Celosan : Precious Cargo
Commission for Realis
Character of Ebonrea owned by Realis
Written By Rix Prime

"Warning. Multiple hull breaches in pods number one and two. Multiple breaches in engineering bay. Multiple breaches in ..."  Ebonrea angrily muted the computer's too-calm voice as she tried to figure a way out of the situation she found herself in. The micro-meteor shower had been a once-in-a-million case of wrong place, wrong time. She'd been on her second to last jump, far into the largely uncharted border worlds, when she'd landed herself right in the middle of it. It was always a risk, jumping through less-known systems, but it was also convenient. Now, though, she really wondered if making the speed bonus on her contract had really been worth it.

Leaning forward in the pilot's chair, the hybrid jaguar-lion focused her sapphire-hued eyes on one of the displays. There were far too many breaches to count, with two of the cargo pods entirely destroyed, her jump drive completely inoperable, and most concerning, the life support system was completely disintegrated. She felt her balls shrink up against her and a knot of fear form in her belly. The situation was so dire that if she didn't find a solution, there was a good chance that she'd die of suffocation in less than a week.

"Okay, Ebon. You jumped into a star system at least. Lots of planets..." she whispered to herself, immediately noting the panic that had set in. A full crew complement might be able to salvage the situation, but she'd taken a risk by making it a solo mission on the old cargo ship, an RSI-Zeus MKIII. It had been set up for a single crew member, but really was best with at least three.

Brushing hair out of her eyes, Ebonrea activated the scanner. "Come on.  Come on. Just need one of you. Just one."  Most of the minimally-charted systems had at least one marginally habitable planet. She hoped that this was one of them. When the display alerted her that there was, indeed, a single habitable moon with breathable atmosphere, she felt a surge of hope. She pulled up the relevant information and her heart once again sank. Breathable atmosphere, yes, but entirely barren. No colony. No tech. The moon, classified as only as Charybdis-IV-A, had been a terraforming project at one point, but it was from the failed Yatani corporation. Their creditors had stripped everything valuable from the place, leaving only skeletal husks of buildings. If there was an old transistor radio left there, she'd be shocked beyond measure.

"Come on, it's not so bad. You're transporting foodstuffs. Six cargo pods left. With luck, the client's going to go looking for you. Not like they can afford to lose all of this," Ebon said to nobody in particular. The moon was about forty hours hard burn away from her position, and she was out of the immediate danger of the micro-meteors. "Okay... let's see.  Depressurize all intact cargo pods, add that to the recyclable air. Emergency systems. Right."  She started the process of depressurization. There was no living livestock on the ship, the cargo would be fine. On the last cargo pod, pod 8, she got an error. The computer wouldn't let her depressurize it, saying that the client had locked out that function. "What the..." Ebonrea exclaimed, confused. Not only was it locked out, but the pod had been modified for additional security.  "Weird. I better not be transporting slaves..."

Continuing with the process of getting every last bit of breathable air into the small cockpit, Ebonrea let out a sigh of relief. There would be just enough left to make it to the moon. If she was lucky, she might be able to sustain herself with whatever was in the cargo pods. The next few days would be unpleasant and uncomfortable, stuck in the small cockpit, but at least she'd survive long enough to have her feet on solid ground.  After that?  Well, that was a problem for another day.

After forty hours and thirty three minutes, almost down to the second, Ebonrea touched down on the moon. The small cockpit, never meant for long term habitation, had become stuffy and hot, and given that most of the computer systems were shot to hell, she'd had exactly one thing she enjoyed to do during the last two days. After just that short time, it smelled like a college jock's dorm room, filled with the mingled scents of feminine pleasure and masculine musk. Sometimes, she reflected, having both sets of 'equipment' was quite useful.

Through the viewport, she could see the skeletal husk of one of Yatani's administration buildings, now coated in a layer of thin grime, sticking up from the sandy soil. There wasn't a single living thing in sight, and aside from the skeletal husks of abandoned buildings, it was just an unbroken expanse of gray and brown dirt as far as the eye could see. There was the shell of an atmosphere processor far in the distance, the only larger thing to break the monotony of the view. Apparently they'd only gotten as far as making a breathable atmosphere before the moon had been abandoned.

