Just Another Normal Everyday Stint
Part 3

As much as she rationalized what she was about to do, Nella knew that there was a part of her that was only going to do it for the sheer pleasure of it. There had been other times with creatures even more unusual than Janus after all, and he was so enthusiastic. The feel of that strange long tongue pressing in between the pliable flesh of her spade had been intensely exciting, though so shocking at first that she'd chased him away.

But now, as she strode toward the door that led out of her friend Cato's bedroom, swaying her hips, she knew that she wanted much more than just that tongue inside her. Her heat was only getting worse, not better, and she wondered if there was something that the raalask was doing or some scentless pheromones he was emitting that was making it last.

"Alright Janus, it's okay, good boy..." she called out as she laid a hand on the latch to the door. Just before she did, she paused and took a deep breath. "You really going to do this, Nella? You have no idea what this thing will do to you. Hell, maybe he was just having a taste. God, that would be funny, wouldn't it? Hey, that would be fine... oh fuck it."

Sliding the door open, the fennec took in the sight of the raalask that had been scrabbling at the door and making his pathetic trilling noises for almost the entire time that Nella had been playing with herself. The strange mottled brown and black mottled flat body, the unusual spiky protrusions along it, the multiple arms, two of which looked like mantis' arms. The moment he saw her, the two spikes at his seeming rear end began to wiggle like a dog's tail. The first time she'd seen him, Nella had let out a proper fennec screech, though the insect had quickly shown himself to act so much like a puppy it was almost easy to forget he was her size. 

Nella looked down at the "Fuck me you're big..." she whispered. What if he did end up trying to breed her?  What if he was successful like the incident with the kralosk? That was the lure of it, though, wasn't it? If Janus fully bred her, it would be exciting, and it would net her company, Fertilicorp, a new sort of creature to study. "Okay, Janus sweetie, you can come in..." she whispered, decision made.

The raalask bounded in, surprisingly light despite his size, or perhaps it was the way his legs were built that kept him from landing heavily. His tail-spikes wiggled excitedly and the strange eyes around that circular mouth in his flat face watched her with interest as she made her way, nude, back to the bed. There was no way he wasn't able to detect the scent of her recent self-pleasure, given that the scent of her heat had drawn him to do what he had earlier.

"I'm really going to do this," she whispered. There was no doubt in her mind that if this did end up in the raalask actually breeding with her somehow, which, given the nature of so many insectoids that showed interest in mammals, was likely, Fertilicorp would never let her live it down and would start singling her out for more of the same. She moved up on the bed and leaned her back against the cushioned headboard, leaving her legs splayed out with her damp spade on display. As she did, she noticed the little steel rings hidden amongst the cushions that were attached to the headboard and let out a little laugh. "Cato, you leggy pervert, you're a lot more kinky than I gave you credit for... oh!"

Before Nella had even said anything to him, the raalask had climbed up on the bed and skittered close. His body was at least half again her size, with the legs making him seem even bigger, and seeing him on the bed, moving closer, made some inward part of her recoil. It was a natural instinct to be afraid of insects, and despite his behaviour, that's really what Janus was.  The moment she recoiled, though, Janus stopped and somehow managed to look hurt and confused, the tail-spikes at his rear drooping and his body going into a full dog-style cringe. "Oh jeez, no... no, good boy Janus, it's okay," she said, patting the spot between her legs invitingly, "Come here..."

The way Janus moved was like a dog creeping forward, excitement making him quiver. Nella couldn't help but grin at the way he acted, and by the time he lowered his head to inspect her messy and wet spade, she'd lost all semblance of apprehension. "That's right, it's okay," she cooed at him. That strange tongue of his suddenly flicked out. The best way she could describe it was like an anteater's tongue, long and thin and flexible, though that was where the similarity ended. The entire length was green-brown and strangely segmented, and every inch had a sheen of some slick substance on it. As such, Janus was able to immediately press that alien appendge into the soft, plump spade, the tip curling and moving, exploring that most intimate of places.

