FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Hidden Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Ark1456

Pink and orange light filled the sky, painting with majestic colors otherworldly and expansive. The rocks below were a rich, coppery red formed into massive natural monuments. Spires, arches, stacked stones... The rains were few and far between, but when they came they had colossal power. It was a beautiful landscape, but it was particularly majestic as one of its binary suns set, leaving the smaller of the two to provide warmth and light. Signus 949 never truly got dark, at least on the surface.

The buggy hummed as it lumbered along the landscape, leaving tread marks in the rust colored dirt. The explorers had been traveling for almost seven hours. They had checked on perimeter relay stations, ensuring that the constant stream of data about the planetary weather and astronomical data went back to base, but it was merely because they were in the neighborhood. Their true mission was to research Olympus Sans, the largest volcano on Signus.

Alex and Fargo gazed up at the massive formation as they approached, blue and green eyes studying the structure. The sensor maps had revealed an incredibly complex network of lava tubes moving all through the volcano, rising up to the very top where the densest lava cap they had ever seen had formed. Despite the caps at the top, the tunnels themselves seemed to be hollow. It was a most peculiar and most amazing find, something worthy of exogeologists. The two scientists had leapt at the chance.

The buggy rolled to a stop at the base of Olympus and the scientists were quick to get out. The air on Signus was breathable, a relief that both men appreciated. Alex's blond hair was tied back into a short ponytail that was almost as sun bleached as his white environment suit. Fargo, however, had short black hair worked into slight spikes. Their gear was loaded into backpacks and the two started their walk, moving up the gradually increasing slope of the mountain.

"If the probes really did find a way in, we could be walking into a death trap you know." Fargo murmured.

"The area is completely stable. There couldn't have been a volcanic reaction in the last eight hundred years." Alex said, trying to calm his associate.

"Exactly... The volcano was perfectly sealed. More than that, the lava tubes were all completely empty? That points to one thing... gaseous displacement. Sulfur monoxide and a thousand other deadly gasses filling those tunnels, keeping them empty." Fargo replied. Alex shrugged.

"And here I went and forgot my mina birds." Alex replied before he tapped a small oval on his chest, "IASA didn't spend thousands of dollars to develop a catch-all safety sensor just so we could stumble blindly into deadly gasses. If its dangerous, we'll get out of there and warn the others." Alex replied. Fargo took a breath but forced himself to admit the only alternative was seven hour drive back. The two moved up the side of the mountain, finding their way to the small cave that the probes had picked up. The cave entrance had been disturbed far more recently by flash rains a few months back, washing out the cover stones.

With a click, Alex and Fargo's flashlights came on, shining into the depths. Alex moved in, advancing without fear, leaving Fargo to take a deep breath and follow after. The two moved in deeper and deeper, the first humans to enter Olympus Sans, or any volcano on Signus. Their lights moved over rock, their eyes well trained in their field. They noticed patches of quartzite that fit perfectly with volcanic geology, but to their surprise they saw a lot more siltstone and limestone than they had expected. Alex moved over, producing a vial from his pocket, scraping the material in for a sample.

"If the tunnels at this altitude are getting regularly flooded, we may have to think the colony location and move base camp to a higher plateau." Alex murmured. Fargo's brow furrowed.

"The studies were incredibly complete... I double checked them myself. This stone has to be from an ancient sea, there's no way it could be recent, it-" Fargo stopped as he watched how easily Alex etched into it, dropping a vial into a portable scanner. The numbers dated the formation as being merely a few hundred years old. Fargo didn't bother to finish his sentence, falling into silence. The two began venturing deeper and deeper, finding their way around.

Minutes passed, both geologists finding various attributes to fascinate them. Their backpacks grew heavier and their sample cases filled. The two put aside their differences, exchanging ideas and theories, discussing ancient seas and possible animal life, trying to figure out what could have led to the mud like coating in the magma tubes. It challenged everything they knew, but none of those mental challenges prepared them for what they came across next.

