Discovery Litwaks Ep. 1 Edited by Sometimesssilly

Foreword:

This is is a smutty, explicit, yet entirely objective documentary on the mating rituals and hierarchy of Cybugs, inspired by an artist's depiction of an assimilated Vanellope and an r63 version of her, "Vancent" as some have called him. http://25.media.tumblr.com/8c36cbf2c14462d65ccca681d89e322a/tumblr_mf0jqgboOf1qi02beo1_500.png

 

When I wrote this I listened to some music to add a little ambiance, to go along with the mood of the story; examples were Joseph Mouret's Rondeu or Vivaldi's A minor Concerto, Rv 356 Presto.

 

You can also skip to ch3 (link at bottom) to skip the somewhat not important to the plot chapters (and the smut). Many thanks to Sometimessilly for proofreading chapter 1.

 

Ch 1

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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Dr. Mark E. DeSade, and on today’s episode of Discovery Litwaks, we will take a firsthand look at a new species to arrive in the arcade.

 

Insectus Cyberneticus, colloquially known as 'Cybugs', have received much infamy due to their association with the Bug War in Hero's Duty as well as several near-unplugging events. Both the Encyclopedia Arcadia and the Hitchiker's Guide to the Arcade describe them as a 'mindless, parasitic species, incapable of anything more than omnivorous devouring and wanton destruction'. For the most part, this definition is universally true. However, we have come upon a rare opportunity to examine a new class of Cybug, 'Rossiya Glucosis'.

 

Here, on the slopes of Diet Cola Volcano in the Swiss Chocolate Alps, we have discovered two young specimens, a princess and a prince member of the Cybug caste system, about to engage in procreation. By sheer stroke of luck we will, for the first time, witness the start of an entirely new generation of Cybug. These two will be the progenitors of an empire.

 

We find the female, 'Cynellope' as it calls itself, lying perfectly still. She is on a 'stand-by' position as per defined by her programming. In this state, it would seem to some that she is vulnerable. Do not be mislead; at any moment, she is prepared to pounce upon an unsuspecting prey in the blink of any eye. Cybugs do not need to blink, and as such they recharge with their eyes open. Even as she sleeps, her four eyes peer at different sections of the horizon for the slightest hint of predator or prey.

 

A Cybug's sense of hearing is unmatched. In addition to hypersensitive eardrums, their bodies are covered in microscopic pores and antennae, capable of hearing noises far softer than anything humans or current technology can detect.  Though our camera probes are state of the art, one wrong move and she would vaporize it in an instant.

 

Suddenly, her eyes flash to life and her head picks up as she hears something stirring. Within moments, her quiet solace is quickly interrupted by a noisome crash. Like a roaring lion, a male Cybug bursts from a mound of chocolate.

 

"RrrrRRRAAAARGHHHhhhhh!”

 

The male, which has been known to call itself 'Cyncent', erupts from a pile of bricks in order to surprise the female.

 

"Yo, Nellie! Check me out!”

 

The male catches the female's attention, and begins his attempts to impress her. He puffs out his thorax, flexes his many arms, and extends his wings. The female, though not in the least bit caught off-guard, is still very intrigued. The female slowly encircles the male, taking his measure.

 

"Well, well. Look what the bugs dragged in.”

 

"Are you seeing this Nellie? I've got four arms! Each of them thick as a licorice log. And these eyes! Is this what you've been seeing the whole time?”

 

"Every moment. Oh, and I hope you enjoyed your last day being human.”

 

"Human? Pfff. I've got wings now! Look.”

 

The male takes to the skies and begins complex aerial maneuvers. Little does he know that with each barrel roll, he is fulfilling his subconscious programming. The male lands in front of the female once more.

 

"You know, when you first dragged me out of my bed and ate me, I honestly thought I was a dead man. But now I feel amazing.”

 

"I told you you'd thank me. 'Oh, pleaase, don't eat me! I just wet myself so I taste terrible!' Ha."

 

"Hey! I'm sure you were scared when the bugs got you.”

 

"No, not really. I knew Ralph would save me in the end. I just had to endure being ripped to shreds a couple of times. At least you only got eaten once.”

 

"Well, getting eaten by you wasn't a cakewalk either.”

 

"Believe me, it could’ve been worse. I made sure not to chew.”

 

"I guess I should be grateful. So... what do you usually do now that you're a bug?”

 

"When it was just me, not much. I had a lot of fun scaring the crap outta the others until it got boring. But now that you're here, that's all gonna change."

