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Mummerflies : A Simple Plan 4 – Twice The Lizard

Written by Rix Prime

The sight of eight large predators creeping out of the underbrush in a forest clearing, each of them intent on one of two helpless girls, is usually a cause for concern. Each of the eight looked just like slightly undersized timber wolves, but their fur was a muddy blue-green streaked with brown and their eyes gleamed red. Each one had a thick canine shaft that had slipped free of its sheath, a deep and almost vibrant blue. Moisture glistened on each meaty shaft, and the pointed tips dripped with beads of pre. It was long suspected that early colonists had brought wolves from earth for some reason and something in the environment had made them change to look like this.

“Oh my goodness," Wren whispered, and despite knowing that the eight had no intention of hurting them, the rabbit felt the faint rumblings of instinctive fear. She knew that the wildlife had evolved and adapted to the mummerfly's unique way of propagating, and that predator and prey species both would coexist when they had an incubator's holes to fill, but all the same she couldn't help but feel some little ghost of worry. They were feral animals, intent on her and the fennec that was laying on the rocks beside her. She felt a flush of envy when she saw the look on Jiran's face. The fennec was eager and excited, licking her lips as she watched them with not a shred of fear in her. The sandy-furred fennec had always been more adventurous in many ways. She looked back to the pack of wolves, feeling her knees shaking. “What did we do, holy shit…" she whispered, half to herself and half to Jiran.

Jiran smiled and shuddered from head to toe, drawing in a deep breath through her nose. Her expression of near-mad hunger deepened as she shakily rolled over and got onto her hands and knees. She started crawling toward the wolves, tail raised and even wagging excitedly. Her flanks were scratched and scraped from the much rougher breeding the mummerfly had given her. “Calm down, Wren… it's okay. You know what they want," she cooed. “Your nose is just a little less… sensitive. I can smell them. Smell their pre. When you can too, you'll feel better."

Wren watched the pack, now entirely focused on the fennec approaching them. Their ears were perked forward, and there was none of the intense, predatory hunger in their gaze that would show that they were wanting a meal and not a place to bury their cocks. The wind shifted suddenly, and she finally caught a whiff of the wolves' arousal, and it was like an electric shock. She felt her cunt literally begin to drip with arousal, her labia growing even more swollen and sensitive. The fear she'd first felt melted away entirely, and she got up on her hands and knees.

The pack, however, had seemingly focused entirely on Jiran. Maybe it was the fact that she was closer to them in genetics, making her more alluring. Or maybe it was that she'd deliberately approached the group of eight wolves. Wren felt a little pang of disappointment when not a one of them looked her way.

There was a sudden splashing from the stream behind Wren, and she turned to face the source of that sound, expecting that maybe another wolf had come. What she saw, however, made her moan. Shimmering and glistening scales of blue and green (much of the fauna on the planet seemed to take on blues and greens, for some reason) covered the creature that had risen from the water. The creature had a crest on its head and a strong jaw. Its legs, six of them in all, were short and heavily muscled and had three-toed feet. Two long tails sprouted from its rear, not far behind the last pair of legs. Its head was broad and flat, with a spiny crest, beady black eyes and a powerful jaw lined with needle-sharp teeth. “Oh shit… oh shit…" Wren whispered and started to back away. The reptile's tongue flicked out, tasting the air, and it focused its gaze intently on the now-frightened rabbit. The reptile was a rare sight, even for those who knew the wilds outside the colony cities. Twintails, they were called, and they were aggressive and very dangerous.

Ten metres away, it reared up onto its hind legs and looked down at her. It was definitely larger than any one of the wolves. “Ji! Ji, help!" she barked, going entirely still. Any sudden movement, and she knew that the twintail could strike with lightning speed despite its lumbering appearance. She daren't even look back toward Jiran. Then, a new scent caught her attention, sharp and strong and entirely alien… but it made her react the same way that the scent of the wolves' arousal had. She watched with disbelieving eyes as the slit just above the twintail's hind legs opened up and two long, sharply ridged spires of flesh emerged, the flesh mottled pink and black, one ahead of the other. As they reached their full length, that sharp scent grew stronger, and Wren moaned. Now she understood. Now she knew what it wanted, and what she wanted it to do. With fear quashed by imprinted instinct and desire, she turned away from the creature and crawled back onto her blanket, presenting her rear to it.

Jiran smiled when she heard that cry and saw her friend understand what was really happening. She should have known, she'd heard the stories. Nothing with a dick would hurt her, and would even be driven to protect her. She returned her attention to the wolves that now surrounded her and licked her lips. Which one would be first? How long would it be before every last one was sated. She hoped that it would be just long enough for the first to be ready to go again…

Shaking, Wren felt her swollen belly rubbing against the fabric of the blanket beneath her. For a panicked moment, she worried that the weight of the twintail when it had its way with her would hurt her brood, but somehow she knew that they were completely safe. She reminded herself that this world's ecosystem had evolved to have the mummerfly as part of it, and so her unusual and wonderful babies would remain completely unharmed.

