Dreamer Moths : Field Experiment
Written By Rix Writes
Inspired by work by DemeterServant at https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57969433/

"Hello?  Is there anyone there?  Anyone at all?  God Dammit, Faren, I am going to fucking kill you!  I bet you're not even a fucking doctor!"

Sammie huffed and looked around the forest clearing. About thirty metres across, there was a deep pond in the middle that must have been spring-fed, because there was no stream to feed it, but there was a stream trickling out of one end. The ground around the pond was a thick, mossy undergrowth.  All around, huge trees crowded in around the clearing, the canopy broken enough to let in the light from above.  The undergrowth around the trees looked almost impassable, though she knew she could probably tear through it with the use of her claws. 

Already her voice felt hoarse from yelling imprecations at the feline who'd recruited her for this 'breeding experiment'. She'd signed all the documents, they'd set her up with a special implant that would record all her bodily reactions. It was all pretty standard, stuff that the bobcat had done once or twice before. They'd set her up on a teleporter, which had been a bit of a surprise; they were still pretty new and damned expensive.

Next thing she knew, she was naked in the middle of a forest glade, and there wasn't a single sign of civilization anywhere. All around her were the sounds of a normal forest, so if whatever she'd woken up to was a simulation, it was a damn good one. "Shoulda fuckin' known that it was some sorta trick. Should never have taken that fucking payment ahead of time."  The bobcat wasn't one to just sign a contract without giving it at least a once over, but she must have missed something in the damned thing that said they'd be doing this.

She kicked at a small rock on the ground and winced, having forgotten somehow that she was barefoot. Lifting a hand to the small metal patch on the back of her neck, she let out a small sigh. The data collection device was still there, so they must have intended this, but she had no idea exactly how this was supposed to be a breeding experiment. Was there another bobcat out there? Were they going to see how she was supposed to have sex in the middle of a dragons-damned forest?

A rumble in her stomach reminded the bobcat that she hadn't eaten all day, and she'd been in the middle of this clearing for a few hours now. She let out a low, huffing sort of sigh and flopped down against the base of a tree. What if this wasn't a breeding experiment at all? What if this was a stress test, a survival test? What if she was supposed to try and survive? It was pleasantly warm in the forest, and she could see some berry bushes nearby. Problem was that Sammie had no idea if they were poisonous.

A new concern began to creep in when the bobcat realized that it was starting to get darker out. "Oh fuck," Sammie cursed.  She looked out over the clear surface of the pond that fed a nearby stream. She hadn't heard anything moving in the underbrush the whole time she was here, but what if something dangerous came out at night?  She might find herself having to swim in the pond to get away from something.

"Next time, Sammie, that you think something's too good to be true, listen to your fucking idiot self for once," she grumbled.  A few moments went by, and she sighed then stood up to approach the pond. "Really is pretty out here. Least they coulda done is send me with some supplies. I bet this is some kinda test on my reactions to this boredom."  The last word she yelled out at the top of her lungs as an imprecation, hoping that some hidden observer might hear it.

A flash of movement in the water caught Sammie's attention and she let out a yowl of surprise, her fur puffing outward. It was the first thing other than the wind to make anything in the clearing move, and for a moment she felt unreasoning fear that whatever was keeping the critters of the forest quiet was in the water and about to attack. When the unknown creature rose closer to the surface, the bobcat laughed.  It was just a fish, and what's more it looked like a breed from old Earth. She wondered if she was on one of the few successful seed worlds that had been spread during the first centuries of colonization.

When she caught her reflection in the water after the ripples in the pond stopped, she had another laugh. A plush and curvy bobcat looked back at her, fur still all poofed out from the sudden fright, hunched over water, with a chagrined look on her face. "Yeah, real graceful."  She peered into the water for a while and saw a few more fish flitting around in there. She might have to actually try to catch a few, something she'd been able to with ease as a cub. It had been a game for her and her friends, and her broad paws and lightning speed had been especially good for catching the slippery things. "Hope I remember how to build a fire. Jeez, this is like those survival sims you find out there."

