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Celkali - The Best Laid Plans (Ellie)

SubStar Commission for KitsuneSpy

By Rix Writes

The creature in front of Ellie and Dexter was nearly unrecognizable as anything but a bloated, furless lump of flesh. Once a wild doe, she had fallen victim to a nest of celkali, caterpillar-like creatures that ranged from the size of a small dog to a draught horse, depending on the gender. Out in the wild, they were often hard to spot because they had a natural sort of camouflage derived from the area in which their nest was located. In the case of this nest, deep in an old growth forest, from the top they looked like small ambulatory bushes, with extrusions that looked like sticks and leaves above forest-green 'fur'. Their multi-legged underbellies were a fleshy pink with pale yellow spots.

Most sane individuals avoided approaching a nest because the creatures would eat just about anything. The pale slime trail that they could leave was a potent sort of toxin that could make a stag crumple to the ground within seconds, their limbs entirely unresponsive while simultaneously inducing a sense of euphoria. In places where the creatures were known, nobody went out of the settlement without an inoculation against the effects. Still, too much exposure could overwhelm even the inoculation, and this close to the nest, a great deal of that slime glistened off leaves and the forest floor. It said something about both Ellie and Dexter's apparent sanity that they had sought out this particular nest.

"How long do you think she's been there, Dex?" Ellie asked in a hushed voice, reaching one shaking paw up to run her fingers through her long, pale orange headfur. The thing that had been a doe was laid on her back on a mound of hardened slime just outside the confines of the nest. What had been graceful, long limbs were now atrophied and drawn in against her body, feebly twitching at random. Her head was glued to the mound so that her view of the world was upside-down, and as Ellie looked into the doe's eyes, she saw that they were glazed and vacant. The tigress' gaze moved from those haunted eyes down to the doe's ribcage and beyond, and she let out a tiny little whimper. Past the ribs, the doe's entire abdomen was mostly furless, swollen, and bloated far beyond what should even be possible. The hairless skin was almost translucent and glistened with the sheen of slime that coated it, and beneath it things were moving. She knew that if she stepped to the side to look at the doe's hind end, she'd see swollen labia and a gaping vagina and anus, both drooling greenish slime. As she contemplated that there were some fates that could be considered worse than being a meal for the celkali, she felt slender fingers thread between her own and looked to her long time friend and companion, Dexter.

Ellie knew that the mixture of visceral revulsion, excitement and fear that she could see in Dexter's yellow eyes was mirrored in her own. "I don't know, has to be a couple years to be that altered." His deep, rumbling voice wasn't something that could easily be hushed, given his size and apparent parentage, but he was making an attempt all the same. She felt a bit of amusement that the tall hybrid, the product of an unlikely pairing between a jaguar and one of the rare tiger shark, was even trying to be quiet. It wasn't as if the celkali didn't know they were there.

Dexter's left ear flitted, the fishing hook-shaped black steel earring in it jingling a little, and he looked back to the doe. Ellie took a moment to admire the hybrid in profile. His overall shape was that of a feline, but his midnight purple-coloured fur had a strange gloss to it, and shifted to a pattern blue-white lines that gave the fur on his back the impression of scales. Rather than a twitching, curling tail, his was long, broad and muscular, changing almost seamlessly from the glossy fur to smooth skin, ending in a flared fin. Like her, he was naked but for the pack slung over his shoulder. Given how long the celkal slime remained potent, getting it on clothing could be dangerous if it was still there when the inoculation wore out. They'd been as careful as possible when approaching the nest, but all the same, they would have to bathe well when they went back to camp. She felt a flush rise on the insides of her ears when she saw that his smooth, pale-fleshed shaft was jutting out from his genital slit. The sight reminded her of her own arousal. "Are you going to..." Ellie asked, trying not to let a note of eagerness slip into her tone.

Dexter considered the question for a while, then nodded, "I'm thinking I might. Not like that's not why she's there, right? Gotta give more seed to the clutch. Holy shit, Ellie." He chuffed loudly, his tail waving a little as he reached down to stroke himself, first the right shaft, then the left, finally grabbing one with each hand. Unlike her, he wasn't wearing the filter-mask over his muzzle, and he was getting the full effect of the scent that wafted off the doe. "Yeah. I'm going to."