"Well, this is going to be home for a while. Hope I don't go crazy," Ebonrea murmured, running her fingers through the mop of headfur that had grown unkempt over the last few days. She was lucky, she supposed, having been spliced with the genetics of two felines. A few others who had been spliced had been some outlandishly strange mixes of creatures. She had a certain pride in both of her 'parent' species, a jaguar and a lion, a mix that created a stark mixture of deep black fur and soft pale brown covered in spots.

Rounded ears flitted as she took in the sight and let out a sigh. There would be no supplies left in the abandoned buildings. If there was so much as an old graphite pencil, she'd have been surprised. "Guess it could be worse. Could be a scorching hot desert moon," she muttered to herself. "Was really hoping I wouldn't have to break into the cargo pods. Dammit!"  As she unstrapped herself from the pilot's seat, she wondered just how much her employer would charge her for getting into the supplies she'd been hired to deliver.

As she made her way to the corridor that led to the cargo pods, she unzipped her flight suit and peeled it off, leaving it in a pile on the ground. It wasn't like there was anyone to see her naked, just dust and dirt in an unfathomably huge sea of stars. She slung a work belt over her shoulder like a bandolier and stepped up to the first of the cargo pods, one of the ones that had been holed by the micro-meteors. Wouldn't hurt to check, would it?

When the door slid open, she wasn't surprised to see that very little had survived. What hadn't been vented out into space through a tear in the pod was charred or twisted beyond recognition. The second pod was only marginally better, with one crate left miraculously undamaged. With trepidation, Ebonrea cracked the seal on the crate and was rewarded by the sight of ration packs, enough for at least two weeks of meals. Relief and joy filled her; she wasn't likely to starve on the planet if this was the same cargo as in the other pods. If even one other pod had foodstuffs like this, she'd be able to survive for months, if not years, provided it took that long to find and rescue her.

Her joy was short-lived when she walked down the corridor to the opposing doorways to pods three and four. When she stepped in, they were filled with huge walk-in containers that held nothing but a foul-smelling slurry from which grew huge glowing mushrooms. The huge pod had nearly fifty of the containers, all with the same stuff in them. "What the actual fuck," she muttered to herself, stepping out of the fourth pod. She hadn't checked all the containers in that one, but the damp and humid conditions in both pods indicated that it was likely they all held the same cargo. "I thought this was supposed to be food supplies?"

pods five and six simply had the same sort of cargo, just strange fungi and grayish moss and the sort of plant life you would find in dark, dim places far beneath the surface of a planet. Certainly, none of it was edible, at least not for Ebonrea. Though she could subsist on plants, she didn't know what any of this was. Glowing mushrooms were likely not good for the digestion on a creature like her. Her dark brown-tufted tail flicking irritatedly, she walked the fifty metres to the last two doors. "Oh fucking lion Christ..." she whispered to herself, trying to ignore the sense of impending dread that she felt in the back of her mind.

The feline's heart sank as she took one step into the cargo pod and saw the same row after row of containers that had been in the other four she'd checked. It was as she'd feared, the first two pods had been cargo meant for consumption by the staff of the outpost she'd been delivering to. The rest were for something else... an experiment, a new kind of farming, something she couldn't fathom. Which left only the eighth cargo pod.  The one that she'd not been allowed to vent. Given the security that her employers had put on it, it had to have something precious in there. Maybe even livestock, though that didn't make much sense to her.

She opened one of the pouches on the belt and approached the keypad. As she inspected it, she couldn't see any special security on it. Just an administrator lockout screen. She sighed and shook her head. Whatever was in pod eight, they'd not be happy she'd broken in, but it was a matter of survival, and the accepted law was clear that survival trumped security.

Withdrawing a small set of tools and wires, she attached them to a wrist terminal and then to the keypad. It was a matter of only a few minutes of work, and the keypad's administrator lockout screen turned to a green 'unlocked' message. With a small roar of triumph -she had always enjoyed being able to break just about any lock- she tapped the 'open' button and stepped in.

Stepping into the pod, she'd expected any number of things. Valuables, expensive equipment, live animals for slaughter, anything but what she found. It was as if she'd stepped into a deep cave on another planet. The air was warm and humid, even moreso than the other pods, and all the glowing mushrooms and moss that she'd found in the containers there were growing freely on the rocky floor. Rather than stairs and ladders leading downward, the entire pod had been converted into what seemed like a massive terrarium, a slope that followed the contour of the oblong-shaped pod.

