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      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/
      Non-Con
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      Other, F/M
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      Science_Fiction, Interplanetary_Travel, Far_Future, Shota, Bugs_&
      Insects, Oviposition, Urethral_Birthing, Maggots, Brother/Sister_Incest,
      Mutilation, Gore, Nightmare_Fuel, Bodily_Functions, Prolapse, Death
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      Published: 2016-03-10 Completed: 2016-03-14 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6189
****** Recolonization ******
by IE_(Innocent_eyeS)
Summary
     This short story was crafted solely for one fetish scene at the start
     of the third and final chapter. Everything else is filler—kinky,
     sadistic filler.
***** Impregnation *****
Chapter Notes
     Background:
     In the course of history, new planets emerged as the solution to
     Earth's crowds. The Beta planets drew the first immigrants, following
     a few successful decades of the implemented G.R.O.W.T.H. Project.
     Within the first Beta century, however, the discovery of the planet
     now called Terra 2 ushered in a new age of interstellar population,
     as it quickly became known as Earth's Twin. While the Beta planets
     were made largely habitable by synthetic systems, Terra 2 was as
     naturally sustainable as Earth herself.
     After the nuclear War of 2111, Earth fell into a deplorable state.
     Any survivors died off in the ensuing months of fallout, and
     knowledge of the planet's greatness dwindled into forgotten memory.
     In the fourteenth generation on Terra 2, a trade ship nears its
     destination port. Two hours after its last radio contact, an
     atmospheric systems malfunction causes the collapse of the ship's
     foremost reactor. Moments before the explosion, several escape pods
     are jettisoned. Only one clears the blast.
     "Miles!" her voice carried over the hoptum field.
     Yeah, I heard her. You'd have to be deaf not to hear my sister's shriek
soaring through the evening air. I should have turned back just then, and maybe
none of this would have happened. But I'd always been curious, and bold—a bad
mix for a 9-year-old.
     The star shot across the night sky in an instant, but when the light
vanished, I was certain I'd seen the shadow come plummeting down. I'd bolted
after it, and by the time Toni had realized I was out of sight, the amber glow
on the horizon was already stealing my attention.
     Dust clouded the hillside as I reached the point of impact, and as I
stepped into it, the heat of the flames seemed shrouded within it. Shards of
metal were torn apart and strewn all over the place, reflecting the light of
the fire that had sparked inside the larger hull. At first I'd thought it was
some sort of cargo pod, but then the mangled shape of a man convinced me
otherwise.
     I've experienced the dead before, but never like this. This seemed
more...unnatural. The body was twisted and pulled in odd directions. If he had
survived, I couldn't imagine the pain he'd be in. Luckily for both of us, there
were no signs of movement.
     I muffled a cough as I stepped around the debris, nearing the body. If
Toni was any measure of a good chaperone, she'd be right behind me ready to
drag me home. I couldn't hear her calling anymore, which probably meant she was
mumbling to herself while she trudged after me.
     Peering closer, the man's head was tucked beneath him, his left arm flung
behind his back, and his left leg crossed beneath his right. His left foot was
missing its shoe. Otherwise, his body was covered in tattered blue dress. From
the looks of it, he was a janitor, but then it didn't seem right for him to be
in an escape pod like this. There were probably crew more deserving of rescue
than this guy. Maybe he stole the pod from someone. "Serves you right," I told
him, pushing my heel out against him for good measure.
     His body started clicking, and I jumped back in full surprise. I coughed
again and slowly lowered to a squat. Sure enough, something was tapping out a
steady rhythm, about four times a second, and it seemed to be coming from the
man's center. "Hey, what you hidin' in there? Some sorta bomb? You gonna blow
up or somethin'?" If only I could have been so lucky. But as soon as the
clicking stopped, there was no explosion; instead, there was a tug along his
apparel that made me second-guess my eyes. I reached out to where I saw it
move, and inches away it shifted once more, startling a gasp out of me, and
then a few more coughs.
     With my hand still stretched out, and the coughing fit taking over, I was
unaware of the shape jittering out from its seclusion, but once its tiny claw
latched onto my finger, my eyes went wide and I pulled back to stumble,
bringing the enormous beetle several feet along before it finally dropped to
the ground. I scurried away as quick as I could, but the surprise only made my
breathing more difficult. I coughed and heaved, just struggling to inhale. I
could have sworn I'd heard Toni's voice again, seconds before I passed out.
