Damnation Without Hesitation
By Rix Writes
Inspired by art fromThe Draft Horse, found at https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57613149

Author’s note : while this is directly based on the image linked above, this was written as a sort of gift for both The Draft Horse in appreciation of their absolutely gorgeous work, and for my readers. As such, I’ve taken some liberties on the process of an incubator’s parasitzation. The Arachnir Drakes were entirely created by her, and I lay no claim on them.

Director Shulat, Members of the Study Team,

I am leaving this message for you, to be sent in the early morning after your conference. I want to apologize for not consulting you on this, but I knew you’d have objections. Simply put, you’d never agree to what I’m about to do. What, by the time you’re watching this, I will have done three days ago. Even as I’m recording this message, I’m readying myself to step into the drake enclosure, unprotected. My hands are shaking, but not with fear. They’re shaking with excitement. With the weight of what I’m going to do.

Ever since you had to release the girl after the accident that had left her infected with the arachnir’s viral infestation and a womb full of eggs, I’ve been haunted by the look in her eyes. They had already begun sealing her into the nest at that point, and all you could see in her gaze was need and bliss. She knew what was happening, but if we hadn’t rescued her, I can only imagine what she would have looked like in the end.

We’ve observed how docile and pliable livestock are when parasitized by the drakes. How it affects biology, how the womb stretches. The simple truth is… I want to feel it. I want to experience it. I remember you lamenting that you wouldn’t get a chance to observe the changes wrought in a bipedal subject. What you could learn from it. By the time you’re watching this… I’ll be full of eggs. The virus will be wreaking havoc on my physiology, altering me and changing me. It’s entirely possible, probable in fact, that by the time you’re watching this, the process will be irreversible.

I’m begging you, Director. Don’t release me. I absolve you of any responsibility. I have spent the last two months planning this. Attached you will find my notes. Nobody else knows about this. 

I want this. I need it.

Marika Lassiter

Marika finished the recording and set the data pad down on the table in front of her. Behind her was the doorway to the drake enclosure. She’d been through that door dozens of times to check on the livestock or replenish the drakes’ food supply, but this time, she was completely nude. Rather than the whites and blues of the study team’s uniform and the breathing mask, all that covered her was her dark gray and black fur. She coiled her banded tail around her legs and gripped the side of the desk.

“Holy shit, Marika. You’re really going to fucking do this, aren’t you? You’re insane!” she said to herself.  And, she thought, maybe she spoke the truth. Nobody should be wanting what she had planned, but not only did she want it, she’d been planning it ever since the day her coworker had been rescued. She could rationalize it away as a scientific thing, a sacrifice for the sake of research, but she knew the truth, and so would director Shulat and the rest of the team. The arachnid drakes turned her on. She didn’t know why, really, but that was the simple truth. Every time she’d watched one of the livestock parasitized, she’d ended up needing to go to her room to masturbate. “You’re just one sick raccoon, aren’t you?”

She imagined what she’d look like after the drakes had taken her deep into the nest, sealing her in so that she’d be kept safe from harm. So that their brood would be safe. She looked down at her belly and ran her fingers through the plush fur. She was well-built, if not a bit heavyset, with heavy breasts topped by thick black nipples. She thought she would be quite the prize for the drakes.

Beside her data pad on the desk was a single vial filled with a slick orange fluid, the same substance that her coworker had spilled on herself during the accident. Shivering, she unstopped the vial and drew in a deep breath of the viscous fluid within. It would scream to any of the gravid females that she was meant for breeding. The moment she stepped into the enclosure, she would be like a beacon for them.  She shivered as she poured the liquid onto her palm and then reached down to her groin. With no hesitation she smeared the stuff all over her mound, making sure to completely coat as much as she could with it.  She squirmed when she realized just how wet she was at the prospect of finally taking the next step.

Turning around, she stepped up to the steel sliding doorway with the tiny little glassiness panel in the middle.  Just a few feet into the enclosure, she could see one of the females.  The sight of the creature made Maria's breath catch and her inner walls clench with the realization that she was mere seconds away from seeing her up close.

