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THIS one has a lovely creature called a kralosk, the memory of which Nella masturbates to.", "writing": "Just Another Normal Uneventful Stint\nCommission for Ravasker\n\nPart 2\n\nNella woke slowly, the trilling and scratching at the door to Cato's bedroom - her bedroom really, for the next couple weeks - waking her after cutting into a dream she'd been having of spending another whole weekend with the maned wolf. Her whole body felt sore; they'd spent every single moment they'd had to spare in bed right up until he'd had to leave in the mid-afternoon the day previous. Huffing out a sigh, she sat up, pushing away the silken sheets and swinging her legs off the bed. The scrabbling and trilling was getting insistent.\n\nIt was going to be nice, having a place to go outside and relax while Cato's raalask Janus ran around. The grounds of Cato's estate were actually quite large, and though Janus could climb surprisingly well, they had an invisible fence that would deter him from going anywhere outside the grounds. It was especially nice she wouldn't have to wear her spade guard for once. Sure, some guys might scent a fennec in heat when they came close to the gates, but she wasn't concerned with that. The guard was uncomfortable and irritating.\n\n\"Jesus, Janus... just hold your horses. How the hell did Cato find a giant bug-thing that acts like a goddamn golden retriever puppy?\" When she pulled open the sliding door that would let her into the upstairs corridor, she was greeted by the sight of Janus crouching down, two spikes at his rear end waggling excitedly. His pose was absolutely identical to a dog's, with his front end bowed down, hind end up with his rear spikes wagging like a canine. The moment he saw she was vulnerable, he sprang into action and laid his huge forearms, shaped like a mantis', on her shoulders and was giving him a raalask version of a tongue-bathing. Unlike the first time she'd met him, she was ready for this and reluctantly endured it without the horrified screeching she'd first let out.\n\nScratching her belly after the tongue-bathing had been delivered and Janus had run off elsewhere in Cato's house, she let out a sigh. The marathon lovemaking session with the maned wolf had scratched her itch for at least a day, but she was already feeling the need rising in her. She'd brought a number of toys to help, but she'd been forbidden by Fertilicorp to use any sort of heat suppressant. Her body had been engineered specifically for surrogacy, and any sort of chemical or hormonal intervention could have unpredictable effects.\n\nShe didn't hate it though. In a lot of ways, she enjoyed being what she was. She was aware that her contentment was something also bred into her, but unlike a few of her particular batch, it didn't bother her. Fertilicorp was bound to the laws that all the settled systems adhered to. Though she was considered property as a being engineered from birth, the Sentient Beings Universal Treaty allowed her the choice to end her ownership by the company at any time. Fertilicorp did their best to keep their property happy, and only one in four ever decided to leave.\n\n\"A week and a half more of this. At least I can hide here,\" she muttered. Cato's house - really, it was more like an entire estate - would be the perfect place to ride out her heat. Often before the end of her heats, she'd be willing to sign up for just about any position that Fertilicorp had on offer, leading to a few less enjoyable stints with questionable purposes, like her time with the kralosk. She shivered at the thought of the horseshoe crab-like insect pressing its slimy ovipostor into her, dozens of little legs gripping at her and holding her still. She'd been sick and as weak as a newborn pup for weeks as the parasitic eggs leeched off of her.\n\nShuddering at the memory, she headed down the hallway to the stairs. The doorway to the bathroom and guest room passed on her right. The building was a mix of pre-fab colony work and actual lumber construction, with the bottom floor entirely crafted in wood and glass. It was a nod to just how rich Cato had gotten as a colonial administrator. Janus was at the sliding glass door that led outside, trilling expectantly.\n\n\"It really is kind of crazy how much like a dog you are. Almost called you 'puppers' this morning,\" she commented as she made her way to the door through the large and strangely rustic-themed living room. It had apparently been the previous owner, Cato's colonial predecessor, that had decorated the place, upping the opulence to almost obscene levels in his own unusual taste. That administrator had been caught embezzling and everything he'd owned was seized. They'd offered Cato the position and the house had come with it.\n\nSliding the door open - the thing had a damned manual latch! - Nella watched as the raalask bounded out of the house onto the grassy lot. Here and there were bushes in vividly strange colours. The natural flora here tended to bright and flashy colours, it seemed, though the hedges that ringed the estate were a simple transplant from one of the other colonies.\n\nShe settled into a deck chair and watched the huge raalask bound all over the lawn, laughing at just how much he acted like a dog. She really didn't need to pay too much attention to him. He had an auto-feeder in the kitchen, and the implant on the back of his head kept him from leaving the estate. And so, with the warmth in her spade growing much more intense, she closed her eyes and began to idly stroke herself. Two digits spread the soft flesh with a the middle finger pressed in, seeking the nub of her clit. \"Mmm, when you get back, Cato, we're gonna do more...\"\n\nAs Nella let her mind drift from the present to the night before, she felt her excitement rising. Cato really had been amazing, and had proven to be quite inventive. Thoughts of each time he'd brought her to another peak filled her thoughts. \"Mnh, Cato, your tongue... gotta love canines...\" she murmured. The sensation of that broad, muscular tongue pushing into her, tasting every last drop of her pleasure, was so fresh in her memory that she could imagine it happening right then and there. Prying her open, pressing deep into slick warmth, smooth and broad.\n\nNella's eyes snapped open. She wasn't imagining those sensations. She looked down and let out a surprised screech, \"JANUS GOD DAMMIT!\" Somehow, completely silent, the raalask had approached her and had pressed his tongue into her. The two spikes at his rear were wiggling excitedly, as if he was truly enjoying himself. \"No! Bad!\" she yelled. She scrambled back on the deck chair and picked up one of the cushions, throwing it at the raalask. With an upset and confused trill, the creature skittered back on four legs, then regarded her in a puppy like cringe. \"Just... jeez, Janus. Go... go play. I uh. I'm going inside.\"\n\nWhen Janus visibly relaxed from his cringe and bounded to the door, Nella sighed. She was frustrated, horny and had now had her only release spoiled by the huge creature. Well, she thought to herself, not going to let Cato's damned pet get in my way. I'll just go to the bedroom. Pulling open the sliding door once more, she made her way inside, this time with a plan to distract Janus. She could put earbuds in, close the door to the bedroom and just leave the damned raalask whining at the door.\n\nA few moments later she was splayed out on the bed, fingers teasing into her spade, little gasps and whimpers spilling from her lips. Janus had been easy to distract with a strong toy filled with bits of strange kibble-like food, and she had been able to sneak away to Cato's room. Try as she might, though, she couldn't get the feeling of that damn wriggling tongue out of her brain. Every time she tried to focus on her night with Cato, the damned raalask's enthusiastic licking crept in. The bizarre insect's interest kept bringing other memories up, too. Memories of the time she'd had to spend weeks sealed into a simulated kralosk nest, full of its eggs... and the act of having them pushed into her, little marble-sized things that had hatched and grown in her. The sickness and the weakness, the repeated feedings from the same appendage that had laid the eggs in her, they'd been... unpleasant, but the more she really thought about the experience,. the more she knew that it had been more enjoyable than she'd admitted to anyone. \n\n\"Well, crap,\" Nella muttered and laid back on the bed. It was just getting more and more distracting. What's more, she wasn't losing any of her arousal. If anything, the memories and thoughts of that time were getting her more excited, not less. \"Fine. Fine. Whatever,\" she whispered to herself almost angrily, giving in. As she pressed her fingers into her sex again, past the plump and sensitive flesh of her spade, she let the memories take her on a trip of what had happened.