"If you do, Dex, I'm gonna call you a 'shat' for weeks," Ellie half-hissed, but it was more of a tease than anything. Dex hated being reminded that his mix of parentage could be shortened to that unfortunate word, but Ellie knew that he wouldn't care right now. He was already heavily under the spell of the doe's scent. The drastic physical change wrought by being claimed by the nest in that way was making the doe emit an irresistible lure for males. For those that managed to get to her without coming in contact with the paralytic slime, they would rut her over and over, anus and vagina, until collapsing from exhaustion. Interestingly enough, doing so would provide its own sort of inoculation.

Dexter murmured, "Oh fuck off, pussy." His tone was good-natured, though, as he took a step toward the doe. He opened his mouth and drew in a deep breath, and Ellie could see his whole posture change as he deliberately let the doe's alluring scent take him. He dropped his pack to the ground and stepped up to the doe, shoving both of his ridged cocks into the loose flesh of her vagina with a yowl.

Ellie moaned, watching as her companion started to fuck, arms gripping the side of the mound the doe was on, completely lost in the desperate need to breed. She felt herself growing aroused, and lowered her hand to her mound and teased her fingers between her labia. She imagined what it would be like to be the doe. She'd be laid out there, her long orange tresses either hanging down or stuck to the mound. Her belly fur would grow thinner to the point it was all but invisible, but the rest of her white and yellow-striped fur would remain, streaked with green slime. Over time, the desperate lust-hazed look would fill her eyes until it was all that one could see. Her entire existence would be a cycle of rut after rut, filled with celkal eggs that would be birthed as larvae. Dozens, hundreds of animals would use her, and she'd love it all.

The tigress came powerfully, a yowl of her own filling the clearing. The climax had hit with no warning while she'd been imagining every step of the process that would make her like the doe, and she felt her legs tremble. She looked up to Dexter, who hadn't even noticed when she'd been masturbating or when she'd loudly climaxed. With a shake of her head, she turned to make her way back to camp, legs shaking the whole way.

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When Dexter finally came back from the nest, the sun was high in the sky, the light breaking through the canopy of leaves in small beams of light that illuminated the humid gloom of the forest. Ellie lay on her cot, panting, a toy left on the floor of the tent covered in her own pleasure, and lifted her head to offer the hybrid a weak smile. "How many times, shorkitty?"

Dexter stared at her for a few moments, uncomprehending, before shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Ah, not sure. At least a dozen. My nuts ache right now. Feel like I could sleep for a week." He flopped down onto his own cot and groaned. He laid there, motionless, for long enough that Ellie wondered if he'd passed out, but after a few moments he spoke. "So, you know that thing we talked about? You know. Uh."

Ellie furrowed her brow and rolled onto her side, delighting in the little puddle of dampness that soaked her thighs. "What thing? Kinda little hazy too. You're probably too tired to give me a real dick aren't you?"

Waving his hand in the air, Dexter stammered for a few moments, "You know. What if the mother was... ready. Looking. For another uh, incubator." He turned his head to fix his yellow eyes onto hers. "She was out. I saw her belly. It was green."

Ellie went completely still, a strange mixture of fear and excitement making her heart skip before starting to beat much faster than it had been. Ever since they'd met, she and Dexter had shared a fascination for creatures like the celkali. Things that co-opted the bodies of others to grow their young, or simply fed on hormones they produced. The two of them reinforced each other's fascination, and had taken more than a few risks before. It had been pure luck that he'd saved her from being dragged into a tapeslug nest, though both of them had ended up infested by the parasitic things for a while.

When they'd heard about a nest of celkali, they'd set out to find it. Both of them had wanted to see what they looked like up close, or maybe even find one of the breeders. Ellie had lost count just how many times she'd masturbated at the thought of being caught, but unlike the time with the tapeslugs or when she'd found a mummerfly, it wouldn't be a good idea.

Two nights ago, though, when they'd finally found the exact location of the nest, deep in the forests outside one of the southern colonies, Dexter had suggested a that she could go halfway. She could let the mother celkal lure her, fill her with a clutch of the golf-ball sized eggs and plaster her to a breeding mound. Before the eggs could be fertilized, Dexter would come and rescue her, and they could go back to the colony with a story of how it had happened 'accidentally'. So long as the eggs weren't fertilized, something that the seed of any male could do, none of the more drastic physical changes would happen. Ellie had agreed, not really thinking that it would really be possible. The likelihood that the nest would be at just the right size that it would need an incubator had been so slim that there was no real chance she'd find herself in that position.