She felt the twintail's bulk come down again behind her. It had to be a good hundred and forty kilos, and that was all muscle and claws and teeth and raw predatory power. If it had wanted to, it could have attacked and slaughtered her and Jiran without very much effort at all. Every rational thought she had right now ought to have been thoughts of how to survive, but here she was, drawing in deep breaths of the huge predator's musky, sharp scent and presenting her dripping wet quim to him. “Come on, you know what you want," she urged the reptile, though she knew that, in a way, she was talking to herself.

Heavy footfalls sounded behind her, getting closer, and the rabbit buried her face against the ground and lifted her behind a little more. She could feel the presence of the twintail, smell the mud and muck that covered its belly from the stream-bed where it had likely lain waiting until the mummerfly was done with them. She felt a cool breath on her rump, and cried out when the twintail's forked tongue flicked under her tail, tasting the slick ichor the mummerfly had left there. Why wouldn't he just get on with it, why couldn't he just mount her? She needed it, she needed to be bred, to feed the growing lives inside her.

The twintail moved its head down lower and tasted that aching, dripping quim, drawing out another cry from the needy rabbit. This time, that tongue kept flicking out, exploring and tasting and drawing in the alluring scent that it knew somehow was and wasn't one of its own species. The twintail's dim animal intelligence couldn't quite comprehend the idea that there were two places to mount, but it didn't matter any way. It would breed both if it could.

Jiran cried out and then was suddenly silenced in a strange gurgle, and Wren looked up, momentarily distracted, wondering how her friend was faring. She felt her cunt clench when she saw that two of the wolves had mounted at the same time, one from behind and one in front, and that the fennec had been silenced by a meaty canine shaft.

A loud grunt came from behind Wren, and that tongue shoved deep into her, drawing in a last taste of her. The rabbit's eyes rolled back in her head and she felt her knees shaking. The feeling of that tongue pressing into her stretched passage was so pleasurable it overrode all thought but to want more. Something bigger and thicker. Something ridged and wide that promised she would get exactly what she needed.

Apparently satisfied, the twintail reared up again, and she felt its two midlegs come down on either side of her, and the scaly bottom of the reptile's met the fur on her back. “Oh my god," she groaned. She didn't think there was anyone she knew of that could say they'd actually been fucked by a twintail, but that's exactly what was happening. The twintail's forelegs came down just above her shoulders and gripped down. She could feel mud smearing into her fur, matting it, but she didn't care. Her entire world at the moment was desperate need. Two points of slick hardness smeared her ass and thighs with some sort of oily-feeling substance that clung to her fur. Wren almost sobbed with the desperation that filled her. This was maddening, this was wrong, this was something that shouldn't be happening, but oh, she was loving every second.

The twintail's two shafts poked and prodded, powerful legs driving the ridged spires against its mate's body over and over. It knew it would find the right spot soon enough. One of the holes would suffice, it had tasted the need on both of them. Then, suddenly, it hit just the right spot, and drove itself forward.

If Wren had been luckier, the twintail's foreshaft would have pressed between her puffy labia, but it was the rear of the two that had found its place. She had only a single moment to process what that could mean before the reptile's hips bucked forward and drove his thick, ridged shaft forward. The scream of pleasure that pealed from her lips when she felt the twintail's cock spread her open was loud enough that even the pack of wolves, most of them focused on Jiran, took notice, with two of them breaking off and trotting in her direction. With the bulk of the twintail on her, she'd be spared being filled at both ends, at least.

The twintail's foreshaft rubbed and slid against her rump, coating the white fur in that oily, clinging lubrication as he pressed himself deep, then pulled back. Each bumpy ridge made a strange popping sensation to Wren, and she gasped and squeaked with each one of them. The reptile pulled back almost completely and then drove forward again, and this time, his foreshaft hit its own mark, the pointed tip slipping under her tail and in. The twintail went utterly still, seemingly confused by this strange sensation of having both his cocks sinking in to separate holes, then instinct took over and he drove himself forward.

If the cry that Wren had first given on being penetrated by the twintail had been loud, then what came from her throat was deafening, the nearby wolves cringing. The twintail gave an accompanying roar, and for just a moment, panic overwhelmed Wren and she found herself struggling, but then a sense of heady bliss just stopped her cold. Pre had begun dribbling from both cocks, now fully buried in her, and somehow the eggs within her knew, and they were somehow renewing their control on her. As the twintail began to fuck again, she groaned and gasped in desperation, pleasure mounting within her. Her babies, her brood, were about to get their first bathing of feral semen.