\n\n---------\n\n\"You understand that you will be carrying parasitic larvae within you for the next four weeks?\" the ram asked, holding the datapad in one hand as he looked over the fennec on the floor. \"It will not be a pleasant experience. This is your last chance to withdraw. Fertilicorp will find you a more suitable and conventional breeding... if not one so lucrative.\"\n\nNella closed her eyes and licked her lips. The strange, sticky slime that the lab attendants had slathered her body with held her in place, her legs splayed open so that she wouldn't even be able to close her legs if she wanted. Her fur felt matted and clumpy, as it probably would have, had she actually been a victim of a kralosk in rut. The observation room had been converted to look like a coastal cave, intended to set the subject of this particular contract at ease. She said in a soft tone, \"You know as well as I do, Alban. I signed up to stop my heat. The next available contract was in four weeks. I would have had to ride it out. Besides, they needed someone for this. If not me, the newest breeder would have had to, and she's terrified of insects. It would have been traumatic for her.\"\n\nThe ram relaxed a bit and made an attempt to look just a little less formal. His smile was genuinely empathetic. \"Alright. Just making sure.\" His nostrils flared a bit at the scent that wafted upward from Nella's exposed spade, the flesh engorged and puffy, displaying to all without a sense of smell that she was in a prime time for breeding. \"I am really going to have to take care of myself after this. You smell far too tempting.\"\n\nNella smiled at Alban and shook her head, \"You know the rules. No playing with the company property. Fertilicorp frowns on that.\" Despite her words, half of her wanted to scream at the ram to just drop his pants and fuck her, to fill her with his caprine get. She knew, though, that neither of them was foolish enough to satisfy that urge. \n\nAlban patted her cheek and rested a hand on Nella's shoulder, a gentle expression of affection. \"You know, some of the attendants would probably be jerking it while they watched, but... not me. You can end it anytime.\"\n\nNella sighed and squirmed in place, then said in a soft, almost desperate voice. \"No, I... I need this. A lot. It's weird, and kinda messed up, but it's going to satisfy my need. It's bred into me Alban. Like any other Fertilicorp engineered being. As much as this creeps me out, believe me... I'll get what I need from it.\"\n\nAlban nodded and sighed. They'd had the exchange, or some variation of it, a few times over the last year since he'd started working as a lab assistant. \"Alright. I'm going to make myself scarce.\" He gently patted at her belly and then made a face at the sticky, wet goo that covered his fingers as a result. \n\nOnce Alban was gone, the room somehow grew more humid and wet, and hidden speakers began to simulate the sound of crashing waves outside a coastal cave. When she craned her neck, she could no longer see the door that led into the facility proper. She imagined what it must be like for a victim stuck in one of the kralosk's glue traps, forced into this position she was in, terrified and not knowing what was coming. For Nella, who was created and bred for the use of her womb, though, it was actually somewhat exciting. The thought of any life growing in her womb induced thoughts of contentment and purpose simply by design.\n\nAnd so, as she lay there, trapped in that prison of slime, legs spread so that the soft, pliable flesh of her vulpine spade was bared to the air, she began to realize that she was looking forward to what this new experience would be like. She'd had unusual sorts of pregnancies before, but this would be the first get from a literal insect.\n\nThere was the sound of a door opening somewhere that she couldn't see, and then any indication that this wasn't actually a real nesting cave for a kralosk disappeared. Really is pretty realistic... Nella thought, then a sudden heavy skittering sound came from someplace out of sight in the dim chamber. Almost immediately, she felt her heart beginning to hammer in her chest.\n\nDespite having seen pictures of the creature that would be her only companion for the next five weeks while its parasitic brood grew in her, the first sight of it made a tiny little knot of terror form in her belly. It was flat and broad and skittered on ten spindly legs, low to the ground. It had a wide flat black-grey carapace on its back that made it most closely resemble a mix between a beetle and a horseshoe crab, with a long tail-spike protrusion behind it. It remained low to the ground as it approached, legs skittering against damp rock.\n\nWhen the kralosk finally noticed her, it went completely still. Long legs lifted it up higher and it tilted back, two gleaming black eyes on the pale grey underbelly staring at her. Though Nella knew it was only minimally intelligent, she could imagine any other creature utterly confused by having such an inviting breeder just laid out for it.\n\nThere was a strange churring noise from the kralosk, and, still reared up, it skittered forward on its six rear legs. This close, Nella could see every detail of its pale underside. It was as soft and wet underneath as it was unyielding up top, all gray flesh aside from the orifice of its mouth and a pulsing pouch near its rear end with a strange slit near the top. The egg sac, Nella realized, and felt her spade flush with heat at the thought. Oh fuck, this is turning me on more than it should.\n\nThe kralosk skittered all around her, inspecting her from every angle until it was satisfied with what it was seeing. Nella knew full well that it was possible it wouldn't take her; they were notoriously particular and careful with their incubators. It was why the perfectly-crafted 'cave', filled with slime that had been excreted by the kralosk itself, had been necessary. It had been the only way to ensure that this one would choose to breed.\n\nNella's breath caught and she stared with wide eyes at the creature. This exact moment was the real danger, the real point where she could be in danger. She was sure that the observing researchers were watching closely, with security on hand if all their preparation had been for naught. If it didn't take her, she would end up helpless with a very angry insect that could tear her open in seconds.\n\nA low crooning emerged from the creature's mouth-hole and it slowly skittered around her. Nella breathed a sigh of relief when it began to crawl over her spread-wide legs and lowered itself down a little. A thin tube, presumably a sensory organ, flicked out and began to explore the puffy and pliable flesh of Nella's spade, drawing out a surprised and ecstatic cry from the fennec. The kralosk went still, then reared back up to stare directly at her. A spindly leg reached out, stroking her cheek and prodding at her lips, the claws on the tip digging into the skin beneath her fur.\n\nOh fuck, this is so weird, she thought, wincing when the other legs started to explore all over, four of them seeming to explore and prod at this inviting creature beneath it. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't touched and examined, as if the kralosk was ensuring its potential mate was suitable for the task. A few times one of the claws dragged across her nipples, making the helpless fennec cry out. This deep in her heat, they were incredibly sensitive, and they stiffened to hard little nubs despite the sting of those hard claws digging in.