 

"What do you mean, Nell?”

 

"I mean there's two of us now. We can fulfill our purpose. Does that ring any bells?”

 

"I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

"Silly. I’m a princess, you’re a prince. Anything coming to mind, bugbrain?”

 

"Uh...”

 

The female lets out a small sigh. “You really don’t know, do you? ...Hmmmm.”

 

Like many other species in the insect world, the female is both the dominant and intelligent gender of Insectus Cyberneticus. Conversely, the newly hatched male's mating programming is not as defined as the female's. This is common of most Insectus Cyberneticus. However, exceptions and  genetic deviations are known to exist; one such notable case was a specimen Fluggeria Butterorum, which displayed much prowess in the Cybug mating ritual from simulated tests.

 

In the presence of a male, hormones rage through the female's body. Her strength increases tenfold as her reproductive programming kicks in. She is less and less in control of her body. The world around her slows to a halt, and she can focus on only one thing.

 

"Um... you alright, Nell? You’re looking at me all weir- Oof!”

 

Faster than he can react, the female pounces on the male, grabbing him in a nanosecond. Confused, the male struggles against her.

 

"Hey, let go of me! What are you doing!?”

 

Even with the male's newfound strength, the female easily overpowers him. In a few seconds she easily drags him into her lair, through a hidden path, into the heart of the volcano. Unaware of his protests, the female enters a trance-like state.  Though unaware of her surroundings, she is following her programming.

 

"It- it can't be! It was destroyed, how did you build it again?”

 

A good nest requires heat for a successful brood; as such, a female would normally take time to dig an entirely new nest near a suitable heat source. Through coincidence, her nest is aptly located and prepared for her. The male is awestruck by the familiarity of the place. Perhaps it confuses it for a similar nest it inhabited previously. While his guard is down, the princess now shoves the male against a wall  She lifts up her abdomen, and in quick succession sprays globs of white taffy web from her spinerrete, trapping the male.

 

"Ugh, man. That's freaking gross!”

 

The male now firmly secured, she releases him from her grasp. The web he is cocooned in is a taffy carbon alloy, influenced by the diet of the princess. The male attempts to claw and phase his way through the taffy; it is to no avail. The taffy is proportionately stronger than steel, and specially designed to encase her pray without any chance of escape.

 

“What the heck is this stuff? Hey! Answer me! I- mmpph!"

 

The female locks her lips with the male, silencing his protests. This both confounds and subdues her mate, preventing him from breaking out as the taffy web hardens. With the male calm, the female leaves her trance-like state and is again capable of speech. The female moves to the male's exposed thorax and begins to pull back his protective covering.

 

"Stop that, I feel all funny... HEY! Don’t touch... wait, what is that?”

 

"It's your *****, silly. Don't tell me you seriously don't know your own body.”

 

The female uncovers the male’s aedeagus, and with her many hands, manually stimulates and prepares the phallus. Although the majority of Cybugs reproduce asexually, once a Cybug has spliced and implanted the DNA of another species it subsequently takes on part of its physiology. Concurrently, its reproductive systems are altered in the same manner.

 

"Ugh... that feels...”

 

"Tee hee, feels good right?”

 

"Uuhhhhhhh...”

 

"How about this?”

 

To futher enhance preperation, the female lowers her head over the aedeagus. She opens her mouth wide, her face splitting at the lines around her chin, and her mouth bristles with an array of razor sharp teeth.

 

"Wait, you're not gonna- NO! Don't! Bad idea!”

 

"Don't worry, bugbrain, I'll try not to bite.”

 

"Aahhhhhhh!”

 

The female's teeth bend backwards as she slides the apendage into her maw. The blunt sides of the knife-like teeth brush lightly against the male, heightening his sense of fear and arousal. She works the aedegus all the way to the back of her throat and writhes her forked tongue all around it. Her throat muscles, strong enough to swallow an elephant whole, contract violently as though she were eating prey.

 

"Oh god! Nell, ah, that feels, that feels so, ah, good!”

 

"Mmrmffhrfmmmmm.”

 

She really shouldn't  talk with her mouth fu- I MEAN, Cybugs respire via millions of microscopic pores throughout their exoskeleton, allowing the queen to go for extended periods of time without breathing. The female continues to prepare the male and after several minutes, having sufficiently prepared him, she pulls back. Now he is well lubricated and firm enough for the mating process. The queen lifts up her thorax above the male's solid member. With one pair of hands she spreads her vaginal opening and with the other pair guides the male's member. She gently lowers herself, completing the union; she has at last designated herself as a Queen and the male as a King.