All that Nella could do was let out a low, hungry moan. Janus' tongue was curling and twisting and tasting every part of her. Whatever was on his tongue was helping, too, the slick stuff letting his tongue glide effortlessly around the vestibule of her spade. When he finally found what he was looking for, he drove it deep into her, still squirming and twisting.

Nella couldn't help it, she screeched, this time in surprised pleasure. To his credit, the raalask seemd to know that particular screech as a pleased one. Janus' tongue was thick and tubular in shape, and it was about as wide around as her thumb. With the way it undulated inside her, smearing her cunt with that surpisingly slick saliva, she found her excitement rising even faster than she could have thought possible. There was a hazy sort of fog settling over her mind, and every part of her passage and spade felt significantly more sensitive than she could remember.

The fennec, familiar with all the ways that creatures could induce excitement, knew that some of what she was feeling wasn't coming from her own heated mind. There was something in the slick lubrication on that tongue that was bringing her arousal to new heights. She was intimately aware that if she didn't stop the raalask soon, she might be too lust-addled to stop him. She'd made her decision, though, before he'd ever climbed onto the bed with her.

"G-good boy, Janus, you just-ohfuckmygodwhat?" Nella babbled as the raalask's tongue curled and bunched up inside her, doubling back so that it felt like there were two of them writhing within her. "Gonna... god damn Janus, that's nice..." she gasped out. When she looked down, she actually laughed. The tip of the raalask's tongue was wiggling out in the open air, showing her just how long the thing actually was.

When she peeked farther back, Nella gasped. Emerging from a vent on the underside of the insect's body was a thick, bumpy looking pink phallus that was more than a little bit like a canine's, but the whole thing was pulsing and squirming. It reminded her of nothing more than one of those advanced sex toys that would constantly squirm and buck, stimulating everything it could. The sight of it made her inner walls clench. There was no doubt that whatever happened, she would end up having to explain an unusual pregnancy to her handlers at Fertilicorp. Janus' attention was too focused, too eager, showing that it was the creature's instinct to do this.

All of a sudden, her momentary distraction was brought to an end as the intense stimulation of the raalask's tongue brought her just to the edge of her peak.... and stopped. Her whole body shook and quivered, and she found herself trying to grind against Janus' face, barely able to restrain herself from grabbing the two spiky protrusions at the top of his head so she could pull him close. Doing that would be like grabbing someone by the ears and eyelids at the same time, and she knew it. "Come on... come on Janus, b-bit more... come on... good boy..."

Rear spikes wiggling excitedly, the raalask continued to tease her with that tongue, and Nella could feel her whole body right on the edge. There was a desperation creeping into her alongside the hazy fog of lust. She needed to cum, and she had to do it now. But even as she ground herself against the creature's tongue, she grew more and more frustrated, her desire rising to a desperate peak. She'd never had trouble bringing herself to climax, even after she'd done so multiple times, and it was getting more and more frustrating.

It felt to the fennec like this was making her heat worse, not better, but the thoughts were becoming hard to form properly. All she wanted to do is hit her peak, to bring herself over the edge and get some sort of satisfcation, but even though she could feel every segment of that strange tongue pushing and rubbing at places that usually drove her over the edge, nothing was working. It was then that in her panting, desperate need that a new scent reached her nose. Male musk, as strong as she'd ever scented, and it made her inner walls grow even more slick.

Lust and heat both deepened in the fennec as she glanced back toward that phallus. It was dripping with a clear, slick fluid, and her sensitive nose could tell that the stuff had to be the source of the scent. "Ohh, clever boy..." she slurred, understanding it almost immediately despite the fog over her mind. Janus hadn't been producing that scent until after he'd tasted her excitement, her need, and he had to have more of it... something in the slick on his tongue was suppressing her climax!

