The Millipede Bugs the Astronaut Pt. 01

Kate was slippery with sweat; the bug had a hard time staying on her slick body. She felt a sliding sensation in her birth canal. The creature was pulling out. Kate felt a surprising touch of fear-laced disappointment. Now that the creature was finished, what would it do? Her answer came when the creature slithered off her body and prodded her over.

Kate was near paralyzed from the effects of post-orgasm and narcovenom. The bug flipped her over until she was prone. It proceeded to spread her legs and crawl on her back. "Omigod!" Kate thought, "Is he going to give me a doggie fuck?!" Some of Kate's ex-boyfriends liked the doggie style; this was her first time with a giant insect. She felt the probe slip between her ass cheeks. "It's going to rape my ass!" she panicked.

The creature's cock entered her anus. Kate sucked in her breath and tensed her muscles. Her sphincter tightened automatically. Kate was unable to tell the size of the bug's dick but it felt large. It had easily slipped into her wet pussy. Her bunghole was a different matter. It was tight and relatively dry so some pain accompanied the entry.

Kate moaned and clutched at the sand. "Oh God, it hurts! It's splitting me wide open!" She bit her lower lip until it bled; tears began to squeeze through her eyelids. Kate tried to ease the pain by relaxing her muscles as much as possible. It worked to a point, but allowed the bug to thrust deeper. The pain ebbed to a tolerable level and Kate began to feel some arousal. Soon Kate helped the bug by grinding her ass into its underbelly. The creature plunged further into her depths than any human. It seemed to merge into the curve of her ass. Kate moaned as she came; cum dripped out of her pussy to blend into the sand.

The creature slid out of her ass and went to the ocean. Kate piped a disappointed moan and collapsed onto the sand. She lay on her side, the soft breeze cooling her exposed, wet pussy. She heard splashing sounds. "I should try to get away. I think I'm starting to move without cumming," she thought halfheartedly.

Kate's initial terror had given way to a mixture of curiosity and desire. Her experience was unique and erotic and she wanted more. She couldn't tell if it was actual First Contact. The creature had to be sentient for it to qualify. "I don't think an animal or insect would go so far as to fuck a human," she thought. "It has to be sentient on some level but would non-humanoid sentients do it with humans? It has to be different somehow, but why does it feel like sex?"

She heard skittering noises; the creature was coming back. It flipped Kate on her back and spread her legs. Her pubic area was sticky with cum. The creature cleared some sand away from her pussy and crawled on top. "Oh no! It's going to do it again!" she thought. "Well actually, it's going to do me again."

Once again, she endured another round of orgasms as the bug thrust into her. Kate was so wet, the probe took less time to reach her womb. There was a difference; instead of the now familiar probe of her walls, Kate felt a mild vibration, as of a hose running warm water into her womb. Liquid warmth exploded in her belly, followed by a tickling sensation. Her lower torso rippled as a wave of pleasure spread though her body. Kate never felt anything like it.

A pleasant heaviness settled in her womb. She looked at the bug; its "back" seemed to curve. The curve grew more pronounced as she watched. Kate had a brief moment's confusion. Then she realized the bug was curving over her growing belly. "What is this thing doing to me?!" she gasped. The bug paused in his thrusts and the swelling stopped. Kate felt something pass through her birth canal. As it passed over her g-spot, she came. She felt the object enter her womb. It was shortly followed by another. An ominous thought entered Kate's mind, "Oh no! Is it planting eggs?"

Kate's fears at the implication were submerged under a constant orgasmic pattern. More eggs passed over her pleasure point on their way to her womb. The bug curved even further as her belly grew into a large, round ball. Kate came twelve times, one for each egg.

The bug finished its implantation and pulled out. It skittered away, leaving Kate in the sand. So now she was back where she started, stunned and swollen. She ran her hands over her belly a second time. "It's still growing," she noticed. She was more alert; her detachment and lethargy had ebbed, "I guess the bug drug is wearing off." It wasn't just her belly; her breasts were noticeably larger as well.

Kate was proud of her B-cup size. The small breasts went well with her athletic body. Still, "How would my body look with larger breasts?" She was also intrigued that, as her detachment wore away, she felt no fear. It was as if her mind accepted the alien life growing within her womb. "There's no bug drug clouding my judgment."

Kate looked at her body; it was like watching three loaves of bread dough rise. She tried to rise from the sand but her body had grown too large, "Oh God! I'm a beached whale." She lay in the sand for several hours, running her hands over her growing belly, watching her breasts swell from B to C to D to DD. Kate gave her breasts a squeeze and was rewarded with a splash of creamy white milk. "This is really weird," she thought as she licked the milk off her face.