A flashlight beam glanced it, a glimpse of blue. Fargo's curiosity was peaked. The stones around them were all red and brown. Had he seen a thunder egg? A crystal? The light came back, revealing much more blue as well as green, orange, yellow and red... but it wasn't stone, the colors were from pigment spread across the walls in tiny figures, large shapes, markings and runes... They were cave paintings.

"Oh my god..." Fargo whispered.

"Now are you glad we came?" Alex asked, pulling his backpack off, moving quickly to open it up. He pulled out a camera and an auto-mount, lining it up along the edge of the floor. Fargo gazed at the drawings, depicting blue people moving away from the volcano, fire and lighting coming from it... and drawn at the center of the volcano was a curled up winged form, looking like some sort of insect. As Alex activated his auto-mount, a long pole shot out, piercing into the stone ground. Alex grinned wide... but his smile soon faded as he heard a high pitched sound, then the chirps of the sensors on their chests.

"I TOLD YOU!" Fargo groaned, trying to pull his shirt up over his nose in futile effort. Alex scooped up the materials quickly.

"Well, maybe once it vents we'll be able to come back..." Alex murmured.

"If not, you cost us the find of a lifetime! The toxins might just etch away the drawings!" Fargo said, storming back toward the entrance.

"Listen, what more do you want me to say? I am sorry... But at least it can't get any wo-" Alex was unable to finish his sentence. The ground crackled and collapsed beneath them, sending the two scientists tumbling down. They landed in another lava tube, sliding down the rocky, hard surface. The tube filled with dust, the rush of sulfurous gasses running past them. Even worse, their disturbing of the lava tube caused more rocks to collapse and come rolling after them.

The two geologists rolled and flipped, buffeting down before they were spit out into a larger chamber. The rocks came after them, pelting and hitting them before enough had collected at the end of the lava tube to choke it out, the nasty smell dying away slowly. Fargo and Alex were strewn on the floor, laying motionlessly for some time before Fargo pushed himself up and checked his chest. The sensor had returned to yellow, indicating the air was unpleasant but survivable.

"Fucking marvelous." Fargo whispered, his green eyes trying to adjust to the pitch black. In the darkness, he noticed a faint glow near by. He crawled over and dug through the pieces of stone before uncovering his flashlight, though some of the diodes had died, leaving it at only partial light. Fargo shone it around and moved over, helping Alex up. Alex groaned and climbed out of the rocks he had landed in, brushing himself off.

"Okay, I was wrong on all counts..." Alex murmured.

"Well, I'll be inclined to forgive you once we get out of here. Let's just get something to eat before we figure out an escape strategy." Fargo said. Alex reached for his pack, but his hands brushed nothing but his uniform. Alex paled softly, turning to look around at the filled in tube they'd fallen through.

"That... might be a problem." Alex said. Fargo's eyes widened before his head tipped back.

"And you get mad at me for being a fatalist." Fargo groaned.

"At least when we die, you'll have the pleasure of being right." Alex said bitterly, pulling off the safety scanner from his chest. He flipped open the back and set it from searching for deadly toxins to searching for useful elements. He began wandering around, watching the display slowly turn blue before turning black again, homing in on it like a compass. Before long he got a fix.

"What are you doing?" Fargo grumbled.

"I found water up ahead... We can at least rehydrate." Alex explained, leading on again. Fargo followed along for a bit before he decided to pass the time with a bit of talking.

"The drawings on the wall seemed to have a lot of insect symbology. I wonder if the natives thought about the tunnels as being like tunnels in an ant hive." Argo said. Alex chuckled.

"And a little while ago, we didn't even know there had been natives." Alex said. Fargo actually smiled a bit at that.

"Blue people, just like the movie files back home." Fargo said, "At least if we die, they'll find our bodies down here and realized we stumbled onto all this." Fargo said. It was Alex's turn to grin.

"Hey, we got upgraded to if. That's an improvement." Alex replied.