The drakes were huge, at least two feet taller than her even when hunched over, They had the look of insects about them, but there was also something almost reptilian in the way they moved, walking on their heavily muscled hind legs, both of them tipped by sharp claws. Her gravid abdomen left a trail in the dirt behind her.  Her back was covered in a ridged tan-brown exoskeleton, with darker brown flesh underneath.  Her lower pair of arms were long and skinny, meant for holding prey still, and her upper arms were larger and much more muscular looking, obviously meant for defense. Two strange frills sprouted near the equivalent of its shoulders that seemed to glow a soft green at the tips.  Her underbelly looked soft, almost, a pale orange colour that covered her distended abdomen and ran up in a line all the way to her ‘chin’.  Lastly, her head was what looked the most alien of anything on her. A skull plate made from the same exoskeleton had three pairs of eyes set into it, and beneath the plate was just a mass of grasping tentacles. Marika knew full well the mouth was somewhere in there, but it was completely obscured by the powerful, slimy things. She also knew that in that mass were the tentacles tipped by wickedly sharp needle-like stingers that would unerringly seek just the right spot to inject their viral payload into a host’s body. 

Marika looked up to the highest part of the female’s crest and gasped.  The pink tag attached there had five letters on it that showed her to be the exact same one that had taken her coworker all that long ago. Ever since that fateful day, the drake named Xhala had tended to hang around near the entrance, and the crooning trills she made every time her chosen ‘mate’ had not been there had been almost heart-wrenching. Honestly, Xhala's behavior was sending the behavioral analysis team in a complete tizzy. They’d observed that specific females had a tendency to care for the hosts they chose to fill with their young, but this one seemed to be almost despondent that she couldn’t find her chosen host. It was why Marika had made sure some of the fluids harvested from her coworker had been mingled in with the male pheromones in the vial. If she was right, if any of the drakes would go for her, it would be Xhala. Now, it looked like she wouldn’t have to wait long at all.

She was alone in the facility. Nobody would come to this area for at least 90 hours, more than enough time for her to be bred by Xhala and made into a proper host. She’d managed to complete a large amount of work in the last day, and gotten three other coworkers to cover other tasks without telling them why. Her only duty was to care for the drakes, and feeding day had been yesterday. All the effort she’d put into making sure there was almost no chance of being discovered until it was too late was going to pay off, it seemed.  Now all she had to do was open the door.

Marika took one last look down at her belly. Just a few steps is all it would take, and her gray-brown belly fur would end up swollen with the glowing shapes of Xhala's eggs. By the time anyone knew what had happened, she’d be sealed deep in the nest, her physiology almost completely altered toward incubating the eggs within her. If Shulat let the incubation continue unabated, she would spend months with the brood growing and forming inside her. The livestock at the time of birthing had bellies that, had they not been laid on their side, would have touched the ground. That was what she was signing up for, and the very idea had her almost literally dripping with excitement.  With one shaking hand, she lifted a hand up to the door control and tapped the release.  With a hiss, it slid open and humid, sweet air washed over her. A sickly-sweet miasma settled over her almost immediately, and she let out a low groan. On trembling legs, she took a few steps into the enclosure, toward the bench where they would lay out the drakes’ meal supplements.  The door hissed shut behind her and sealed itself.

Xhala’s reaction was almost immediate when the pressure in the air equalized and Marika’s scent was able to waft toward her. The tentacles on her face twitched and three pairs of black eyes focused on the raccoon. There was a trilling sound that came from her, and she reared up to her full height, inspecting the female that had just stepped into her domain. Cautiously, the drake took a few steps forward, then a few more. There was a snuffling sort of sound, a deep inhalation, and the drake went utterly still.

Marika bent over the bench and lifted her tail, wiggling her rump in the direction of the nest.  She looked back toward Xhala, who took a couple more steps in her direction from loamy soil onto the hard metal floor.  Behind the drake, the thick vegetation that hid the expansive drake nest rustled, and she saw a couple more heads poke out of the underbrush. How must she look to them, Marika wondered… they likely hadn’t ever seen a biped in just their fur before, especially not one that was presenting themselves in such a manner. She was really doing this, she realized as Xhala snuffled again, only a few metres away.  All of a sudden, the drake shivered and a stream of near-scalding fluid shot from amidst the tentacles on her face.  Heat spattered all over Marika’s rear and her back, soaking into her fur.  She felt heat on her exposed mound and the tight furless ring of her anus.  Within seconds, the raccoon felt her arms and legs begin to shake before she felt herself slumping onto the bench, her face mashed up against the hard plastic. In that moment that the paralytic spray took, the raccoon knew she’d gone past the point of no return, and there was no preventing what happened next.

