You're awake? Hello, there! My apologies for the unpleasantness, ape-like lifeform, but I couldn't be sure how violently you would react upon seeing me. Inducing unconsciousness through a heavy blow to the cranium isn't the textbook way of introducing ourselves to other sentient life, and again, my apologies, but I hope you'll forgive me. Don't worry about your belongings - my friends in the xenotech wing of this cruiser have already returned them to you. We even configured our language autotranslators to yours! Isn't that interesting? 

 

I know, I know. You're scared, you're in a bit of pain. But don't worry. My friends just want to run some tests, and then we'll be off. Don't worry, it's nothing invasive. You're lucky we ran out of probes for your anal orifice! Heheh!... You're not in the mood for jokes, I see. My apologies. 

 

Let's get off on the right halter - I'll start with who I am and the species this cruiser represents. My name is Glanjui Mara-Kov. In my language, Djinn, that means "Teacher, (one of) Annointed Lover's Kiss". It's a mythology reference, and a very nice one, too. Oh, yes, the family name is first. I'm a specialist in xenobiology and culture. I represent what you would call the Hymenopterian Dipterans, but as you call yourselves humans instead of homo sapiens, we call ourselves qetti. Chosen ones. A religious term at first, then it sort of... stuck. This cruiser and the others on it don't represent any sort of government, but our species as a whole. In fact, we rid ourselves of religion and government centuries ago... What's that look? You humans haven't-?... Wow. That's pitiable. 

 

Okay, the xenotech folks are telling me those are touchy subjects for your kind, so let's move on. I assume those clothes are for hiding genitalia?... Why is your face turning red? Is something wrong? Are you ill?... A "blush", you say?... Ohhh. So they are for hiding genitalia. Your species' cultural norms are very interesting. Why would you want to do that?... 

 

Decency? There's no decency in covering up such an objectively beautiful looking body!... Embarrasment? Why be embarrassed? Your bodies are absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about... Children? What's a children?... The xenotech folks are telling me that's your phrase for hatchlings. Why cover up for them? They should-...

 

...Ahh. Those are your cultural norms. And the biological limits of your species, but I digress. I haven't talked about our cultural norms yet, have I? That seems like a good place to start. But first, I have to talk about our species' biology, as well. 

 

First off, both males and females have external genitals. Us women have equivalents to your species' vagina, clitoris and all. Males have tapered penises, and their sperm-producing testes are on the inside. They're right around here! See? Oh, don't be so disgusted. Your cellular communication device's Internet history tells us you've seen worse... It looks almost exactly like a vagina, doesn't it? In fact, why don't you compare my insides with a graph the xenotech folks grabbed from your phone? Notice how identical our reproductive organs are? Right down to the ovaries and womb! Funny how natural selection works, isn't it?

 

What are you doing? Are you counting my...

 

Yes, I'm pregnant. You couldn't tell? Seven beautiful, healthy hatchlings, all from my loving eight-year-old brother husband and our three-year-old-

 

Excuse me, why the visceral reaction? Inbreeding isn't acceptable in your species?... It isn't?... Genetic problems?... What in the kash'kaniish'ki is a recessive gene? 

 

Never mind. That's something for our xenobiologists to figure out. If you want, I imagine they'd like a biopsy from-... Alright, I understand. I'd feel the same if I were you. Regardless, I'm sure you want to know why we inbreed, and at such young ages. Well, simply put, it's fun. Fun for both or more parties. It's fun to have sex, it's fun to reproduce, it's fun to give more life into our world. And, no, we're not colonizers - we have plenty of space and resources back in the home cluster. Not even mentioning our naturally strong sex drive, a holdover from our humble roots. There was a time where we were as small as the Dipterans on your planet right now... That doesn't mean they'll be like us in a few million years! 

 

Augh, I'm getting off topic again... I wanted to tell you a story. A story that encapsulates our cultural traditions and practices as simply and as eloquently as possible for an outsider like you. A story of love, passion, and heavy inbreeding! And paedophilia. Lots and lots of paedophilia. I'm sorry if it sounds coarse, but the xenotech folks are telling me that's the best equivalent in your language!

 

So, are you ready?... No, you're not. Of course... But I'll tell you anyways. Here goes. 

 

It all started when I was six. I'm the third child of a brother and sister, Jan'lak and Mii'shak. I was always very smart and sexually aware. Although I was never bred by my father - I always refused, and he always listened - we did have plenty of sex through the qantiil. I mean, the equivalent of your anal orifice. It's at the bottom of our thorax, and... Never mind. So, I always thought I was attracted to boys my age throughout primary school. I dated younglings my age and younger on and off, it was so much fun! And then came secondary school, or middle school as you would call it. I didn't find anyone my age interesting in the slightest. I was so lonely back then... I didn't even have any friends. 