\n\nFinally seeming satisfied, the kralosk moved forward, that gray underbelly fully over top of her. Holy shit, it's really happening, oh my god, Nella marveled, a mixture of excitement and fear rushing through her all at once. It seemed to her that as the kralosk positioned two legs above her shoulders, four at at her sides, and the last four bracing her legs, the slime on its underbelly grew thicker and much more plentiful, dripping down onto her body and spattering into her fur.\n\nCentimetre by centimetre it lowered itself down until its mouth was pressed up against her muzzle. The scent was somewhere between that of saltwater and rotting fish, making her stomach roil. All of a sudden, its mouth everted itself and something began to force itself into her muzzle. Little tendrils began to pry at her lips and curl around her teeth, forcing her jaw to open. With no warning, a torrent of chunky, vile-tasting sludge was deposited into her mouth. Nella's eyes went wide and she tried to force it out, but it just kept coming. Feeling her stomach wanting to rebel, she swallowed and gulped, realizing that it would just keep flooding out of the kralosk. Surge after surge of the foul-tasting stuff filled her mouth, just enough that she could keep up with it.\n\nWhile the creature force-fed its new 'mate', it lowered the rear half of its body down a bit more. From the only other opening on its underbelly, there was a gush of hot and ropy slime that soaked Nella's thighs and sex before a knobbly, ridged tube of flesh slipped out of that opening. A second thicker sort of tube with a strange fleshy bulb on the end emerged as well, all out of Nella's sight. With no preamble or warning, both appendages drove toward her, the thinner one pressing at her spade and the thicker, bulbed one at her anus.\n\nThe twin sensations of something thick and slick at her anus and the thinner, ridged appendage pushing into her vagina made Nella want to howl in surprise, but the kralosk was still depositing globs of the unidentifiable muck into her muzzle, keeping her swallowing. A sense of helplessness started to feel her as she felt both of her passages spread open and invaded. Despite the distress she felt, she found herself exulting in the sensation of having her passage filled with the ridged organ. She could enjoy this, she knew, with half a dozen staff observing from secret to make sure she wasn't genuinely hurt, and she all but needed to be bred at the moment. And so, despite the pain of her anus stretching at the same time, the thick bulb that was almost as large as a wolf's knot prying her open millimetre by millimetre, she felt herself trying to press back against the one in her other passage.\n\nThe large body of the kralosk had completely covered her by the time it stopped feeding her the whatever it was that it had forced her to swallow. Stomach churning, she began to feel hot and strange. The light that crept in from underneath the sides of the kralosk's body seemed to dim and then pulse. Strange patterns formed in her vision, and she realized that the muck she'd swallowed must have some sort of drug in it. It wasn't long before she felt two entirely dichotomous sensations; a dullness and lethargy that made her want to close her eyes, and a vibrating intense energy that seemed to crackle through every nerve ending on her body.\n\nNella cried out as the bulb pressing at her pucker finally forced itself in, her muscles gripping behind it. Inside she felt it swell and lock itself in place. The ridged appendage pressed deeper and deeper, stimulating places that she hadn't felt touched in a long time. The thing stopped at her cervix, but only for a moment. There was a flare of pain like a knife in her gut, and it pushed directly into her womb.\n\nHelpless and increasingly confused, Nella could only gurgle, the thing's mouth still sealed to hers. Without warning, two new tubes slipped from around the creature's mouth and, before she could process what it was doing, shoved into her nose. The thought flashed into her mind that she should have been warned about that, but part of the thrill of the unknown was just that... the unknown.\n\nFor a few moments, she began to panic, instinct ruling out over reason, and she squirmed and writhed underneath the bulk of the insect. The thin tubes must have been coated in some sort of numbing agent, because despite snaking through her sinuses, they didn't cause any pain. Shoving ever deeper, the fennec gurgled as they reached her throat, and she found her voice cut off entirely. It was only the knowledge that there was someone keeping an eye on her vitals that kept her from outright panic as she found herself unable to breathe for a few moments. But then, her chest began to rise and fall of its own accord, the kralosk breathing for her.\n\nWith this, the kralosk seemed to settle and stop moving completely. Stripped of her voice and mobility, with her anus, vagina, and even cervix stretched wide, she remained there. In that moment, she couldn't even speak, couldn't call out and try to end this insane procedure she had agreed to. Though not the first time she'd made some poor decisions due to a particularly insistent heat, accepting this contract was probably at the top of the list of 'things I'd rather not have done'.\n\nAll of a sudden, the amount of slime that the creature was producing increased by an order of magnitude. Dripping, slippery and wet, it seemed to emerge from everywhere on the kralosk's belly, and Nella had to close her eyes in order to keep from getting the goopy substance in them. It lifted its rear slightly, leaving a space between her belly and the rest of its body. The sheer volume of it coated her body everywhere but her belly, and upon watching the recording of the event, she'd later see that a thick cocoon of slime had completely obscured her body from sight. \n\nOn the outside, where slime was met with the heavy humid saltwater-scented air, it hardened into a near-impenetrable shell from which even the kralosk was unable to break free. With the first part of its mating cycle complete, it was able to continue.\n\nWithout warning, the appendage buried in Nella's spade began to pulse and squirm, ridges pressing outward and then retracting backwards, stimulating a half dozen spots within her. All that she could do was make a pathetic gurgling sound as the kralosk began to slowly and deliberately rut her with its ovipostor. It was better than a toy, better even than many of the males she'd been bred with, one of the ridges putting pressure on that deepest and most intimate bundle of nerves that was often so hard to reach. Pulse... flare... thrust... retract... the process, nearly mechanical in nature, continued until Nella felt her body responding as it would to any extended stimulation. Usually one to let out a yipping howl or a desperate groan, she instead could only feel her body tense up and start shaking as she reached her peak. Her inner walls squeezed and rippled against the kralosk's ovipostor, and she felt a gush of her pleasure, but there was a difference to her usual orgasm. She felt no new dampness at her spade, when usually at least some would seep around. The kralosk's ovipostor went still, making the moment stretch on for what felt like forever. When Nella, coming down from that first orgasm, actually began to count, she realized that a full minute had passed in complete and total stillness.\n\nThen, with as little warning given as it first had when it had started to rut her with the ovipostor, it began again. The everted mouth pressed to Nella's lips swelled, and a new glob of that foul-tasting matter deposited itself on her tongue. Surprise filled her when she realized that it tasted slightly of her own pleasure. With the insect still breathing for her, pheromone-laden air adapted from the pleasure she'd given it was forced into her lungs, and she felt her thoughts growing muddled. Desire and need flooded her mind, stronger than before. Before the stimulation of the kralosk's ovipostor threatened to push her over the edge, she had a moment of fleeting understanding. It was taking her excitement, her pleasure, her very essence, and adapting itself to her!