Vale’s First Brood – Part 2
By Rix

Fyacin woke slowly, his eyes only half opening, coming to rest on a lutrine face with amber eyes looking back at him. The night before had been amazing; after getting back to Vale’s apartment, he and the otter had probably spent more time in bed than out of it.  As the night had progressed, the otter’s anatomy had grown more and more normal, and by the time that they had gotten into the shower after a marathon session of rutting, including once or twice where the otter had actually bottomed, there had been nothing but Vale’s colouring to mark him as different from other otters. Even when the otter came, the load had been completely like any other… including how it tasted.

Vale grinned and reached out to stroke Fyacin’s cheek, “You’re adorable when you’re sleeping, you know that? Just thought you should know. The way that mane of yours that you seem to really want to keep pinned up frames your face. I could get used to waking up to that.”  He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the lion’s and let out a sigh.

Feeling his ears splay out and a soft warmth rising in his cheeks, Fyacin murmured a few words of thanks.  “Mmnh, and you. You don’t sleep, do you, Vale?” He propped himself up on his shoulders and peered across the bedroom. The sight of the huge hammock strung across the far wall, packed with the largest collection of plush animals he’d ever seen in one place, made him smile. The otter’s choice of decor spoke of a geek of the highest order.  The living room was packed with memorabilia from old earth, from models and collector’s edition toys to posters for ‘movies’ of the early 2000s, most of them science fiction that had sometimes managed to predict things well. As of late, that sort of film-making had experienced a resurgence of popularity rather than the holovids that put you in the middle of the story, or the more interactive ones that had you take a more direct role.

“Ah, well, I do, but really only need to a few hours a week. You, however, slept like a log. Did you know you snore?” Vale murmured, drawing Fyacin’s attention away from the wall of plush toys.

Sticking out his tongue, Fyacin protested, “Do not!”  He playfully punched Vale in the chest and then swung his legs off the side of Vale’s bed.  “Guess that’s why this room was the cleanest. You barely spend any time in here,” he mused in a playfully mocking tone. He stood and stretched, letting out a loud mewling sound that turned into a wide-mouthed yawn.

“Mnnh, damn you’re a cute one,” Vale half-growled, and Fyacin turned to see the otter giving him an appraising look. Vale was sitting with his back against the wall, lightly stroking himself, his tapered spire of flesh already quite stiff and jutting from its sheath. The otter grinned toothily at Fyacin, then a low growl emerged from his throat. The look in his eyes quickly changed to a predatory stare that the lion wasn’t used to having directed his way. “So, kitten. Been watching you for an hour. Getting all worked up. And I’m thinking… eggs for breakfast.”  A single bead of oily black fluid seeped from the tip of Vale’s shaft.

Fyacin froze mid-stretch. Almost immediately, he felt his own sheath beginning to fill out. “Now? R-right now? I just woke up!” When Vale laughed at his reaction, Fyacin gave an indignant snort and waggled his finger at the otter.  “I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

Another low, hungry growl and the otter was suddenly standing right in front of Fyacin, his piercing gaze capturing the lion’s entire attention. He’d moved so fast that the blankets had settled on the bed after the otter had stopped moving. “Probably best on an empty stomach, kitten. More room to pack them in.”  He reached an arm up and then gripped Fyacin’s deep red mane and tugged him down. “Right now, kitten. You said you wanted to, and I’ve been waiting patiently for you to wake. It's happening now… and I know you want it this way anyway.”

Mind reeling, Fyacin fell to his knees in front of the otter to be greeted by that huge ebon shaft. He was really about to do this, to experience what the lioness in the alley had, though in his case he was fully cognizant of what was going to happen.  Licking his lips, he nuzzled the length, traced the lines along the sides of the otter's shaft with his tongue.

"Oh... fuck... that's new. Yes, dears, you get to lay your brood."  Vale growled, gently patting his broad belly, as if he was talking to the creatures that had taken him over. "I hope you're ready kitten..." he said in an ominous tone.

Without any more warning, Fyacin watched as the otter's cock split open, peeling back like the petals of a flower, the insides dripping with the slippery black lubrication that the lion had seen before. "Holy shit..." he whispered.  He imagined the surprise that others must have felt on seeing this sight, confused and alarmed and then frightened. All that Fyacin felt when he saw the squirming ovipostor and two thin tubes push out from the center of the things was excitement and arousal.