"You found us some water... I may be a fatalist, but I still go based off the facts." Fargo replied. The two made their way through the magma chamber, following twists and turns before they felt the air get more humid, the temperature rising a bit. Fargo shone his light ahead and it glittered off the surface of a pond. Alex smiled wider at that, unzipping his uniform, pulling it down around his shoulders. Fargo's eyes widened, "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, I was just in a cave in. I'm covered in dust. I'm going to wash off. It's also a hot spring from the way it feels. Minerals will help my muscles relax, soothe my aches." Alex said, dropping his pants to the floor. Fargo blushed a bit. Even in the dim light, his eyes were drawn to the ample, rounded ass of his co-worker. It was so muscled and firm. Fargo forced himself to look somewhere else.

"What if... there's stuff?" Fargo murmured. Alex shrugged.

"Wouldn't your alarm be going off then?" Alex asked. Fargo considered for a moment before he nodded, pulling the safety sensor off of his chest. He took it over and set it down on the edge of the pond before he tried to prop the flashlight up, bouncing it off the water to try and light the room as much as possible. He looked around, taking it all in.

The water came flowing in from a crevice in the wall at the far end of the kidney shaped pool, filling it up before apparently draining out somewhere else. Whatever geothermal currents were left in the volcano had apparently heated the water up to just below body temperature. Alex moved to the edge of the pool and braced himself to climb in, though he slid off his underwear at the last moment. Fargo stopped right where he was, staring for a long moment. He watched his partner advance, stepping in.

"Woah, the water's all silky..." Alex murmured, feeling his foot slide into it more like slime than water. He moved it around, the goo almost as thick as syrup... but it still felt amazing, "Dude, you have to try this." Alex said, wading deeper and deeper into the pool. Fargo looked at his safety sensor anxiously, but it hadn't chirped or alerted them to any danger. He took a breath and started to strip.

Despite being afraid of so much, Fargo's arms were covered in tattoos of interlocking geometric shapes in a dark purple ink. The pattern was rather beautiful, especially on a well muscled arm. He stripped down to his underwear and then removed that as well, feeling a bit proud that he was uncut while his co-worker was not. He stepped forward, stretched a foot out and lowered it. His eyes widened as he felt how thick the pond water was, but for one time in his life, his yearnings overwhelmed his fears... It was the first time he'd ever gone skinny dipping.

Fargo advanced step by step, descending into the pool until he was a little more than waist deep, the goo leaving a syrupy line just below his navel, sticking to the black hairs there. Fargo's cock swayed back and forth, the warm goo feeling so inviting. The currents massaged him and soon his manhood started to firm, swelling and bloating, lifting away from his body into a true erection. Thankfully it was too dark to see.

"Nice, there's a ledge here..." Alex said, sitting down on the rock outcropping, letting the goo rise up to his collar bone. He spread his arms out across the edge, tipped his head back and closed his eyes, taking a good soak in it all. Fargo moved around the other edge of the pool, taking up a position across from Alex. His distance came for many reasons. He didn't want Alex to se e his erection, but even more he wanted to sear the image of Alex skinny dipping into his memory for ever. A the very least it would be good blackmail material.

Finding a ledge of his own, Fargo settled down, closing his eyes, taking deep breaths. The fluid felt amazing overt his body, soothing his cuts, soaking his tired muscles and bones. It was practically a spa treatment after a third of a day driving across bumpy terrain. The two closed their eyes and listened to the sound of the waterfall, taking in the peaceful experience... though it wouldn't have been so peaceful if Fargo's security sensor hadn't been damaged in the fall.

The sensor tried desperately to warn the humans, the screen fizzling as the liquid crystal display leaked out across the cracks. The speaker was even further gone, unable to alert the men to the biological threat while Alex's sensor had been switched over to finding the pool in the first place. Neither was prepared for what was to come, or what started so innocuously.

The syrupy pond water was so slick against their bodies that the current, the ebb and flow back and forth felt alien on its own. It was enough to mask the particulate flowing into the pool through the cracks, seeking out the carbon dioxide the humans were emitting. Microscopic larva swam into the pool, accompanied by slightly larger translucent brown jelly eggs. The pond was getting thicker and thicker with them, the larva swimming over to the strange intruders... the first life they had encountered in so many hundreds of years.

Alex was the first to feel a bit of an itch on his skin, but he passed it off as the dust from the avalanche. In tingled and tickled across his body, the microscopic larva burrowing in. They were barely larger than his strands of DNA, and they found their way there quickly. The eggs were a bit larger, something Alex felt, inhaling softly as his urethra opened up a bit in the water.

