The blinding glow of the midday sun shimmered with waves of heat on the silver skin of the fallen craft. Steam billowed a noxious, oily black from the unseen vents as the army approached. Clad in their drab grey uniforms, I watched the timid soldiers shoulder their rifles, gazes tense as they set their square jaws in grim resolution. The saucer shaped vessel stuck up from the black, churned earth like a silver frisbee. Standing beside the general with the short, steel-grey hair, a scientist, the hero, looked to a clipboard in his hand and then back to the silent craft from beyond the stars. 

“General,” I heard him speak. My ears twitched, my palms sweaty. “You really need to see this.”

Beside him, the general glared, not daring to shift his gaze from the crashed ship. “What is it, man?”

“These readings,” said the scientist. “They’re off the charts! My god!” 

The music swelled into a thunderous din of tense expectation. My heart leapt into my throat as the ship opened. The slim outline gave way to a gaping portal filled with unknown horrors. 

“It’s coming,” screamed a soldier. 

From the hull of the shining craft there unfolded eight hairy legs. The bristling fur vibrated as the monstrous head emerged, red eyes blank and impassive. The bloated body squeezed forth, the hideous abdomen wobbling in the sun. I looked at my own pregnant belly, equally bloated and round and felt just a bit self-conscious. 

“It’s huge,” came a cry. “Look at the size of it!”

I tugged the hem of my sweater and frowned. “I-It’s not that big,” I mumbled. 

“It’s hideous,” came another. “Someone, shoot it.”

“Hey now,” I demanded. My face flushed scarlet as I stared back at the figures etched in black and white. “Oh, right.” I giggled, my gaze wandering around the room, on the lookout for my host.

“Ammah, you weren’t actually arguing with the TV again, were you?”

My ears drooped as Fereya glided into the room. Nestled atop her pregnant belly, the rich, salty, buttery scent of fresh popcorn wafted from the blue ceramic bowl she clasped with both claws. She was dressed in a short tank-top, her belly generously on display, while her round, wide hips swelled her thin athletic shorts to the breaking point. The shimmering fabric creaked softly as she came to sit down on the sofa beside me. Before us, the coffee table was bathed in silver and white and here she placed the bowl. 

“I was not arguing,” I grunted, plucking up a fluffy kernel. Popping the piece into my mouth, I gave her a hard stare. “I was… commenting.”

Fereya laughed, her voice as clear as a brass bell. “Oh, Ammah.” She placed her hand on my belly, her head resting on my shoulder. “I don’t know how I could possibly love you any more.”

My ears swiveled back, my lower lip thrust out in a pout. “It’s not funny.”

“Okay, grumpy,” she chuckled. “So, what did I miss?”

Instantly, the mood changed. “Oh, not much. The alien ship crashed and now the spider is emerging.”

From the television came the blaring of klaxons as the brave soldiers were soon overrun. The massive arachnid, venom dripping from its jaws, pounced, devouring the screaming general in its crushing maw as the scientist held up a strange device. 

“It looks like a blender threw up a toaster,” Fereya said. She tucked her shapely legs up and took my arm in hers.

“Hush,” I whispered. “This is the good part.”

Her fuchsia eyes glinted like liquid mercury. “Good part?” Her black lips were curled into a smarmy grin. “What exactly is the [i]good[/i] part?”

“This device will neutralize the rays,” called the scientist. “Everyone, fall back.”

My back grew tense as the strange device gave off an electric groan. “I do love these old movies,” I said, my eyes riveted to the screen. 

Fereya, smiling, placed her delicate chin on my shoulder, her sweet breath hot against my neck as she sighed gently. “And I love watching them with you, love.”

Scarlet bloomed on my cheeks. I slowly turned, finding her gazing deep into my golden eyes. Her eyes shone wet, trembling slightly as she pursed her full, ebon lips in a small smile. My hand rose, coming to rest on her tawny cheek. 

“And I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening,” I said. 