     My mind swirled with the nightmare I'd witnessed. I imagined that dead
body collapsing into a swarm of beetles, each as big as my hand. Their prickly
legs clung to me, all over my body, as they engulfed me in a sea of black. Fire
rose up all around me, and I felt as though I were being swallowed in the heat.
Toni called to me beyond the flames, and I tried to yell back, but I couldn't
open my mouth, for fear that the beetles would try to pry their way inside me,
too.
     Suddenly, in a flash, the heat was gone, and all the tickling pain fell
away, and I awoke with a deep breath that helped clear my lungs. "Oh, Miles!
What were you thinking?!" Toni pulled me from the smoke a moment too soon. If
either of us knew what had happened just before she found me, maybe she'd have
left me there to die. Then, at least, all of this could have been avoided.
     "Let's get you home," she told me, rubbing my back when I was well enough
to sit up. "And don't you dare say a word to mom and dad."
***** Incubation *****
     I kept my word, and Toni bit her tongue. It'd mean punishment for both of
us if our parents found out I'd run off. Toni helped me in the bath when we
finally walked in. I was too tired to bother, but she assured me that I reeked
of fire and it couldn't wait. I nearly fell asleep twice in the basin, but Toni
shook me awake whenever I nodded off. Finally, she dried my hair and wrapped me
in a towel, then hurried off to scrub my clothes clean.
     I sat on the waste pot while I finished drying, lulling myself to the
trickle I let out into the hollow bin. Before long, I snapped myself awake
again and rose up to discard the spent liquid. I brought a wipe to take care of
the last drop and tossed it into the bucket, stopping myself to make sure my
vision was correct. Before it dissolved, the tissue looked to turn pink, and
bringing the pot into the light I could see that there really was a red tinge
inside it. Not only that, as I swished it around three or four white spots
began to surface, each no bigger than a grain of hoptum. When I heard Toni
coming back, I shrugged the notion aside and tossed it down the drain, careful
at least to watch the grains wash away.
     "Come on, lazy bones, off to bed before dad sees you," Toni said, poking
her head through the door. "You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago, and
he'll be home any minute." On any other night, I might have argued with her,
but I really wanted to get some sleep after everything that'd happened. I
lowered the bin and made for my room, only taking time to don a fresh pair of
undies before I collapsed on my bed and pulled the sheet over me. I was out
like a light.
     The next morning, I had such an ache in my gut that I was sure my body was
trying to tell me something. I sat up and pressed my hand to my stomach,
rubbing it lightly as my eyes accustomed themselves to the radiance flooding my
room. I scooted out of bed and hurried to the washroom only to find it
occupied. I stopped short at the door and groaned, knocking as patiently as I
could muster.
     "Who is it?" I heard my dad answer in such high spirits that I almost
couldn't bear myself.
     I groaned. "Miles, sir. I need to go." My toe started to tap.
     "Go?" he asked, playing dumb. He paused a moment before continuing, "Where
are you going?"
     I pulled a leg up into my gut and folded over my arm as I began bouncing
on my other heel to take my mind's attention away from the obvious. Toni strode
by and just smiled. "Come on, I gotta go!" I blurted out, feeling my stomach
tighten so that it started to hurt to keep moving.
     "You know the rules, Miles." I could tell I'd ruined dad's mood with that,
but my body was less forgiving of the wait. Yeah, I knew the rules, but
whatever bug I woke up with was calling the shots this particular morning, and
if I didn't break those rules, it was about to make new ones.
     I pounded my hand against the door with one final slam, then folded over
myself and slumped to my knees as a sharp pain seemed to pierce me right in my
groin. I winced my eyes shut and rocked along the floor while I hugged myself,
and to my surprise, I heard the door above unlatch and slide open. I turned my
gaze up to my dad's half-shaven chin. He just sighed an air of disappointment
and stepped around me. I clambered into the glowing white room, clawed the door
shut, and practically dove for the bucket.
     I pulled my dick out of the side of my panties and straddled the pail as I
loosened that inner valve, and half-sighed as I felt the heat meeting my
dangling faucet, but the pressure just stayed there. It felt like a hot coal
was stuck inside me, and the more I pushed on it, the more it started to hurt,
a stinging sensation at the base of my bladder. I started heaving between
thrusts, occasionally checking to see if anything came out, but not a drop of
anything showed up.