His eyes widened and he reached for his sensor, remembering he had set it to find only helpful things, but before he could grab it his muscles started to seize. Alex couldn't even grunt, going stiff in the water, his body rigid and his muscles tight. The sloshing wasn't enough to alert Fargo who was losing himself to the sensations as well. Fargo nearly moaned as his nipples tingled, his abs, his arms, his cock... oh lord did his cock feel good.

Fargo knew Alex was right there, that he was no doubt watching, but he couldn't resist himself. He had to risk jacking off... but as he tried to move his arm, he failed. Panic filled his face. He tried to move his other arm, his legs, anything... but there was no response. He was paralyzed. Only his lungs seemed to function, and those only barely. The two men were trapped up to their necks in the syrupy water, water that was starting to wriggle and move more of its own accord, washing over them.

What had started as an itching and tingling became more intense, spreading through them like a fever. There was no blame, no yelling, no grunts. Both men sat in utter shock, unable to move, held captive to the sensations moving over their bodies. The liquid no longer felt therapeutic, it felt like a fluid coffin coating them, waiting for them to sink beneath it and be unable to get up... but that wasn't what it wanted at all.

Fargo felt dizzy, feverish and stiff... but one thing hadn't changed, the arousal in his shaft. He could feel it pulsing in reverse, almost as if it was taking the liquid in... The tingling was all over the surface, but then he did manage a slight gasp. It felt as if his erection was growing again... He could feel it move, the only part of him that could... Stretching, thickening, well past its original design. It slipped up through the water, curving a little under its own weight... and then the surface of the water parted.

The cock head emerged like the Loch Ness monster, the round head coated in caramel like slime... but even the slime couldn't account for the color. Fargo was forced to watch his own cock changing, darkening from creamy peach to brown and then ultimately black. The flesh seemed to harden as if the goo was crystallizing over it, but it was more than that. Cracks started to form, segmenting the cock. The edges of the mushroom shaped head grew firmer, more pointed. The tip pushed out as it firmed up into a tear drop shape.

At first Fargo thought his cock was dying, wilting away, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. It was developing a protective coating, almost like an exoskeleton. The interlocking segments, the bumps and ridges, they were insectoid in nature... and the cock was getting huge. Fargo had been so taken aback by its surfacing that he didn't account for the length of his abdomen, how far it had to stretch to arrive, but now he watched as it swelled longer, the chitinous armor cracked and reformed thicker, and the advancing head.

Unable to move, the natural curvature of the insectoid phallus brought it right to his lips, and then in. It was an unusual sensation as it passed his lips, feeling warm and thick but like hot glass. It was frictionless, slippery, oddly ductile... He could exert pressure, though eh didn't want to... and yet at the same time it was part of him, an extension of him. Fargo felt like he would have been able to restrain himself under most circumstances, but something else was at play, the fever... It cooked his brain and soon he started to suck and slurp, more of his muscles working.

His brain feebly tried to determine why selective parts of his body worked... His eyes, his lungs. His tongue hadn't worked before the cock slid in. It was too specific, too selective to be a mere chemical reaction. Fargo sucked on his cock helplessly as he thought back tot he cave drawings, to the drawing of the volcano with the bug in it. He wondered if the insects had been real, if the aliens had fled because of them, if the drawings had been a warning... of just what was happening now.

Fargo's eyes darted over to Alex, realizing his friend was in the same predicament he was, slurping away on a chitinous black cock... But the vantage point offered another perspective. Fargo could see Alex's change was progressing faster. His shoulders were turning brownish black and hard, the skin solidifying and growing into plates. It came up past his shoulders into spikes on either side. The brown crept down his arms over his biceps and triceps, the skin remaining more flexible around the elbow before thickening across his forearms again.