Kate's belly began to move; it rippled and sloshed, heaving her breasts up to her chin. "Oh no! It's happening," she thought. "Will it hurt?" As it stood, the labor pains were mild. She couldn't see her pussy over her curves. Kate felt a splash between her legs as fluid poured out of her womb. Her belly deflated while her breasts remained large. The fluid soaked into the sand; Kate felt a slithering through her wet passage. Something crawled out of her pussy and rested in her muff. It slithered over the diminished curve of her belly and crawled to her chest. Kate stared at the pale, wet thing between her breasts, "Wow! It's kind of cute."

****

Znxxx skittered happily over the sand. It was a very good day for him. The meeting with the First Keeper went very well. The counts proved to be very satisfying; a good day indeed. The First Sun was setting, the Second was approaching midpoint. "My eggs should be hatched by now," he thought.

Znxxx hoped the Xeno was okay. His species' larvae knew instinctively from which body entrances to emerge. "None of this belly-bursting business, unlike some species I know," he sniffed. Znxxx's concerns were for the effects of the various chemicals and body fluids on the Xeno's physiology. "Narcovenom, elasticizing precum, and sperm; possibly a bad combination," he thought. He would hate to lose a valuable scientific specimen. There were his grubs of course, but his lifemate could always produce more eggs.

He came across the Xeno. She wasn't finished with the larvae. At least seven were on her body. The Xeno squirmed sinuously as an eighth grub emerged from between her legs. She made soft sounds similar to those made during the implantation. Two grubs had attached themselves to the Xeno's mounds. Znxxx noted with some fascination that the creature's mounds were considerably larger than this morning. "Amazing!" he thought. "An effect of the implantation? I must make a note for the Scholars."

The Xeno's hands were on her shrinking belly. She was grunting and pushing, her legs spread, her pelvic opening exposed, wet, and pink. The pink lips parted and the gleaming white head of a larva slid through the opening. The rest of the body followed in a splash of fluid. The grub slithered across the creature's muff, over the curve of her belly, to join its siblings at the mounds. The Xeno's belly shrunk as more larvae followed.

The creature's activity showed the narcovenom had worn off but she made no attempt to escape. "The Xeno seems to be taking pleasure in larvae birthing," Znxxx thought. The Xeno alternated between running her hands over the grubs' bodies and her own. Her face wore that strange grimace; her sighs and grunts were soft in tone. She seemed particularly interested in her mounds.

The grubs were undulating in a pumping motion, sucking on the Xeno's nubs. Her mounds were heaving in a pneumatic pulse. The Xeno made faint gasps with each pump. Znxxx found the grubs' activities disturbing for some reason.

"Here, here now! Get away from those mounds, come on now!" he cried.

A grub on the Xeno's belly poked its head at him, "Dada?" it asked.

"Yes, I'm your Daddy," Znxxx replied, "Come down from there right this instant, I'm taking you home."

The grub looked at the creature, "Mama?"

"No, that's not your mother. That's some strange alien creature. Your mother's at home. You there! Stop that!"

Another larva had attached itself to a nub.

"No, no, no! Get off there! Come on now!" Znxxx used his mandibles to gently pluck the larvae from the Xeno's body. The Xeno eeled a squirm as the last grub wriggled free of her opening. Her belly resumed its taut flatness; the mounds, however, remained large. "Fascinating," Znxxx thought. White fluid percolated from the nubs. "This is what my grubs were sucking on," he noted. Znxxx also noticed the Xeno made no attempt to escape, even though the narcovenom had obviously worn off (Kate was exhausted from the multiple births and orgasms, besides, she wanted to see what the Bug was going to do next). He dabbed some more on her skin, just in case, while he investigated the strange fluid.

The nubs squirted little fountains of the white fluid. Znxxx decided to try an experimental taste. He was unprepared for the reaction; both his own and the Xeno's. The Xeno gave an intense convulsive shudder (Kate's boobs had become hypersensitive; the touch of grubs' mouths or millipede mandibles sent her into intense orgasms). Znxxx, on the other hand, shuddered for a different reason. The fluid jolted his system in ways never before experienced. It was like drinking nectar mixed with lightning. It felt addictive and electrifying; he had to will himself to stop.

The creature's hands slowly crept to her mounds; she fondled and squeezed, causing more white fluid to geyser from her nubs. "Great Moons! What is this stuff?!" Znxxx asked as he lowered his mandibles for another taste. The creature squirmed and convulsed, fluid spurted from her pelvic region (Kate came several more times as the Bug sucked away at her tits), steam geyser sounds erupted from her mouth.