"What in the world?" Ebonrea said in a soft, hushed voice. There was something about the chamber that had her instincts on edge, like there was a danger someplace in there that she couldn't see, let alone identify. The fur on the back of her neck prickled up and her spotted tail lashed back and forth with even more nervous energy. Her ears swivelling every which way, trying to catch any sound, she took a step forward onto the uneven rocky floor.

If the feline hadn't been on high alert, she might not have seen it before it was too late. In the gloom, she saw what she had first thought were twin sets of red warning lights on the far side of the pod, shining out from a slightly-more damp spot against the far wall. But as she pulled out a light and shone it on those lights, they reacted and grew to slits. All at once, a nightmare uncurled itself from the wall.

The three pairs of red lights revealed themselves to be eyes, six of them, recessed in a monstrous visage.  About five metres long and a metre wide at its thickest, the monstrosity seemed to be a strange mix of reptile and slug. The top half of the creature was a deep greenish-gray mottled thick hide, rounded and smooth, almost the exact same colour as the rock around it. Its flat underbelly, however, was a much paler shade of gray, and covered in a sheen of ichorous slime.  Along the side of its body, where underbelly met its hide, were dozens of small slits, from which emerged thin, muscular tentacles which it used to propel itself from its little cleft against the wall. At the head, beneath those three pairs of eyes, all focused on her now, she saw a wide, round, toothless gash of a mouth. Before the monster slid to the ground, Ebonrea saw a sight that made her stomach drop.  Near the creature's rear end was a bulbous pouch that looked almost like a scrotal sack, inside which little wriggling forms seemed to be moving. Just ahead of the pouch was a small slit from which a wrist-thick phallus had begun to emerge. Stepping back, horrified, Ebonrea let out a yell and ran from the pod, immediately sealing the door behind her.  

She knew what that thing was, she'd heard rumours of it, even seen pictures of hapless victims that had fallen prey to it, their eyes glassy and vacant. Distended bellies full of lumps, much larger than should be comfortable in any situation. A celosan.  She'd been transporting a celosan. They were parasitic creatures that used the digestive and reproductive systems of other creatures to grow their young. They fed on the moss and mushrooms and other growing things in deep caves, and fed their prey a nutritious slurry filled with immunosuppressants and nutrients to keep them alive. Sometimes the prey was sealed against a wall of their nest, other times, their victims were docile, as if drugged or just so traumatized they didn't fight anymore. Why anyone would want to take one of them alive, the feline had no idea. It simply made no sense. They were dangerous, to be avoided. Even zoos didn't keep them!

Slumping against the corridor wall opposite pod eight, Ebonrea let out a defeated sigh. There was no way out of this, she was going to die on this deserted moon. With the supplies she had in the living quarters and the single crate in the ruined first pod, she had at most a single month of supplies. Rationing it all, she could stretch that another week or two. She wasn't expected at her destination for another week, and her long range communications had been completely destroyed. With half a dozen jumps between her destination and the next automated check-in, and no specific flight plan in place to tell which systems she'd used as her stopping point, the chance someone would find her before her supplies ran out was minuscule at best.

"And here they fucking have enough crap to feed their fucking celosan for... years for all I know," Ebonrea muttered to herself. The moss and lichen were indigestible for her, but it was grown specifically for her employer's so-called 'precious cargo'. Then, the idea came to her that there was one way she could survive, but she quickly pushed it away from her thoughts in disgust. She wouldn't even consider that, not when there was a hope of rescue, no matter how slim. 

Getting up on now-shaky limbs, aware of just how dire her situation had become, she started to make her way back down the cargo corridor to the living quarters. She'd see what she could jury-rig from the damaged comms, and try to figure out a solution. It was, at least, something to do other than think of impending starvation. Or, she thought with disgust, something much worse.