"You know I'm holding back, right, kitten? Instinct keeps telling me to grab you, to be rough, to shove my ovipostor down your throat and do what I always do," Vale murmured, and indeed, his voice was strained. "You have no idea how good it feels. Every single egg is an orgasm for me, but it's even more than that. Come on, kitten, show me how much you want it…"

Before Vale had even finish speaking, Fyacin had leaned his head forward, eyes on the squirming appendage.  This close, he could see that it was vaguely translucent, and the tip had a loose opening. Everything dripped with the slimy lubricant.  He pressed his cheek up against one of the grasping tentacles, smearing his fur with the ichorous substance. "God, this is so hot," he breathed, eyes wide. The scent was so heavy and musky, lutrine arousal mingled with an alien sharpness.  He reached down and stroked his cock, now achingly hard, then moved to wrap his lips around the tip of that ovipostor.

"Oh shit," Vale gasped the moment Fyacin's lips gripped that organ. His body knew what to do, alien instinct overtaking the otter's desire to play it out a little bit longer.  His ovipostor shoved forward and the four grasping tentacles snapped out and wrapped around the lion's head, pulling him against Vale's groin.

Fyacin didn't even have time to even let out a squeal, only making a sudden gurgle as Vale's ovipostor shoved into the back of his throat, the smooth and wet flesh gliding across his tongue. It tasted subtly different than what he'd tasted the night before, heavier and sharper.  With the tentacles wrapping around his head, he found himself unable to pull away even if he had wanted to. He felt his stomach heave, the gag reflex trying to force the ovipostor out, but it just slid in. When he felt something teasing at his nostrils, Fyacin tried to calm himself, but he knew this part would be less than pleasant. 

The sensation of thick, thin tubes shoving into his nostrils was one Fyacin found indescribably alien and uncomfortable, and it made him want to sneeze.  He knew, though, that like the ovipostor, there would be no way to stop them, and so they made their implacable way through his sinuses.  He felt them pressing down his throat alongside the ovipostor, and then he felt like he had to cough, panic starting to overtake him despite his desire for the infested otter's gift.

"That's it kitten, just a few more seconds... relax, you're okay sweetie. You want this, you need this, more than any other I've given my eggs to..." Vale whispered, stroking at Fyacin's ears.  To his delight, the grasping tentacles had obeyed him just a little, not covering the young lion's eyes at all.  "Such a beautiful sight... never gets old... There we go..."

Fyacin's chest expanded as the tubes reached his lungs, the tips blossoming out and sealing themselves temporarily to his bronchi. As soon as the otter was breathing for him, he felt his arms and legs go stiff, and he was unable to move, leaving him stuck with his hand gripping his cock.  He felt the ovipostor squirming, pushing deeper and deeper until there was a strange tickling sensation in his stomach. The strange paralysis was accompanied by a sense of unreal happiness.

"Faren tells me it's like nitrous," Vale murmured, "it only stays in your system while you breathe it. Mmm, this feels so lovely.  I can feel every millimetre of your flesh on mine, kitten. It hurts, I know... but you don't care, you're happy. What's more, you're horny, like some of them get. God, I wish I could hold you like this forever, my dear, but... the body does what it needs to..."

There was a bulge in the ovipostor, and Fyacin felt the flesh begin to swell at his lips. One of his deepest, darkest fantasies was being fulfilled. The otter was right, he could feel the ache of the appendage buried in his throat, and knew it would grow worse as the eggs were laid. Slowly, with flexing motions, the first egg was pushed deeper and deeper.  When it hit his throat, he felt the ache grow sharp and intense, and his breathing was cut off for a moment as his throat swelled. He could imagine how it looked now, the ovoid shape making his throat bulge as it was pushed down his gullet. Before the first one had even reached the lip of the ovipostor, a second had begun to push past his lips.

As the ovoid shape pressed down on Fyacin's tongue, he felt a slight weight in his belly, and he knew the first had been laid. The moment it had, he noticed that Vale had let out a low groan, his whole body shaking.  Already his throat had started to ache, and it deepened as the second egg was shoved into his throat.  The third came more quickly, almost immediately followed by the fourth. By the time that fourth had been dropped into the lion's belly, he was beginning to feel full.  All the while, Vale was murmuring softly and stroking Fyacin's ears.  