 

Then mom and dad had another baby. Qin'tok. I loved him like nothing else. 

 

My parents temporarily homeschooled me just so I could keep watch over him. Feed him. Play with him. He was so adorable in his hatchling days, especially with his sex training toys. On my third week of homeschooling, I was watching him play with a plushie, humping the cute little doll with his long, slender... Mmph, sorry. It still makes me wet to this day... I stared at him until he came inside the plush doll's orifice with a cute hatchling's cooing giggle. Then I realized something. 

 

I never loved boys my own age. I always loved young boys. And now, I love very young boys.

 

And the second that thought crossed my mind, everything made sense. It was like... Tearing the badly worn covers off of a fine bed, or... I can't describe it. I can't describe it. But that was the day. That was the day I held little Qin'tok in my arms and... I gave him his first blowjob. He wasn't even six months. I dunno why I focus so much on his age in proximity with his sexual experience, becauze mom had already fucked him seconds after delivering him into the world. But he was still so innocent, so adorable. As my mandibles bobbed on his cute, slender babydick, I knew he was the only one my womb would accept. 

 

Now, judging by the look on your face, I think we should pause. Yes, our babies and even newborns can consent. Not verbally, of course, but in ways doctors and parents can recognize. The relaxing of hairs on their bodies and eyes; how their antennae move; whether they coo or cry when the parent of the opposite sex touches them. Some cues are subtle; others are blatant. My father told me that, as a newborn, my halteres kept pushing his thorax away when he began to disrobe! I was always so feisty when it came to fucking dad. Anyways, yes, even the youngest of younglings can consent if we ask them in ways their bodies can understand - a lap of the genitals, a soft hold of the lower thorax, the gentle gripping of halteres. 

 

After that little biology lesson, let's move on. I didn't breed with Qin'tok or anyone else as high school went on, although I came close some times; those times, I simply settled on blowing him or dad. I wanted to reach adulthood, typically around 21 to 26, before breeding and establishing my own branch of our family tree. 

 

Then his fifth birthday rolled around. 

 

I was seventeen, going on eighteen. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary for most of the day - he had his fill of breeding his mommy and having sex with all his little friends at school. Everyone was winding down and ready to be picked up when he came up to me and asked if he could - his exact phrasing - pop my xhorbriich. Xhorbriich is a fruit, and... Never mind. Regardless, I couldn't say no to such a cute face. Especially not on his birthday. So, we, ah... We mated. Like lovers. I can't say how it was for him, but it was... good enough for me. I finally felt the warm cream of a youngling filling my insides, he had gotten so big since he was a hatchling, I was so proud of ourselves, yes, yes, yes, but something was lacking. The sex felt unexciting. The fireworks weren't going off like they would if I had given in to my desires years ago. But, oh well. We mated, and soon we learned we were parents. 

 

But that's not the story I wanted to tell you. The story I wanted to tell you happens about six months later. This was about three years ago. 

 

Oh, time for another biology lesson. We qetti women have a very quick gestation period; again, it's another holdover from our ancestors. It normally takes around four weeks for up to a dozen children to form, and around five to six months for them to develop. And we're potent even as our organs develop in the womb! There's been many an instance where, when one has twins, those twins end up being parents as they come out!... Amniotic sac? What's that?... Oh, yes, you're a primate. Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but... we're not primates. Can I finish? Thank you. 

 

Now, on to the story. Like I said, this was six months after I mated with Qin'tok. I knew I was pregnant, but surprisingly, he only gave me one baby boy. Guess his swimmers ran out of energy, right? Heheh. So, it was the last quarter of my last year of high school. I volunteered after school to help at nurseries and daycares, just so I could be around cute little hatchlings. Some of them were so adorable, it made you wanna coax out their dicks and give them the best blowjobs in-... Excuse me. So, yes, I was at a nursery. I was to expect our baby boy any day. I was holding this sweet little babe in my four arms, rocking him as we stared into each other's compound eyes. With what little capacity for understanding he had, he recognized me and let me hold him, which was good enough for me to form a relationship with. 

 

Then, I felt something in my thorax.

 

It was hot. Aching. Needy. It wasn't a sexual drive, but something much more... Primal. I set the babe down and asked my partner to watch over him, then ran into the empty restroom. Now, birthing in public is normal, even casual, but 18-year-old me had a fragile ego. I couldn't bear to have anyone witness this out of some misguided, teenaged fear of embarrassment. I prepared some paper towels on the birthing table (yes, we have birthing tables in our restrooms) and squatted. My legs were trembling. I was breathing heavily. My genitals were flaring up and twitching. But I didn't feel my baby coming out. I couldn't feel him slide out, like so many others told me what would happen. So, I pushed. And pushed and pushed and pushed. My partner even came in and gave me some nectar to consume as I tried my hardest to push this hatchling out!