As the light of day faded even more, Sammie just stayed at the edge of the pond. She wasn't at the point where she was hungry enough to try to actually catch a few fish, but by morning she'd be ravenous. If she couldn't make a fire, well, it would probably take at least another day before sashimi was on the menu.

She was peering out over the surface of the pond when she first saw the lights in the reflection. Green and blue and purple dancing points amidst a sparkling cloud. And then she had her first sight of them. The first sign of life that she had seen other than the fish. Moths, but the likes of which she had never seen before.  As they rose from the bushes, she could see that they were huge, their bodies alone at least a metre in length with massive wings that spread a small haze of dust around them. The source of the light were their antennae, glowing with those shifting and pulsing lights. Each and every one of them, she could count about five rising from the bushes, had a body covered in a royal purple fuzz, with huge wings covered in incredible geometric patterns of every bright colour on the spectrum. "My god, they're beautiful..." she whispered, and looked up from the pond to stare at them directly. And in that moment, though she didn't know it, the real 'breeding experiment' she'd signed herself up for had begun in earnest.

The full sight of the moths, with their huge wings and the riotous colours were even more striking than their reflections, but the moment that she saw the pulsing multicoloured lights that the lead moth's antennae were emitting, her jaw went slack. They were captivating, gorgeous and unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The pretty lights seemed to be alive, to be saying something to her, not in words, but in some deeper language that spoke to the core of her being. There was nothing to fear here, nothing to run from. Sammie slumped back, propping herself up with her elbows, unable to tear her eyes away from the rapidly-shifting display.  Already, some part of her mind was screaming that something was wrong, but she didn't want to listen... she just wanted to watch the lights.

The lead moth fluttered ever closer, its body now directly over the pond.  It flapped its wings rapidly, and Sammie felt a little giggle spill from her lips. A cloud of dust puffed outward from its wings, and the flecks scintillated in the pulsing light, creating a kaleidoscope of intense sparkling light that settled down upon her.  She gasped, drawing some of the dust into her lungs, and within seconds Sammie felt something unusual, something she hadn't expected. Arousal. Intense and powerful arousal, unlike any she'd ever felt. In one moment, she was bored, lonely, maybe even a little scared... in the next, her sex was so wet that a little bit of her excitement was beginning to puddle in the soft grass between her legs.

She knew what was happening to her. She knew what the moth was doing, but the simple fact was that she didn't care. Something in those delightful lights was holding her attention, the patterns and frequency of their glow triggering something in her that kept her calm and helpless. "Breeding experiment..." she slurred out, and a cool knot of fear formed in her belly that even the insistent pulsing lights couldn't dispel.

As if it knew that she was feeling that fear, the moth that all but hovered only a couple feet away made the lights pulse even more rapidly, shifting colours so quickly that Sammie couldn't track one between the next. She was afraid, but even more than that she was excited and eager.  Something in those lights told her what to do, or at least gave her an idea. It wasn't words or even images, it was just... knowledge. Instinct.  She wriggled back so her bare gray fur was against one of the trees and sat so that her legs were splayed open wide, showing off for the moth. "No, Sammie, fight it," she half growled, but already she knew she was lost. Faren had intended just this. This is what she was here for, this is what the massive paycheque was for. She felt tears of frustration forming in her eyes and rolling down her cheek.

The moth moved closer, those antennae never halting that captivating glow. In seconds it settled upon her torso, the thin fluffy body settling between her breasts, wings tickling at her knees. What she could see behind the light of its antennae was, in all honesty, a beautiful sight.  Even without the lights, the creature would be strikingly beautiful, a marvel of alien biology. She felt two spindly legs press up against her lower thighs, pushing her legs back even more. Despite herself, Sammie giggled. Two other legs settled down on her shoulders, and the moth's head pressed close to hers. In that moment, all she could see were the lights, lights that told her to stay calm, to let herself go. She was safe, the moths needed her, needed her help, and wasn't that just what she'd been brought here for?