     I paused for a long while, letting the sting subside, but the pressure was
still there, as present as ever, and I couldn't think of any way to get rid of
it. "Maybe I don't have to go..." I told myself, though it definitely felt like
it. But if nothing was coming out, I began to wonder what could be making that
feeling inside me. As I sat there, crouched, the sensation dulled and
eventually faded to a deep throb. Something was wrong, something was...there...
But I couldn't place it, and I couldn't drop it.
     Suddenly, a knock came to the door, and I remembered that I'd forgotten to
lock it. I fixed my attire and pushed the waste pot aside, and I stood up just
as my sister said in a mocking tone, "I gotta goooo!" I pulled the door aside
and squeezed past her, avoiding her gaze as I trudged back to my room,
defeated. "Hey, I'm just messin' with ya, squirt," she called after me, then
yelled down the hall. "Dad, he's out."
     I made several visits to the washroom that day, each with as little
success as the first. Most times, it was just that I wanted to make sure I
didn't pee my clothes, even though I never really expected anything to come
out. I guess if I did happen to make a mess, I'd probably be too pleased to be
shy about it all.
     I didn't go out, even after dad went to work. Toni was sure something was
up, but she didn't bother to ask me about it. Mom was concerned when she
noticed me clutching my stomach, and she probably knew something I didn't when
we sat down for dinner. While mom and my sister were having squab and greens,
she served me a nice bowl of mudgel soup. She smiled. I frowned. Toni smirked.
     For those of you not familiar with mudgel, let me tell you exactly how it
works. They stew the swampweed in its own juices, throw in some shavings of
trisp bark, and stir in the drippings from sauteed monkfish. With a little rock
salt, it isn't half bad. But mom never makes it taste worthwhile, because
there's only one reason anyone eats mudgel soup: to clean you out. I must have
had three mouthfuls before I had to excuse myself.
     Now, I can't say that I've ever looked forward to eating mudgel as much as
I did that day, but when the floodgates opened, I was infinitely disappointed
to find that I'd put up with all of that and still couldn't squeeze a single
drop of pee out. There must have been some; I don't ever recall a day when I
didn't have to pee. But for some reason, as my bowels emptied themselves over
the next hour or so, my dick was dry as a Bridgian desert.
     When it felt safe to walk again, I dumped the bucket, hit the incinerator,
and took a quick douche. From that point on, I made sure not to show my
discomfort in front of anyone.
     That proved easier said than done, of course. I sneaked off to the
washroom a few more times during the night until I finally gave up and figured
I should at least try to get some rest. I woke up the next afternoon with a
headache the size of the Pleiades, but it turned out that was just my body's
way of telling me to eat something. A bowlful of puffed hoptum made me feel a
lot better, aside from the incessant warmth churning in my lower gut.
     The first few days went by with little incident. I made trips to the
washroom just to act normal, but I'd gotten to the point where I didn't even
shed any clothes while I was there. I counted the seconds, I ran some water,
sometimes I even lit the kiln. As I stared into the flames, I remember getting
this strange feeling, half curious and half fearful, as though I'd never seen
fire before or felt its heat. Sometimes, when it was my turn to bathe, I'd just
fill the basin and sit in it while I watched the furnace play its show. Other
times, I learned that it won't ignite with the door open. I don't know why I'd
never guessed that before, but I must've spent a good 20 minutes figuring out
how the mechanism worked.
     I got used to not peeing, but by the time a week had gone by, I grew a
little suspicious about the other half of things. I hadn't dumped a load since
mom made me eat the mudgel soup. And I'd eaten plenty of other things since
then. Maybe it was all backing up; maybe whatever began in my peehole had
somehow spread to my stomach. I couldn't say whether I felt full like that. The
hot coal I'd noticed always took the forefront of my mind, and sometimes when I
rubbed my belly, I could feel a dense lump just beyond my navel, giving off so
much heat that I thought I could scald my fingertips.