Four days later, her fur completely messy with dust and sweat, Ebonrea slumped against the housing for the comms array. She had spent every waking moment trying to fix it, but there was simply no way to restore the subspace communications. The most she'd been able to do was create a long-range radio transmitter to contact the nearest communications relay. The problem was, the distress signal she'd be able to send out would take almost a year to reach that point, and by then she would be long dead.
With the way companies like the one she'd been hired by worked, she figured a minimum of six months at the earliest before anyone made it to this tiny moon. There really was no way to survive that long. She'd tried cooking some of the mushrooms, but scans had indicated that even cooked, her body wouldn't be able to digest them.

She found her thoughts returning to the celosan in pod eight, as she had multiple times over the last four days. It had to be painful, debasing, terrifying. To feel sick and helpless, either plastered to a wall or drugged to the point that she didn't know what was happening. Tentacles holding her tight, shoving that huge cock into her, filling her with its parasitic young. She'd be made to carry its young as many times as it could fill her during the time waiting for rescue. And unlike all the other times she'd thought of it in the last while, this time she knew that if she wanted to survive long enough, it really was her only option.

For some reason, as she laid against the metal housing for the comms, truly realizing that her only hope for survival would rest on giving herself to a monster, she felt her cock stiffening. She hadn't really had anything between her legs that didn't run on batteries for a good long while. Would it really be that horrible? Of course, you idiot, she thought, it won't care for you. It just wants your womb, your ass.

The simple truth was, though, that she had a choice between giving up her body to the monster in pod eight, or dying of starvation while vainly hoping that someone would come along and rescue her. At some point later, she would decide there was really no other option. And on that realization, she understood that 'at some point' was right then and there. She would open all the cargo pod doors, unseal all the containers and equalize the humidity and heat across the entire interior of the ship. It would stay sealed from the elements -such as they were- until someone came for her and her precious cargo.

Her decision made, feeling that strange excited erection in her flight suit pressing against the fabric, she made her way toward life support.

Warmth and humid air now filled the entire living space of the cargo ship, and already she could smell the faintly foul scent of the nutrient slurry that kept the mushrooms growing. She wrinkled her nose and looked down at her nude body. There it was, that hardness that betrayed that in some way, she was looking forward to the absolute helplessness of being claimed by the celosan. She didn't want to do it, but there was something genuinely compelling about the idea of being given over to a primal sort of breeding, of being used by something that didn't care for comfort or gentleness.

With the door to pod eight open and the controls set to keep it that way, the celosan would have the run of the ship. With a trembling breath, she took a step into the pod, shivering despite the warmth all around her.  As soon as she stepped in, the celosan began to move, making its way toward her. In the caves that were its home, it would work by ambushing or trapping prey, and so it seemed to have no need for haste. She watched as it unfurled and, propelled by the tentacles and a sheen of slime, it began to approach. Ebonrea let a little moan spill from her lips.

"Come on, it's the only way. You know you gotta," Ebonrea whispered as she watched the celosan approach, squirming and wriggling. Gobbets of slime dripped off of its underbelly, some of its tentacles reaching out, others being used to crawl toward her. Centimetre by centimetre it crept closer and closer, and the fecund scent of it filled her nostrils. How long would she have to stay in its nest, fed only on the nutrients that it provided her, bred over and over? 

The heavy, humid heat was stifling and seemed to grow heavier as the monstrous creature approached. Every instinct in the feline's mind screamed at her to run, to escape the obscene beast, but over and over she kept telling herself this was the only way to survive the possible months or even years before someone came close enough to detect the weak beacon she'd set up. She could see its strange phallus already curling and pushing out of its sheath, as large around as her wrist. The scrotum-like pouch behind the sheath pulsed and squirmed, the wriggling grub like larvae within ready to be ejected into her.

Ebonrea could feel her resolve crumbling even as the bulk of the monster came within only a couple metres of her. She couldn't do it, she realized. It was too wrong, too vile. But just as she turned to flee, she knew that it was this or wasting away, rationing her meagre food. With a low moan, she stepped toward the creature. This close, she could feel heat almost radiating off of it, and imagined a malevolent glee in those six glowing eyes. When it was within a couple metres of her, she turned around and faced away from it, lifting her arms up over her head. She was really going to do this, she was really going to let this monster have her.

She could feel the huge bulk of the slug like thing behind her, hear the faint spatter of little droplets of slime splashing onto the floor. It was so close. A terrible thought came to her. What if it somehow decided she was unsuitable for breeding? What if it decided it didn't need her, and she had to actively encourage it? She didn't think she could do that; it was a step too far for her mind to truly consider. But moments later, any doubts that it would do to her as she'd feared disappeared.