The moment that Xhala could tell that this most unusual prey that had offered itself to her, that smelled clearly of males and the incubator that had been taken from her, was immobile, she closed the distance in one powerful leap.  Lowering her head down to where that tantalizing and wonderful scent was coming from, she drew in a deep huffing breath.

The sheer heat of the drake’s breath on her mound made Marika moan softly. She’d known that the drakes had an internal temperature much higher than normal, but the warmth that spread over her bared petals was even more intense than she’d expected. Unable to turn her head, she felt rather than saw Xhala rear up behind her.  With a loud thump, two huge clawed hands slammed down onto the bench on either side of her head, one of them mere centimetres from her nose.  Almost immediately they moved to grip her shoulders tightly, and it was only the raccoon’s fur that kept her from them scratching too deeply.  She felt her tail tugged to the side almost roughly as the lower pair of the drake’s arms grabbed at her thighs and lifted her upward so that her feet were only barely resting on the ground.

Xhala’s whole body radiated heat, and as Marika felt the drake’s chest against her back, the raccoon slurred, barely able to form words, “Yes… yes.”  She wanted to feel that heat inside her, growing, spreading, trapped within her, no matter what it did to her body.  When she felt the mass of tentacles exploring the back of her head, touching, seeking, sensing, her heart began to beat faster.  A moment later she felt two distinct jabs into the flesh just above her collarbone.  Simultaneously, there was a wet, slurping sound behind her, and a torrent of heated, viscous orange slime spilled across her ass and thighs, collecting in a puddle on the floor.

Marika moaned again, her tongue lolling out as Xhala lifted her torso off the bench.  There was pressure at her collarbone, and she felt an intense heat begin to spread from where two thin, hollow tentacles had pierced her skin.  As the zoonotic virus was pumped into her, a torrent that her body would be unable to fight, she felt something beginning to poke and prod at her labia, smearing the sensitive petals with the hot slime that coated it.  Months she’d been imagining this, wanting this, knowing that it was a terrible idea, and now she was actually feeling the tapered tip of the drake’s flexible ovipostor as it explored her sex.

The moment that the tip of that ovipostor found the lip of the raccoon’s vagina, it surged forward.  Lubricated by the slime, the bumpy organ spread the raccoon wide, stretching her with its girth. The furnace-heat of that organ pushing into her was like nothing Marika had ever felt before.  Almost immediately, she came with a low howl, her inner walls pulsing and spasming, gripping the thick ovipostor tightly. To her surprise, Xhala reacted to her climax, an appreciative gurgling sort of coo erupting from within the mass of tentacles.

The two tendrils buried in the soft flesh over Marika’s collarbone retracted, but the heat they’d injected began to spread. The rapid beating of her heart made it spread that much faster, and she began to feel light-headed.  Soon, it felt like every nerve ending in her body was coming alive, and a maddening itch spread through her body.  When it reached her sex, she gurgled and let out a low groan.  Her arousal, which normally would have been tempered by her climax, soon leading to post-orgasmic reflection and regret, grew by an order of magnitude. The thick ovipostor shoved deeper into her, and she felt each and every bump on it rub on her insides. It was a spire of feverish heat that was stretching her wider than she’d have thought possible, and that was before any eggs would thicken it further.

It was no surprise to Marika when she felt something thick and slimy prodding at her lips, pressing past them.  A mass of tentacles was smearing more of the slime all over her muzzle while the thicker one pressed against her tongue. Almost immediately, globs of a thick substance similar to the slime began to spurt into her mouth. It was like a hot coffee just this side of scalding, and she found herself swallowing reflexively. The taste was sweet to the point of overwhelming richness, but there was also a strange and sharp foulness to it that made her stomach churn and rebel with every swallow. Each and every gobbet of it was heat delivered to the core of her body, the only sustenance she would ever need or want.