I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a kiss that made my heart soar. From the television came the roar of the giant spider, followed by the shouts of the heroes. 

“Oh,” I cried, suddenly tearing myself from Fereya’s honeyed mouth. “Look, the giant spider is dead.” I thrust a finger at the screen. “But, now the babies will emerge.”

From the carcass of the beast there ushered forth the crawling legions of hungry, baby spiders. Each arachnid was the size of a grown person and just as deadly as the mother. The alien spiders charged into the city, overrunning the fleeing populace. Meanwhile, as I sat back in the soft cushions of Fereya’s sofa, my mouth overflowing with buttery popcorn, there came a scratching at my lower belly. My ears pricked up and I let my gaze fall towards my engorged stomach. 

“Ruh?” I mumbled, spilling crumbs down my ripe cleavage. “Rut’s that?”

A golden, furry thing clambered up my belly, black nails shining in the light of the screen. 

“Whatever do you mean?” Fereya asked. 

Her slim fingers wandered across my belly, seeking the hump of my distended navel. 

“This?” I said, pointing to her questing hand. 

The troll gave a look of pure innocence and exclaimed, “Why, Ammah, it’s a giant spider! Look, it’s coming to conquer this ripe, inviting world.” Her voice dipped into a sultry purr as she spread her hand over my swollen belly. 

Heat blossomed in my stomach as her soft hand slid across my brown, gravid flesh. “Oh my,” I gasped. “Whatever will I do?”

Fereya stumbled up on her knees, her heavy breasts swaying beneath the loose confines of her top as she leaned in. “It’s too late,” she hissed. “The giant spider has you.”

Her other arm wrapped around my neck, drawing me close. Her breath smelled of salt and butter mixed with that familiar cloying apricot aroma which wafted from her shaggy fur. Her soft breasts nestled against my arm as her hand dipped below my belly button to pluck at the zipper of my skirt. 

“The giant spider is hungry, love,” she whispered into my ear. “You’d best find something to feed her.”

“Just so long as she’s not a black widow,” I laughed. 

Fereya snapped her jaws, white fangs clacking as she grinned. Her deft fingers slid down the zipper of my skirt, exposing my pink, cotton panties. My cock strained against the flimsy material, begging for her sweet caress. My heart pounded, my lips dry as I strained to seize her mouth. Fereya’s hand slipped below my underwear, pulling my stiffening rod free to throb in the dim light like a veined obelisk. My balls churned, dangling over my full, wobbling thighs as Fereya sank her head down. Her lips grazed my velvet tip, making me let out a thin groan. 

“Ngh, Fereya,” I moaned. My hooves dug into the brown carpet. “W-What are you doing?”

“A movie deserves a little snack,” she purred. Her fingertips glided down my sensitive shaft, a shimmering drop of fresh dew beading up on my tip. 

“J-Just not [i]too[/i] little, I hope,” I replied with a laugh. 

Fereya’s gravid belly shook as the troll let out a snorting guffaw. “Ammah, no one is going to accuse you of being little.”

As the giant spiders on the TV devoured the city, so too, did this tawny spider find her own feast. Fereya’s lips wrapped around my throbbing rod, clasping tight as she plunged down my shaft. My eyes squeezed shut with a belly-aching groan of such utter contentment. I sank back into the cushions, my clawed hands on my belly. Fereya’s button nose buried itself into my pubic fur, drinking deep of my musky scent as she pulled back. Her lips tightened around my cock, milking my quivering rod as her rough, warm tongue slithered around my pulsing tip. My belly swelled as I gasped for breath, shrinking back as I sighed in bliss. She plunged down once more and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. 

“They’re overrunning the city,” came the frightened cry. 

Fereya dipped her tawny head and I was quick to clasp her cheeks in my hands, pulling her back, dragging her back down. Oh, how those wicked spiders overran the town. My balls churned, growing fat with fresh seed. I strained in my seat, my hooves kicking out as I mewled my protest. Fereya pulled back, her lips popping with an audible smack. 