Pushing at Janus' flat head, careful not to grab the sensory spikes at the top, she urged him to pull that tongue out of her, "Okay, Janus... o-okay no... okay, stop that... you can h-have me, just stop that, I... oh fuck me I need you to fuck me."  She could see his cock go still and rigid as she spoke. The trill that he let out then was confused, almost dismayed. Normally, Nella would catch on immediately, but the maddening scent and her own heat were working against her. The raalask almost cowered now, like he had been scolded by her, and after a few moments she realized that Janus thought he had been. She'd all but yelled 'No!' and 'Stop that!' with more vehemence and desperation than she'd ever used with him.

All I have to do is just... give in... show him what I want... Nella thought, and soon found herself rolling over and lifting her rump in the air, pressing her face down against the pillows. If she could see herself like this, she'd see that her spade was more engorged and puffy than any time it had been. In a crooning, beckoning tone, she called out to Janus,"Okay, boy, good... bug..." 

If there had been any doubt that Janus knew what to do, it was dispelled the moment he scrabbled over top of her. The raalask's huge body was a few inches above her now, the flat, soft underbelly surprisingly warm. His two front legs actually held the head of the bed while two more rested just ahead of her shoulders, the last pair of legs touching her ankles. Holy shit, I'm doing this, Nella thought. She felt the once-again squirming shaft dribbling that hot, aromatic fluid onto her rump, and when one of them hit the tight pucker of her anus, she gasped. When it had hit bare skin, her warmth and sensitivity there grew tenfold.

Almost without thinking, she reached back and took hold of that squirming appendage and guided it to the right position. Aside from the bumps all over it, it really did feel canine in shape. Then, some of that fluid dribbled onto her spade, and within seconds all she could think of was getting it into her. "Fuck, Janus, good boy, such a good boy," she growled, though if there had been any observers listening in, the words came out slurred and mumbled. Regardless, the insect seemed to know just what to do.

The moment that the tip of the creature's cock slipped into Nella's spade, Janus' body went utterly still. "Wha?" Nella blurted out, but the sound turned into an ecstatic cry as the bumpy appendage shoved into her, extending out of its slit on its own to shove deep into her, then pull back and shove in again. Any other time, the fennec might have been a bit bothered by the complete rigid stillness of Janus' body, but before she knew it, the raalask was driving his cock into her at an even more rapid pace. The way the squirming, wriggling length stimulated every single spot inside her was driving her to near-madness, especially when she realized that she still couldn't reach her peak.

Maybe she'd worn her body out, or some part of her really was repelled by this to the point she couldn't enjoy it.  Or maybe, she realized and let out a low, horrified moan, something in whatever was on that tongue, some chemical in the fluids that Janus produced, was inhibiting her somehow. All thoughts, though, flew from her mind completely when his cock began to move with more urgency. It felt so good, it really did feel like the sort of advanced toys that one could buy in just about any adult store.

It was a few moments later that she felt something large pressing at her spade. The first egg! He IS going to stick eggs in me! But that didn't feel right when the pressure lessened and pulled back. It felt like a knot bumping up against the soft flesh of her spade.  She tried to squirm and turn to see, but the raalask's legs drew in against her body, holding her still. It was a not-subtle reminder that he had her and he was going to finish getting what he wanted. "You're a g-good... bug..." she gasped out. Something about feeling Janus' legs holding her tighter while he drove that thick bulb against her was triggering a primal response in her, and she started to push back, trying to force it into her.

It took only a few more moments before she felt that delightful stretching feeling as the knot pried her open wider and wider. "Yes, come on, Janus, want it, come on!" she half-babbled as the raalask slowly forced that supposed knot into her. Janus trumpeted out a loud and ecstatic trill as the bulb of flesh slipped past Nella's spade and into her passage. Immediately, that bulb swelled, locking the raalask inside her in a proper tie. Then, that squirming motion stopped entirely, and she felt Janus' cock begin to tremble.

Oddly, Nella felt a strange sort of pain inside her, one that she remembered from her time with the kralosk, but not nearly as severe. Then... warmth and pressure blossomed in her womb. Pulse after pulse of fluid was being left inside her, but a few moments later she'd feel a sharper ache as something pressed past her cervix.