There was a strange slurping sound, and Sammie let out a moan. The legs that dug into her thick, plush thighs gripped a little harder, and the lights before her intensified even more. The bobcat was good and truly caught, helpless to a circle of life and birth that she had never intended to be a part of. Something warm and wet was prodding at her labia, and when whatever it was found the lip of her vagina, it pressed in, drawing out a surprised cry. Not surprise at the dull pain, because it was quite large, nor the sensation of the alien organ invading her, but surprise at just how good it felt. Unable to pull her attention away from the dazzling display, she couldn't see what the moth had pushed into her, but it was slick and wet and covered in little textured bumps.

There were other lights around, other pretty flashes of colour, those were somehow different, and had no power to draw her attention away. As the moth's alien organ pressed deeper into her, she felt every little bump on it, and when it reached the spot within her that had the potential to turn her into a dripping mess if it was stimulated right, she felt her whole body shake. Despite the horror of what was happening, she felt happy and excited, and was so aroused that a puddle of her excitement had formed beneath her stretched labia.

As the moth's organ pushed as deep as it could go, Sammie felt it wriggling and squirming, the whole muscular length undulating within. As helpless in the thrall of the pulsating light as if she were bound in bands of iron, she felt her body trembling even more violently.  All at once, her whole body jerked and twitched, her inner walls clenching and a small gush of pure pleasure sprayed from around the moth's organ.  From her slack lips spilled a low yowling moan that came from a place within her governed by instinct rather than conscious thought.

Seeming satisfied and somehow aware of its helpless victim's climax, the moth continued what it had come to do.  The cadence of the pulsing lights shifted to something a little faster, and from its mouth it extended a thin, hollow tube that pressed at Sammie's lips.  Try as she might, she couldn't make herself close her mouth, and it slipped in with no effort. When that tube came to rest upon her tongue, it swelled slightly, and the tiniest little glob of something intensely sweet was deposited there. A reflexive swallow came with it, followed by another when a larger dollop came to rest on her tongue.

Within her, Sammie felt the moth's organ swelling at the tip, as if a knot were forming. She felt confusion beneath her captivation, and then a spike of real fear when she felt a sudden sharp pain unlike any she'd ever felt before. Her cry was muffled and gurgling, but it was all she could do with the moth feeding her more and more of that sickeningly sweet viscous fluid. She wanted to know what was happening, what it was doing, but she just kept staring at the lights emitted by the moth's antennae.

Suddenly, she felt one of the most deeply unsettling sensations she'd ever felt.  Something was prodding and squirming around in a place she'd never been touched.  The moth's organ, some part of it, was completely in her womb. Understanding of what the pain had been dawned on her; it had penetrated her cervix, breaching that last barrier to get where it really needed to be. There was no doubt in her addled mind that this had been the plan all along, that this was the breeding experiment that she'd recklessly signed up for.

The sharp pain returned suddenly, and she felt a slight stretching sensation inside her. It came over and over with a strange sort of regularity. At the same time, the knot within her diminished and the insect tugged its organ out of her with a lewd slurp.  Something was still connected to her though, something strange, but she couldn't bring herself to look at what it was.

She knew she should be horrified, she knew she should be screaming and trying to buck off the moth, but a new and strange warmth was beginning to suffuse her. She found herself wanting to smile, to giggle, to suckle on the moth's feeding tube. She could still feel the strange regular pains in her belly, but they didn't seem to matter. The fact that she was being drugged by that sweet nectar didn't matter either. There was knowledge that what she was experiencing was something deeply wrong, that she was being made to feel like this, but even that knowledge simply made her want to laugh even more. Why not enjoy this? She couldn't stop it anyway.