“Oh no,” she chuckled. “Not yet, lover. You don’t get to come just yet.”

She rose from my shiny, slippery cock, her fingers playing across the ripe expanse of my belly, her hands slid under my sweater, her fingertips gliding over my bare skin, raising goose bumps on my stomach. 

“The spiders roamed across the barren surface,” she whispered. “Seeking the deep, dark clefts of the far peaks.” She whipped my shirt up, exposing my heaving breasts, straining as they were within a pink lace bra. “Now, in their conquest, they lay claim to the mountains!”

“Whoo!” I shrieked as a pair of claws sank into my jiggling flesh. 

Her claws clamped down my breasts, her fingers seeking to slip beneath the lacy confines of my bra. 

“Oh, how their venom would leave their victims paralyzed and helpless.” Her round belly rubbed against mine, sending ripples of delight up my spine. Her palms filled with my brown, milk heavy flesh. “Mmm, such a feast for them.”

Fereya kneaded my aching breasts like two balls of fresh dough. Her fingertips found my dark, bumpy areolas and the wicked troll proceeded to caress my sensitive skin until I melted into the sofa. My limbs sagged as I groaned, helpless in her evil clutches. 

“Oh my,” she cooed. Her eager fingers flicked my firm buds. “Your nipples are rock hard.”

With thumb and forefinger, she pinched, twisting those nubs of erect flesh until I let out a warbling moan. 

“Oooh,” I cried. “Oh… Oh yes.”

She twisted, plucking at my nipples, teasing until I could take no more. A nimble pink tongue darted from between her lips to lap at the dark well between my swollen breasts. Black lips spread across my bosom, savoring the mocha freckled with hints of dark chocolate. My gravid body heaved, my claws scrabbling at her back, seizing her by the biceps as the troll raised her head. 

“What ever shall you do?” she asked. 

“Mmm, I know of but one means to stop this spider’s venom,” I growled. 

Taking her fiercely in my arms I struck out with my lips. 

“Mmmph!” came the startled outburst as I my mouth met hers in a bruising kiss that sucked the air from her lungs and made her hunger for more. 

Raking claws scoured my bare skin, leaving behind angry, red wheals as I pressed myself into her. My tongue battered down her white gates to lay siege to her mouth, while her tongue met mine in challenge, twining around and around like a serpent disturbed in its den. I flew for the roof of her mouth, rubbing her smooth palate as she slipped down my throat to slither around my gullet. Our gravid bodies overbalanced and we tumbled from the sofa, crashing to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, our bellies now roiling in protest, our broods lashing out as we became our own eight-limbed monster. 

My claws fell to her belly, my hands seizing upon the bubbling skin as our child kicked and squirmed. Fereya whimpered softly, her nipples poking out from the thin fabric of her top, begging me to take them. I tore her shirt from her golden body in a mad fury, tossing the discarded garment over my shoulder. 

“Yes, Ammah,” she moaned. “Take me. Take me hard.”

Her bared breasts wobbled before me, tempting me with their delicate golden fruits. Those erect stems with their savory purple buds. I licked my lips and dove. My mouth closed around her breast, my tongue sliding around her firm nipple. Fereya howled, her legs kicking out as I dipped my hand down to her round, wide hip. My fingers slipped beneath her shorts, then her flimsy panties to lay claim to her bare, furry skin. I found the throbbing shaft of her male sex growing hot and hard, her balls swollen with fertile seed. But, beneath them, there was the real treasure. A sweet, wet slit, dripping with pungent nectar, her pussy quivered beneath my fingers. Her petals were spread, wet to the touch, eager for my caress. Carefully, I slid two fingers between those dripping lobes. Fereya’s gravid body grew tense, her breath caught mid-sigh as I slid deeper. Her body was like a furnace, burning to the touch. Yet, what a joyous thrill to delight in the hunger of her womanhood; so soft and so wonderfully tight. I really had to find out how she did it. My claws squirmed, forcing the troll to dance to some unheard melody of my own choosing. Meanwhile, I bit down on her nipple, tugging at the ripe bud, letting it slide from between my fangs as I pulled my hand back. 