\n\nWhen the next orgasm crashed through her body, it was significantly more powerful than the last, and something in the ovipostor soaked every drop of it up and minutes later delivered it back to her. With the start of this third cycle, she could barely form coherent thoughts. All she could think of was the need for more stimulation, more of what it could give her.\n\nAnyone watching at the time, hoping for a show, would have been disappointed, seeing only a darkening shell of hardened slime that completely encased Nella, with the carapace of the kralosk on top. It didn't even seem to be moving at all, though deeper readings definitely showed there were things going on within.\n\nNella had no idea how long it had been when something changed, but by then, she was given over to primal desire, her only thought for more stimulation. The ovipostor swelled and thickened, and she felt the fresh ache of her cervix being spread wider. The kralosk was finally laying an egg within her! Unable to see, unable to track how long it had been, the deep ache bringing her lucidity, she could only blindly wonder just how many times the cycle of climax-repurpose-deliver pheromones and chemicals had been repeated. At least now this process could continue. But to her horror, quickly quashed by a new dose of chemicals and a thicker glob of the nutrient slime, the process restarted.\n\nHour by hour, day by day, observers watched the motionless mound of slime and chitin. It was only a week later that the shell began to discolor and shift. Oxygen-mask wearing attendants kept testing the shell of slime as it became brittle and easily flaked off. When a large crack formed in it, they knew it was time to retreat, lest the kralosk become aware of them and begin to defend its mate and nest.\n\nWith a loud tearing sound, the crack spread around the mound....\n\nNella came to some sort of awareness after the realization that she could feel fresh air on her cheek. How long had it been? Her eyes were all gummed up and she found that she couldn't even open them. All she knew was there was something new, not only outside but within. She was completely unable to move, still stuck to the resinous hardened slime beneath her.\nThere was a tugging sensation, and the helpless fennec gurgled, feeling the appendage that had remained within her for over a week suddenly vacate, but her passage was held open by a thick plug as it did so. She wanted to howl as a few patches of fur went with it, stuck to its length with more of that sticky slime, but she was still hoarse. The next was the one in her rump, and that one hurt, tugging harder and harder until the bulb was yanked out. Next, that horrible everted mouth finally retracted, little grasping nubs releasing her teeth. The last to withdraw were the breathing tubes, which pulled out slowly, carefully. As soon as she could, Nella started to cough, letting out low moans. Her entire belly felt wrong. It was aching and sensitive, but with her eyes still gummed shut and her arms pinned to her side, she couldn't inspect it.\n\nThe most disturbing part of it was that her belly was moving... or at least something within it was. There was an unsettling pulsing and twitching that accompanied a deep, throbbing ache that radiated from her womb. As she felt the bulk of the kralosk climbed off of her, accompanied by a muffled tearing sound, she could finally feel much cooler air wash over her. It was then that she realized that at some point during the ordeal, her ears had become plugged with the same gobbets of slime that covered her eyes.\n\nBlind and half-deaf, her womb pulsing that maddening sensation outward, Nella felt like she had some sort of fever. It was as if her head was stuffed with cotton, and cough as much as she could, she couldn't dislodge the tickle in her throat, though it didn't block her breathing. Her belly ached though, more than she had ever felt. Despite knowing that her vital signs were being monitored closely to ensure she wasn't in danger, she couldn't help the fear that had begun to creep into her consciousness.\n\nThe fennec had no idea how much time had passed, helpless and alone. She knew the necessity of what was happening, but it was growing less and less easy to endure without losing her composure. Gone was the ecstatic and enthusiastic need, all she could feel was that sickening throb in her womb. She couldn't even inspect what she looked like or touch her belly to see just how swollen it was.\n\nIt wasn't long before she completely lost track of time, the only thing changing was the deepening throb. She couldn't imagine what her belly looked like. She'd been told the recovery after this ordeal would be a matter of weeks, but the pay, oh it had been good, and she could handle this much more than most. She barely heard the return of the kralosk, and when it skittered over her, she moaned. It couldn't intend to put more in her, could it? She'd burst! But all that happened this time was that strange mouth everting itself, feeding her some of that vile sludge that she could barely choke down.\n\nFor time that she couldn't count, Nella laid there, squirming and wishing she could move, or see, or anything at all. She developed an itch on her nose that drove her to more distraction than her distended belly. The kralosk returned to feed her, and to go lower toward her spade and ass and spend time cleaning her, using some tube-like appendage to attend to the more embarrassing aspects of her body. And for a time, that was her entire life, until she began to wonder if this was going to end, if she was going to stay here until she burst, despite the assurances of the client.\n\nSome time in the future, days, maybe even weeks, she realized that she had not been fed in a while. Removed from time, she could only track its passing by feedings and cleanings, and she'd come to depend on their regularity. When she squirmed, trying to make some noise, she found that the slime had become brittle, and with some effort, she was able to pull her arm free. Almost immediately, she reached up to touch her belly. Shock filled her when she realized it was nearly twice the size it had been during her last surrogacy, and she could feel things within squirming.\n\nShe was soon able to free her other arm, and soon she was pulling away and wiping at the brittle and crumbling stuff on her face. Her ears took longer, but when she was done, she lay there, squinting. She was so weak. Her grotesquely gravid belly was far too large, and her muscles so unused that there was no way she'd be able to get up.\n\nJust as she was getting ready to call out, to cry for some sort of reassurance from the people she knew were observing, she felt a sudden clench and the urge to push. \"Oh fuck,\" she croaked, her hoarse voice barely a whisper. She knew what that feeling was, she'd felt it before when she had a much more typical brood within her. The kralosk's eggs had hatched, and they were ready to be born...\n\n-------\n\n\nNella flopped back on Cato's bed, her whole body shaking with the power of over a half dozen orgasms. The sheets around her were messy and wet with her pleasure, and she was breathing raggedly. She could hear Janus trilling outside the bedroom door, but she didn't care at all. If she had to be completely honest with herself, she knew she'd signed up for that session with the kralosk because she knew it would satisfy curiosities within her that she'd always had. It had been unpleasant and strange and oh how she had hated the recovery period. But if asked, she would do it again, and sign up for any other sort of breeding experiment or harvesting that Fertilicorp put forward.\n\nStill unsatisfied, even after all the mess that she had made, Nella's golden eyes came to rest on the doorway. Behind it, Janus was trilling almost despondently. She knew what he wanted, she knew that he would be very interested in what her body had to offer. \n\nA wide grin formed on her muzzle. Really remembering her time with the kralosk, enjoying herself to all the memories, had settled her mind, but not in the way she'd expected. \"Alright, Janus... let's see what you have to offer me...\" she said softly, and climbed off the bed to let the raalask in.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Just Another Normal Uneventful Stint
Commission for Ravasker

