You were one of the select few humans who hadn’t immediately gathered to form a rebel group. Instead, you remained in your small town, which remained strangely untouched. Sure, there were a couple of Combine thumpers set up near the outskirts, but no noticeable military presence in sight. Perhaps they thought the town to be abandoned, which wouldn’t surprise you, as barely anyone lived here before the seven-hour war. In fact, you were pretty sure you were the only one currently living in this old mining town. Regardless, you kept to yourself, managing to scavenge through the various buildings within this town that still had enough food for one person to live off of.
Though lately, you’d been hearing occasional sounds of what sounded like groups of large insects flying overhead. You’d come to recognize them as Antlions after seeing a couple through your window, alien creatures that slipped through a portal and began to set up nests across the planet. You only knew their name as you knew someone at Black Mesa who was studying some captured Xen creatures and happened to mention it to you after the two of you encountered some. You wonder what they’re doing now, presuming they’re still alive even. Thankfully for you, there only seemed to be a few, so you likely weren’t near any nest. Though nothing could have prepared you for the encounter today.

It seemed like a simple enough morning; you were woken up by your trusty alarm clock and went to make some breakfast. It would just be a bit of spam, as finding proper breakfast nowadays was impossible, but you didn’t mind. As you were eating, you’d hear a scratching sound at the door. You already knew it was one of those Antlions likely trying to break in, but just for the hell of it, you decided to open the door and see for yourself, wielding a shotgun just in case. Though this Antlion in question was about to leave you puzzled for the day. Opening the door, you expected it to charge in and try attacking you, yet it just sat there, not even moving when you poked it with the barrel of your shotgun.
Curiosity and perhaps stupidity would get the better of you as you dragged the Antlion inside, shutting the door behind you. From what you could tell, it seemed weak, likely dehydrated from the blazing sun overhead. As such, you’d treat it like a stray cat, giving it a bowl of water, and some food. Looking back on it, you struggle to determine if this was a mistake or not. You would leave it there, sitting down on your living room couch as you began to play solitaire. It was quite possibly the only thing that kept you from going insane. Around halfway through your first game, you’d hear the sounds of the old floorboards creaking beside you. Seems the Antlion hadn’t run away like you expected, though it hadn’t outright killed you with your back turned either, so you didn’t know what to make of it. 

If it had eyes, you’d assume it was looking right at you, but it didn’t. Instead, it seemed to be sniffing around, possibly for you, possibly for more food, you weren’t sure. You recalled something about them being sensitive to vibrations, so you stand up and lightly tap your foot against the ground. This seems to be enough to get it’s attention, as it slowly approaches you. You sit down beside it and watch as now it seems to be sniffing you curiously. It would almost be cute if it wasn’t an alien bug from another dimension. It seemed content with it’s inspection of you, and ended up wandering off to another part of the house, likely in search of more food.
Thinking back to how you treated it like a stray cat, you idly wondered if cat food would be just as effective, after all, you had a large stockpile of such that you had gathered from throughout the city, and had no cat to feed with it, and it would save you from having to feed it your own food. So, you would try it, finding a rather large tin buried somewhere in your basement, before scooping some out into a bowl. The Antlion would soon approach, and inspect the food, before taking a small bite. Seems your theory worked, as it would begin slowly munching on the food, letting out what could almost pass as a purr. When it was done eating, you lightly clap your hands, watching as it turned to face you quickly.

Though you expected it to attack now, it still didn’t. Instead, it would approach you and climb up onto your lap. All you could really do is pet it’s head, which seemed to have a barely noticeable hairy texture to it. Now that you could look over it closely, the Antlion seemed to have a bit of short hair covering its body. You took a moment to think over the last hour or so, trying to figure out how the hell you had managed to tame such a creature with nothing but a little bit of food and water. Perhaps it had been abandoned or forgotten by a larger hive, or perhaps it was just that desperate for food, water, and shelter. You’d likely never know, but it is what it is.
Several hours would pass by, as it had fallen asleep from the headpats you gave, and you fell asleep from the strangely relaxing feeling of just petting a thing. It was around the evening now, and you would be the first to wake up, finding your new Antlion pet in a bit of a predicament. For one, you would learn that it was in fact, a male. For two, he had his dick stuck in a hole on the corner of your table. Seems certain urges got the best of him and tried using the table as a partner. All you could do was stare, the sheer absurdity of it having temporarily broken you. Judging by the scratch marks on the floor, there had been a bit of a struggle, however, you couldn’t see any visible blood, so that was good.

You’d chuckle to yourself, before getting up and inspecting it closer. From what you could tell, his dick was a bit scratched up from the struggle, but otherwise seemed fine. You would manage to get it unstuck and gently push it up and out of the corner. The Antlion just stood there, and as you pondered as to why, you noticed his cock was still hard and had now begun leaking a little bit of fluid. It was green in color, and seemed to glow faintly. Within your mind, a few different scenarios began playing out, and you’d end up choosing the one that wouldn’t leave you with a sore asshole for the next few days. You’d grab a bottle of lotion, a box of tissues, and a towel you didn’t care about getting alien cum on.
You’d place the towel underneath him, hoping that it will catch whatever mess you’re about to cause. You’d get a feel for the overall girth of this Antlion, and it was about as a little thinner than a soda can. You’d apply lotion to a tissue and begin covering his cock with a thin layer of it. As you were doing this, he seemed to understand, and kept still for the most part, while emitting a curious, yet pleasant trill. After that was done, you would grab another tissue and begin to gently stroke his member. Thinking about it, it might have been easier if you laid him on his back, but it was likely too late now. Here you were, jerking off a weird alien bug from another dimension whom you tamed by mistake.

The longer your stroked, the more fluid dripped from the tip of his cock. If you kept your hand still, you could feel it throbbing lightly in your grasp. Over time, he would slowly thrust faster and faster against your hand. As you kept going, you still wanted to question just what the hell you were doing, but you decided against it, as it would be impossible to accept your current reality no matter what you told yourself. An intense trill followed by the rapid throbbing of his member would alert you to his imminent orgasm, and a second later, he would let out a screech as he came. His glowing green semen would spray onto the towel, and he would keep pumping it out for a few seconds before his orgasm was finished.
You were pretty sure the towel would turn green with how much cum he had produced, but it didn’t matter really. If for some wild reason you ever had to do this again, you’d use this towel to clean up from now on. You’d grab it and clean off any semen on his cock and the few stray drops not on the towel, before throwing it into the sink for some sort of washing. From there, you’d sit back down next to the Antlion, and softly pet its head, which it seemed to enjoy. Despite the absurd reality you were currently in, you had to admit, it was a nice change of pace in comparison to playing solitaire by yourself. You’d get another bowl of food and water for him, setting it out, and deciding to sleep for the night.