 

"Ooohhh mannnn... it's hot.”

 

"Mother of monkey milk, it's tight... hang on, give me sec...”

 

"It's not like I... ah... can do anything but... hnn-hang... haaah, ****! It's so hot... but it's so good.”

 

The breeding pair take a moment to adjust themselves to this new sensation. Inside the thorax of the Queen the temperature is an astonishing 145 degrees farenheit; this softens the hard eggs to ease fertilization and increase sensitivity in the male.

 

"I think I can move. Let's speed things up, shall we?”

 

"Take it easy, I need to adjuAAAHHH!”

 

Despite his protests, the female ultimately is in control of the pace. She instantly moves at an amazing speed, 'like a machine' as some would put it. This is necessary, as males have an especially high climactic threshold. The coitus continues, but whereas any other species copulating at this pace would be done in a matter of minutes they continue well into an hour. The reason for the length is that the pair must climax simultaneously; Cybug queens only ovulate during climax, and conversely males only climax in the presence of eggs so as to ensure reproduction. This balance is incredibly difficult to achieve, especially as this is the male's first time.

 

"Ah, ah, oh god Nell, ah, I don't think I, ah, can't take it any longer!”

 

"Just, ah, just a little longer...”

 

Still at an astounding pace, they go faster and faster. Their motions begin to blur to the naked eye, and their mechanical moans turn to cybernetic shouts. Ever slowly, the male is reaching his limit.

 

Finally, two ear shattering screeches of different pitch pierce the air as they simultaneously finish. Dozens of eggs are fertilized. The alacritous motion slowly diminishes to a brisk pace, then a gentle movement, and at last to a halt. Both Cybugs are now panting dazedly.

 

“Oh my god, Nell.” *pant* “That was incredible!”

 

“*pant* Took you long enough. *pant* I was beginning to think you would never *pant* would never- ugh...”

 

"*pant* Y-you ok there, princess?”

 

"I'm a *pant* a Queen now, for your information. You're a King.”

 

"Why do you say that?”

 

"I don't know! I just do, okay? It's like- ughh...”

 

The Queen feels an unnerving sensation throughout her body. She slowly steps back, closer to the cola pool. She stops just at the edge and lays herself down.

 

"Oh god, I- hrrrgghhh!”

 

The female drags her thorax on the ground and crawls. With each step she lays a dozen eggs, freshly fertiziled by the male. In the warmth of the cave they will gestate until they are finally ready to hatch once either the queen or some other outside force disturbs them.

 

"Okay, that is really ****ing gross.”

 

"Sh-hut up-p! Th-his is y-your f-fault!”

 

In only fifteen minutes she has laid a thousand eggs. At last, it is over. She relaxes for a moment, before coming under an insatiable hunger.

 

“So hungry... need food... hmmmmm.”

 

The Queen turns hungered eyes upon the male. She walks slowly toward her cocooned cohort.

 

"H-hey don't look at me like that. You already ate me once Nell, c'mon!”

 

Normally, after the mating process, the Queen devours the male to provide sustenance. However, if she deems him a worthy King, she will spare his life. She walks ever so slowly to him, drool dripping from her maw.

 

"C'mon, Nell. No, DON'T! NOT AGAIN!”

 

Just as she is ready to rip him to shreds, she shuts her gaping jaw and pauses. She looks at him one more time. Then in a flash, she pounces...

 

...Onto a mound of ice cream, which she begins to feast upon. The male breathes a sigh of relief, and as the Queen finishes her meal she returns to the male. Now her instatiable hunger is replaced with something else: insatiable lust.

 

“More. More! We must make more eggs!”

 

"Are you kidding me? We just did it like ten minutes ago. Hey, t-take it easy there, Nell. C'mon give me a break- ah!”

 

The Queen will continue to mate with the King hundreds of thousands of times throughout their ageless lifespans. Cybug males have no refractory period, and are capable of instant seed production. As they repeat the process, the queen will only increase her efficiency at laying eggs and making the male climax, and the moments of rest will only grow shorter.

 

But as the breeding continues, they are unaware of the imminent danger. In a short while, they will face off against an age old predator, one that has hunted their kind to near extinction.  One that is stalking the skies above them this very moment.

 

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