As a giddy sort of pleasure suffused her, she felt a pressure inside her as the tip of the ovipostor reached her cervix.  There wasn’t even a second to prepare; she felt a sharp jolt of pain deep inside as the drake’s organ breached into her womb and settled there. The huge girth of the drake’s ovipostor had to be wrist-thick, a rod of feverish heat. Xhala let out another crooning chitter as she claimed the new host, seemingly exultant that she had found a new outlet for her brood.

With her stomach soon aching from the volume of the slime that she’d been made to swallow, Marika felt herself choking and gurgling.  Soon she couldn’t swallow the pulsing gobbets of slime, and still the stuff kept coming, just spilling from her open mouth as smaller tentacles unwittingly smeared the stuff all over her face. Seeming to sense that her incubator was fully fed, the drake withdrew the tentacle, which continued to dribble slime onto the bench.

Everything around her was hazy, she realized, unfocused.  She couldn’t really focus her eyes on anything now, and even as the paralyzing spray began to wear off, she found herself unable to do more than try and steady herself on the bench. She was weak and feverish, her body trying as hard as it could to fight off the infection that had already begun to spread.

When the first egg came, she groaned, screwing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.  As she felt her vagina made to stretch even wider for the shape of the egg within the drake’s organ, she let out the tiniest whimper. “God… oh god… yes.  Give them to me, Xhala…” she slurred out. It hurt, oh yes, it most definitely did, but that ache was more than worth what she was getting now.

Every single bump on the ovipostor was felt keenly within Marika as it swelled with the shape of the glowing egg within. As the egg was forced deeper with muscular pulses of the drake’s organ, she readied herself for the even less pleasant feeling to come. “Ahh… holy… oh god… ah… AAAAH!” she cried out, her voice reverberating as the egg was forced into her womb, a flare of white-hot fire blossoming in her belly.  Almost immediately another egg began to stretch her passage. This one would be easier and less painful, she hoped. When the first egg was pressed to the wall of her uterus, she felt the weight and the heat of it keenly. She wondered, in her fevered state, how she must look, helplessly held by Xhala as the drake forced another egg into her.

The second egg was, as Marika had hoped, less difficult to handle, though it still hurt a great deal as it entered her womb and was packed in next to the first. As the third began to pry her open, she let out a low groan. She could remember the distressed sounds of the bovine incubators, packed so full that you could see the glow of the eggs through their skin. Despite the knowledge of what would happen, though, the raccoon knew this was what she had needed to do from the moment she’d seen her coworker being rescued. 

When the third egg was pushed into her womb, the pain of her cervix stretching to accommodate was only a dull throb. Before the third had even left the drake’s ovipostor the fourth had begun to swell the ovipostor. Every time the weight of one of the eggs came to rest inside she was intimately aware of its presence, each one of them only slightly smaller than a tennis ball, but seemingly as heavy as if it were made of pure lead. By the time the fifth egg was plastered to her uterine wall, her belly had begun to ache, but another was already stretching her open. Despite the deepening ache, she felt a smile curling her lips as her lover’s brood was laid within her. Low, pained moans spilled from her lips with each weight added to her body, rising higher in pitch.

Everything felt so hot, so damnably hot, both within Marika’s body and without.  Breathing the muggy air made her shiver uncontrollably, and her pelt was growing maddeningly itchy. The throbbing, intense ache of the eggs in her womb kept growing, and she realized that she’d lost track of how many were in her, but as she slowly moved her head to look, she let out a gasp. Her belly was bulging, the skin stretched enough that she could see the glow of the lives that Xhala was entrusting to her. “Oh… wow…” she gasped.  She let out a sudden low yell when she felt the drake suddenly retract that ovipostor.  “Wait, no… you can give me more…” she babbled. Still, she knew that her womb was stretched nearly to a breaking point. In memories that were hazy, she remembered that she’d heard reports that the drakes seemed to know just how far they could push an incubator.