 

And then, something poked. 

 

Not out of me.

 

Inside me. 

 

I was confused - but, soon, I was horny. Sex-charged like never before in my life. Something was scratching my primal itch. The itch that had bothered me since I first blew Qin'tok. I didn't know what the hell was happening until I stood up and felt my bump. 

 

My baby was... fucking me. I felt it. I felt his tiny hips pumping inside of me, his long babycock humping me with the intensity of the horniest breeder. One half of his body was in my womb, the other sticking out to plunge his cock into one of my tubes. It felt absolutely fucking amazing once I put it all together. I said it out loud, to myself, just to be sure - "my baby's fucking me." With that, I felt a hard ram inside. That hard, feral ramming set the tone for the next six minutes as I stood against the wall, bucking my thorax, groaning and moaning as I repeated myself. My baby's fucking me. My baby's fucking me. My baby's fucking my ovaries. My baby's fucking my ovaries!

 

...Yes, singular ovary. Don't be pedantic. You'd say it too, in my place. Let me finish before you get pedantic. 

 

I must have came over a dozen times on that birthing table, just imagining how much my baby was loving it. I asked him, how does mommy's tubes feel? How do mommy's ovaries feel? Are they good enough for making more studs like you, sweetie? Mommy wants you to never stop fucking her ovaries! Mommy wants to be bred by big-dicked babies just like you!... I admit, very silly things to say to someone who can hardly comprehend anything. But, I digress. I was loving the discovery of the one thing that could pleasure me now. Nothing could get me wet like the slender, tapered cock of a well-hung newborn. I didn't have too much time to think on it, though, because then I felt a twitch. Two twitches. Three. 

 

I screamed. I screamed out loud, "my baby's cumming inside me". 

 

Warm hatchling cum shot directly into my ovary, so much so that it flooded that side and had to go towards the other one; even then, my teenaged organs could only take so much, and our preborn baby had plenty to give. Even the other side had enough, and soon a flood of baby cum poured out of my cunt, like water from a broken dam. The hot stench of newborn sex filled the bathroom. I moaned like a birthing mother; specifically, one who had requested taking a cock even as others were coming out. Semen shot out from my sopping wet cunt, the flood subsiding as I felt something slide back up inside me. Then, I sat down, breathing hard, in a pool of my unborn baby's lukewarm cum.

 

My baby fucked me. My baby fucked my ovaries directly. He had definitely gotten me pregnant. He was a few weeks from delivery, and he had already fucked me. But I didn't care, not in that moment. All I cared about was how awesome the reaming I had just received was, and that I wanted him inside me again once he came out. I even thought about going on a babyfucking spree in the nursery for a few minutes, just to see how they compared. I knew everyone else would have been okay with it. But, at the end of it all, I was exhausted. And exhausted girls don't make for very good sex partners. My partner came in, completely unfazed, and said she'd call for the janitor before helping me clean myself off. She even told me she'd seen this happen before, to one of Qin'tok's school friends. Small world, right?

 

So, that's it! That's how my now three-year-old boy gave me a baby before his own birth! I hope that story gave you a better understanding of how our biology and culture works. Does it?... You look positively mortified. I keep telling you, it's totally ok to have sex with babies in my culture, because they can consent!... Fine. I guess I won't be able to change your mind on this. Well, it was nice meeting you, mister homo sapien, but I think this is where we part ways. 

 

--

 

Mara-Kov sighed as she exited the cruiser's guest room. 

 

"Te't plojar met konjaniil. Janash. Quok te moc naja-kaja." ("Another species who doesn't appreciate babyfucking. Shame. They seemed real neato-keeno.")

 

"Glana tosj." ("No worries at all.")

 

"Papaaa..."

 

"Jet parisj no's kon shak' eel?" ("How were you supposed to know?")

 

"Ii'm neparov sjoshj..." ("I'm so depressed...")

 

"Glara pestrov. Ii'k temok narsharii sohss laak-kliik temuj." ("Good news. The nearest nursery is 6 lightyears away.")

 

"Glara. Alli qa'aot konjaniil est meek mi plarotz." ("Good. All this talk of babyfucking has made me horny.")

 

"Homo sapiens... Yyshtirz. Mo'ortz hyshulii baara qil. Mosh tennou, yiir hatchnii yashnii?" ("Homo sapiens... Interesting. Our xenocultural outreach friends will be sad. Almost forgot, your baby fucked you?")

 

"Gleena. Ii dii'nokt tijjij?" ("Yes. I didn't tell you?")

 

"Marduuk, Ii'm klazni..." (God, I'm an idiot...")