By the time the otter had finished, there were eleven eggs within Fyacin. He felt vaguely ill, his belly bulging with the huge mass. It felt to him as if he'd eaten far too much at a buffet, and there was a deep and throbbing ache that encompassed his whole abdomen. The ovipostor and the breathing tubes were pulled out together, and for a moment Fyacin couldn't breathe, but soon cool, conditioned air was being drawn into his lungs. "H-holy... holy shit, Vale... I want more..." Fyacin croaked.

Fyacin’s belly felt stretched, full, and there was a throbbing ache there.  When he stroked his fingers over his stomach, he could feel the shapes of the eggs that had been laid there. It shouldn’t be possible to be that distended without causing harm. He’d really done it, he’d let Vale lay those eggs in him. When he looked up at the otter, he was greeted by that hungry, predatory grin that he’d seen in the alley. As his monstrous ovipostor retracted and the flesh reformed into the large ebony shaft it had started as, Vale reached down to stroke the lion’s cheek.

“How do you feel, kitten?” he asked, licking his lips at the sight of Fyacin kneeling there. The lion’s belly was bulging enough that only the tip of his feline shaft was visible. “It is… oh, I love this sight. I never get to see their eyes after I’m done laying. I have to leave them where they are so the sight of me doesn’t stop the amnesia drug from working properly.”

Fyacin reached up and touched the otter’s shaft and let out a low whimper. He ached so much, felt so full. “I loved it. Hurt. You saw though. Hell, I’m still hard. I feel… good.  Really fucking good.”  He opened his mouth to continue, but then closed it and let out a sigh.  He withdrew his hand and slumped a bit, not wanting to meet Vale’s eyes.

“Hey. Look at me,” Vale said, but before Fyacin could do as he was asked, the otter had taken hold of his chin and forced his gaze upward. “Even after all I told you what would happen. What it would do with you. Of the nests I’d formed on that planet before Faren found me. You really would do it. You want them to hatch, to hollow you out. To give you my first true brood since I got here.”

Fyacin shuddered and felt his cock throb. “I’d never seek it out. It’s why I never went to the kresh. Or made plans to find some weird alien thing. I think about it, and it’s hot as fuck. But… yeah. Fuck. Right now I would. I want it more than anything.”

Vale grinned even wider and scratched Fyacin’s right ear gently. He stroked his own shaft, a little spurt of the oily lubricant spurting from the tip. “Then take it, kitten. Right here, right now.”  

Fyacin stared at the otter, uncomprehending for a few moments. He couldn’t have heard the otter right. After describing all the rules he’d had to follow, Vale was offering this? “I… but… you… you’re not allowed!  You said they’d have to take care of you if you did something like that!”

The otter shook his head and clucked his tongue at Fyacin. “Did you know you sleep like a log? Enough I could talk to Faren.  Plead my case.  Promised him all the fresh brood worms he wishes he’d had from the start.  We’re going to alter my spare bedroom so I can make a nest.  Double-locked and airtight.  I know he’s wanted something like it for a while, but… the actual rule was ‘no uncontrolled infestations’.”

Heart hammering in his chest, he stared back at Vale with wide eyes. The mass of eggs in his stomach ached. He could do this, take a step so far beyond what he should that he could never go back. “Do it. God, please do it.”

Vale smirked and shook his head, “No, kitten.  I won’t.”  Fyacin spluttered back at the otter, but Vale simply sat there, his ebon spire jutting from its sheath.  “You. Will. Damn yourself, kitten. Prove how much you want it. Suck me off. Make me pop. When I seal you into a nest, I want you to know you did it yourself. Because you'll go mad. The nests I made when I didn't quite have my own mind, the wild animals on that damned planet... all the incubators were were mindless birthing sacs.

"There's no going back from it. You'll drink my cum every day. I don't know how much of your mind is going to be left, kitten. You'll be sealed in a nest in my spare bedroom, and it's the only place you'll ever see for the rest of your life. So you have to be the one that chooses it.  You have to do this to yourself. I swore when I got my mind back, when Faren helped me get it back, that I would never do this to another thinking being. But you want it. So... take it."  Vale gestured at that spire, so much larger than it should be, and murmured in a deeper, huskier tone, "If you really want to."