     One night, I just had to find out what was going on inside my body. It'd
worked before, and if there was any excess hiding out in there, I knew just how
to remove it. I got up in the middle of the night, after I was certain dad was
sound asleep, and sneaked to the ice box to defrost some mudgel. I brought a
bowl with me to the washroom, latched the door shut, and prepared myself for
the worst. As soon as my gut gurgled, I knew it'd done the trick, and as I
knelt over the waste pot, I was relieved to put up with the passing bowel
movement.
     But it didn't smell, like I'd at least expected it to. And when I looked
between my legs and raised up to let in the light, I was perplexed to find the
bin empty. Thinking I'd done something wrong, I tried again, sitting and taking
another couple of spoonfuls of that tasteless laxative and waiting out the bomb
that rushed its way through my digestive tract and tingled all of the right
muscles into a flood of contractions I was almost unprepared for. I doubled
over and stifled a grunt as I felt my insides rolling, temperature growing as
my loins loosened up, but when I steadied my breath and peered beneath me,
there was still nothing to be proud of.
     I'd had it. I downed the rest of my serving and was even still swallowing
when the numbing force began. Somewhere between the fluid heat filling my
center and the dense stone of my bladder seeming to sink within my pelvis, my
body reminded me just how much I hated mudgel soup. The remaining half-chewed
mouthful I'd tried to down sputtered up from my lips as I heaved forward, while
my backside opened to exhale the quickest breath I'd ever felt. I was certain
something came out then; I could feel its moist heat clinging to my cheeks, but
I rested a long while before I felt comfortable enough to tense my hamstrings
once more.
     I grabbed for a tissue and wiped my chin, then took another to wipe my
crack, and that's when I felt it. Plush, hot and slimy, but most of all
sensitive. Touching it made my hair stand on end, and when I craned my neck to
inspect it between my legs, my first thought was that I'd grown a tail. It
wasn't a tail; it was my gut. And it was on the outside, where it should never
be. I'd nearly fainted when I realized what had happened, but mostly I managed
to curl up in the corner and hug myself while I sat there, plagued by the
deepest nightmares of my reality.
     What was happening to me? Would I ever be normal again? I didn't feel
sick, but I also knew none of this was right. Had the pod crash been to blame?
Was it something in the ashes, something in the smoke? Did I breathe something
I shouldn't have, or did that beetle have something to do with this? Why did
mom have to trust in home remedies?
***** Infestation *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
     The end of the world.
     Two weeks ago I couldn't tell you how it'd happen. I'd laugh if you told
me it'd be my fault. Yet now, even as it's gone beyond my control, I wouldn't
change a moment of it.
     To make a long tale short—no pun intended—that night, I cleaned up and
tucked that soggy extension into my briefs and carefully sneaked back to my
room. If I'd been found out in that moment, I knew I'd have no choice but to
spill my secret, but then I wouldn't have much to say about it since I really
had no clue what was going on. Yet, on the thirteenth day after my fateful run-
in with the mysterious clicking insect, it all became painfully clear.
     I woke up earlier than usual with a pounding in my body. The hardened lump
had grown, swollen and pressing to a visible bump just above my dick. As I
wiped my eyes and scooted up my bed, I tossed the covers away and parted my
legs to gently scratch myself. My groin was so itchy and yet so sensitive that
it hurt to do anything but rub it. If I had nothing else to fear, I would have
taken pleasure in spying the bulge filling my undies this morning, but as I
shed them from my waist, the blushing, bloated sock of skin almost made me gasp
to question its shift.
     The skin shimmered, and it felt weird to pet it, somewhat raw in a sense.
But I stopped in the instance the round knot above it twitched. At first, I
thought my conscience was playing tricks on me. I reached over to switch on the
bedside lamp and stared at the bulge just beneath my taut skin. Sure enough, it
jolted to the side and then bounced back. My eyes went wide and my heart
fluttered as I dared to cup my hand over it. The orb was searing hot, and I
could feel minute vibrations working away inside it. Then, all of a sudden, my
swollen shaft below began to squirm and roll on its own. I could faintly feel
its movements just before a sharp stabbing pain dove into my groin.
     My back arched as my shoulders hit the wall behind me. Two weeks of
pressure felt like it was surging out of me all at once, but it wasn't urine;
it wasn't even liquid. I tried to scream, but my voice couldn't make as high a
pitch as I'd desired. My knees banged together and my thighs closed above my
dick as its flimsy weight wriggled and tossed from the creatures migrating
through my stretching peehole. Once in a while, I could feel tiny needles
gripping the inside of my slit, backing up traffic as others in line tried to
push the one ahead out. The greatest sensitivity was always at the front, where
the hole in my prick was tugged like a sleeve around the bronze head that
finally found its way to fresh air. Six tiny legs slipped out next, and then
came the long, juicy body of the rest of the grub.