When, without conscious thought going into it, Sammie began to suckle on the feeding tube, encouraging the moth to give her more, she was surprised to see the lights on its antennae fade to a simple low pale blue glow. There was no reason to keep her so enraptured anymore, not with that intense narcotic running through her veins. She craned her neck to look, to see what was happening, and she saw a hollow fleshy tube connecting the tip of the moth's rear end to a place obscured by its body. "Eggs!" she exclaimed in an excited tone.  She could see small marble-sized shapes within the tube, the ovipostor, as they travelled the length into her.  A few seconds later, there was that pain again, and Sammie knew that it was the feeling of another passing into her womb.

She reached her hands up and stroked the moth's sides, fingers trailing through the fuzz. She tried to offer it praise, but the feeding tube made her words come out garbled, "ooo... fuzzy... pretty..." She wondered just how many of the eggs she'd get. She blinked when she realized there were other moths nearby now, a whole horde of them. Some were much smaller than others and a little more muted in colour, but the question of why never occurred to her. She was just too happy, too excited.

To Sammie's surprise, she only counted another dozen before that ovipostor drew out of her. "Thank  you," she half-purred when the moth withdrew the feeding tube. She could feel an ache in her womb, the lives she'd been given. It still horrified her, some part of her at least, but she couldn't help but feel giddy, elated even. Besides, wasn't she being paid for this?

"You... you don't have to go..." Sammie protested as the moth, in a cloud of scintillating dust, fluttered away. She lay there, legs still splayed open, and rested her hands on her belly. This was... this was terrible, this was wrong. But she was so happy.  It really had felt amazing, even though there had been pain. She looked up, wondering, half hoping that another moth would flutter over and give her more. Even better than the giddiness and joy had been the sight of those lights, the pretty lights that had overwhelmed everything that she was.

She was finally rewarded with the sight of another moth approaching. "Oh... oh yes... come here..." she whispered, and then the light on its antennae began to glow and pulse, and she found herself in the same state of helpless fascination as before. Underneath all the compulsion and the induced arousal and joy, she could still feel the fear that this was something dangerous, something wrong. But none of it mattered at all as a new moth settled onto her in the same position, two legs holding hers open, two more resting on her shoulders.  She heard a faint wet sound and then whimpered when, rather than pressing into her passage, this moth pressed its organ lower, against her anus. There was pressure, and with the bobcat unable to even try to resist, she felt her rear entrance pried open. It wasn't something she'd ever enjoyed, but to her surprise, it was much less uncomfortable than she'd remembered. The bumpy, slick organ pressed into her, though it didn't go very deep.  It was as if the moth knew it wouldn't have to go far.

The wriggling and squirming she felt within her was definitely different, but the thin fleshy tube that pressed to her lips wasn't.  The moment the delicious nectar was laid on her tongue, the pulsing lights dimmed and she was able to suckle with enthusiasm, some of her mobility returned to her.  At the same time, the moth's organ withdrew, and she felt it repeating the same process as before, a thin ovipostor connecting the rear of the moth to her anus.  There were little swells of the thing inside her as more of the moths' eggs were laid in her.  The way she felt it squirming made her wonder if the eggs were being deliberately laid in a pattern, with room to grow.  In the end, when the moth withdrew the ovipostor, she had lost count.

There was a sense of finality from this laying, as if they had done what they came to do, but it didn't matter to her, she had a full belly of nectar, and it was all she needed to feel just how she wanted. She let out a happy sigh, wondering what was to be next. She'd not have agreed to this if they'd told her what was going to happen, but this... this was incredible. Was she going to be here for more than one breeding?  Obviously, Dr Faren hadn't intended her demise with this.

All of a sudden, there was a riot of coloured lights flashing all around her, and just as she was going to stand up, she went still again.  These were different, smaller and more numerous. There were a half dozen fluttering moths around her, each only at most a third the size of the first two, and their colours when she could see them were muted, with much less detailed geometric patterns on their wings. It didn't take long for her to get some sort of idea that she should... she should...