"Hmmm, shtucking her moundssth givessth her pleasher," Znxxx inebriatedly thought. "I commmpuuuleetuulllly coooonnnncuuurrrr." To Znxxx's credit, he maintained some presence of mind to direct an amount of the "White Nectar" into his birthing pouch, "Thish warrantsth an inveshigashun by the Scholarsh. Oh Dear! The creature'sh moundths are shrinking, how disshapointing. I shall have to dwell on thish when I get home."

Znxxx's disappointment was echoed by Kate. "Oh damn!" she thought, dismayed to see her DD's revert to B size. Znxxx collected his grubs (which took some time, as they were well toasted) and staggered home.

****

Znyyy, Znxxx's Lifemate, was not happy when he arrived home; staggeringly drunk millipedes are not good for domestic harmony. Her Lifemate didn't so much skitter as scatter; zigzagging like a brain damaged beetle. Znyyy was scandalized.

"Dipping into the pink nectar again! How dare you!" Then she noticed the grubs, "AAIIEE!! The grubs! You gave nectar to the grubs?!! You idiotic, irresponsible, ill-bred dung worm! I should never have bonded you! I want a severance!"

Znxxx stumbled into the dwelling and shook off the grubs. They bumbled around the house, wreaking a havoc of wrecked furniture and messed floors, sending Znyyy into a fever pitch of foul invectives.

"Rejoishe my honeybloshum," slurred Znxxx. "Were rish! I have made a new dithshcovery which meansh preshtige and profit for ush all!"

"Prestige?! Profit?! You're drunk out of your carapace and the grubs are destroying the house! I . . . want . . . a . . . severance!!"

"Patience my passion flower; lishen to what I have to say firsht."

Znxxx proceeded to tell Znyyy of the encounter on the Big Sand. Znyyy was extremely skeptical; especially that her Lifemate would perform such an unusual act.

"Bestiality! Unnatural mating! I want a severance!"

Znxxx offered her a sample of the "White Nectar"; a few sips sauced her into complete ploztness.

"Thish shtuff ish amazing," Znyyy gushed. "And you shay it's from a Big Hairlesh Fuzzie?"

"A mosht unexshpected shide effect of the implantation," Znxxx replied. "The implicash..implicash...impli...well the Scholarsh will be thrilled, and I (urp!), I mean we can claim profit for the dishcovery." (Znxxx was tempted, briefly, to take advantage of his Lifemate's inebriation, but decided that the current matter was too important for distraction).

"Joyoush event," exclaimed Znyyy, "I reshind my demand!"

"Now dear, you musht shease your imbibement. The nectar ish very intoxicating. We musht find a minder for the grubs and take the nectar to the Scholars."

The Scholars were equally skeptical, if not more. Skepticism turned to outrage as Znxxx explained the details of the implantation.

"Unnatural!" cried the First Scholar.

"Unconventional!" screamed the Second.

"Immoral!" hissed the Third (whom Znxxx disliked intensely and thought of as a stiff-segmented prig).

"But not unlawful," interjected the Fourth (an open-minded, somewhat liberal individual).

"Larvae eggs! Inside one of . . . them?!" replied the Third.

"A warm, moist incubator with a possible side benefit, and no bar from the Code of Proper Behavior," argued the Fourth. "I find it highly intriguing."

"Perhaps we should reserve judgment until after we've studied his sample," suggested the Second.

"I don't know," said the First, warily eyeing Znxxx and Znyyy. "The liquid seems to have an adverse effect on decision making capabilities."

"Then may I suggest the Collegium Hive monitor our actions?" replied the Second.

"Seconded!" added the Fourth.

The Scholars, including a reluctant Third, each took several sips. They were stewed within minutes, to the shock and amusement of the Collegium.

"Ama...amana...amanamazing!" slurred the First.

"A mosht eshquishite taste," slobbered the Second.

"I fa..fa..fa..fully apologishe for doubting you," sloshed the Third.

"Concurrence and congratulations on a mosht fortuitoush and profitable dishcovery," slopped the Fourth. "I move that we send meshengersh to the other Hivesh, alerting them to your new acquish . . . acquish . . . oh dungballs, your new creashure. We musht go to the Big Sand to view and examine thish Alien."

"Seconded," seconded the Second. The requisite messengers were sent out. The Scholar Collegium (accompanied by six extremely plastered millipedes) trouped to the beach in a mass skitter.