     Coated in slime, it popped to the bedsheet where it continued to inspect
its new world. At last, I let out a howling cry and righted myself to see what
had happened. I made quick short breaths that caught as the next larva breached
my dick's opening, and I winced, curled over myself now, as it passed like a
shot of jelly. Each one fleshed out to about the size of my thumb, as though
they'd been tightly bound until now.
     My eyes jumped between watching these two crawl about and keeping my wits
long enough to see the next one slide from within me. The pain of it was dulled
as the steady line of them kept me stretched, but to my surprise there was
little horror in my mind as I witnessed each of their births. I didn't know if
it was my natural curiosity or the slow realization that these things had
actually been inside of me up until this point.
     My thighs trembled as my peehole started with its own contractions, and my
gaze shuddered as a pleasant sort of feeling overtook my groin. Two more
slipped out ahead of a copious spurt of dissolved amnion, streaked with red as
a subtle reminder that this was still my body—it'd only been forced to nurture
these parasites for the start of their lives. And now that they were leaving, I
guess I should have been glad. But something in me was changed; not that their
invasion had claimed my bladder, or that they had been somehow feeding off of
my body's waste, but something in my core, in my mind felt a sort of connection
with them, and I was almost sad to see them go. I couldn't explain it, but I
had grown used to them.
     I rolled one onto my fingers—occasionally losing myself to the pleasure of
another contraction—and picked it up to inspect it. Just then, Toni appeared at
my door dressed in her pajamas. I pulled my sheet over my bottom half and
dropped my hand as innocently as I could. She was yawning and wiping her eyes,
so I'd hoped she didn't see anything. "You alright, Miles?" she asked.
     I just nodded quick. "Yeah. Why?"
     Her face contorted as she leaned against the door jamb. "I heard you
scream."
     "Oh, that. Yeah. Just a nightmare. I'm beh—" my eyelids flickered and I
tried to stifle a sigh as I felt another bump enter the base of my prick— "eh-
ter now." I shook my shoulders and tried to pass the whole thing off like some
kind of yawn.
     Toni didn't buy it. "Yeah? I can see that." She stepped a little closer,
hushing her voice a bit more. "You sure you're alright? You've been acting
strange since the crash."
     "It was just a bad dream. I'm okay, honest!" I closed my knees as the next
one flopped free and I tried to hide my short breaths.
     "You know, if something's wrong, you can tell me. I won't tell mom or dad,
but I'll help any way I can."
     I must've nodded a bit too quickly. I really just wanted her to go away,
so I couldn't say I knew exactly what she was saying. "Yeah. Sure," I said
assuringly.
     Her gaze drifted from mine and I watched her nose flare up. Her eyebrows
raised, kind of concerned. "Miles? What's that smell?"
     I followed her line of sight and it wasn't looking good. "I don't...smell
anything. Look, I was just about to go back to sleep, so..."
     "Ah—" she said, starting to smile a little. "I think I know what's going
on here." I cringed, more from the passing contraction which chose that moment
of all to sputter more drool onto the bedsheet than from riding the cusp of
being found out. "Nightmare, heh. Sounds like you've had your first wet dream,
hm?" I had no idea what she was talking about, but as soon as she said that,
her eyes fell to the floor along the sight of one of the maggots diving off the
bed's edge.
     My jaw dropped in surprise, and hers in delayed disgust as we watched it
bounce from the two-foot drop and start to writhe about, disoriented. "It's not
what you think," I blurted. I didn't know what she thought, but I knew the
truth was far worse than she was ready for.
     Toni ran over and slammed her bare foot down on it without even thinking
that she wasn't wearing proper attire for it. My head throbbed as I witnessed
that, and sound faded for a second before my conscience rushed back to reality
and I heard my sister blathering on about the gross goop that'd exploded across
the floor and smooshed between her toes while she wiped herself on my bedside.
"Eew, ew, ew, ew..." was all she could stutter out for the longest time, and
finally in her hysteria she pulled the sheet away to wipe between her toes, and
before I could say anything, she shrieked out from the sight of the little pile
of inching creatures sprawling out from beneath my legs.