One slender, slick black tentacle wrapped around her ankle and tightened, the faint layer of slime that coated it soaking into her fur. As it slithered around her calf, two more, then another three reached her, snapping around each limb, one of them even grabbing the base of her tail. The faint layer of slime that coated them began to sink into her fur, and she let out a cry as they tugged her against the celosan's body. There was no going back now, no pleading with it to stop... she belonged to it.

As the thicker coat of slime on the monster's belly smeared into the fur on her back, Ebonrea prayed to herself that it wouldn't be terrible, that it wouldn't hurt, but she knew just how big the monster's 'dick' was, and it would stretch her painfully. More of the tentacles slithered across her body, some of them thicker than others. One of them, thin and almost delicate, slithered around her cock, eliciting from her a surprised groan of pleasure. But as soon as she started to buck her hips, it uncurled and moved elsewhere. More of them prodded and touched every part of her, seeming to want to inspect by touch what the monster had captured.

Even though she didn't struggle, the tentacles tightened, another one wrapping around her neck, and she was pulled even more tightly against the celosan's body. Her arms were forced to her side and her legs pried open and pushed back, baring the slit behind her scrotum and the tight bud of her anus. She mewled helplessly as those thin tentacles dipped into each, tasting what they had found.

Seemingly satisfied, the celosan tensed, and all in one motion, flipped onto its back. Ebonrea yowled when it happened, surprised by the sudden change of position, her view now of the roof of the pod. For a few moments, everything was still. Ebonrea, her heart hammering with a bizarre mixture of excitement and fear, laid there against the bulk of the celosan, helpless and bared for its pleasure. "Come on," she croaked, "Do your thing."

As if in response, the celosan curled its body, and as the helpless hybrid watched, that rigid spire of slick gray flesh was brought to bear. Tiny tentacles dipped into her slit, parting the flesh of her labia slightly, framing her passage for the monster. She let out a little whimper as the huge appendage was brought closer to her. It was huge.

With not a moment given to let its prey adjust or relax, the celosan savagely shoved its organ against Ebonrea's cunt, the blunt tip battering its way in, slicked by the slime that had now soaked almost every inch of her fur. Pealing out a ragged scream as she was forced wide by the invasion of the rigid shaft, she immediately regretted her decision. No gentleness or thought was being given by the monster, not that she expected it, but as the wrist thick cock pried her painfully wide, all she could do was wonder if starvation would have been preferable.

Despite knowing there was no way to stop it now, Ebonrea began to struggle, but all it served to to was make the celosan tighten its grip on her, including the one on her neck. It didn't need her conscious after all, just alive and fuckable. With the head of its cock halfway into her sex, it kept forcing itself deeper. Terrified of passing out, the feline forced herself to stop fighting it, reminding herself in a croaked whisper, "It's the only way... it's the only way..."

A few moments later, the celosan's cock had reached as deep as it could. With a flash of terror, she wondered if it would try to keep going, if it would force itself right into her womb, tearing her open inside, but it seemed to sense it had reached the limits of what her body would accept, and it stopped. The creature's body trembled, and Ebonrea could feel just how much power was behind the monster at that moment. Tears began to form in her eyes, the stretch of her cunt was almost too much for her to bear. It had to be as wide around as a canine knot, and every inch filled her. As it stayed buried in her, she wondered what it would do... would it simply start spurting the larval bodies into her, or would there be something else?

The answer came when, to her horror and surprise, it drew back, uncurling slightly, then slammed forward with punishing force. The scream that came from her there was primal, terrified, and continued as the celosan began to fuck. Her whole body shook in the celosan's grip as it curled and uncurled its lower half rapidly, driving into her over and over.

This is going to be my life, the feline thought, yowling with each punishing thrust of the creature's spire. It's going to do this over and over. Her tail lashed against the celosan's underbelly, the only part of her not held tight by the monster.