Part 2

Nella woke slowly, the trilling and scratching at the door to Cato's bedroom - her bedroom really, for the next couple weeks - waking her after cutting into a dream she'd been having of spending another whole weekend with the maned wolf. Her whole body felt sore;  they'd spent every single moment they'd had to spare in bed right up until he'd had to leave in the mid-afternoon the day previous. Huffing out a sigh, she sat up, pushing away the silken sheets and swinging her legs off the bed. The scrabbling and trilling was getting insistent.

It was going to be nice, having a place to go outside and relax while Cato's raalask Janus ran around. The grounds of Cato's estate were actually quite large, and though Janus could climb surprisingly well, they had an invisible fence that would deter him from going anywhere outside the grounds. It was especially nice she wouldn't have to wear her spade guard for once. Sure, some guys might scent a fennec in heat when they came close to the gates, but she wasn't concerned with that. The guard was uncomfortable and irritating.

"Jesus, Janus... just hold your horses. How the hell did Cato find a giant bug-thing that acts like a goddamn golden retriever puppy?" When she pulled open the sliding door that would let her into the upstairs corridor, she was greeted by the sight of Janus crouching down, two spikes at his rear end waggling excitedly. His pose was absolutely identical to a dog's, with his front end bowed down, hind end up with his rear spikes wagging like a canine. The moment he saw she was vulnerable, he sprang into action and laid his huge forearms, shaped like a mantis', on her shoulders and was giving him a raalask version of a tongue-bathing. Unlike the first time she'd met him, she was ready for this and reluctantly endured it without the horrified screeching she'd first let out.

Scratching her belly after the tongue-bathing had been delivered and Janus had run off elsewhere in Cato's house, she let out a sigh. The marathon lovemaking session with the maned wolf had scratched her itch for at least a day, but she was already feeling the need rising in her. She'd brought a number of toys to help, but she'd been forbidden by Fertilicorp to use any sort of heat suppressant. Her body had been engineered specifically for surrogacy, and any sort of chemical or hormonal intervention could have unpredictable effects.

She didn't hate it though. In a lot of ways, she enjoyed being what she was. She was aware that her contentment was something also bred into her, but unlike a few of her particular batch, it didn't bother her. Fertilicorp was bound to the laws that all the settled systems adhered to. Though she was considered property as a being engineered from birth, the Sentient Beings Universal Treaty allowed her the choice to end her ownership by the company at any time. Fertilicorp did their best to keep their property happy, and only one in four ever decided to leave.

"A week and a half more of this. At least I can hide here," she muttered. Cato's house - really, it was more like an entire estate - would be the perfect place to ride out her heat. Often before the end of her heats, she'd be willing to sign up for just about any position that Fertilicorp had on offer, leading to a few less enjoyable stints with questionable purposes, like her time with the kralosk. She shivered at the thought of the horseshoe crab-like insect pressing its slimy ovipostor into her, dozens of little legs gripping at her and holding her still. She'd been sick and as weak as a newborn pup for weeks as the parasitic eggs leeched off of her.

Shuddering at the memory, she headed down the hallway to the stairs. The doorway to the bathroom and guest room passed on her right. The building was a mix of pre-fab colony work and actual lumber construction, with the bottom floor entirely crafted in wood and glass. It was a nod to just how rich Cato had gotten as a colonial administrator. Janus was at the sliding glass door that led outside, trilling expectantly.

"It really is kind of crazy how much like a dog you are. Almost called you 'puppers' this morning," she commented as she made her way to the door through the large and strangely rustic-themed living room. It had apparently been the previous owner, Cato's colonial predecessor, that had decorated the place, upping the opulence to almost obscene levels in his own unusual taste. That administrator had been caught embezzling and everything he'd owned was seized. They'd offered Cato the position and the house had come with it.

Sliding the door open - the thing had a damned manual latch! - Nella watched as the raalask bounded out of the house onto the grassy lot. Here and there were bushes in vividly strange colours. The natural flora here tended to bright and flashy colours, it seemed, though the hedges that ringed the estate were a simple transplant from one of the other colonies.

She settled into a deck chair and watched the huge raalask bound all over the lawn, laughing at just how much he acted like a dog.  She really didn't need to pay too much attention to him.  He had an auto-feeder in the kitchen, and the implant on the back of his head kept him from leaving the estate.  And so, with the warmth in her spade growing much more intense, she closed her eyes and began to idly stroke herself. Two digits spread the soft flesh with a the middle finger pressed in, seeking the nub of her clit. "Mmm, when you get back, Cato, we're gonna do more..."

As Nella let her mind drift from the present to the night before, she felt her excitement rising. Cato really had been amazing, and had proven to be quite inventive. Thoughts of each time he'd brought her to another peak filled her thoughts.  "Mnh, Cato, your tongue... gotta love canines..." she murmured.  The sensation of that broad, muscular tongue pushing into her, tasting every last drop of her pleasure, was so fresh in her memory that she could imagine it happening right then and there. Prying her open, pressing deep into slick warmth, smooth and broad.

Nella's eyes snapped open.  She wasn't imagining those sensations.  She looked down and let out a surprised screech, "JANUS GOD DAMMIT!"  Somehow, completely silent, the raalask had approached her and had pressed his tongue into her.  The two spikes at his rear were wiggling excitedly, as if he was truly enjoying himself.  "No!  Bad!" she yelled.  She scrambled back on the deck chair and picked up one of the cushions, throwing it at the raalask.  With an upset and confused trill, the creature skittered back on four legs, then regarded her in a puppy like cringe.  "Just... jeez, Janus.  Go... go play.  I uh.  I'm going inside."

When Janus visibly relaxed from his cringe and bounded to the door, Nella sighed.  She was frustrated, horny and had now had her only release spoiled by the huge creature. Well, she thought to herself, not going to let Cato's damned pet get in my way.  I'll just go to the bedroom.  Pulling open the sliding door once more, she made her way inside, this time with a plan to distract Janus.  She could put earbuds in, close the door to the bedroom and just leave the damned raalask whining at the door.