My fingers dripped, shiny and slick with my love’s juices. How the scent drove me wild. I inhaled her aroma, my long tail wagging furiously. My golden gaze upon her I stuck my fingers into my mouth, suckling them one by one. Fereya, her hand on her heaving breast, let out a sigh, her lips quivering as she watched me lick her sweet nectar from my finger before I grasped the waistband of her shorts. Down they came, flying across the room to meet their departed brother. Soon, my sweater and skirt would join them in that crumpled heap. My pulse pounded in my temples, my heart hammering as I fell upon her. My cock throbbed, screaming to plunge into her hot, wet cunny. But, I would not give in just yet. Instead, I clasped her quivering pillar, my tongue sliding down the plump undershaft. Fereya let out a cry as I slurped on a fat testicle, my mouth questing ever lower. There, like a dying man finding an oasis, I plunged headlong into her oozing blossom. Her lips dripped with her fragrant honey, her scent filling my nostrils, making my head swim. My lips pressed to hers, kissing her sweet petals, making the troll shudder. My tongue caressed that wet slit, sliding between her folds to lap at the sweet wine of her womanhood. My claws fell to her supple thighs, spreading her legs wider, opening her so that I may plunge ever deeper. Above me, Fereya panted, her breathing ragged as her pregnant belly pumped like a bellows. 

Oh… Oh… Oh!” she shrieked. “Oh, Ammah! Ammah! Yes! Oh… Oh…” 

Suddenly, there came a crash. 

“Oh shit, I knocked over the coffee table!”

I pulled my head back, her juices running down my chin, to find the coffee table overturned. Popcorn lay scattered across the carpet like fluffy stars. 

“Um, should we pick it up?” I motioned to the spilled popcorn. 

Fereya, her face crimson, stared up at me. “No, we can clean it up later,” she gasped. She grabbed me by the arms, pulling down to her with a mad strength. “Now, give mama some sugar.”

“I think you have the wrong mov--” My words were smothered by a rough, warm troll tongue. My cock twitched, compelling me to pounce on this wanting creature and I did at last obey. Gently, I lifted her balls, my tip guiding to her quivering lips. Then, with a slow, purposeful thrust, I entered her. My hips rolled, plunging headlong to crash into her trembling core. Her wet folds enveloped me, guiding me deeper into her. Her heat, her soft, smooth walls, I closed my eyes and fell forward. Her fur scratched softly against my tender skin, the sensation so wonderful that I could not resist grinding my swollen belly into hers. 

Fereya clasped my wrists as I seized her belly in my sweaty palms, my fingers tangling in her tawny fur. Exhaling, I pushed in, gliding deep. My belly slid up the curve of her swollen abdomen, the tickle of her fur making me shiver as I inhaled. Pulling back, she closed her thighs around my hips, her pussy tightening around my shaft, milking me as I circled and came back in. I raised my hips, stirring her, building her passions into one bubbling climax that sent her moaning on the floor beneath me. 

“Mmm, Ammah,” she groaned. “Yes, slay that giant spider.”

The television burst in an explosion of atomic fire which bathed us in a blooming, white radiance. Fereya’s fur shimmered silver, her eyes electric purple, compelling me to claim her utterly. My claws slid up her belly, grasping at her ripe breasts. Fereya gave a small cry as I kneaded her pendulous mounds, my own lust boiling within me. My pace quickened, sweat prickled my chocolate skin. My hips bucked, slamming into the troll’s dripping flower. The wet slap of our love echoed over the roar of missiles and the wails of the people, as on screen, the menace of the giant spiders was being beaten back. 

“A-Ah,” Fereya cried. 