"I... I don't know, Dex. What if something happens? What if you can't get to me and some wild animal takes a turn?" Ellie said in a hushed whisper. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew that a part of her wanted that exact fate. She wanted Dexter to let that happen, or maybe even to make it happen. Her life as she knew it would be over then, but it was still an exciting idea all the same.

"Oh come on, Ellie. We're all the way out here. Sure it's dangerous, but... come on. Tell me right now that you don't want to." Dexter rolled onto his side and gave her a pointed look. He knew full well that she wouldn't be able to deny it. "Besides... I mean... what if, right? It's part of the fun. The danger. Knowing that if something goes wrong... you'll go all the way. But it won't. I'll be there, I'll get you out of it. Listen, the mother's probably out there, looking for some other animal to join that doe. You won't get a chance like it ever again."

Ellie shuddered from head to toe, thinking of what would happen if Dexter couldn't get her out. If that happened, some animal would come along and bred her and seal her fate. She'd be doomed to end up like the doe, her lifetime spent in a cycle of birth and breeding. He was right, though. She'd end up wondering what might have happened if she'd taken the risk. After a few more moments of indecision, she nodded and said in a quavering voice. "Okay, okay. I... yeah, you're right. Just... make sure you're wearing your filter. I don't want you getting out of control. Let's go. Right now."

Dexter simply grinned in response, "Alright, then, lead the way."

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Barely half an hour later, Ellie found herself stepping out into the clearing where Dexter had last seen the celkali mother. When she saw the creature for the first time, she felt a rush of fear and excitement run through her. The mother looked almost exactly like the other celkali she'd seen that day, except that she was as tall as a stallion and half again as long. From the moment Ellie had left her tent, she'd wondered how she'd draw the mother's attention, but the instant that the tigress stepped out into the open, it was obvious that the mother knew. The creature reared up so that only half of its body was on the ground, and it towered over her, the head brushing the lower branches of a nearby tree. Her underside was a vibrant emerald green like Dexter had said, a clear indication that she was ready to claim a new incubator for her nest.

"Of course," she whispered, "You probably caught my scent. Been looking for me." She stole a glance behind her, where Dexter was standing and idly teasing at his vent with two fingers. Already the tips of this twin cocks were poking out of it. He gestured at her, and then touched his breathing mask, giving her a thumbs-up.

She looked back to the mother, who seemed... almost confused. It was like the creature couldn't figure out what Ellie meant to do. "Probably never even seen a biped," she murmured. The celkali mothers chose their new incubators by homing in on heat-scent. As soon as one found suitable prey, they would exude a cloud of pheromone and chemicals tailored to their chosen prey. Indeed, she saw a fine mist puff out from an unidentifiable nozzle-shaped organ at its head. It had sensed her, smelled her, and now it was trying to subdue her.

"I know what you want," Ellie murmured. All she'd have to do is take her filter mask off, and she'd be completely at the mother's mercy. "I'm here for you, that's fine..." She stepped a bit closer to the mother, who seemed to tense up. With her fingers shaking, she reached up and slipped the mask off, then drew in a deep breath.

The air was heavy with a sweet, pleasant scent, and the moment she became aware of it, she felt a deep arousal so strong that she fell to her knees. She understood almost immediately just how potent and effective the mother's lure was. "Oh oh... oh fucking hell, oh fuck..." she breathed, rolling over and looking away from the mother. Before she even knew it she was lifting her ass and letting out little groans and whimpers. Through it all, though, she realized that she could still feel the fear and the nervousness, the worry that if something went wrong, there would be no going back from what the mother did to her. The mixture of her arousal and that very real fear was absolutely divine.

No longer confused by the tigress position, the mother lowered herself to the ground and began to approach. Ellie could hear her moving slowly through the leaves and twigs on the ground, heard the rustling of the bushes as she approached. "Come on... come on..." she slurred. She understood how the doe must have felt, the animal mind confused and uncomprehending, unable to think of anything but finding a stag. The fear would only have come when it was too late, when the mother grabbed her and pulled her against its body, dosing her with the muscle relaxant in its slime until she couldn't fight anymore. That was going to be her, Ellie knew. When she looked up to the other end of the clearing, she saw Dexter beginning to stroke his cocks as he watched.