Fyacin stared at the otter's cock as every word resounded in his mind. He knew he wasn't being given a chance to really think about what he was being offered. It wasn't fair, catching him in this moment of weakness and desire. But the lion really couldn't deny that this exact thing is what he'd hoped to find in all his wanderings.

Vale let out a loud, hungry groan when Fyacin reached out and stroked the tapered spire of flesh. "God damn, kitten, you're really going to.... ahhh, fuck..." He trailed off when the lion's lips wrapped around the tip, the rough tongue within teasing the underside as Fyacin took as much as he could into his mouth. "There you go, kitten."

How many times had Vale left himself frustrated and wanting to do this to someone?  To start a nest here and fulfill the biological imperative that the things infesting his body had imposed on him?  All that need, all that desire was finally going to be fulfilled by the lion, his muzzle smeared with that oily black lubricant. He had, indeed, promised to himself that he would never force a sapient being into it, because it would make him a monster in truth. As Fyacin began to draw his head back and then flick his tongue at the tip of Vale's dick, he groaned and murmured in a husky tone, "Going to seal you in that room, Fyacin. Fertilized, ah, mnh... right, like that... they're going to grow. They'll seal themselves to your stomach. They'll change you."

Fyacin heard every word that the otter, the monster, said, and didn't even pause in his attentions to the ebon length.  That sharp and musky pre drooled over his tongue as he undulated it against the underside, and he could trace the line on the underside where the segments of the grasping tentacles touched. His feline cock was rubbing up against his gravid belly now, each movement he made stimulating the rigid length.

"Just a helpless sack of flesh. You think your belly is big now, just wait, kitten. Organs shunted, arms and legs atrophied. Faren studied one of them, and they were in pain most of the time. Sick and feverish," Vale all but whispered, as if trying to convince the lion not to do this, not to push him to his peak, but he was rewarded by even more enthusiasm.  "Fucking hell, kitten, you're gonna make me pop. Not holding back at all."

Fyacin tried not to think, tried not to feel anything but the flesh between his lips and the way his belly was rubbing up against his turgid shaft. If he really thought about it, about what he was doing, he might stop himself, and he'd never be able to look the otter in the eye again.  He moved one hand from where it held the base of the otter's cock and hefted the otter's huge pair.  To his surprise, he could feel them squirming and pulsing with an unnatural life. It was that moment that brought the lion to his own peak, and he cried out around the otter's cock as he came, his cock spurting little streamers of pearlescent semen onto Vale's feet and carpeted floor.

In that moment of clarity that comes after release, Fyacin hesitated with just the tip of the otter's shaft in his mouth. Vale's hands came down on his head and gently scratched at the place between them.  "Birthing them through your dick, kitten. My brood whore, my thing.  Now that you have your cum on the floor, do you really want to keep going..." the otter growled.

Fyacin trembled, his mind clear without the need for release. But to his surprise, and probably Vale's, he continued to play his lips up and down the otter's shaft. It wasn't long before Vale's breathing was growing faster, and he was starting to rock his hips in counterpoint to the motions of the lion's head. "Wanted... this for... so fucking long..." Vale groaned, his grip on the feline's head firm and unyielding.  "Gona...gonna... oh fuck, fuck... yes... you're MINE."  With a roar of his own, a primal and alien multi-tonal sound, he began to spray thick black corrupted semen into the lion's mouth.

Sharp and alien, the substance gushed in a torrent into Fyacin's muzzle, and he gagged as his mouth filled with it.  By instinct, he swallowed a mouthful, and in that single moment his life had changed. No more meaningless encounters at a club after work. No more wandering the settled systems looking for something he wasn't ever sure he wanted to find.  As he gulped down Vale's corrupted spend, he knew somehow that he'd made the right decision.

When finally the torrent abated and Fyacin was left gasping, his eyes wide, his lips dripping with the damning substance, mixing with his own semen on the floor, he said in a voice that was mingled surprise, excitement and horror.  "I did it.  Holy shit, I did it and... and..."