One of the moths landed on her face, legs gripping her muzzle. The antennae glowed and shifted more, and Sammie found herself falling forward, resting on her elbows and with her rump in the air. Instantly, seven more of the smaller moths alighted on her, gripping her back and her ample thighs and rump, one of them even using her stubby tail for purchase.

Enraptured by the light, Sammie felt thin, bumpy, twisting things pressing into both of her lower holes.  None of them could have been wider than one of her fingers, but together, the sensations they produced made the bobcat weak in the knees, but the light kept her upright. Another one fluttered down and landed on her back, crawling around to settle on her right breast, its mouth-parts teasing at her nipple. Soon, two more alighted on her back, and if she'd had the capability to look around, she'd have seen dozens of them nearby.

The moths' organs pressed into her, and she felt that deep inner pain again, but only for the briefest of moments. The undulating of those organs within her was drawing her close to another orgasm, and so she felt her breath coming more rapidly, her whole body trembling with anticipation. As a tube pressed into her mouth, identical to the ones already in her, she let it in happily. It tasted so very different from the one the larger moths had given to her.  Indeed, it shoved in and out of her mouth like the ones already doing the same elsewhere.

Understanding of what was happening to her, what these smaller moths were, cut through the haze of bliss and pleasure. Instead of frightening her, something had shifted in her consciousness. If she could have cried out in joy, she would have, but a second of the moths had gripped her shoulder and was pressing what she now knew was an insectoid phallus into her mouth with the first. There were pulsing, shifting lights all around her now, and she found that she could move her gaze to focus on them individually.

When she felt the first of the males release its seed in a rush of warmth, she could hold out no longer. She yowled and howled around the ones in her mouth as an intense orgasm tore through her senses. Everywhere she could feel the little claws of the males gripping in her fur, the delicate working at her nipples from the mouth-parts, the pleasure spread, and soon it was all she felt. Lights bled into each other, and as they did, so did her awareness of what sensations she was feeling.

Wonder and joy were the only emotions that she knew as she became aware that she could feel the moth's phalluses in her, but not just as they fucked her.  When the first to leave his seed in her fluttered off and a new one pressed into her, she marvelled that she was feeling what he felt. She could feel what they all felt. Soon, there was no need for the lights at all, as she embraced the pure orgiastic connection to every creature around her. 

She suckled and licked as best as she could at the organs pressed between her lips, able to feel just what stimulated them best. She felt every climax, every pleasure that the males had, and they reciprocated in turn. The males who had not taken their turn stroked their claws through her fur, gripped her breasts and squeezed gently. Mouth-parts stimulated her clit, her nipples. They even nibbled at the base of Sammie's ears, something that could make her melt.

She had no idea how long she was there in that mess of males, but when the first light of dawn broke into the clearing, she lay at the side of the pond, a happy smile on her face. She clutched her belly, slightly swollen with the combined volume of seed and eggs within. They would grow, they would be born from her. What form that birth would take didn't matter. She'd been given a gift so achingly beautiful she'd keep it protected as long as was needed.

By the time the noonday sun shone directly down on her, she had no real conscious thoughts in her mind. Just anticipation of what might come that night, a longing beyond any she'd ever be able to put to words.  As such, she was completely unaware when a tall feline in a tight blue jumpsuit stepped up to her.

"My my," The feline murmured, consulting a wrist terminal that showed him what to others would be an incomprehensible stream of data. "Well, that went over well. My, you are a mess, miss Eintut. Oh... interesting."  The feline had moved his gaze to the bobcat at his feet. She had begun to retreat from him, the half-mad look in her eyes suspicious and afraid. There was absolutely no recognition in the bobcat's eyes whatsoever.  Her fur was matted with the greenish sort of semen that the male moths excreted, and her lower holes were all but gaping and dripping with it.  Even her lips were limned with the stuff.  "Mmm, don't worry, I'm just testing your responses, dear. I'll leave you to it. You'll see your babies born safely. We do want to get that data too..."  All that the bobcat did in response to the clinical and detached tone of the feline was cower and try to protect her belly. With a wicked grin, the feline turned away from his test subject and vanished from sight.