The mother was a looming presence, her body casting a shadow on Ellie. In that moment, she knew she could run, she could take herself out of the situation. All she had to do was move herself out of the reach of the mother, but she doubted she would be able push back the nearly overwhelming arousal for the few seconds of true clarity she'd need in order to escape.

And then the moment was past, and she felt the legs of the mother come down on either side of her, the slimy underbelly pressing against her back. Slime soaked into her fur and down into her skin. Four pairs of legs wrapped around her, the hard tips scraping her fur. She began to breathe rapidly, deep gulping gasps that drew in more and more of the arousing scent, and soon she was letting out excited little moans as the mother began to subdue her. An animal would have started to struggle almost immediately, but Ellie wanted this, and understood that there was no point to fighting. As she felt the slime start to reach skin beneath her fur, the tigress began to slump, her arms and legs no longer responding to her commands. So fast, she thought in wonder while more of the mother's legs pulled her in against its body.

The mother's legs were like short tentacles tipped with hard claw-like protrusions, and they didn't take long to immobilize her. A half-dozen on her lower legs, slowly prying them wide and smearing the limbs with more of the slime, the rest pinning her torso against the mother's body with her arms stuck at her sides. It all happened so much faster than she'd thought possible. In smooth motions, they guided her further down the mother's underbelly. Ellie winced and yelped as her breasts were dragged against the ground beneath her, the hard nipples made oversensitive in her excitement, but she didn't really care. The mother wasn't doing it out of any sense of malice; she just needed her new incubator in the right position.

With the bulk of the mother settled down as Ellie was guided to the proper position by those tentacle-legs, her sight of Dexter was blocked, but she had no doubt he was pawing himself with enthusiasm. That suspicion was confirmed as the mother's legs tensed and tugged her even harder against its body before rearing back up slightly so that Ellie was able to see that the hybrid was, indeed, pleasuring himself at the sight of her being subdued by the mother.

The mother's legs explored all over her body, the hard tips leaving furrows in Ellie's fur and leaving the yellow-striped fur smeared with green slime. Dimly, she knew that they were searching her body for the proper spots for the mother to bury her ovipostor and the feeding tube that would force her to swallow a slurry of hyper-nutritious goop. As a number of the mother's legs prodded and stroked, she felt two of them poke at her lips, prying open her muzzle. Two more soon joined them so they could hold her head still, jaw wide open, and Ellie's gasps and moans grew louder in the clearing.

Ellie's eyes met with Dexter's just as more of the mother's legs found her mound, the nearly imperceptible sensory organs on the tips tasting the honey of her arousal. He was obviously enjoying the sight of her being taken by the mother, his hands now stroking both his shafts enthusiastically. The first touch of the hardened tips of the mother's legs against her sex drew a hungry, needful cry from her. The mother's legs pried her labia wide, more of them finding positions at her perineum and her tailbase. She wished she could see herself like this, her sex spread open and on display, pink flesh glistening with her arousal as streaks of green coated it.

The mother grew still, preparing to start the process of filling its new incubator with a clutch of eggs. Ellie wanted to squirm, to struggle, to press herself against the mother's body more, but the creature's legs held her immobile, and the slime kept her body from responding to commands she gave it. In her lust-addled state, she watched Dexter masturbate as she was taken. It was then that she saw something strange that she couldn't understand. The bushes behind the hybrid had begun to move for some reason, as if there were an animal there, possibly lured by Ellie's cries. Dexter hadn't noticed though, lost in the pleasure of pawing as he watched his friend with the mother.

Ellie was going to make some sort of sound of warning, to tell the hybrid to be careful, that something was in the bushes, but all thoughts of it fled from her when something warm and thick began to press into her vagina. Smooth and slick, the mother's ovipostor had found its mark unerringly, the tapered tip easily prying her open. In the space between one moment and the next, her sound of warning became an ecstatic scream. She felt her inner walls pulsing and twitching as her body was rocked with a powerful orgasm, teased past the brink after the moments of teasing exploration.

Another thin tube slithered around her face, shoving into her mouth and coming to rest on her tongue near to her throat. The taste of the slick mucous that coated the organ was sour, foul and sweet all at the same time, and it made her stomach churn. Quickly, the tentacle-legs on her muzzle closed her mouth around the feeding tube, holding it closed. In that moment, she realized with dawning horror that the bushes behind Dexter weren't being moved by an animal approaching... the bushes themselves were moving.