She released her hold my wrists, her claws flying back over her head, digging into the carpet as she arched her back and howled. My long, dark hair plastered my damp face, I thrust faster, harder. My balls churned, crying out to release. 

“Look out,” I heard the scientist call. “It’s about to blow.”

My cock twitched, spurting a thin, shimmering strand of precum. I could take no more. With one final thrust, I shattered the weakening gates of my lover’s womb and let go. Hot, bubbling seed burst, flooding her bloated womb. A scream of such jubilation tore from the troll’s throat as she clawed at my arms, grasping me as if she would be swept away on that turbulent sea of pleasure. My tail whipped behind me, my muscles tensed and with a warbling cry, I let loose another thick, ropy strand of virile seed. 

“I’ll… I’ll slay that giant spider,” I panted. My cock softened with a final spurt and pulled back. My breasts swayed as I fought for air, the erect tips gliding over Fereya’s furry belly, giving me such a thrill that my cock began to stir in spite of having so recently reached my climax. 

Semen trickled from Fereya’s bruised flower to mat the fur of her inner thigh as I rolled to the side. With a fluid, practiced grace, I swung onto my hands and knees, my tail raised above my head. Fereya, her breath ragged, her fur damp with sweat, slid behind me with a precision that would have put a synchronised swimming team to shame. Her claws came to my flabby cheeks and I spread my legs wide to receive her. Her thumbs dipped between my jiggling chocolate mounds, parting me wide that my tight, dark button was revealed to her. Her breath blew hot and wet on my anus, her lips enclosing around my ring. Her tongue darted out, flicking that tight nub of quivering flesh so that now I was the one who would cry out. I lifted my crimson, sweaty face to the ceiling and shrieked as she licked my trembling flower. My petals gave into her venomous caress, opening to allow her to enter. 

“The spider strikes back,” she whispered. “Her venom is so powerful.”

I clapped a hand over my quivering mouth. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as her hot tongue penetrated my very core. Fereya’s claws, meanwhile, dug into my curvy thighs, spreading me wider. Her tongue slid back, lapping at my shuddering walls as she nibbled my taut, puckered doughnut. 

“A-Ah,” I sighed. “Oh, that’s incredible.”

“Don’t I know it,” came the reply. 

Fereya rose up on her knees, her claws resting on my hips. A thrill raced up my spine as her fleshy tip nudged at my wet, slack anus. My body trembled, opening itself to her. I bit my lip, unable to hold back, not that I would refuse her. Fereya pushed, her throbbing rod plunging deep, striking my weakening prostate. Stars burst in my eyes as pleasure washed over me. Like a man being dragged out to sea, I was swept away on that wine dark tide of bubbling elation. Fereya pulled back and I gave a yelp of pleasure before she came back in, crashing at my gates. Her claws cupped my gravid belly and began to swirl around my bloated flesh. With every long, gasping sigh, the troll would trace up my stomach. I inhaled and she pulled back, slipping down to  tickle my lower belly. Her nails scratched at my taut flesh, her fingers playing about the small hump of my navel, circling, caressing so that I became nothing more than a mewling plaything in her tender embrace. 

Her throbbing manhood filled me, her hot flesh swelling my belly as she pressed harder on my gland, shoving herself to the very opening of my womb. Her tip tickled my swollen prostate, circling and nudging the quivering gland. My mouth hung open in a silent scream as I gulped madly for air. My entire body shook with a cold sweat that prickled my skin as pleasure boiled in my brain. I knew that her balls, swollen with seed, were growing painfully full. Those heaving mounds slapped against my thigh as she plunged her sword into my wanting sheath to the very hilt.  Fereya’s hot breath blew wet in my ear, her sweat dripping in fat, shimmering droplets across my bare back. Her claws dug hard into my stomach, leaving red, painful welts behind as she gripped me fiercely. Her tongue slithered into my ear, the wet pop of her saliva crackling over the thick, syrupy whisper that poured into my brain like a heady wine. 