If she had thought that it couldn't be worse, it couldn't get worse, a half-dozen of the tiny tentacles began to wrap around her face and muzzle. Ebonrea couldn't understand why they were doing it, she was already subdued, she was already serving this monster's pleasure, but they slowly forced her to look up... into the glowing eyes of the creature that had her. This close, she could see the round, toothless mouth, and all six of those hellish red eyes that had been focused on her. Just beneath the monster's eyes were tiny slits, from which were emerging two incredibly thin and wiry tendrils with hard, needle-like tips on them. Even as the fucking continued, the brutal act making her sex throb and ache, the forward slap of that hideous pouch against Ebonrea's sack punctuating each thrust, those tiny tentacles darted forward and pressed into the hybrid's nostrils.

The sudden intrusion, so unexpected and quick that Ebonrea couldn't quite process it was happening at first, caused pain so intense in a place she was unused to ever feeling that she almost blacked out. As they wriggled deeper and deeper into her sinuses, she screamed, wishing she had done just that. The needle-like tips scraped and slid deeper, not careful of what they were doing. She felt an ache deep inside, throbbing and intense. Confusion filled her, she had no idea what it was doing to her, what the hell it meant for her. It was already fucking her so roughly she would ache for weeks, what was the point of this?

The answer to her question came in a strange, sickening sort of crunching sensation deep in her head. Her voice ragged from the pained screams, all she could do is let out a pathetic mewl, not able to process this fresh new sort of agony. She felt a pressure inside her skull, a strange sort of squirming as dozens of hairlike tendrils extended and sank into her brain. Oh god... oh god it's in my brain what is it doing oh fuck oh fuck.

The feline was so distracted by the distressing and utterly alien invasion that she didn't even notice that the fucking of the monster's appendage had slowed the instant she'd felt the crunch. Suddenly, the entirety of the monster shook, the thick appendage within her swelled even wider, and her mind was overwhelmed with wave after wave of intense pleasure. It was formless, sourceless, every single nerve ending erupting with the sort of feeling that usually centred itself on her groin. Almost immediately, she felt her cock grow rigidly hard and start to spurt streamers of semen onto her slime-slick belly. Her inner walls spasmed erratically, intensifying the pain there. 

She felt something in her sex then, something squirming and wiggling. More than one something, she realized. There was a sudden flare of pain deep inside, one that would usually draw out a pained cry, but for some reason Ebonrea wasn't concerned. She knew what it had to be; one of the celosan's larvae, breaching her cervix and entering her womb. There were four more flares, each a little less painful than the last.

The moments dragged on then, the creature not moving at all, just holding itself buried in her cunt, the tendrils connecting its head to hers still as well. Inside her brain, they were active, but with no nerve endings in the actual gray matter, she was unaware of what they were doing. What was it doing, Ebonrea silently asked.

With as much suddenness as it had gone still, the fucking started again, the celosan starting to buck into her with as much force as it had before. For some strange reason, she found herself smiling and gasped out, "That's right, I'm yours, fuck me..." It hurt still, it wouldn't ever NOT hurt, but for some reason it didn't distress her as much as it did the first time. Even the painful slaps of its pouch against her fuzzy sack were somehow enjoyable this time.

She wished she could stroke herself, start to jerk off, but her strange lover still didn't seem to trust she was subdued enough. All of a sudden, cold fear filled her, understanding of what was happening making terror flood her entire being. She would never think of this as her lover, it was a monster, an alien thing that was claiming her body for its twisted purpose. Claiming her body... and claiming her mind.

"No... no..." she croaked, trying to squirm and fight. This wasn't right, this wasn't what she'd signed up for. She understood the glassy expressions in the eyes of some victims now, and the thought that they had been all but lobotomized by their mates -victims, not mates- terrified her. Her voice was a litany of babbled denials of what was happening, an unending stream of 'no' that rose in pitch with each slam of her mate's cock.

The celosan, as before, slowed and stilled as it reached some sort of peak. Ebonrea sobbed, knowing what was coming now. "Please, please no..." she whispered, defeated, but the intense ecstasy rolled over her, even more forceful than the first time as the celosan triggered that full-body climax again. For a few moments, her entire world was bliss, and she jerked and twitched in her mate's grasp as its reward flooded her being.