Dexter was so focused on Ellie that he didn't hear the second mother moving behind him. Neither of them had ever heard of a nest with two mothers, though the only ones they'd ever seen had been in lab videos or zoo exhibits. It was understandable that they wouldn't have thought of it, and that oversight was their downfall. The positioning was perfect for the other mother to creep up on Dexter. As it reared up behind him, revealing its own bright green underbelly, it cast no shadow because the hybrid was facing the direction of the sun. The rustling of leaves around him was muted by Ellie's cries of pleasure, and he was completely and utterly focused on what was happening to the tigress.

A knot of terror formed within Ellie, but she could do nothing to warn Dexter. Her cries around the tube in her muzzle grew strident and panicked, but even to her ears she couldn't distinguish pleasure from fear in the sounds she made. Everything was about to go terribly wrong in a way neither she nor Dexter had imagined possible. He may have been wearing the filter mask that protected him from being affected by the aphrodisiac mist that surrounded him, but a heavy dose of the potent slime would overwhelm his inoculation against it as easily as Ellie's had been.

The single moment stretched out for what felt like an eternity, and Ellie watched with a fascinated sort of despair as the legs of the second mother came down on Dexter, grabbing at him. The look of intense excitement and curiosity in his eyes changed to surprised terror and understanding as he was pulled against the creature's slime-slick belly.

As Ellie's eyes locked to Dexter's, the mother's ovipostor shoved deeper into her, drawing out a cry from her around the feeding tube. She wanted to panic, to scream as she felt the organ slide deeper into her, but her arousal had been driven to an intensity far beyond rational thought. What had been the fulfillment of a deep shared fantasy between her and Dexter had become something that signified the end of both their lives as they knew it. Still, when the flexible organ began to pull out then shove back in, the tapered tip smearing slime inside her as it prodded and sought her cervix, she felt her excitement returning.

The panic in Dexter's eyes grew even more frantic as he struggled, but he was helpless as he was immobilized by both the mother's slime and the grasping legs. Some dimly analytical part of Ellie marvelled at just how strong the mother was. Dexter had the genetics of two apex predators within him, but he was still no match for her. It wasn't long before the mother that had him was prying at his mask, pulling away any form of defence. He tried to fight, to stop it, but it wasn't long before it was torn free. As she watched, she saw the terror in her friend's eyes slowly soften, replaced by the glazed hunger of extreme arousal.

Without warning, a glob of something thick and gelatinous was forced out of the feeding tube in her muzzle. It smeared against the roof of her mouth, somehow sticky and slick at the same time. The first glob was followed by a second, and Ellie whimpered when she felt another one slipping past her lips. It was going to force her to swallow the goop, and there was no way to stop it without choking. Feeling that terrible mixture of despair and now-unwilling arousal in her, she swallowed. The stuff was like a lump as it went down her gullet, and she was forced to keep swallowing lest it all get stuck.

Warmth radiated from Ellie's belly, and suddenly she wasn't as afraid anymore. Wasn't this something she'd fantasized about and masturbated to? Of really getting caught with no way out? It was what she'd been imagining less than an hour ago as she hammered a dildo into her cunt to hard that it had made her delightfully sore. She felt a sudden pain and a terrible pressure deep in her belly, and she knew that the mother's ovipostor had breached her womb.

There was a sudden yowl that drew Ellie's attention back to Dexter, and she squirmed as she saw the other mother pressing its ovipostor under the hybrid's tail. That, however, wasn't what made her eyes go even wider. Thin tendrils were pressing into Dexter's urethrae. The confusion and fear that fought against his own induced arousal was plain in his eyes. Soon the lips of wider tubes from which those tendrils had emerged were slipping over the head of both of the hybrid's cocks, and despite the obvious pain of the urethral invasion, he moaned as tight, slick warmth enveloped his shafts.

Something warm and slick pressed against Ellie's anus and she gurgled as a second ovipostor forced its way into her. If she'd been able to, she'd have fought against that invasion, but the relaxed ring of muscle was easily pried open. Tears welled up in the tigress' eyes even as she felt everything growing warmer and her thoughts grew jumbled. When the first of the mother's eggs began to spread her passage even wider, she came again, and despite knowing what it meant for her, she found herself wanting more of the slimy goop that kept coming out of the feeding tube. There was no stopping it, there was no way to keep the mother from making a new incubator for the nest, and she'd walked into it without a care.