     "Sis, I can explain!" I yelled to her, but it was proving too much for her
mind to take, and the next second she was fainting and falling to the floor,
her cheek slapping into the spray of grubworm slime a few feet away.
     Footsteps rumbled up the stairs, and I got up from my seat and slid my
door shut just in time. Soon after, the door rattled from mom's soft knocking
as she asked, hushed, "What is going on in there?!"
     I spread myself back against the door as I tried to throw my voice and
answered, "Just a gargantuan mistid. We're taking care of it." Yes, gargantuan
mistids were as bad as they sounded.
     I heard her back away a moment and then return. "Well, try not to wake
your father." And that was that. Mom hurried back downstairs and I sighed
relief. Luckily for me, dad was a heavy sleeper and mom was as gullible as they
come. But looking over at Toni, I tried to think of how I could deal with her.
My mind was racing with thoughts of how to protect my secret, and she'd already
seen so much. Maybe if I just got rid of all of the other bugs and cleaned up,
she wouldn't have any proof, and then anything she'd say to mom and dad would
just sound psycho.
     That seemed like a good plan to start, so I rushed back to my bed and
scooped up the little mess of white worms into both of my hands...and then I
felt it. Like that feeling you get when you know something bad is about to
happen, that tightening in your gut that puts you on the verge of sickness. I
looked down at the grubs, and each one was plump and still, as though the same
sense of forboding was overtaking them, too. I peered over my shoulder at the
one that had fallen to the floor—the little casing of its deflated carcass with
slimy pus splattered mostly in one direction—and that gut feeling worsened.
These weren't my thoughts; somehow, these creatures were communicating their
fears to me, through me. When I picked them up, they'd felt the same sort of
destruction coming to them.
     I returned my gaze towards those five helpless, scrunched up balls and
uncurled my fingers from over them. I couldn't do that to them; I couldn't hurt
them. It was hurting me just to see what Toni did to just one of them.
     Toni. Why did she do that? It wasn't hurting her.
     I lowered them down to the bedsheet once more, set them back in the safe
little nest they'd claimed, and quickly turned back to face her. I touched her
cheek with the sole of my foot and smooshed her lips down against the gooey
remnants of my dead child. Her breath blew slow, peeling ripples into it before
I released my pressure. I had such hatred for her right now. My temperature was
rising, and I felt my groin loosen the knot that had formed in it.
     The last larva had been birthed just before Toni'd discovered this one,
and I didn't notice then that my body had stopped producing them. I didn't
think that there were no more, or that there was just a lapse in their lineup.
It hadn't even occurred to me that I had some control over their release. Maybe
I simply needed to be relaxed enough for any more to escape. But now, I was
sure that there were many more still waiting inside me, as they crawled over
each other in a jittery sort of way, except now my body wasn't so quick to
expel them. If anything, in this anger which grew in my mind, my gut became
more tense than ever.
     A long streak of clear goop stretched from the pink head of my inflamed
prick and slapped the floor in its tiny explosion. As I watched her sleeping
form, her level of comfort, her pleasant dreamstate, I thought there must be
some way to repay her, to punish her for killing one of my young. And with that
growing urge to teach her, the others inside me seemed to feel it as well.
Perhaps they were even leading it, because my body was feeding thoughts into my
mind that I couldn't consider on my own.
     I stepped over to her legs and passed my eyes down along her pajamas. My
sight throbbed with a sense of urgency to get it over with, this punishment
which was budding in my brain. I knelt over her and pushed my hands against her
clothes, spreading her blouse a few inches up, then dragging my fingers to tug
the loosening waistline of her bottoms down around her cheek. I pushed her bent
leg in and scooted myself further down as I writhed my fingers all over her
thighs to work it down, her upper body tossing and shoving into the smear of
thickening liquid that she constantly kissed. "That's right, taste her gunk.
You couldn't stand to see it. Now have it in your mouth."