Alex blinked, trying to remain focused but the heat in his head, in his body was too much. He hated the hot springs, he hated his foolishness and his ideas. It was all his fault, his fault that it was happening to them... He looked across the pool, his vision going fuzzy, watching Fargo change before his very eyes. His chest had grown black and smooth, his skin becoming uniform as it hardened, giving only the vague impression of pectoral muscles. It looked like brilliant armor made of the best obsidian, but it was far more than that... but Alex had no more time to contemplate his partner as new pain ripped through his body.

It started out feeling like the most intense growing pain of his life, starting at his hips and working down his legs. The pain was greatest in his knees, but his legs burned all over. While most of his body felt tougher, sturdier, and more resilient with the exoskeleton, his legs felt frail and so feeble that they were deteriorating. In a way it was true. The flesh sunk down into valleys along the legs, the skin and bone moving out of the way. The pain came from the fact that his bones were splitting in two, his joints resegmenting. The valleys deepened from both sides, reaching through his flesh before they met in the middle.

Alex got a vague sense of movement from his legs, first his left and then his right... and then another left. His legs had split into two and the muscles were adjusting. His hips shifted, his groin sliding up higher as his lower section became more complex. This had the side effect of pushing the cock further into his mouth, nearly down the back of his throat.

Just as Alex had gained an extra pair of legs, so too had Fargo. Hi s breathing had intensified, his legs bobbing around in the slime... but as soon as he had started to adjust to the concept of extra legs, his body jumped into more changes. He groaned around his cock, feeling his ass begin to swell. It felt firm and hard, almost like he'd broken his tailbone. The comfortable, familiar cleft of his ass cheeks seemed to disappear, replaced with an ominous solidity.

His former ass had become nothing more than a mound, a growing mound at that. It swelled outward, fattening and lengthening, remaining as wide as his hips but becoming so much longer. The growth pushed him off the pool ledge, forcing him toward the water. Fargo's heart skipped several beats. He was still paralyzed. This was it, this was the end. He was going to go face first into the pond and drown.

As Fargo's ass grew into a gaster, thickening and curving, the change in position pulled his insect cock out of his mouth. A rush of brown goo came dribbling out, but Fargo's lips tightened and pushed apart. Fargo felt something squirming around before his lips widened and two black mandibles began pushing out, spreading his mouth wider. As strange, creepy and exhilarating as it was, Fargo was still focused on his forward advance to a watery grave. He closed his eyes and focused on his own survival, willing every part of his body to cooperate... and the new parts obeyed.

His four legs moved, bracing themselves beneath the water, stopping Fargo from toppling into the pond. His chin dipped into the liquid, but no further. He thanked the stars in his head and tried to solicit more movement, but all he could manage was a bit of flexing from his middle limbs, wondering if they were a hybrid between feet and hands. He panted gently before growing, feeling his mandibles continue to stretch in.

There was a loud splash near by. Fargo looked up to see Alex's change mirrored his own. The two now stood chin deep in the water, propped up on four legs, their arms dangling uselessly in the water. Fargo studied Alex's body, watching the muscle groups on his back hardening into exoskeleton and the round, long abdominal extension that pushed out past where his ass had been. That beautiful ass was gone... and yet... so much larger, so thick and meaty and-

"What?" Fargo murmured, his voice distorted through the mandibles. He surprised himself at the ability to speak and tried again, but nothing came out. He was too shocked that he had found the idea of the bug ass sexy... But Alex still was, even like this. His body was strong, refined, sleek. The black armor coated him so well... Fargo closed his eyes, panting hard as his bug cock began to pulsate, pumping more fluids into the pond.

The unexpected orgasm was mild, but only served to further the fever in his mind. The fever reached Fargo's face. His muscles twitched, his face tightened and when his eyes snapped open, it felt like they were bubbling. The iris, the cornea, they were all changing. His green eyes turned brown and then copper, the surface segmenting into perfect hexagons. The iris disappeared beneath the surface as the eye compounded itself, looking far more insect like.

Across the pond, Alex was already further along than Fargo. He blinked his compound eyes and his mandibles clicked as the black spread over his cheek bones and chin. His forehead was hardening, but that provided its own problems. While he hadn't figured it out quite as fast as Fargo, it did make sense to him. He knew he was becoming a bug and his antenna were coming in. The pressure grew and grew before the armor on his forehead cracked.