A few moments later she was splayed out on the bed, fingers teasing into her spade, little gasps and whimpers spilling from her lips. Janus had been easy to distract with a strong toy filled with bits of strange kibble-like food, and she had been able to sneak away to Cato's room. Try as she might, though, she couldn't get the feeling of that damn wriggling tongue out of her brain.  Every time she tried to focus on her night with Cato, the damned raalask's enthusiastic licking crept in. The bizarre insect's interest kept bringing other memories up, too.  Memories of the time she'd had to spend weeks sealed into a simulated kralosk nest, full of its eggs... and the act of having them pushed into her, little marble-sized things that had hatched and grown in her. The sickness and the weakness, the repeated feedings from the same appendage that had laid the eggs in her, they'd been... unpleasant, but the more she really thought about the experience,. the more she knew that it had been more enjoyable than she'd admitted to anyone.

"Well, crap," Nella muttered and laid back on the bed. It was just getting more and more distracting. What's more, she wasn't losing any of her arousal. If anything, the memories and thoughts of that time were getting her more excited, not less. "Fine.  Fine. Whatever," she whispered to herself almost angrily, giving in. As she pressed her fingers into her sex again, past the plump and sensitive flesh of her spade, she let the memories take her on a trip of what had happened.

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"You understand that you will be carrying parasitic larvae within you for the next four weeks?" the ram asked, holding the datapad in one hand as he looked over the fennec on the floor. "It will not be a pleasant experience. This is your last chance to withdraw. Fertilicorp will find you a more suitable and conventional breeding... if not one so lucrative."

Nella closed her eyes and licked her lips.  The strange, sticky slime that the lab attendants had slathered her body with held her in place, her legs splayed open so that she wouldn't even be able to close her legs if she wanted. Her fur felt matted and clumpy, as it probably would have, had she actually been a victim of a kralosk in rut.  The observation room had been converted to look like a coastal cave, intended to set the subject of this particular contract at ease. She said in a soft tone, "You know as well as I do, Alban. I signed up to stop my heat. The next available contract was in four weeks. I would have had to ride it out. Besides, they needed someone for this. If not me, the newest breeder would have had to, and she's terrified of insects. It would have been traumatic for her."

The ram relaxed a bit and made an attempt to look just a little less formal. His smile was genuinely empathetic. "Alright. Just making sure."  His nostrils flared a bit at the scent that wafted upward from Nella's exposed spade, the flesh engorged and puffy, displaying to all without a sense of smell that she was in a prime time for breeding. "I am really going to have to take care of myself after this. You smell far too tempting."

Nella smiled at Alban and shook her head, "You know the rules. No playing with the company property. Fertilicorp frowns on that." Despite her words, half of her wanted to scream at the ram to just drop his pants and fuck her, to fill her with his caprine get. She knew, though, that neither of them was foolish enough to satisfy that urge.

Alban patted her cheek and rested a hand on Nella's shoulder, a gentle expression of affection. "You know, some of the attendants would probably be jerking it while they watched, but... not me. You can end it anytime."

Nella sighed and squirmed in place, then said in a soft, almost desperate voice.  "No, I... I need this. A lot. It's weird, and kinda messed up, but it's going to satisfy my need. It's bred into me Alban. Like any other Fertilicorp engineered being. As much as this creeps me out, believe me... I'll get what I need from it."

Alban nodded and sighed. They'd had the exchange, or some variation of it, a few times over the last year since he'd started working as a lab assistant. "Alright.  I'm going to make myself scarce." He gently patted at her belly and then made a face at the sticky, wet goo that covered his fingers as a result.

Once Alban was gone, the room somehow grew more humid and wet, and hidden speakers began to simulate the sound of crashing waves outside a coastal cave. When she craned her neck, she could no longer see the door that led into the facility proper. She imagined what it must be like for a victim stuck in one of the kralosk's glue traps, forced into this position she was in, terrified and not knowing what was coming. For Nella, who was created and bred for the use of her womb, though, it was actually somewhat exciting. The thought of any life growing in her womb induced thoughts of contentment and purpose simply by design.

And so, as she lay there, trapped in that prison of slime, legs spread so that the soft, pliable flesh of her vulpine spade was bared to the air, she began to realize that she was looking forward to what this new experience would be like. She'd had unusual sorts of pregnancies before, but this would be the first get from a literal insect.

There was the sound of a door opening somewhere that she couldn't see, and then any indication that this wasn't actually a real nesting cave for a kralosk disappeared. Really is pretty realistic... Nella thought, then a sudden heavy skittering sound came from someplace out of sight in the dim chamber. Almost immediately, she felt her heart beginning to hammer in her chest.

Despite having seen pictures of the creature that would be her only companion for the next five weeks while its parasitic brood grew in her, the first sight of it made a tiny little knot of terror form in her belly.  It was flat and broad and skittered on ten spindly legs, low to the ground. It had a wide flat black-grey carapace on its back that made it most closely resemble a mix between a beetle and a horseshoe crab, with a long tail-spike protrusion behind it. It remained low to the ground as it approached, legs skittering against damp rock.

When the kralosk finally noticed her, it went completely still. Long legs lifted it up higher and it tilted back, two gleaming black eyes on the pale grey underbelly staring at her. Though Nella knew it was only minimally intelligent, she could imagine any other creature utterly confused by having such an inviting breeder just laid out for it.

There was a strange churring noise from the kralosk, and, still reared up, it skittered forward on its six rear legs. This close, Nella could see every detail of its pale underside.  It was as soft and wet underneath as it was unyielding up top, all gray flesh aside from the orifice of its mouth and a pulsing pouch near its rear end with a strange slit near the top. The egg sac, Nella realized, and felt her spade flush with heat at the thought. Oh fuck, this is turning me on more than it should.

The kralosk skittered all around her, inspecting her from every angle until it was satisfied with what it was seeing. Nella knew full well that it was possible it wouldn't take her; they were notoriously particular and careful with their incubators. It was why the perfectly-crafted 'cave', filled with slime that had been excreted by the kralosk itself, had been necessary. It had been the only way to ensure that this one would choose to breed.

Nella's breath caught and she stared with wide eyes at the creature. This exact moment was the real danger, the real point where she could be in danger. She was sure that the observing researchers were watching closely, with security on hand if all their preparation had been for naught. If it didn't take her, she would end up helpless with a very angry insect that could tear her open in seconds.

A low crooning emerged from the creature's mouth-hole and it slowly skittered around her.  Nella breathed a sigh of relief when it began to crawl over her spread-wide legs and lowered itself down a little. A thin tube, presumably a sensory organ, flicked out and began to explore the puffy and pliable flesh of Nella's spade, drawing out a surprised and ecstatic cry from the fennec. The kralosk went still, then reared back up to stare directly at her.  A spindly leg reached out, stroking her cheek and prodding at her lips, the claws on the tip digging into the skin beneath her fur.

Oh fuck, this is so weird, she thought, wincing when the other legs started to explore all over, four of them seeming to explore and prod at this inviting creature beneath it. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't touched and examined, as if the kralosk was ensuring its potential mate was suitable for the task. A few times one of the claws dragged across her nipples, making the helpless fennec cry out. This deep in her heat, they were incredibly sensitive, and they stiffened to hard little nubs despite the sting of those hard claws digging in.