A firm hand gripped Fyacin's chin, and the otter lifted it to look back into Vale's eyes. Those amber orbs had turned a glossy black, and he was grinning almost madly. "And now I take you to your new home, my sweet kitten. I haven't been this far in so long... I don't remember it too much. It's a glorious feeling, my dear."  He reached down and took Fyacin's hand. "Come on..."

After being helped to his feet, Fyacin paused, touching his belly. "Oh my god, they're... they're already moving..." he gasped.  It was subtle, but the bulging flesh was beginning to squirm, and he began to feel weak. As the otter led him across the room to the short hallway and the plain wooden door that led to the spare bedroom, he stumbled.  His feet didn't seem to want to work for some reason, but before he could fall to the floor the otter had hooked his arms under Fyacin's and held him up.

"Of course they are. Their shells are dissolving.  They're bathing in life. Just a little longer and it should really start.  I'm sorry for this, I really am. It's not going to feel very good. None of it will. But you're mine now, sweet kitten, and there's nothing you can do about it," Vale growled into the lion's ear.  Two tentacles slithered out from his groin and grabbed the handle to the door, opening it. When he turned around and began to back into the spare room, Fyacin started to whimper.

"Can't... can't move, it feels.  Oh g-god, it... it's so... AH!  FUCK!"  His belly had begun to roil and writhe, the ovoid shapes within no longer defined.  All of a sudden it felt like he had been kicked by a horse right in the back, then in the stomach, radiating down to his nuts. He'd asked for this, he'd made himself into what these things had already begun doing to his body.

Vale dragged him backward, and all Fyacin could do is look on at his belly helplessly.  Whatever they looked like, they weren't just in his stomach now.  They'd broken free, squirming and burrowing and moving, an unsettling motion in his abdomen that he knew should be agonizing, but other than those sudden kicking pains, none of it hurt, not exactly. "It really is quite quick, the process. The more there are, the faster.  You're going to be beautiful, Fyacin."

The otter dragged the helpless lion to the corner of the room and propped him up against the wall. Grinning, he crouched in front of Fyacin and reached out to touch his cheek.  "I can't wait to see that look in your eyes change. You know, truth is, I've always wondered how it would look in a thinking person's eyes.  When fear and confusion turn to hunger, desperate desire.  When all you can think of is needing another clutch, another fertilization.  Another feeding."  Two long tentacles reached up and outward from his groin and stroked that writhing belly, leaving trails of sticky slime. "Going to sleep for days after this. But we'll get you right comfortable before I go do that."  He patted Fyacin's cheek affectionately and turned away.

As Fyacin watched, Vale's tentacles grew and split into two more each for a total of eight, long and thin, each half as long as the otter was tall.  From their tips sprayed more black fluid, but it seemed thicker, stickier than what had first come from the otter.  Streamers of it, more than the lion could have imagined could be contained within the otter, laid layer after layer of the stuff in the corner of the room.

Fyacin groaned, then cried out as he felt a crushing pain in his chest, the pain radiating to his left arm. My heart, they're at my heart oh my god am I going to die? Was he lying? Fyacin felt panic rising, but then he felt a thump in his chest that felt completely wrong.  Three slow and steady beats, thrumming through his body, a three-part rhythm that repeated.  He felt a tightness around his heart, and something in him told him that one of the brood had done something to it. Fused with it?  Corrupted it?  The understanding began to settle into the lion's mind that he had done something irrevocable, especially if his heart was beating with a steady three-part rhythm.

A day ago, Fyacin had been just another lion, enjoying himself in the clubs and bars of central Dryad. If he hadn't taken that shortcut down an alley, he'd not be here now, slumped up against a wall, watching as Vale began forming a nest for him in the corner. Feeling the mass of little larval things within him squirming and twitching. There was a sudden jolt of pain in his abdomen, but he couldn't place where it was. Another one of the things fusing with him, he knew.

Vale seemed to know by instinct how to form the nest, and in no time at all a shape was forming in the corner of the room. Fyacin's new home, the place he'd never leave, the place where he'd birth clutch after clutch of the things. As the throne of glistening black goo formed, Fyacin felt something that made him whimper, terrified of what was to come.  Something was squirming down closer to his pelvis, a heavy pressure that grew more and more intense moment. "Oh god, no... no..." he gasped.