In a great wave of relief, the extensions were no longer held back. They came spilling out of his head, rubbery and soft at first, but hardened up quickly. They arched up, out and down, dangling before his compound eyes and above his mandibles. Alex panted and shifted, groaning. He wanted a bit of relief, a moment's pause, but his body didn't give it to him. Beneath the armor plates, his back felt hotter and hotter, shifting and pulsating, almost vibrating. Alex knew he had survived the changes so far, but he knew his body couldn't endure much more.

The blond wondered if the pulsating in his back were his organs giving out, if they were liquefying or collapsing... His muscles tightened, his back shifted and then he nearly let out a scream. Brown goo erupted from the crevices of his back armor and then translucent, glittering brown wings began to push out. They were wet at first, but as they unfurled, they dried out and hardened, looking more like crystal. With the eruption of his wings, Alex finally felt the relief he wanted, the peace he sought.

His body went still, cooling back down to the temperature of the pond, his muscles relaxed and began to unlock. His body felt more natural. The only traces of any changes were in his head, both inside and out. He felt a soft tingling as his blond hair began to fall out, shedding down into the water where it soon dissolved. It narrowed down to a single strip along his head, looking almost like a mohawk... but the hair wasn't remaining that for long. It hardened and thickened, shearing off at the six inch mark. The strands turned into rubbery frills, turning from blond to a dark green.

Alex couldn't see those specific changes, but even if he wanted to, he couldn't have comprehended them. His senses were going into overdrive. As if he had been blind and deaf all his life, the world around him was bursting into buzzing life. His eyes saw the movement in the pond like a fractal pattern swirling around in cosmic life. His ears could hear the crawling, the moving, the slithering of his kind. He could smell and taste the pheromones of someone sexually aroused... and then Alex's eyes moved upwards, widening.

Fargo moved through the water on his own, propelled by six limbs, his wings flexing. His face had pushed out into a wasp like muzzle, black mandibles clicking. An eight inch tall ridge of black rubbery fronds followed the slope of his head as he approached Alex. Clawed, curved, pincer like hands emerged from the water and grabbed Alex by the shoulders, pushing him back.

Alex felt almost like a turtle on his back as he landed on his wings and gaster, but he gasped even wider as Fargo crawled on top of him and began to move in. Their insect bodies touched and rubbed for a moment, but then that long, curved, thick bug cock found a hole, a hole Alex didn't even know he had... and it slid in. Fargo began sliding back and forth, grinding and rubbing. Alex squirmed and wriggled before surrendering to the pleasure.

Whatever remnants there were of Fargo's mind, he leaned down for a kiss. His mandibles pried Alex's mouth open, his head tilting. Alex's mandibles slid in from the other side and soon long, thin tongues began to whip around and tangle. Fargo fucked Ale's beautiful bug abdomen with all his might, sliding back and forth, in and out, sloshing in the water before his copper compound eyes squeezed shut.

The fever returned to his brain, but only briefly. His cock pulsed and a rush of his brown semen sprayed out, along with the rubbery passage of jelly eggs from his cock deep into Alex. The added texture, the solid objects, only intensified the bliss of orgasm. Soon Alex shuddered as well, his huge cock erupting, spraying his larva and eggs into the pond itself, nourishing the pool that had given them new life.

Fargo's wings fluttered as he pulled off his mate, the fever having burned away almost all memories beyond that. He no longer knew his partner's name, but he didn't need to. He knew his scent, his taste, his feel, even the vibration of his hearts. Alex no longer knew to feel affronted, taken advantage of. For him the copulation had been a brilliant success.

Now in control of their limbs, the two crawled out of the pond and moved back toward the lava tube, their hands digging through the rock. They knew it had been ages since any of their kind had grown to such sizes, ages that their kind had been trapped in the mountain, ever since the evil blue skins had sealed them in their own hive. They had been hidden from the world, trapped and isolated for too long.

The stones were cleared quickly, cast aside. The two bugs burrowed upwards, outwards and emerged into the cave tunnel where the cave drawings were. They shook and shuddered the dust off themselves before continuing on, navigating around based more on instinct than by their own memory. The lava tubes felt like home, lovingly coated in mud by their ancient brethren, making it so much more cozy.