It was then that she realized it had grown darker in the room, and that something wasn't completely right.  She looked up to the clock, just barely visible on the side table of Cato's bed. She didn't really comprehend it at first, but the clock read as if it had been six hours since this had started. How was that possible?  She blinked, or thought she did, and it registered as fifteen minutes later. In her heat-hazed mind, she couldn't understand how that was possible.

Her womb ached, and to her surprise, she could feel her bellyfur touching the sheets beneath her. Janus was trilling triumphantly, and Nella finally noticed that the 'knot' had begun to deflate. Slowly, almost carefully, he was pulling out of her. What was odd was that he was leaving something in her that was expanding, almost like a biological caulking. He pulled that strange cock out of her half an inch, spurted something out, then repeated, until he was fully out of her. Whatever he'd left was thickening and expanding, leaving her feeling like there was a damned horse-cock still in her.

All the while, she felt like she needed more. She was frustratingly aroused, and that strange biological plug was hardening. Janus trilled happily and hopped off of her, and suddenly she was free to move. The raalask began licking at her belly the moment she rolled over, but it wasn't covered in the slimy stuff that it had been before. "Oh fucking hell..." she gasped, "it's not gonna let me cum, is it boy?" She wondered how long that would last.

Reaching down, she touched her swollen belly. It wasn't obscenely stretched, but there was a throbbing ache, and her cunt felt like she had a dildo strapped into it. Janus was looking back at her, rear tail-spines wiggling tentatively. One look over at the clock confirmed that the whole process had been literal hours. Whatever had been in the slick fluid that had first coated the raalask's tongue had messed with her awareness of the passage of time, not to mention driving her mad wtih need and inhibiting her orgasm. It was fading, at least, now that it wasn't constant, and she could actually really think. "Good... good Janus. G-go get your ball or something. N-need to... just lay down."  The raalask took that as a command and laid down next to Cato's bed, all six pairs of legs bending and his whole body splaying out. From the top, he just looked almost like a flattened-out spiny catterpillar, but with the spines only on the edges of his body where carapace met underbelly.

Nella reached down to her spade and explored it. There was a moment of panic that perhaps that strange plug had covered over her urethra, but it stopped about half an inch into her passage. She pressed a finger against the plug and it yielded, but only the tiniest bit, and it was stuck to the sensitive inner walls of her vagina. "Well... fuck... I suppose I'm going to have to look this up."

For now, though, Nella just wanted to sleep. She'd figure out just what she was in for after a couple hours of sleep.

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Nella woke from her nap to find that Janus had somehow climbed onto the bed and was laid out next to her. All six legs were tucked beneath him, his soft underbelly hidden from view. It was the first time she'd seen him at rest, she realized. He ate enough food to keep him in a constant state of motion, and as a result he was nearly always energetic and puppylike in demeanor.

The thick plug stuck inside her shifted with her as she moved, and she felt the weight of whatever the raalask had left in her womb as she stood. At least for the moment, her heat was blessedly dormant, though she didn't want to think about what that might mean for the next few months. With the haze of lust gone from her mind, she finally noticed the faint scent that hung over everything in Cato's house. It was subtle and almost imperceptible, but her sharp nose could detect it now. It teased at her desire ever so slightly, and she finally understood what had happened. She doubted that Cato had even been aware of it, but even now it teased at her senses.

As she stood, she felt a strange sensation in her belly, a faint squirming motion that could have come from nowhere else but her womb. "Fuck. I really have to find out what he did," she murmured. She wasn't concerned, exactly; her company could deal with it, and it was possible she could make a fee on whatever had happened to her, but she had to find out if this was a 'you're in deep trouble' situation or not.

She reached over to the side table and grabbed her wrist terminal. She connected to the local datanet and sent out an inquiry about the raalask. When there were no immediate answers, she sighed and used her access to the Fertilicorp private quantum-entagled net access. It would be recorded, and there'd be no way it wouldn't get back to her superiors there that she'd done something unsanctioned, but she had to know one way or another.