Vale turned his head, looking back at Fyacin with those deep ebon orbs, somehow larger than they had been before. "You're my first brood, kitten. It's too late for regrets. I cannot stop it, and I won't." There was genuine sympathy in his voice, but also a firm resoluteness. "It's what I am, kitten. I'm a monster, and I need to do this. I think I might have lost control at some point, but you, my dear, have saved some innocent from suffering."

The pressure at Fyacin's pelvis suddenly grew worse, and as it reached a point that had Fyacin's heart beating rapidly enough he could hear that terrible rhythm, it peaked, and he felt... pleasure.  Sudden, ecstatic pleasure as intense as any climax he'd ever felt.  In fact, that's exactly what it was, his cock beginning to drool clear pre and little gobbets of semen. There was stabbing pain where he thought his prostate would be, and then both his testicles felt like they were being crushed in a vise. A wordless scream spilled from his throat, but it sounded odd even to his ears.

Vale, seemingly finished, turned to face his new breeder fully.  His groin was a mass of multiple long tentacles, and six more had sprouted from his back, each of them dripping with black slime that spattered on the bare floor at his feet.  "Oh, that look, come now, sweet kitten, I know... but look what it's doing... ah... you can't see, can you? Your belly is in the way."  He stepped to Fyacin's side and reached down with arms and tentacles both to pick up his new breeder.

As the crushing pain in his nuts faded, Fyacin felt something new and familiar.  He was erect, his cock stiff and brushing against his distended belly. When Vale wrapped a tentacle around it and stroked, the sensation was electric, his whole body twitching. He did scream now; the touch was as painful as it was pleasant, the flesh more sensitive than he could ever remember it being. He tried to form words, but even his lips didn't want to move properly, and it just came out as a low, jumbled number of sounds.

"That's right, kitten, I know... I wish I knew how you felt, but ah, such is life. But think about it..." Vale said as he carried Fyacin over to the nest. "You're safe, you're protected. You never have to be afraid anymore. You'll love it some day."  Tentacles forced the helpless lion's arms behind his back, coating them with the glue like slime, and he laid Fyacin down on the pile of goo. He was laid in a sort of reclined alcove, with his ass hanging over the edge. "You should see what it looks like, but I... don't think you can even move your head now, can you kitten?"

Fyacin felt panic when he realized that all he could do was move his eyes to stare at Vale as the otter-thing pressed him down against the slime.  It soaked into his fur and stuck there, with his arms pressed against his lower back. He groaned, trying his hardest to focus, but it was growing harder. He felt a tentacle stroke his rigid shaft, making another wave of mingled pain and pleasure rock through him. The brood was beginning to settle inside him, seeming almost done fusing with whatever they could.

"Your whole body's a womb, my dear, an egg chamber... when I return, you'll carry the first that will become your clutch. They really are efficient things. So much potential."  Fyacin watched as Vale used strands of the slime to prop his legs up and out, the streamers connected to the walls and ceiling.  The only thing left unbound was his tail, which waved and twitched madly.  Vale stepped to his side and leaned down to press his lips to the lion's. Despite all that was happening to him, despite what WAS happening to him, Fyacin wished he could return the otter-thing's kiss.

When Vale broke the kiss and pulled away, he grinned.  His own lips were limned with oily black saliva, and the lion's stomach churned in a different way when he realized that it had come from him. "Just rest, kitten. Give yourself over. When I come back, you'll see."  And without another word, he stepped out of the room, swinging his hips as he did, and closed the door behind him.

Helpless, stuck to the nest, Fyacin felt his new heartbeat deliver corrupted blood to the rest of his body. His cock ached, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He couldn't move, could barely form a coherent thought.  There were still some of the hatched parasites squirming around in his gut, he could feel it, but not nearly as many, most of them having found their place.

Would he do this again?  Would he have taken that shortcut, knowing where he would end up?  He knew the answer, and it was an emphatic yes. This is what he'd wanted to become, what he could only have become if given no time to think about it, to consider what he'd do. Gratitude filled him, along with a soft joy. As seconds became minutes became hours became days, he lost all sense of time. He understood now, the remaining parasites were growing, so they could become the first new ones to be birthed.