The two reached the edge of the cave system, coming to the mouth of the tunnel. Their eyes blinked and adjusted to the light. The sky was getting less pin k and more orange. The second sun was about to rise. Their wings fluttered and they pushed out. There was a sharp drop off the edge, but as their wings unfurled fully they caught the currents. The wings began to buzz, becoming blurs and the bugs rose into the sky.

It might have been instinct to test out their wings in the first place, to see what they were capable of, but that was not where they were going. They had a destination, a purpose. The only part of their memories that had remained truly intact was their knowledge of the human settlement, the scientists just waiting on a planet they thought to be dormant. The two bugs flew quicker, heading toward the horizon, moving far faster than any ordinary buggy could go. Their earlier trip was like a snail's pace in comparison.

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The clean, sterile halls of IASA's headquarters felt like a relief compared to the sweltering heat outside, but the general had no time for pleasantries. He stormed down the hallways, woken up at two in the morning for an emergency alert. He'd broken every speed limit, relying on police escort. The door swung open as he moved into the command center, his brow furrowed.

"This better be damn important." The general muttered.

"It is, sir, its... Well, it might be best if we show you." The scientist said, moving to input a series of commands.

"We have to warn you sir, the imagery is... graphic." another scientist replied. The screens crackled and fizzled with digital static before it cleared, revealing it to be security footage from Signus 949. The control room of the settlement was in shambles. Screens were dark, emergency lights spinning around. It looked like a war zone, but more than that it looked as though it had been left to the rigors of time. Webs that looked like brown cotton candy held watermelon sized eggs in the corners of the room. There were acid etched marks across the walls and a suspicious amount of what seemed to be mud across the floor of the room. The general's brows raised in surprise and concern.

"Did any life pods escape? Any shuttles?" The general murmured.

"We detected three launches... but..." The scientist said, taking a breath.

"Here sir, this... is why we called you." the first scientist murmured. On the screen a shadow fell across the wall before a colonist came stumbling into view. His red hair was tangled and matted, blood dripped down his cheek from a gash. Another shadow followed him, this one far from human. The giant wasp crawled after him like a bug at first before it rose up onto its hind legs, grabbing him with four arms. He struggled to get free, but a two foot long, black armored cock swung up, a tiny barb slicing through the man's clothing before he was impaled on the shaft.

The general went as pale as a sheet, watching in horror as the colonist was impaled on the wasp's phallus, but to his shock, that was hardly the worst part. The colonist's ass began to extend, swelling and shifting, becoming more of an abdomen. His torn white uniform split out as wings began emerging from his back and mandibles pushed out from his mouth. They watched on camera as his eyes changed and his hair began falling out. He grew, expanded, changed and his skin hardened to the same black armor as his aggressor. Even a knew wasp cock erupted from his pants, growing and warping before their very eyes. The process hardly took but a few minutes. The first wasp pulled back, the new wasp turned and kissed the first and the two disappeared from the camera view.

"Sir, if any of those things got out on the pods, if they were infected at all..." The scientist whispered.

"I want a warship dispatched to Signus. I want that threat eliminated... I'm going to go prepare my men." The general said, standing up, turning to leave. The two scientists watched him go, waiting for the doors to shut. The first scientist grinned ever so slightly, reaching over. His hand grazed his team mate's hip, finding his way to the fly of his pants, drawing the fly down before he reached in to start stroking his friend's half hard cock. The other scientist moaned.

"But now they are going to nuke those beautiful creatures..." he murmured, thrusting into the hand that grasped him.

"You saw how fast they spread... They won't stand a chance against the bugs... And you and I might just get to go. Can you imagine that Eric? Your cock growing so big and huge, your body changing?" The scientist murmured, feeling so dirty to be turned on by the misfortune of others.

"Only if you're the one changing me, filling me with that 'stinger' of yours, Jason." Eric replied, leaning over to kiss the first scientist. Their lips wrestled, their cocks dripped and on the screen the footage replayed over and over again, the insect conversion looped indefinitely.