     I rolled her pajamas past her knee and then lifted her leg as I ground my
groin up along her other. Part of me had her clothes between us, and the other
her bare skin, and that lubrication my body produced just pumped out as though
the worms were working a well inside me. I fingered one hand between my
sister's loins and pried her panties down, stretching their material against
her crotch and waist, and held onto them tightly as I scooted closer to her
center again. In time, her thighs were drenched in the mysterious juice that
spilled from my body. Its scent was strong and seemed to drive my thoughts down
darker paths. I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt right; it felt as
though Toni would hate me for this, and that was just the sort of damage I
wanted to exact on her.
     I pressed my crotch up tight against the fold of her legs, awkwardly
hugging her thigh as her pajama bottoms stretched and rolled and tugged down
one leg and up the other. There was so much heat between us—inside my body and
somehow inside hers as well—I felt this strange connection to her that told me
I needed to join with her. The bugs within me wanted to move into her. I could
feel them pressing against each other, filling my groin with tightness,
climbing behind the base of my shaft, waiting for just the right moment to
spill free. But they needed me to put them there, needed my body to deliver
them as deep as I could. So I slid my swollen syringe of flesh up into the
slippery folds and gripped it with my hand to help push it up as far as it
would reach, and continued to drive myself with my knees anchoring into the
floor.
     Toni's face scrunched and blushed, and I knew she could feel the
punishment through her subconscious. "It'll all be over soon," I whispered,
though I couldn't say what I meant by that. At that moment, I wanted this
punishment to go on forever, to break her mind with the same strain she'd
caused to us. I wished that she was a bug and we could squish her, and that's
when the first of them rolled through the cinching valve and squeezed up inside
my sister's channel.
     It gave me a pleasure as before, one that caused my thoughts to freeze and
focus only on the sensitivity of my body in that moment, but this came along
more intensely. Before my eyes could cease their trembling, another one flung
outward, faster and more smoothly, this time taking my voice along with it in a
choking sort of groan. As little time passed—nearly a second—when another split
my groin and shook my inner thighs, and two more in quick succession piled up
against it. My eyelids were constantly in a half-open state, and while my
juvenile peehole ejected line after line of lubricated slug up beyond my fat
tip, my mind was overtaken with the inner advances they were continuing as
their piercing legs and gnawing mandibles helped them break the deepest barrier
and stretchy chamber of Toni's womanhood.
     I heard her scream but could not care less for it. She tried to shake me
away and remove my hold from her leg, but I clung all the more tightly as my
mock orgasm raged on. She yelled and squirmed and dug her fingernails into my
shoulder before she finally managed to part my half-present person from her
frame, and while she clawed at her insides and scooted up against my dresser
and banged against the wall in utter terror, I simply curled over myself as my
lower half continued to sputter its chunky seed all over the floor.
     Steadily, my mind was lost to the ecstasy, the feeling of dozens of dense
balloons of slime rubbing through my once-tight ductwork replacing the joy I'd
gotten from seeing my sister suffer. I couldn't hear her miserable cries, nor
even the shrieks of our mom when she found us out and ran to Toni's writhing
side as she clutched her bloody center where little white maggoty heads were
starting to break through her skin. Her own fingers tore at the holes, trying
desperately to clean her body of the painful invasion as a pool of her blood
spread out from her seat.
     Through my failing eyes, I saw dad trying to gain my attention, turning
once in a while to console mom. They spoke, but I couldn't hear them. Mom wept,
but I didn't understand. I closed my eyes and my body twitched, my center
reclaiming the focus of all of my sensations. Outside of me, I could feel every
movement of my alien children, every intuition of their feeble beings.
     A gunshot awoke me in an instant, and I turned in time to see my mom's
half-exploded head bounce against my blood-stained bed. Another shot rang in
the air, and my sister's cringing form relaxed, maggots pausing only a moment
before gnawing at her flesh once more. My sight turned red with the next shot,
and every semblance of my memory seemed to fade in a drawn out second. All of
my feeling escaped as liquid pouring from my body, cooling and thinning along
the floor before the final body fell dead, his blood raining down from the
ceiling.
     My family knew nothing about me. They came from a world I'd never seen,
they met a man who brought them across the stars. Many of them died on the way
to their future. My family never knew me. My mother found me by chance. Her
dying wish was that I take her place, to birth her daughters for her. My family
took me as their own. Their need became mine. Their life was precious; mine was
expendable. My body held them, my body took care of them, my body produced
them, my body fed them. My family redefined me.
Chapter End Notes
     now that that's over with, maybe i can get on with more tamed
     stories.
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