Finally seeming satisfied, the kralosk moved forward, that gray underbelly fully over top of her. Holy shit, it's really happening, oh my god, Nella marveled, a mixture of excitement and fear rushing through her all at once. It seemed to her that as the kralosk positioned two legs above her shoulders, four at at her sides, and the last four bracing her legs, the slime on its underbelly grew thicker and much more plentiful, dripping down onto her body and spattering into her fur.

Centimetre by centimetre it lowered itself down until its mouth was pressed up against her muzzle. The scent was somewhere between that of saltwater and rotting fish, making her stomach roil. All of a sudden, its mouth everted itself and something began to force itself into her muzzle.  Little tendrils began to pry at her lips and curl around her teeth, forcing her jaw to open. With no warning, a torrent of chunky, vile-tasting sludge was deposited into her mouth. Nella's eyes went wide and she tried to force it out, but it just kept coming. Feeling her stomach wanting to rebel, she swallowed and gulped, realizing that it would just keep flooding out of the kralosk. Surge after surge of the foul-tasting stuff filled her mouth, just enough that she could keep up with it.

While the creature force-fed its new 'mate', it lowered the rear half of its body down a bit more. From the only other opening on its underbelly, there was a gush of hot and ropy slime that soaked Nella's thighs and sex before a knobbly, ridged tube of flesh slipped out of that opening.  A second thicker sort of tube with a strange fleshy bulb on the end emerged as well, all out of Nella's sight. With no preamble or warning, both appendages drove toward her, the thinner one pressing at her spade and the thicker, bulbed one at her anus.

The twin sensations of something thick and slick at her anus and the thinner, ridged appendage pushing into her vagina made Nella want to howl in surprise, but the kralosk was still depositing globs of the unidentifiable muck into her muzzle, keeping her swallowing. A sense of helplessness started to feel her as she felt both of her passages spread open and invaded. Despite the distress she felt, she found herself  exulting in the sensation of having her passage filled with the ridged organ. She could enjoy this, she knew, with half a dozen staff observing from secret to make sure she wasn't genuinely hurt, and she all but needed to be bred at the moment. And so, despite the pain of her anus stretching at the same time, the thick bulb that was almost as large as a wolf's knot prying her open millimetre by millimetre, she felt herself trying to press back against the one in her other passage.

The large body of the kralosk had completely covered her by the time it stopped feeding her the whatever it was that it had forced her to swallow.  Stomach churning, she began to feel hot and strange. The light that crept in from underneath the sides of the kralosk's body seemed to dim and then pulse.  Strange patterns formed in her vision, and she realized that the muck she'd swallowed must have some sort of drug in it. It wasn't long before she felt two entirely dichotomous sensations; a dullness and lethargy that made her want to close her eyes, and a vibrating intense energy that seemed to crackle through every nerve ending on her body.

Nella cried out as the bulb pressing at her pucker finally forced itself in, her muscles gripping behind it. Inside she felt it swell and lock itself in place. The ridged appendage pressed deeper and deeper, stimulating places that she hadn't felt touched in a long time.  The thing stopped at her cervix, but only for a moment.  There was a flare of pain like a knife in her gut, and it pushed directly into her womb.

Helpless and increasingly confused, Nella could only gurgle, the thing's mouth still sealed to hers. Without warning, two new tubes slipped from around the creature's mouth and, before she could process what it was doing, shoved into her nose. The thought flashed into her mind that she should have been warned about that, but part of the thrill of the unknown was just that... the unknown.

For a few moments, she began to panic, instinct ruling out over reason, and she squirmed and writhed underneath the bulk of the insect. The thin tubes must have been coated in some sort of numbing agent, because despite snaking through her sinuses, they didn't cause any pain. Shoving ever deeper, the fennec gurgled as they reached her throat, and she found her voice cut off entirely. It was only the knowledge that there was someone keeping an eye on her vitals that kept her from outright panic as she found herself unable to breathe for a few moments. But then, her chest began to rise and fall of its own accord, the kralosk breathing for her.

With this, the kralosk seemed to settle and stop moving completely. Stripped of her voice and mobility, with her anus, vagina, and even cervix stretched wide, she remained there. In that moment, she couldn't even speak, couldn't call out and try to end this insane procedure she had agreed to. Though not the first time she'd made some poor decisions due to a particularly insistent heat, accepting this contract was probably at the top of the list of 'things I'd rather not have done'.

All of a sudden, the amount of slime that the creature was producing increased by an order of magnitude. Dripping, slippery and wet, it seemed to emerge from everywhere on the kralosk's belly, and Nella had to close her eyes in order to keep from getting the goopy substance in them. It lifted its rear slightly, leaving a space between her belly and the rest of its body. The sheer volume of it coated her body everywhere but her belly, and upon watching the recording of the event, she'd later see that a thick cocoon of slime had completely obscured her body from sight.

On the outside, where slime was met with the heavy humid saltwater-scented air, it hardened into a near-impenetrable shell from which even the kralosk was unable to break free. With the first part of its mating cycle complete, it was able to continue.

Without warning, the appendage buried in Nella's spade began to pulse and squirm, ridges pressing outward and then retracting backwards, stimulating a half dozen spots within her. All that she could do was make a pathetic gurgling sound as the kralosk began to slowly and deliberately rut her with its ovipostor. It was better than a toy, better even than many of the males she'd been bred with, one of the ridges putting pressure on that deepest and most intimate bundle of nerves that was often so hard to reach. Pulse... flare... thrust... retract... the process, nearly mechanical in nature, continued until Nella felt her body responding as it would to any extended stimulation. Usually one to let out a yipping howl or a desperate groan, she instead could only feel her body tense up and start shaking as she reached her peak. Her inner walls squeezed and rippled against the kralosk's ovipostor, and she felt a gush of her pleasure, but there was a difference to her usual orgasm. She felt no new dampness at her spade, when usually at least some would seep around. The kralosk's ovipostor went still, making the moment stretch on for what felt like forever. When Nella, coming down from that first orgasm, actually began to count, she realized that a full minute had passed in complete and total stillness.

Then, with as little warning given as it first had when it had started to rut her with the ovipostor, it began again. The everted mouth pressed to Nella's lips swelled, and a new glob of that foul-tasting matter deposited itself on her tongue. Surprise filled her when she realized that it tasted slightly of her own pleasure. With the insect still breathing for her, pheromone-laden air adapted from the pleasure she'd given it was forced into her lungs, and she felt her thoughts growing muddled. Desire and need flooded her mind, stronger than before. Before the stimulation of the kralosk's ovipostor threatened to push her over the edge, she had a moment of fleeting understanding. It was taking her excitement, her pleasure, her very essence, and adapting itself to her!