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When night came, so too did the moths, only the males giving her any attention this time. Once or twice, Sammie saw a hapless animal that had been foolish enough to venture out into the open being made into an incubator for the moths, but that didn't matter to her.  The mass of males using her body was all she cared for, all she felt. Their seed kept her and the lives within healthy and fed. Losing herself in that riot of bliss and ecstasy each night made her mind slip away that much more, until she was a creature of pure maternal instinct. There were no thoughts that were her own, just the minds of the moths overtaking her own.

Weeks went by like this, with days spent unconscious curled in the thick undergrowth and nights being part of the swarm of moths. Occasionally, she'd see an unfamiliar feline watching with a bat at his side, both of them wearing goggles. The moths seemed to know that their intent was benign, and so they were of no importance to the incubator.

Sammie opened her eyes one night to feel something different. It took her a while to understand what it was, but it filled her with a strange sense of loss when she did; she could no longer feel the minds of the males as they alighted on her shoulders. The moths were swarming, true, but their beautiful lights weren't shining anymore. As their strange organs pressed into her lips, she stimulated them, but it wasn't nearly as pleasant as it had been, and the taste was bitter.  When the males were finished, they fluttered away almost aimlessly.

The bobcat's belly ached more than it had in weeks, and when she looked down she was shocked by what was there.  Her belly was huge, larger and rounder than she could have ever imagined, more than it should be possible.  She tried to lift her arms, and was surprised to see that they were stuck to the tree she was resting against with a strange glue-like green substance.  When had that happened?  She couldn't remember at all.  In fact, she realized that only now could she even bring herself to think about anything.  Her whole body was a mess, her usually well-tended fur matted with a hardened green substance. The males' version of semen, maybe? Sammie thought with a strange sense of disgust.

She was sore all over, making her wonder how long she'd been plastered to the tree, with her legs so spread. Despite her current predicament and the loss of that sense of bliss and joy that had descended on her at being taken by the moths for their breeding, she smiled. It would be a good payday, and in all honesty, it had not been a negative experience. In fact, it had left her feeling more clear-headed after coming out of that strange psychic haze than she had in a long time. She had been a part of something she'd never thought possible, always thinking that having her body subverted like this would be a horrifying experience.

A sudden sharp pain in her belly drew a yowl from her, and she remembered then that whatever she had been drawn into was not quite finished. She hoped - no, she was actually certain - that what was coming would not end with her completely broken. This wouldn't be a bursting of her belly in a shower of viscera and gore. When another pain came, she realized that she now knew what the mother of kittens would feel when it was time.  The only reason she didn't feel it in two places was because the deeper, automatic pushes of her bowels couldn't be felt.

"Oh god... oh god..." she gasped as another, and another came, wave after wave of contractions coming with a speed that she knew wasn't normal.  Within her, she felt herself stretching from the inside, and she had the urge to start pushing. Tears formed in her eyes, the pain growing intense beyond anything she'd ever felt as two things began to push out of her, squirming and wriggling.  She couldn't see it when the heads poked out of her, thankfully not as wide as a full sized kitten would have been, but she could feel her anus stretched wider than she'd ever felt.  There was squirming and twisting and contraction after contraction and a deep pushing.  With a ragged, howling scream, she felt the two pushed from her.

What came next changed everything, and despite the ordeal exhausting her, it brought back that mindless wonder that she'd felt in the midst of the breedings.  Wiggling on the ground before her were two green-and-brown caterpillars, still starting to form. But she could feel them, she could feel the lives that had been born from her body. Alien minds became aware and touched her mind, and in one moment, she felt the full force of a fresh climax rock her body, every nerve ending thrumming in pleasure, along with a primal and base emotion that she recognized was the new lives' own.  Love and gratitude for the one that had given her body for their birth.