When the tip of the ovipostor tugged out of her, it was accompanied by a gushing torrent of orange slime mingled with the almost pitiful volume of her own pleasure. A giddy sort of bliss was settling over her, but then she felt something she hadn’t expected.  The slimy, tapered tip of the drake’s ovipostor slurped up against the tight ring of muscle under her tail. Before she could process what was happening, she felt her anus stretch wide for the powerful organ. “Wha?” she gasped, eyes going wide as the ring of muscle was forcefully pride open.

The pain this time, though, told her something that made her heart fill with a perverse sort of excitement. Her lover wasn’t done with Marika, not by a long shot.  There was so much more room to lay her clutch, and despite the unsettling way the thick organ pressed into her, probing places that she’d never felt touched, she urged her lover on, “Yes, oh god, yes, give me all you can.”  She’d known that the drakes would claim male or female prey for incubation, but somehow the thought that she’d have both holes gifted with the lives of so many had never occurred to her.

For what felt like an eternity, inch after inch pressed into her, a constant and unending invasion. She let her lover take over holding her up entirely and touched her belly next to the mass of eggs in her womb.  She could feel the ovipostor as it traveled deeper and deeper into her, until it stopped on the lower right of her abdomen. She steeled herself for what was to come, what she expected would be the most uncomfortable part of the process.

The climax came unexpectedly, firing off the moment an egg began to force her anus wider. The ragged, pained cry that came from her throat was primal, an instinctive reaction to the white-hot intensity that scrambled orgasmic pleasure with tearing agony. When the egg finally passed into her, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Something was broken, she knew that, but that simply meant that it would be easier for the next eggs to be laid.

One, then another egg pried her open as the first reached the end of the drake’s ovipostor. Unlike with her womb, Xhala tugged the ovipostor back a little before the next one could be laid. In the feverish arousal and heat that fogged her thoughts, Marika became aware that the spasming and twitching of her climax was continuing unabated. Pain and pleasure became indistinct from each other, joining the itch and the fever-heat to cloud her thoughts. As she felt her lover lay the last of her gift inside her and tug that ovipostor out, she found herself unable to form words or even move her head to look down at the obscene sight of her bulging abdomen. She knew, though, what she would see; she’d seen it in the livestock. The lumpy, glowing mass of eggs could never be mistaken for anything natural, and now she understood why.  She knew that what she was doing, what she’d let happen, was something she shouldn’t have done, but all she could feel was a strange sort of bubbling joy.

She was only dimly aware of being carried away from the bench, held against her mate’s soft belly. Xhala didn’t feel so warm as she had before, and the air around her made her want to shiver. She felt leaves brushing against her as she was carried to her new home, the deepest part of the nest. There was a part of her that knew that, had she really wanted to, she would not be giving in so easily. But this was where she belonged, where she had known she should be since the day her coworker had been found. That one didn’t understand the true gift that being chosen as a mate by one of the drakes really was.

By the time she felt herself being laid against something sticky, her arms pressed against the small of her back, she could barely keep her vision in focus, not that it mattered.  She moved her legs up and felt powerful taloned arms press them wide.  Something hot and wet coated her legs and she found that she couldn’t close them. She could feel cool air against her obscenely stretched sex and gaping ass.  She could feel the lives of her babies pulsing in their eggs, a feeling that accompanied the throbbing painpleasureecstasy of her distended abdomen. More and more of that sticky wetness began to coat her legs until she felt them completely enveloped.

Taloned arms and wriggling forms packed the substance against her head as well, and soon it filled her ears, leaving her able to hear only the rush of her own blood, the beating of her heart.  Slime coated her chin, her cheeks.  She closed her eyes and soon felt them coated as well, and the very last sight she had before the light of the world was cut off was the single bright pink tag with the name Xhala etched into it.  From that point onward, she knew she was where she belonged.  

Safe and secure, with no obligations or chores to complete.  The only clear sound the beating of her heart.  The only thing that she could feel, the pulsing life of her wonderful mate’s babies as they grew inside her.  She knew what she looked like. She’d seen the livestock mid-incubation. Nothing visible but an open muzzle and a grossly swollen abdomen above a gaping sex that drooled with slime. The sight of a sapient being in such a state would horrify most anyone, but Marika knew the truth.  Only one with a sapient mind could understand what this was. Joy. Fulfillment. Purpose.

Marika came one last time, and with it, all conscious thought fled.