The response came back within seconds.  As she read the words, she let out a low groan.

Raalask

Insectoid

Class C Parasitic Breeder

Raalask have one gender for their species, male. They are able to copulate with any and all female mammalians and live-birth reptiles and icythoids. Extended exposure to an in-rut raalask's pheromones will eventually result in a female allowing copulation. Parasitic macrosperm ejaculated during the up to twelve hour copulation will settle in the womb and induce extreme ovulation. Once a critical mass of three to five fertilizations occur, the rest enter stasis. After six weeks, larval raalask are naturally born, and the cycle restarts with the other macrosperm returning to activity. Only when the last macrosperm has produced a larva will the process end. A typical copulation will produce between thirty and fifty macrosperm.

"Well, fuck," Nella said in a near-whisper. This was going to need a great deal more paperwork and a very awkard conversation with Cato when he got back.

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Nella _____
Progress Report Week 6, Day 2

I apologize for the lateness of this report. I spent yesterday completely insensate with lust. I think I wore Cato out and I don't remember a single bit of it. Medical scans show that I am preparing to ovulate. This shows that I should be giving birth any day now. The larval raalask, five of them this cycle, became active in the night. I still can't believe how much like a normal pregnancy this is. Was thinking the other day that this is almost like a cuckoo in a way. The mothers lay their eggs in other birds' nests, making them raise their young as if they were their own.

I can't believe that I'm going to have to do this over six more times. I know I've said it before, but it shows that I really should have researched more about the raalask the moment that Janus had shown even the slightest bit of interest in me. A bit more research though, shows that I likely wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to give in eventually.

Common knowledge about raalask on local internet and even the public quantum-access stellarnet is still sparse. It really would have been nice to have you all warn me about the raalask's other properties, since you had it on file the whole time. Even the information you gave me before I took the job was sparse. I know that Fertilicorp likely knew just what was going to happen, and I really don't appreciate the subterfuge.  I know you can do it, but it doesn't mean you should.

I've attached the data from the medical scans. Recommend that their ability to breed with any live-birth or egg-laying female be made part of the public quantum-net access. Along with a warning for any in-season females to avoid extended contact or take anti-pheromonals.

Nella huffed out a sigh as she held her belly. Stiff pink nipples poked through her fur, each one of them ready to start feeding a baby. She really could have done without that aspect of the process. She'd begun producing a few days before, and constantly had to remind herself that she wasn't having a litter of her own puppies.

She pushed herself away from the workstation and took a moment to prepare to stand up. It took all her strength to waddle to Cato's bed. The scent of cooking bacon was wafting up through the halls to the maned wolf's bedroom where she'd set up her own space, and it made her stomach rumble. Her appetite had tripled, and if Fertilicorp hadn't been paying for the extra food, she'd have been costing Cato a great deal of money.

"Six more times. At least I'm getting paid well," she grumbled and then flopped onto the bed. The day before had taken a lot out of her. All of a sudden she'd gone mad with desire, and Cato had been more than happy to oblige her. It was an indication that the raalask were ready to be born, preparing her to ovulate for the remaining macrosperm. It was actually fascinating, learning how they operated.

As she laid back on the bed, ready for another relaxing day in bed, she felt something she'd been both dreading and anticipating in equal measure. A squeezing, tense feeling in her belly and a deep cramp that went on for half a minute then faded. "Fuck," she breathed.  It was time.  "Cato, come on, it's time!"

The decision to birth the larval raalask at Cato's home had been made early on, given there were no fertilicorp facilities on the colony, though they had intentions to once it was a fully independent planet under the protection of the treaties. Cato had tried to insist that his bed wasn't the best place, but ever since Janus had bred Nella, he had made a nest out of the bedroom and wouldn't go anywhere without the fennec.