When she'd recovered and watched the new lives crawl into the undergrowth, the sense of their alien minds disappearing made Sammie's heart ache.  A soft, familiar voice spoke next to her.  "We needed one with no knowledge. No idea of what was coming. I do apologize for the manner in which we did this to you. Please understand. It was buried in the details of your contract, which you neglected to read. Anyone who did and still signed is on the next wave. Comparative.  I think we have a mouse we've worked with before, and we're negotiating with a fertility company for the use of one of theirs, a fennec."

Exhausted, it took Sammie a few moments to respond to Faren. "Oh fuck you, Faren. It's alright. But fuck you.  How long was I..." she managed to gasp out.

The feline laughed and sat on the ground next to her and said, "Three months. You were occupied for three months. You're not done though. They're interesting creatures. During implantation and seeding, you received a total of forty-three eggs in your womb, and fifty-six in your rear."

Sammie gawked, giving Faren a side-eyed look of disbelief.  "Three months?  That many?  I'd be exploding with the size of them!" It surprised her that she was so calm, so clear-headed. The calm discussion was completely surreal and strange. "You know, I should be screaming at you right now."

"Once they are ready, one at a time develop. One egg hatches and grows to that size. Once it is born, another grows. And so on.  Takes an hour or two.  So you have a few days ahead of you, I'm afraid. But I think I'm correct in knowing you'll enjoy it.  Your only meals were the males' semen. Very nutritious, might I add. May be able to synthesize a supplement for that, sell it to one of the companies. It would amuse me a great deal to know that new colonies were being fed with mass-produced synthetic insect cum."

Sammie began to laugh at that. He was right, she knew. She'd enjoy it, she'd be amazed by each new life that came from her.

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A few weeks later, Sammie stood naked again, the implant at her neck still active. She'd argued that it would be an interesting data point to see how someone who had been bred with the moths before reacted to them. Undetermined feline and bobcat both had known it was an excuse, but he'd been happy to oblige.

There was something new this time though. The strangely muscular bat that had accompanied Dr Faren the first time was standing there with her, wearing a pair of goggles. She remembered very well the first time she'd seen the dark-furred bat with his bluish skin he'd been leering at her with an uncomfortably intense expression. There had been a tent in the lab coat he'd been wearing as she'd stripped down and gotten on the transport pad. At the time, she'd thought that he'd just been enjoying seeing all of her curves on display, but he'd obviously known what she was being transported into.

"Why are you here, Dr Malak?" She asked casually.  The light of day was fading, and he showed no indications of leaving before the moths emerged for their next breeding cycle. "You want to watch, don't you?  You're going to get off seeing them breed me again."

Malak, predictably, leered at her.  Without his lab coat, his erection was even more obvious, a tapered azure shaft poking free from his sheath.  "You got me right, kitty. Thinking I might use you a little too while your brain's all gone bye-bye. Shouldn't skew the results, and the goggles, well, they'll keep me from getting my own all turned to mush."

"Oh yeah... Dr Faren told me they could enrapture males. Oh!  Oh, there they are!"  In the opaque reflective lenses of the goggles, she could see the shifting and pulsing lights starting to appear. Like with the reflection in the water, they only seemed to be able to catch someone's attention if directly observed. The vicious leer on the bat's face long ago, and his stated intention to take advantage of her while in her compromised state had given her an idea.  She stepped up to him and deliberately took his shaft in hand, stroking it. "You want to watch me filled with moth eggs... and then fuck me silly when the males are done with me... I've got a better idea for you though."

The glow was all around her and the bat now.  She grinned wickedly and gave him another gentle stroke.  Then, in one lightning fast motion, when she was sure Malak was watching the lights, she reached up and tore the goggles off.  He let out a yell that was cut off with a low moan. She saw his mouth go slack, and his eyes grew distant.  "I think you'll like this more..." she said with a low growl.

Seconds later, Sammie turned to face the moths and the pretty lights they emitted, and for yet another few months, she joined their unique cycle of life.