There was pain again as the egg was forced past Ellie's abused cervix, and then she swore she could feel when the weight of that little sphere left the mother's ovipostor to be deposited within her womb. Her vision grew blurry as another egg swelled the ovipostor even as the one in her ass probed deeper into her than any male had ever been. She knew she should hate this, fear this, but in her rapidly-beating heart, she knew it was what she'd always really hoped would happen. She was being made into an incubator for the celkali's nest.

The realization that she and Dexter would both end up glued to a mound of hardened slime, and someday look as twisted as the doe that the nest had already claimed truly hit home when the second ovipostor swelled, signifying that the mother had begun to lay within her bowel as well as her womb. It wasn't a fantasy anymore, it was a looming and inescapable reality. She was going to end up just like the doe. She was reminded by a strangled and desperately pained yowling from Dexter that he would suffer something much worse as a male incubator. And yet, she realized, she knew that he'd wished for this as much as she had.

Ecstatic pleasure radiated from her loins in wave after wave. She felt her stomach aching from the sheer volume of slime, soon realizing that she couldn't take any more of it. Fire spread in her chest as the stuff began to back up, and she felt the slime fill her muzzle, little rivulets of the stuff leaking out of her muzzle. As if it knew what that meant, the mother withdrew the tube, but still held her muzzle still. Her belly tried to empty itself, but the substance was a half-solidified lump within her. She coughed reflexively, clearing as much from her throat as possible, and soon the clearing was filled with the sounds of her moans and yowls as one egg after another passed into both her womb and her bowel.

For a while, her entire existence was the sick, full feeling in her belly and what felt like climax after climax as the mother filled her body with its clutch. Even when her insides began to ache and throb with pain, the radiating waves of pleasure were unrelenting, and with each orgasm, she felt more of her mental resistance fading. Bizarrely, as her body was claimed there was a strange clarity that settled in. This is my life now. There's nothing more for me, she thought. An unending cycle of being filled with these eggs. My body's not mine anymore. It belongs to the celkali.

Just when the discomfort became a deep, throbbing pain that nearly overrode the induced pleasure, the mother withdrew its ovipostors. With their removal, Ellie felt a sense of loss and emptiness. It was only then that she realized that the light of day was fading. Her eyes focused on the second mother who had similarly finished the process of claiming Dexter. His belly was distended almost obscenely, and Ellie knew that if she could move her head, she'd see that her own looked the same. His cocks, though, they looked wrong to her. They were swollen, not the way an erection would look, but warped and striated with greenish veins, the tips oozing something that wasn't pre or semen. She should feel horror, she knew, and regret for her friend, but what was the point? The only hope either of them had was that some random stranger found them before the final step of their transformation.

The mother's legs began to guide Ellie farther down its body, and she felt the slick underbelly against her back as she reached the relative middle of the creature's body. The mother arched the centre of her body off the ground and lowered her front to the leaf-strewn ground, then began to move. Carrying me to where her other incubator is, of course.

The mother's movement was slow and deliberate, and with every moment an insistent and strange sort of desire grew within her. It felt different than before, but was no less intense. As she was carried toward the nest, her swollen belly dragged on the ground, a couple sticks and rocks scraping through her fur to the flesh beneath.

Ellie's thoughts went to the lovers she'd had. How wonderful it had been to feel them pressing into her, then slamming into her over and over. How sometimes she'd even climaxed when a thick cock had been driven into her aching ass. Her pussy walls clenched as she understood what was happening. She was wanting to be bred again, she wanted to be fucked. She wanted a dick in her, to fill her, to spill seed in her. Even knowing that it would be the last and most irreversible step of the process, that it would activate and fertilize the eggs in her and cause them to induce her body to change further, she wanted cock more than she'd ever wanted it before.

It was dark by the time she felt her body being spun over so that her belly was up against the mother's. She felt hardness on her back, and something slick soaking through her fur, clinging to her skin. We should have noticed there were more mounds, came another idle thought. There was a sensation of a dozen small bodies all over her. The males? she thought, and knew it to be correct, though she could see little. She felt her head tilted back and her head pressed to the mound and stuck there. By the morning, when the slime had fully worn off, she would be sealed to the mound. She felt the celkali males pulling her legs out and up, baring her loins to the air, and strands of hardening slime held them in place. Her thoughts once again turned to those of being bred, and she wasn't even aware of it when consciousness ended.

