Last Act (part 1)
Copyright 2007 The Minstrel, all rights reserved, yadda yadda yadda
Subject matter: insect, canine, breeding, M/F, NC (sort of), vore (hinted at)
Silently moving along the larger tree branches of the dense tropical forest, a glossy black shape surveyed the area with lidless multifaceted eyes. She hunted. Like so many times before her keen eyes filtered living from non-living and focused on the jungle floor below, antennae twitching as she tasted the air. Unlike other hunts however she sought a different kind of 'prey'. Her sisters, the loose knit tribe of warriors who shared a communal nest, had already left to find their mates; all farewells were said with the understanding that this would be the last time they would see each other. None would return from the egg-laying season. It was the crowning achievement of their lives and they went with much pride and honor to their final act.
A rare hint of breeze carried along a new scent to the warrior's sensitive antennae and she swivelled her head in the direction of the breeze, mandibles working silently for a moment on the otherwise expressionless face. A foreign scent yet unmistakably male, probably a visitor to the valley that ignored the local superstitions that kept most of the native tribes away. That this male was not of her kind was of no consequence. Males of her species were more legend than reality these days and the tribes had adapted to the overwhelmingly female population by producing eggs that did not need to be fertilized. Male sperm carried the hormones that triggered ovulation but that was one of only two things required by a male for the continuation of the species. Lowering to all sixes she moved through the thickly grown tree branches oblivious to the evening downpour - the jungle's nightly act of replenishing.
The rain washed the scent away, but she no longer needed it. She knew from whence the wind had carried that trace of her quarry through the tightly packed trees and she followed her instincts along the pathway made by the huge spreading branches that linked tree to tree.
She did not have to travel far.
In one of the few clearings that could be found in this section of the jungle, the canine had made camp. The fire that had apparently been burning brightly before was now a sodden mess of ash and soaked wood that refused to stay lit. He had surrendered to the elements and the remains of his evening meal could be seen on the grill of his portable camp stove. The canine himself, a breed of dhole if his coloration was correct, was just crawling into one of the two pup tents that were staked down to the bare rock - the reason this clearing existed at all. The additional tent did not disturb the insect; foreigners rarely came alone into her jungle and there had been many occasions where these creatures and her kind openly studied each other. True communication had proved impossible thus far due to a completely different manner of speaking. These mammals it seemed used their mouths to communicate with one another in addition to eating and grooming. How strange it must be to not be able to talk and eat at the same time!
She could not find any scent of the other or others that shared this camp with the male other than the lingering residue of a female of his species, gone for over an hour her senses told her. She proceeded down the trunk of the tree to the lee of the males tent, quietly and carefully making not a sound as her multi jointed feet/legs gripped the gnarled bark. She found the floor of the forest and slipped behind the great tree trunk, staying still in a way that only insects can while waiting for the male to be safely in deep slumber. Lightning flashed causing the oily opalescence of her carapace to gleam in it's light and she silently cursed the storm that was likely to keep her male awake. Indeed, as she listened attentively she could make out the sound of his stirring as the thunder and heavy pattering of the rainwater on his tent kept sleep elusive for him for a time.
It was nearly an hour later before she ventured into the camp. The rain still fell but lighter now, its constant patter more soothing than punishing and the thunder having passed beyond the far ridge of the mountains that surrounded this secluded valley jungle. Antennae twitched this way and that looking for any sign of the male's absent partner; it would not do for her to be disturbed now, not when she was so very close to her life's crowning achievement. She listened carefully for several minutes. The rain must have caused the male's companion to seek shelter elsewhere until it let up enough for safe traveling. She peeked into the mesh of her chosen mate's tent to find him fast asleep breathing slowly and quietly. He was tucked into his sleeping bag but the zipper was undone with one hindpaw sticking out and most of half of his body uncovered on the side facing the zipper as well. The heat was apparently a discomfort to the canine. He had shed all of his clothing in an attempt to beat the humid heat of the jungle and even in his sleep he was panting softly.
If a smile were possible for her kind she would definitely have been doing so. This would make things a bit easier. She did not open the tent flaps just yet but moved in front of the mesh and curled her wasp-like abdomen so that the end of it pointed into the tent and opened her cloaca to release a spray of her breeding pheremones. She then stepped to the side of the tent and peered inside with her triangular mantis-like head to see the inevitable effects. After a few minutes the The dhole turned over in his sleep and licked hys lips giving a soft whine. His member slipped out of his sheath under the influence of the heavy aphrodesiac and he stirred restelessly from one side to the other looking uncomfortable until finally he ended up on one side with his paws between his thighs pressing against his sheath and member in his sleep. He was ready, and lost in some lust induced dream.
She moved in front of the tent opening again and this time unzipped it all the way very slowly, backing into it careful to keep her sets of legs on either side of the aroused canine. When her 'tail' was near his panting muzzle she sprayed her pheremones again, but this time added some of the poison from her stinger into the air he breathed in, causing him to relax almost immediately with its sedative effects. Once she was sure he was properly subdued she rolled him over onto his back and turned around to shadow his prone form with hers. She hummed softly looking over the male and curled her abdomen to stroke her open cloaca over his groin feeling the hard member against her sensitive membranes. A low buzzing started to sound in her thorax as she caressed his shaft coating it in a pheremone-rich slime that served excite both of them all the more, though in his present condition the dhole could only touch his phantom lover in his dreams. Reluctantly she shifted forward a little bit for better angle. She could not dally like she wished; the rains would be stopping soon and the canine's partner might return before she was finished.
Her abdomen curled further seating the dhole's tip into her slippery opening and then she pushed her 'tail' down onto his shaft burying him in her cool depths. She hummed louder at the sensation of his warm member inside of her and instinctively her inner muscles began to massage and milk the spike as she thrust her tail up and down the canine's rock hard shaft. The pleasure was unmistakable and she wondered that she had not done this before egg laying season with a male. For his part the dhole moaned and panted in his delirium feeling the oddly cool passage stroking him towards his desperately needed release. She felt the oncoming climax far too soon and simply pressed herself onto his cock enveloping the entirety of it including his knot and held her 'tail' still, though the inner muscles continued their relentless massage of the sedated dhole's member. Even taking these measures she could not hold back much longer and a loud buzz burst from her as she pressed hard onto him when her orgasm hit holding very still while her inner muscles spasmed rhythmically along his length. It didn't take but a few seconds later that the dhole's gift of life was flowing into her in hot spurts that were carried deep inside to where her dormant eggs were waiting. She milked him for a time listening to the whines of pleasure while reveling in her own extecy. She held him like that inside her until his knot started to deflate and she was sure that he had nothing left to give, and then her stinger emerged and she poked it into his perineum, silencing him forever. The poison seeped through him quickly paralyzing him in a matter of seconds. She lowered her head to the canine's face and began to feed, fulfilling his other purpose in mating by giving the eggs their first nourishment.
The meat was sweet, too sweet for her tastes, but she was responding to instincts that demanded her full obeisance. She left only his bones with stray bits of flesh clinging to them. Even the blood was mostly gone when she had finished. Her antennae twitched as she noted that the rain had stopped. The male's partner would likely be returning soon. She hurriedly closed all the flaps of the tent and climbed up the trunk of the nearest tree to wait, her abdomen heavy with eggs and her latest meal.
To be continued...
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