When the next orgasm crashed through her body, it was significantly more powerful than the last, and something in the ovipostor soaked every drop of it up and minutes later delivered it back to her. With the start of this third cycle, she could barely form coherent thoughts. All she could think of was the need for more stimulation, more of what it could give her.

Anyone watching at the time, hoping for a show, would have been disappointed, seeing only a darkening shell of hardened slime that completely encased Nella, with the carapace of the kralosk on top.  It didn't even seem to be moving at all, though deeper readings definitely showed there were things going on within.

Nella had no idea how long it had been when something changed, but by then, she was given over to primal desire, her only thought for more stimulation.  The ovipostor swelled and thickened, and she felt the fresh ache of her cervix being spread wider. The kralosk was finally laying an egg within her!  Unable to see, unable to track how long it had been, the deep ache bringing her lucidity, she could only blindly wonder just how many times the cycle of climax-repurpose-deliver pheromones and chemicals had been repeated. At least now this process could continue. But to her horror, quickly quashed by a new dose of chemicals and a thicker glob of the nutrient slime, the process restarted.

Hour by hour, day by day, observers watched the motionless mound of slime and chitin. It was only a week later that the shell began to discolor and shift. Oxygen-mask wearing attendants kept testing the shell of slime as it became brittle and easily flaked off.  When a large crack formed in it, they knew it was time to retreat, lest the kralosk become aware of them and begin to defend its mate and nest.

With a loud tearing sound, the crack spread around the mound....

Nella came to some sort of awareness after the realization that she could feel fresh air on her cheek. How long had it been?  Her eyes were all gummed up and she found that she couldn't even open them. All she knew was there was something new, not only outside but within. She was completely unable to move, still stuck to the resinous hardened slime beneath her.
There was a tugging sensation, and the helpless fennec gurgled, feeling the appendage that had remained within her for over a week suddenly vacate, but her passage was held open by a thick plug as it did so. She wanted to howl as a few patches of fur went with it, stuck to its length with more of that sticky slime, but she was still hoarse.  The next was the one in her rump, and that one hurt, tugging harder and harder until the bulb was yanked out. Next, that horrible everted mouth finally retracted, little grasping nubs releasing her teeth. The last to withdraw were the breathing tubes, which pulled out slowly, carefully. As soon as she could, Nella started to cough, letting out low moans. Her entire belly felt wrong. It was aching and sensitive, but with her eyes still gummed shut and her arms pinned to her side, she couldn't inspect it.

The most disturbing part of it was that her belly was moving... or at least something within it was. There was an unsettling pulsing and twitching that accompanied a deep, throbbing ache that radiated from her womb. As she felt the bulk of the kralosk climbed off of her, accompanied by a muffled tearing sound, she could finally feel much cooler air wash over her. It was then that she realized that at some point during the ordeal, her ears had become plugged with the same gobbets of slime that covered her eyes.

Blind and half-deaf, her womb pulsing that maddening sensation outward, Nella felt like she had some sort of fever. It was as if her head was stuffed with cotton, and cough as much as she could, she couldn't dislodge the tickle in her throat, though it didn't block her breathing. Her belly ached though, more than she had ever felt. Despite knowing that her vital signs were being monitored closely to ensure she wasn't in danger, she couldn't help the fear that had begun to creep into her consciousness.

The fennec had no idea how much time had passed, helpless and alone. She knew the necessity of what was happening, but it was growing less and less easy to endure without losing her composure. Gone was the ecstatic and enthusiastic need, all she could feel was that sickening throb in her womb. She couldn't even inspect what she looked like or touch her belly to see just how swollen it was.

It wasn't long before she completely lost track of time, the only thing changing was the deepening throb. She couldn't imagine what her belly looked like. She'd been told the recovery after this ordeal would be a matter of weeks, but the pay, oh it had been good, and she could handle this much more than most. She barely heard the return of the kralosk, and when it skittered over her, she moaned. It couldn't intend to put more in her, could it?  She'd burst!  But all that happened this time was that strange mouth everting itself, feeding her some of that vile sludge that she could barely choke down.

For time that she couldn't count, Nella laid there, squirming and wishing she could move, or see, or anything at all. She developed an itch on her nose that drove her to more distraction than her distended belly. The kralosk returned to feed her, and to go lower toward her spade and ass and spend time cleaning her, using some tube-like appendage to attend to the more embarrassing aspects of her body. And for a time, that was her entire life, until she began to wonder if this was going to end, if she was going to stay here until she burst, despite the assurances of the client.

Some time in the future, days, maybe even weeks, she realized that she had not been fed in a while. Removed from time, she could only track its passing by feedings and cleanings, and she'd come to depend on their regularity. When she squirmed, trying to make some noise, she found that the slime had become brittle, and with some effort, she was able to pull her arm free. Almost immediately, she reached up to touch her belly. Shock filled her when she realized it was nearly twice the size it had been during her last surrogacy, and she could feel things within squirming.

She was soon able to free her other arm, and soon she was pulling away and wiping at the brittle and crumbling stuff on her face. Her ears took longer, but when she was done, she lay there, squinting. She was so weak. Her grotesquely gravid belly was far too large, and her muscles so unused that there was no way she'd be able to get up.

Just as she was getting ready to call out, to cry for some sort of reassurance from the people she knew were observing, she felt a sudden clench and the urge to push. "Oh fuck," she croaked, her hoarse voice barely a whisper. She knew what that feeling was, she'd felt it before when she had a much more typical brood within her. The kralosk's eggs had hatched, and they were ready to be born...

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Nella flopped back on Cato's bed, her whole body shaking with the power of over a half dozen orgasms. The sheets around her were messy and wet with her pleasure, and she was breathing raggedly. She could hear Janus trilling outside the bedroom door, but she didn't care at all. If she had to be completely honest with herself, she knew she'd signed up for that session with the kralosk because she knew it would satisfy curiosities within her that she'd always had. It had been unpleasant and strange and oh how she had hated the recovery period. But if asked, she would do it again, and sign up for any other sort of breeding experiment or harvesting that Fertilicorp put forward.

Still unsatisfied, even after all the mess that she had made, Nella's golden eyes came to rest on the doorway. Behind it, Janus was trilling almost despondently. She knew what he wanted, she knew that he would be very interested in what her body had to offer.

A wide grin formed on her muzzle. Really remembering her time with the kralosk, enjoying herself to all the memories, had settled her mind, but not in the way she'd expected.  "Alright, Janus... let's see what you have to offer me..." she said softly, and climbed off the bed to let the raalask in.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Just Another Normal Uneventful Stint Chapter 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "200" }