Warmth on her face and a strange snuffling sound was what woke Ellie from the fitful sleep. Opening sleep-gummed eyes, she felt her stomach drop. None of it had been a dream, a nightmare, but she'd known that already. Her belly was a throbbing, pulsing mass stretched out with the volume of the eggs inside her. Gone were the jumbled thoughts and the effects of the celkali mother's slime, and all that remained was the maddening lust of unnatural heat. It threatened to overwhelm her with its intensity, made all the worse by the fact that she could think through everything clearly.

The sun's rays had found a spot through which to shine their light directly on Ellie's face, and she saw from her upside-down perspective that there were two other mounds. One was the doe, and her trumpeting cries began within moments, the sounds of one of her species in heat. The trapped tigress knew that it would be one of the only noises that would be part of her life from that point on. On the other pile was Dexter, and it was her sight of him, a dear friend, in the same trouble that she was in, that made her begin to cry.

This was where she'd been afraid to end up, and yet it was exactly where her fantasies had led her. It was all so real now, and there was not a hope in hell that anyone would get to either her or Dexter before some animal found one of them and began to fuck. The snuffling became a snorting that grew louder, and Ellie let out a terrified moan. Moments later, the low body of a wild boar came into sight, hooves covered in mud and worse, wiry fur covering the huge body and a foul animal must wafting from it. The porcine snout glistened as it approached and she could see every part in detail. No, not this one, don't make this one the first, she wanted to scream, but all that came out was a slurred, desperate moan.

Why not, though? You want cock, you want it in you. Even now you want to be filled with cum, don't you? The voice in her mind told her. All your life you've put yourself in positions where something like this was inevitable. The danger, the terrible price of a mistake, they were what you wanted too. The snuffling and sniffing continued, and as it walked out of her field of view, she saw the thin, corkscrew shape of the boar's penis poking out of its sheath. The sight of it made her pussy ache and begin to literally dribble with her excitement. Yes, she wanted it, she wanted to be fucked, and she knew that part of the reason had nothing at all to do with what had happened. Because, helpless and trapped in the inevitability of her transformation into a celkali incubator, she was free to embrace her fate.

She heard the snuffling somewhere near her feet, hung limply free with her upper legs glued to the mound. Moments later she felt the wet warmth of the boar's snout at her mound, and the huffing breaths and snorting made her scream one long low sound of mingled despair and desperate desire. It was no surprise to her when she heard a squeal and felt the boar rear up. Dirty hooves came down on either side of her swollen belly, the surfaces scraping the stretched skin and making a strange squishing noise on the mound beneath her.

There was no preamble, no desperate fumbling, just the thrusting of hips as the boar tried to fuck. She could feel the thin shape of the animal's penis poking and prodding, missing the mark again and again as it tried to rut his most unusual sow mate. By the sixth or seventh jab, Ellie found herself begging for it to find its mark. When it finally did, slipping into her, she let out a new mewling squeal. Within that sound was everything that she felt. This was the end of her life as she knew it, the tipping point toward one that she'd dreamed of and dreaded for years. There was something truly wrong with it, she knew, but all the same she knew there would no longer be any fear or uncertainty. She had a place in this nest's life cycle.

The boar let out a trumpeting squeal of triumph as he sank his penis into her passage. To the creature, this strange sow was loose and wide, and the sounds she made were foreign and confusing. But her scent said he had to breed her, told him that he had found a place to sire a litter of piglets, and he was doing what was natural to him.

Seconds passed like an eternity for Ellie. The boar was fucking with a predictably single-minded determination, but his thin cock wasn't being stimulated enough for a quick finish. Every single second that ticked by, though, brought her closer to that terrible, final step. The only mercy for her was that the mound where Dexter had been laid didn't have him facing this humiliating breeding. The animal grunting and hot, sour breath of the boar spilled over her distended belly as he rutted her. Eventually, though, the jerking of his hips grew erratic and he trumpeted out his triumph as he began to fill her with his seed.