When she felt the little flares of pain inside her this second time, she let out a happy moan. Oh, it hurt, it still did, but it meant that her mate's young were being entrusted to her. She felt the little pinches of them fusing to the wall of her womb and each one of those pinches told her they had taken their place. She experienced a strange sort of sadness now, knowing that she shouldn't be enjoying it. This was a monster that was taking her, body and mind, and it was wrong. 

As with the first two times, she felt her mate start to breed her again, promising more of its young. There was a part of Ebonrea that made her squirm and writhe and whisper out little protests, but there was no stopping the process now. She would belong to it, and she would love every minute of it when it was done. It wouldn't take more than one or two more of the breedings before she loved it with all her heart, before she could take her place in its nest.

Her cock now full at attention, almost aching with her desire, the hybrid began to cry out in open pleasure as the monstrous appendage began to slam into her for the third time. Almost every last bit of resistance was starting to fall away, every ounce of hesitation or uncertainty was washed away in what her mate was making her feel. When it stilled, the shaft buried in her, she was inwardly begging for the pleasure, the release. When it finally came, she screamed as the rapture filled her, and she gave herself entirely to her lover. It's all she would ever need.

When the celosan's spire tugged out of her with a lewd slurp, Ebonrea whimpered in pain. She wished that her mate could do something about the pain that she was feeling. It made it so hard for her to take what it wanted to give her. When, to her surprise, it simply repositioned itself and shoved the length forward against her anus, she protested, but she was still held fast, the tendrils still buried in her brain.

Agony flared as the slimy shaft forced her open with no thought for comfort or hesitation, and it drew a new scream from Ebonrea. There was no pleasure in this rutting, just a ring of pure fire that was her abused anus. >the following sentence can stay or not< As the thick spire of her mate shoved deep into her, she felt something tear along with a new blaze of pain in her rear. As it started to rut at her ass rapidly, she sobbed. Now, she was praying for that rush, that flood of pleasure it would make her feel. And so, as the celosan stilled once more, she was pleading once more, "Do it, more, take me more, please take me."

Rapture. Pure rapture. There was no other way to describe what was happening. What she felt. She could feel her cock spraying her seed all over her slime-covered belly, climax after climax until it almost hurt to cum. The tentacles holding her loosened their grip, and she gave her lover an almost beatific smile. She understood why it had to hold her like that, so she didn't struggle on instinct. The love it had to give her was rough, but it had to happen so they could have their children. She lifted an arm up to touch the side of the celosan's head in a gesture of affection.  "One more, love, I can take one more."

One more time came, indeed, and two more besides.  By the time the celosan pulled itself out of her rear, she could feel a deep, throbbing ache. Her anus was ruined, the muscles stretched and torn, though to her surprise she wasn't bleeding. By the final time they'd made love, she'd been completely free of the tentacles and stroking her cock enthusiastically despite how raw it felt.

Laying there, panting, now only connected to her lover by the tentacles buried in her nose, feeling the brood within her twitching, she let out a sigh. Soon, her lover would have to disconnect with her. It wasn't fair, she wanted more of this, she needed more. It had been the right choice, and if it hadn't been for the happy accident of the micro-meteors, this wouldn't have been possible.

As she looked down at her mate's cock, still rigid and slick, stroking herself, she had an idea. The last remnant of her rational, independent self screamed at her, that it wanted her to do what she was thinking of.  She slid herself down the body of her lover and stroked that slick shaft, a smile on her muzzle. A sudden rush of rapture from her lover told her that yes, this was the thing to do. With no hesitation, she pressed the head of her own cock up against the slit at the end of her lover's. It wasn't a cock, really, it was something like one, but it had at least one other purpose.

Ebonrea giggled as her cock was enveloped in a tight passage. To her surprise there were little nubs inside that seemed to tickle and stroke at her shaft, enhancing the pleasure. She turned her head to look up at her lover's face, wanting to be sure this was what it wanted, but she shook her head. It was telling her what to do.  It would always tell her what to do, it loved her. She was doing what was needed to become a better mother for the brood within.

The tentacles that had been holding her at first returned, wrapping around her arms and legs. Ebonrea whimpered, understanding the reason why they were coming back. What was coming was not going to be a pleasant experience, but it had to be done. She'd struggle again, despite herself. Her mate could do so much to her to make her love it more, but it couldn't stop the reaction to pain.