As another contraction wracked her, Nella wondered -not for the first or last time- just what these raalask would look like and how they'd behave. She gritted her teeth and pulled back the blankets to reveal thin latex sheets beneath. "Dammit, Cato, get up here!" she all but hollered as the pain subsided. She remembered the first time she'd been in labour for the company, she'd been somewhat terrified.  Now though, be it her genetic predisposition or her training, or the many years she'd been doing this, she actually enjoyed it. Even if what she would birth today was going to be less than typical.

Janus rose from a spot at the far edge of the room and skittered over on all six legs. He could be surprisingly quiet and gentle when he wanted to. That tongue of his had helped dislodge the last bits of the thick plug he'd left in her after it had begun to crumble, and as he approached, he let out a strange sound he'd never made before. It was a soft, almost musical sort of humming trill that had an actual melody to it. To her surprise, it generated a gentle, happy sort of calm to her.

Cato burst into the room with wild eyes, and was over at her in an instant, tugging away the fabric sheets and leaving the bed with only the latex ones underneath. As Nella felt another contraction begin to wrack her, she let out a cry. "These things... fuck... they're coming fa-aaaaast!."  To his credit, Cato looked all business and not at all freaked out, but there was an oddly subdued look in his eyes, and he was nodding his head to the musical trilling. There seemed to be a lot more to the raalask than either of them had known.

With her legs splayed out on the bed, heart beating rapidly in her chest, Nella waited for the next contraction. The whole time, her mind was reeling at the fact she'd have to endure this on a regular basis for almost a year. It was mimicing a proper pregnancy so well that her teats were starting to produce milk. Then, her whole body tensed, and she let out a low howl... she could feel the first of the larval raalask starting to squirm and wriggle free. There was something to be said though, for birthing something that's actively trying to help the process along.

"Oh holy shit, Nella," Cato breathed, "I can see it."  Glistening and wet, about three inches wide, the flattened-out looking larva was pressing out of Nella's spade. He could see little nubs at the tip where the raalask's spines would grow. Instead of chitin, it was all soft, rubbery skin, but had a pale brown colour and pattern that matched Nella's fur. Over a foot and a half long, it was slithering out of the fennec's spade and curling about. To his surprise, Nella's cries had changed, and she sounded like she did whenever he buried his tongue deep in her. "Are you actually enjoying this?"

"Y-yes, dammit, and don't poke fun or you're not getting any for the rest of my time here," Nella growled out before letting out a yipping sort of bark. Just as the rear end of the larva pushed out of her, she felt a new contraction, her body urging the ones remaining to vacate. "Oh... oh my god, it... it's not stopping..." she babbled out.

Cato stared at the almost serpentine thing that curled up on the sheets, coated in slime, his mouth hanging open. It was fascinating in a way, to see the culmination of Nella's somewhat ill-advised choice to let Janus mate with her. He had to concede though, that it hadn't really been her fault. Neither of them had known he was in rut, nor did they know just what he could do to her. "It... has your fur pattern on its body, N-ACK!"  Suddenly, he'd been knocked to the side by Janus, who, with surprising delicacy, picked up the larva and carried it over to the corner of the room he'd made.

Over and over, the process continued with Cato and Janus watching over the fennec, who would let out tiny little howls that had little to do with the discomfort and everything to do with the undulating, bumpy larval raalask bodies pushing out of her. By the end, she laid there, panting, eyes glazed over, a trail of slime drooling from her stretched-open sex. All the while the near-musical trilling that Janus was producing kept its strange, calming effect.

"Suppose we should contact your bosses," Cato murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Going to be nice to get these weird latex sheets off here.  How many more times are you going to have to go through this, Nella?  Nella?"  He was interrupted by a sudden, loud snore. Looking over to the fennec, he shook his head. It had been hours, and she deserved the rest.

"Come on Janus," Cato said as he stood up. But then he realized that the trilling had stopped. The huge insect was curled fully around the larvae he'd set up in the nest. "Aaaand now I'll just go and make myself something to eat, I guess." As he left the room, the maned wolf shut the lights off in the bedroom -his bedroom!- that Nella and his damned pet raalask had seemingly taken over.