Ellie screamed. She could feel that heat inside her, knowing that she'd be able to feel it every time some animal filled her with a new load, every time her brood had more nourishment and genetic material to corrupt. The boar's volume of strange semen was multiplied by the same false sow-scent that he'd drawn into his lungs, and he had left over a quarter litre within her as he finished. Ellie moaned, though, when she felt something new, something she hadn't thought of. She remembered then just what porcines left after breeding. As globs of thick mucous spurt from his cock and merged to form a thick plug, its volume also enhanced. As the boar tugged out of her, she felt a huge, fist size lump holding her passage open a few inches in. For the next day or so it would prevent any other male from helping Ellie's clutch develop, but the deed was done.

Ellie moaned. The mental images she'd conjured up in her excitement when this had been a theoretical thing, when it had been fantasy, returned to her now. Her organs altered for efficiency, diaphragm pushed up, lung volume down, everything below her ribcage repurposed for the purposes of her new life. Her luxurious yellow-striped white fur matted and streaked with glistening slime. The dried spend of male after male crusted on the fur around her holes and drooling out of them to mingle with the constant lubrication excreted by the eggs inside her. She imagined that massive belly, stretched taut and wide enough that the fur would look thin. It was all going to happen. How long before her mind snapped and she was as mindless as the doe? It didn't matter, though, she understood. None of her concerns or fear mattered anymore.

She felt a smile curl onto her lips. It wasn't so bad. It really wasn't. She was something new now, and what was out there for her now? Her best and truest friend was only metres away. Work and drudgery and nothing else, a constant yearning for obscene and strange things she may never have had the courage to embrace fully. No, this was better. Maybe I've snapped already, Ellie thought.

She was dimly aware of more males that came for her, and because of the thick plug in her sex, they used her ass. She remembered the pain of the knot of an old wolf as it tied her. Strangely, she thought she remembered someone on two hooved feet looking into her eyes and saying something she didn't quite understand before he went over to Dexter. She watched as the equine rutted Dexter, drawing out strangled howls of pain as he didn't even try to be gentle, grabbing and slapping the hybrid's cocks roughly as he did. He'd been wearing a filter mask! He'd not even tried to rescue the two of them. Indeed, he'd sparked in Dexter the same changes that her own body would go through. And then she knew nothing at all.

Days passed, an unending cycle of animals breeding their strange and twisted mates. Many of them would end up prey for the celkali, the haze of post-climax leaving them vulnerable. Ellie came to understand she was more than just a brood-sack for her nest (when had she started to think of it as her nest?), and that filled her with a perverse sense of pride that she was helping the nest sustain itself in more ways than one.

There was no sense of time, though she was fairly certain the equine that had come to use Dexter had used her a few times. She remembered hearing him scream every few days, agonized sounds that faded off into moans of pleasure. He seemed to favour using her anus, though after some point it didn't matter; she would find herself climaxing multiple times when being used. Suddenly, though, there was something different happening. The brood within her was moving more enthusiastically, and she knew it was time for her brood to be born. The last little part of her conscious thought felt fear, because she knew that after that, she truly would be no more than the doe was.

Pressure. Strong and fierce. New muscles had seemingly grown, and she could feel them rippling and squeezing. She felt a yowl pealing from her throat as the pressure began to grow, only dimly aware that she had been making that noise for hours. Light faded away and came back while Ellie felt the strange full-abdomen contractions rock her body, and the pressure grew even heavier. Her passages blazed with need, but nothing had come to use her for what felt like forever.

The pressure grew, and she felt something the size of a fist pressing outward from within her bowels, and something similar within her sex. The pressure grew maddening, and then she screamed as a huge, wriggling thing was born from her rear, and another began to crown from her much more typical birthing canal. As the first slipped free, it was like the pain and pressure and fear all coalesced into one single emotion. Bliss. Helpless, inescapable bliss. When the next two of her brood started to press out of her, the pain came again, but she wasn't as afraid of it anymore. She wanted more of that bliss, that ecstasy.

There was an understanding in her then. Each one of her babies that was born would sear her new purpose into the core of her soul. Each release of whatever chemical or hormone brought by birthing one of the celkali forged new pathways in her brain. Each one of her beautiful brood brought her closer, made her forget more of who she had been. She didn't need those anymore. This was her entire life, her entire purpose, and it was all she needed.

The incubator didn't know its name by the time the fifth pair of celkali were born. A few more drew away any knowledge of what a name was. And as the last of its brood slipped free, the incubator knew that it was home. It was where it had to be, where it had always been. A life of unending pleasure and pain free of fear or uncertainty.

In the clearing, there were three incubators for the celkali nest. After a few years, it would be hard to tell any of them apart.