couldn't see very well from where she stood, but it seemed to be tending to the assaulted handler.
The other insectoids seemed to recover almost instantly. Like a good, loyal pet, Yuriko helped her handler to her feet, delighting in the pleasant sensations skin-to-fur contact gave her.
"Thank you." Chitter said wearily, "It's a problem we have with telepathic nodes like us handlers. If one antennae gets damaged, the mental signals get distorted. Really painful. She won't get far, though. We can't broadcast too far through the solid rock of the asteroid. She'll be given to three handlers now. With all those mood altering chemicals going through her, she'll permanently reduced to a low level of sentience. She'll never be anything but a breeder or an incubator. Glad to see you decided to stay with us."
Yuriko purred softly as Chitter clung to her, the leopardess' traitorous body greatly delighting in the contact as she was lead down the hall towards the quarters she would share with her handler.
"I think I'm just going to sleep for awhile, kitten. No fun stuff or hermification tonight. Sorry. It's just that a mental shock like that takes a lot out of you." Chitter said wearily.
Yuriko smiled to herself, keeping her mind a blank, just in case. She now had a bit of knowledge that could be used to escape. She just needed a few more scraps of information to be able to put a plan into action.
She just hoped that she would still have the will and mental capacity to make a break for it if, no WHEN, the opportunity came. But for now, she would do her best to give herself over to the insectoids. After all, with a few more enhancements, they might just unwittingly give her the key to escape.
The soft membrane over thick goo that served as a bed was actually rather comfortable to lie on. Yuriko snuggled up tightly to her handler. She may not like her current circumstances, but she figured she might as well make the best of them. The smooth carapace of Chitter's tail between her legs, coupled with the slime she oozed, provided a wonderful surface to grip between her legs and grind her aching pussy against.
Mmm... she could get used to this...