The windowless room didn't help in giving Fyacin any idea how long it had been, but he could tell it had been a while. He'd slept at least once. He could move his head again, flex his toes, lash his tail about, but when he thought of trying to get up, a deep dread filled him. He had to care for his brood! They were safe here!

He looked down to his belly, still swollen but not quite so obscenely anymore. The sight of his cock filled him with fascination and terror both. It was at least three times the size as it had been, the pink flesh pulsing with black veins, and as stiff as it had been the day he'd been changed. He couldn't see his sack, but somehow he knew that it hadn't changed at all. In fact, his nuts were probably one of the few things within him unchanged. His new body didn't need them, just the way they wouldn't need him to move his arms or legs.

He was fairly certain he'd remembered Vale coming back, didn't he?  The otter had fed him by filling his muzzle with his seed. Yes!  He'd fucked Fyacin's face a few times now, delivering the only sustenance his body would ever need again, a torrent of alien semen.  He'd been dimly aware of others, of a strange feline too, pushing and prodding at him. A new door on the room, pressure sealed. An air recycler installed in one corner of the room to keep him from suffocating. Seals fitted to every crack of the room. But none of that had mattered, none of that was important. They were just afterthoughts on the road to the small clutch of remaining parasites preparing for birthing. His brood, his parasites.

He came to full awareness with the touch of a gray-furred hand stroking his cheek. His eyes focused on Vale and he smiled. The words didn't come easily, but they did come eventually, "Is it time?"  The otter nodded, and Fyacin's heart began to beat rapidly again. He could feel them now, in his gut, in his alien womb. They were moving again, six of them, grown fat and long. There it was now... the first bit of pressure, intense and nearly overwhelming, at the base of his cock.

"You know, you're lucky. I gave you that many so your first time would be short. Enough to make sure a few were left after infesting you," Vale murmured, his eyes alight with excitement. "It's been three months, kitten. Can you believe it? Faren processed your... change of employment. Nobody knows what's happened."

Fyacin didn't care, he was focused on the pressure at his groin. Seeming to sense what Fyacin was feeling, Vale reached out and began to stroke that massive shaft with a deft touch. Intense sensations, so muddled that the lion wouldn't be able to separate one from another, radiated from that touch, and he felt something in him flex. Vale grinned as he looked at Fyacin and murmured, "It helps it along, you see? Makes your body push the process faster."

The pressure grew into a throbbing ache, and Fyacin let out a ragged scream when he felt like something was tearing, stretching the base of his cock. Muscled flexed and pulsed involuntarily, and he felt a squirming, writhing thing beginning to creep up his cock.  Every stroke of the otter's hands on his flesh made Fyacin's muscles contract and pulse, forcing the parasite in his cock another inch along. Black slime began to drool out of the head of his cock, and new pressure started at the base, the second of the things preparing for its birth.

The intensity of that stroking touch grew even more, and Vale commented, "Oh, that's awesome, I can feel it under your skin. Fuck, that's big..." Blinding pain accompanied each contraction of Fyacin's muscles, the repurposed organ now what amounted to an ovipostor of sorts. "Almost done, almost got the first.  It's alright... you'll get a bigger brood soon."

With wide eyes, Fyacin both felt and saw the long bulge in his cock reach the crown, and he screamed again as a thick, squirming slug shoved its way out. The moment the apex of the parasite's 'head' was free, the rest of it came quickly. But what accompanied it made the lion forget everything else. He came. It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before.  Every nerve ending in his body was afire with ecstatic pleasure that radiated outward from the base of his dick.  It made thinking hard, made him need it to happen again, to want it more than anything else in the universe.

Fyacin was rewarded with pain again, followed by that blinding pleasure. By the third parasite, he forgot where he was. By the fourth, he forgot who he was. By the fifth, he didn't care that he'd forgotten. When the sixth and last of the parasites was birthed, the only thought that filled his mind was a desire to do it again. To birth them over and over and over, to know that pleasure.  Something pressed into him beneath his sack, tapered and thick, and four tentacles wrapped around his thighs. Words were spoken, but he didn't need them to know. It would be months before he could feel this way again, and it would be dozens of them, but he would get what he needed. 

Fyacin closed his eyes and smiled. Nothing mattered anymore. He was nothing more than a breeding sack, a womb. This was where he was supposed to be.