It was strange, to have that rough sensation of the ridges popping under her tail and into her pussy, but because of the way the twintail had himself positioned there was no real movement of its lower half. Her anus was aching, little thrills of pain that throbbed with each and every buck of the twintail's hips, but it somehow hadn't reached its peak. Every time she felt panic or pain grow too intense, a wave of pleasure and belonging filled her, overriding it.

As the two wolves that had broken off from the pack rutting Jiran trotted close, the twintail, which should have hissed and threatened them, did something quite unusual. It noticed them, that was for sure, but instead of protecting its rather unusual and distinctly non-reptilian mate, it twisted the front half of its body, thumping down its forelegs on one side of her even as it slammed its two ridged shafts into the rabbit's body. This left her torso exposed enough that she could see clearly that Jiran had a knot buried under her tail, with another mounted on her front. The fennec had her hand gripping just behind the knot and was greedily swallowing, her eyes completely glazed over, lost entirely to the imprinted instincts and desires laid upon her.

Understanding filtered through to Wren's conscious thoughts. When the eggs within her were bathed with the nutrients they needed, they would solidify their control over her. She wouldn't be able to put up an iota of resistance anymore. She might not even have proper conscious thought while she held her brood within. Until they were rescued, she and Jiran would be like little more than mindless animals themselves.

One of the two wolves came close, and she looked into its eyes to see a predatory hunger in them. Its thick blue shaft was dribbling clear liquid almost constantly, and Wren could smell it. She reached out, acting entirely how she knew she should, and grasped the thick shaft in one hand. The wolf yipped, but shifted itself so it could come closer. It couldn't mount her from the front, but, drawn by the beacon of her induced and unnatural heat, it had grown docile enough to let her bring the head to her mouth and wrap her lips around it. The heavy musk of arousal filled her nostrils and the taste made her groan between the gasps and whimpers drawn out of her by the rutting of the twintail. Every dribble that seeped from the tip was greedily swallowed, and bit by bit, her brood's control over her grew.

The bucking of the twintail's hips suddenly got even more furious, and despite herself, Wren let out a scream. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming her desire and her need again, and her brood couldn't keep up with it. She tried to focus on fellating the azure shaft in her mouth, and was rewarded with a sudden spurt of liquid that disappeared down her gullet as fast as it came. Come on, come on, she silently urged the twintail. She knew that when it came, when it unloaded its torrents of reptilian spend in both her bowel and her cunt, she wouldn't have to worry anymore. She'd belong entirely to her brood, and she wanted that more than anything.

There was a trumpeting roar and the twintail stopped for half a second, pulled out as far as it could. Only the lizard's tips were within her, and she stopped suckling on the wolf's cock for just enough time to blurt out, “Please." Though it had no way to know what the word meant, the twintail obliged and slammed forward one last time, giving out a deafening roar of triumph. The ridges on the lizard's shaft swelled suddenly, flaring wide, and Wren hollered around the shaft in her mouth. The ridges were stretching her to points she knew should injure her, but though there was pain, intense and hot, it brought her pure and unfiltered bliss. And then it came, heavy and oily jets of semen. Each time one was deposited within her, the ridges retracted and flared out again.

The eggs just inside her were hit first, and the moment that the twintail's spend bathed them, Wren was lost to it. She felt all her resistance, all her doubts, even her sense of self fall away, replaced by a desperate desire to feed her brood. To feed herself, because while the eggs filled her stomach, the only thing she'd be able to digest, to swallow, would be the thick spend of every male that she could. With a final trumpeting roar, the twintail tugged its twin cocks out of her, a torrent of that oily spend gushing out of her. Without a thought, she gathered up a glob of it in one cupped hand and brought it to her mouth, gulping it down before resuming her attention to the wolf's cock.

The twintail pulled off of Wren and rolled onto its side with a rumbling thump. Before she could even register what was happening, one of the wolves was mounting her, blunt cockhead stabbing at her gaping quim. It hurt so much still, but she knew she wasn't bleeding, she knew she was safe. Her body could handle just about anything right now, made perfect for her brood.

She let go of the wolf's cock that she'd held in her mouth. With her body freed from the twintail entirely, Wren knew that the wolf would know just what to do. She'd seen the others doing it with her brood-sister, after all. What was her name? No, it didn't matter. For now all she had to do was be a good brood mother. Once they were born, they would be Wren and Jiran again. For now though… well, she was something else.

As the wolf buried his cock into her quim and started to fuck in earnest, knot bumping up against her stretched sex, paws gripping around her thighs, the second one hopped up and began to prod his cock against her face. Eagerly, she guided the azure shaft to her lips, and she pulled the sheath back over the knot to grip it tightly. This was where she belonged, this was who she was for now.