“Lover,” she called to me. “I want to fill you.” Her claw ran up my belly, my unborn kicking against her palm, bubbling beneath my chocolate skin. Her fingers seized my breast, flicking my rigid nipple. Her sweet breath, her dark, enchanting voice flowed into my ear on her soft, moist tongue. “I want to claim you utterly. Body and soul, Ammah. I want to plant my hot seed deep, deep into your womb.” She took my belly in her hands, her fingers spreading across my pregnant globe. “Do you want me to, my love? To fill you? Swell your fertile belly?”

Tears streamed down my cheeks. “O-Oh god, yes,” I sobbed.

Precum spurted from her trembling tip, splattering the closing walls of my shuddering rectum. 

“A-Ah,” I heard her groan. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

I squeezed hard, clamping myself around her, not daring to let my love escape. Fereya’s belly heaved against my back as she quickened her pace. Her pubic bone slammed into my fat, brown ass to fill the living room with that familiar slap of raw flesh. Faster, harder, her groans echoed from the walls, joining my rasping wails in a rising crescendo of our passion. Her member pulled back, swirled and came in, never stopping, never slowing. More! I craved so much more. Faster, she came. Harder, she crashed into me. Reason gave way to animalistic desire as I screamed our love for all the world to hear. 

“More, give me more,” I shrieked. “Yes, yes! More, I want mor--”

“Ammah!”

Fereya exploded, her hot, thick seed a torrent that blasted the gates of my womb. My belly surged with fresh expansion, hitting the floor to swell as if I were pregnant with twins. My claws flew to my churning gut, my fingers delighting in the stretch of my tender skin. I fell to the floor, rolling to my side as Fereya took my leg in hand, draping my knee over her shoulder. She pumped again, not slowing. Her seed flowed, filling my stomach until white strings erupted from my bruised, and very crushed petals, to ooze into the thick fur of my leg. So defeated, I lay on my side, struggling to breathe as Fereya at last pulled her softening cock from my ass and fell down beside me. 

We lie there, our arms locked around us, our bodies shining, enveloped in the soft, silver glow of the television. On the screen, the scientist stood beside the heroine of the film, an intrepid reporter. A black smudge marred her face and her once perfect hair was in shambles, yet she still radiated beauty as she watched over the smoking remains of the blighted landscape. Below them, the charred husks of their otherworldly foes now lay in smoldering ruin. 

“Well,” said the scientist. “It looks like it’s over.”

Beside me, Fereya smiled, her fingertip tracing down the bridge of my nose until it came to a stop on my lips. I kissed her delicate finger, returning an exhausted grin of my own. 

“That’s right, Jack,” the reporter said. “But for how long?”

“How long, indeed,” Fereya sighed. 

Music swelled in the room as the credits rolled. I wrapped my arms around her, dragging her to me. 

“You know,” I chuckled. “One of these nights, we really should finish one of these movies.”

The troll’s lips curled. “Oh now, where’s the fun in that?” Her slender tail twisted playfully as she placed a claw on my belly. “Besides, I hear all good movies deserve a sequel.”

I caught the mischievous glint in her eyes as she darted a glance towards the doorway. My heart fluttered as I turned to spy the dim light spilling in from the foyer where the stairs led up to the bedroom. 

“What do you say?” she laughed. “Should we make this a double-feature?”

My black lips widened and I gave her a quick kiss. “Thank god it’s Friday.”

“Now, that was a movie,” she replied. 

The troll staggered to her feet and made for the doorway. “I’ll go upstairs, lover.” She rested a hand on the jamb. “When you’re ready for the sequel, come and join me.”

Fereya stalked from the living room, leaving me alone on the floor. I rolled my ponderous frame over, my swollen belly thrust up like an orb above me. 

“Oof,” I grunted, my hands caressing my bloated stomach. “I think I’ll need an intermission first.”