Inch by inch she pushed her cock in to the warmth of her lover's organ, until she felt her sheath bumping up against the lip. She grinned, wondering what was coming next. To her surprise, the celosan shoved its organ forward, and the loose lip widened, tugging her scrotum into it, enveloping cock and balls both in that pulsing unnatural warmth.  And then her lover tightened its grip. "It's okay, I'm ready, love," Ebonrea breathed excitedly.

Something inside her lover's strange and wonderful appendage pressed against her urethra. No, it was... three of them, three thin tendrils forcing her urethra open, slick with slime that did nothing to numb the sting of their passage. It wasn't so bad, though, it really wasn't, she couldn't figure out why her lover was so concerned.

Deeper and deeper they writhed, making Ebonrea wince at the unnatural stretch. Before, she might have considered this a terrible invasion, something to feel disgust at, but now, though, she was anticipating what was to come. She wanted to know what it would do, what new gift her lover was going to give her.

She felt something within her give way, and it was as if her prostate was being massaged from the inside. Not long after, though, crushing pain so intense she nearly blacked out radiated from her testicles. It was as if she had had each one hit with a sledgehammer, but holding at the point of impact, its continuous, radiating waves of torment wracking her body. She struggled and jerked, finally hearing a scream peal from her throat, ragged and agonized. To her horror, the little nubs inside her lover's appendage hardened and drove inward, and she could feel them burrowing under the skin of her cock.

Just as her struggling grew to desperate wrenching, her lover sent a fresh wave of rapture into her, and this time it didn't stop. This was the dangerous part, she knew. Somehow she knew. To keep her from breaking something, it had to force itself into her mind, and it could break her completely. She sobbed, but soon she stopped struggling.

"Oh no... no no... no, don't... I don't..." she babbled. If her lover broke her brain completely, she wouldn't be able to serve at all. She'd be useless if she couldn't move of her own volition, if she couldn't do what it wanted. But her lover was desperately alone, desperately needing to propagate, so it was doing what it had to to make sure it could make more.

With the next wave of rapture and agony, everything went white...

Awareness came back to the mother some time later. At some point, she had lost consciousness, and that made her feel some form of sadness.  She was laying against her lover's body, the soft and slimy underbelly a comfort to her.  The brood within her womb and bowel was safe, she knew. At some point, she would be too gravid to move, and she'd take her place in the nest.

Her mate had withdrawn from her mind, and when she reached up to her nose, she wiped away dried blood. Something felt strange, though. What had she been doing? Her eyes widened when she realized she was still connected to her mate in one way.  She looked downward to her groin and let out a surprised squeal of delight. Her dick felt strange, but it was still enveloped in her lover's own appendage.  She didn't want to, but she began to pull herself out.

To the mother's surprise, it was difficult to do so.  The tight lip of her lover's organ stretched and expanded. "Oh, my love, my darling..." she whispered in awe as she finally pulled herself free. Gone was the furry sack covered in luxurious fur, as was her smooth-fleshed cock.  What she had now was a bulbous gray-skinned sack that, for now, had very little within, and a foot long spire of flesh identical in appearance to her lover's own appendage. "I can't wait to give our young to someone else, my dear...." she whispered.

As she looked about the nest, she wondered how long it would be before more came.  Before their nest could grow. They would get her lover's gift too... maybe some would even get dicks like she'd been given. But it would be a delight to find out. She couldn't quite  remember how she and her lover had come to this strange place, but it didn't matter. They were together, and they would never be separated....

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"Well then, that's quite interesting. You were right, Faren. The subject did exactly as you had predicted."

"That's Doctor Faren, Travis. But yes. The subject we chose was perfectly chosen. I wonder if she had any suspicion that we'd manufactured the event? I suppose it doesn't matter. We will count the experiment a success."

"Did you expect the last part? No others have been found... corrupted like that. Their biology changed so drastically."

"It would stand to reason. Other creatures we've found have the ability to do so. I expect that it is based on population. They have some latent psychic power. I would hypothesize that when population is low, they will take that particular step."

"You know we can't restore her now, right? I doubt there's any part of her still there. The scans show it forced months of programming on her mind in a short period. It could have caused permanent damage."

"Such is the price some pay for progress, Travis. Now, let us go retrieve our precious cargo. Both of them."