Kate lay on the beach, enjoying the blissfully warm sea breeze. Her belly was flat as before. Her breasts reduced to small, round B-cups. Kate stretched languorously, high on narcovenom and aftersex; sweat and sand covered her body. "Mmmm, that Bug drug," she thought.

Her mind still processed the events of the day; marathon sex with a giant alien millipede was a unique and intense experience. Even the brief grotesque "pregnancy" was erotic. "Not anything like having human babies," Kate thought. "I'll take a swim when the drug wears off, then I can eat, get some sleep, find the Bug, and maybe 'initiate' a Second Contact."

Kate's fantasies of further Bug sex were interrupted by skittering; loud skittering, almost a rumble. The skitters filled the air, accompanied by a cacophony of clicks and chirps. Alarm raced through Kate. "A stampede?" she asked. She lethargically raised her narcovenomed head and looked around . . . at the thousands of Bugs, varied in shape and size, that surrounded her vulnerable, nude body. "Uh Oh," she thought. "Second Contact might be sooner than I think."

"She doesn't look like much."

"Nonsense. She's a reasonably good example of her species."

"Shouldn't she be larger?"

"Scholar Znxxx said her body resumed this size after the birthing."

"So what do we do now?"

"We wait for the Scholars, I guess."

"Well Znxxx, we're here," said the slightly sober First Scholar. The White Nectar's effects were apparently short term; Znxxx felt more alert.

"A most interesting looking creature," observed the Fourth ("The Fourth Scholar seems far more interested in the Xeno than the others," thought Znxxx, "Perhaps there's something to those rumors about him and the Little Fuzzies after all.").

"You planted your eggs in that?" sniffed the Third. "This creature's a runt, a wisp. It's amazing you could fit your ovipositor into it, much less a clutch of eggs."

"She was much different during the probing and implantation," Znxxx responded (he felt a slight hangover, "I'm sure the Scholars feel it too."). "Her body is amazingly resilient and her pelvic opening very accommodating. First Scholar, if I may put forward a theory. I believe the various chemicals I put into her body caused a mutagenic reaction with her physiology. If we repeat the experiment we should see similar results."

"And would you be willing to perform this task for us?" asked the First.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm more than willing but I'm tapped out of body fluids. I'll have to wait until my next mating cycle."

"Then obviously we need a volunteer," said the Second.

"Not me!" cried the newly sober Third. "I retract my earlier statement. I was drunk and impaired. I will not put my ovipositor into an alien primitive!"

"Well then it falls to me to advance the cause of science," enthused the Fourth, eagerly stepping forward. "I must admit that I am greatly honored to participate in this important and significant experiment."

"Um, perhaps you should wait a moment, Fourth Scholar. We need clear, analytic (and unperverted) minds for the experiment," said the First.

"May I suggest volunteers from the Collegium?" asked the Second. "Ah hello?! Are there any members in their mating cycles or with egg clutches?" An ocean of carapaces stood at attention. "Ah good, then may we have some volunteers for an important . . . uh . . . experiment? Scholar Znxxx will explain."

There was a rustle among the mass; two millipedes scuttled forward. One was long, one was short. "Your names?" asked the First in a superior tone.

"Znggg," replied the long one.

"Znong," answered the short one.

"Well, Znggg and Znong, you have been chosen for a great honor." Znxxx related his story to the two millipedes. "Now it is imperative that you repeat my actions exactly, for the success of the experiment (and my career and reputation)."

"Sure thing dude," replied Znggg.

Znggg and Znong were not the most intelligent among the Collegium ("Personally I think they're a couple of morons," thought the First Scholar), but they knew opportunity when it lay on the beach in front of them.

"Wow Dude, we get to implant a Xeno," said Znong.

"Yeah bug," replied Znggg. "Fourth Scholar said interspecies fucks are the best. What's your clutch?"

"Twenty-four Dude. I got some eggs from this Wasp I met at the nectar kegger last week. She was really into it man! Think she wants to bond. How about you?"

"Fifteen. Znonx caught the fuzzie so her clutch was low. This is it Dude, we're getting bonded after graduation!"

"Wow man!" exclaimed Znong. "And we get to party before that." The collegiates clicked their tails in celebration.

Kate, wet with anticipation, watched the two bugs approach. She giggled at the irony. This morning she was a sane, sober, and, decorated officer of the Space Service, facing a terrifying alien bug about to perform horrifying acts upon her helpless, nude body. Now, she craved bug cock so bad only the bug drug kept her from squirming. She noted the bugs' size difference. "How big is the tall one?" she wondered, licking her lips.