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tiffauthor · 3 months

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Why We Do This (dark fiction)

I too wondered why when this first started; why perfectly healthy girls let a hugger bug use their bodies this way. I mean I understood older women with the best years behind them, but young women and teen girls? Why?

But as the infestation spread and I witnessed more and more girls overwhelmed by their oviposition and birth, I started to get it. Then, when I snuck in watch a few bug parties and witnessed it close up, I knew why we do it, amazed as girls started taking two or even three bugs so they're so full of eggs they grow delirious.

Now I'm doing it too and I've learned why pregnant women are horny all the time; that heavy rolling mass undulating against my g-spot is making this feel like a drug-induced erotic dream. It's the alien hormones and the bug eggs that wriggle and roll inside our bellies that supply the constant, sweaty orgasms.

Syl inspired me when she knelt in the middle of the living room floor while Nan steadied a bug on her upturned face. Syl was an older woman, her wrinkled belly and sagged flapjack tits telling she was no stranger to pregnancy and birth. She was all used up and wanted to feel ecstasy one last time.

Syl made such sweet gagging and heaving sounds and her belly undulated as the ovipositor slid egg after egg down her gullet and into her stomach as Nan held it tight. Nan's belly too was already swollen with the eggs that would eventually hatch and force their way out when her turn came to squirm and cum and cum and cum. She would experience that after I did but before Syl.

I had two clutches of eggs incubating and slithering around inside my bloated womb by that time. I was rolling with orgasms and teasing my clit while I watched Syl take the first bug down her throat. She was cumming as she gagged and regurgitated the hormonal slurry the bugs squirt inside us.

In the corner a fresh girl lays tummy down, naked except for her sneakers that squeaked on the tiled floor when she arrived and stripped naked. She was willing to be sure, horny but scared, and when her bug latched around her hips and pressed itself into the crease of her tight bum she parted her thighs and began to tremble. Soon she was grunting like a whore as the bug took her rectally, its ovipositor reaching places she'd never felt reached before. She'd gone from scared to a bug-slut in minutes.

When Syl took the second bug down her throat, heaving wetly as she struggled to swallow her next clutch of eggs, the girl with the squeaky shoes was cumming, grinding her mound against the floor as the bug squelched inside her crease and packed her bowels with eggs. She was begging for more in desperate grunts.

Between her second and third bug, Syl looked into my eyes with a challenging bitch-grin. She was trying to outdo me after I took my second bug before anyone else and she upstaged me beautifully as she opened her throat to swallow her third ovipositor. When she finished emptying that bug she was a bloated hot mess; her pussy and blown anus flowing with girl cum and slurry, her belly round and tight like a buddha as the eggs moved in her bowels giving her long shuddering orgasms as she lay on her side, sweating and squirming on the floor.

I had time to watch the girl in the corner take her second bug in constant orgasm, her fear long gone, her sexual hunger all that mattered. Her chest and face remained on the floor, but her knees were under her, thighs wide and lifting her bug-owned bum high and proud. Her belly hung distended below like she was six months pregnant. She was facing me when she urped up the bug's slurry that had found its way up into her stomach. It's the slurry that is gushed inside us with each egg to lubricate our insides that contains the supercharged sex hormones that give us so many orgasms. It changes your body quickly; your pussy, cervix, and rectum relax, your clit throbs, your tits swell as they bloat with milk and your nipples leak. Your mind surrenders to an intense pleasure you could never imagine and everything feels like a dream.

It starts with normal orgasms as you're bug-fucked the first time, deeper ones as the slurry and eggs plump your insides, then slow cramping orgasms as your belly clenches around the unnatural and ever-moving mass inside you. Finally you're overwhelmed by the convulsive electric orgasms that curl your toes until they cramp as you tremble and shake when the pupae hatch inside you.

It's madness what we do but the hormones are why we do it. The more eggs and slurry in your belly the more hormones in your system so the more orgasms rage through your body, and of course the more bugs you birth.

I've seen girls convulsing and vomiting as orgasms roared in their bellies when the pupae start eating their way out with their needle teeth. The pain is a byproduct and the violent final orgasms are everything as girls lose their minds in the intense orgasmic storm when their bellies explode. Girls pissing, vomiting, and flopping like gutted fish as they end their lives in waves of terrible ecstasy.

I was the first to spread her legs at this bug party because I've left three others a bug-virgin knowing that as the night goes on the smell gets bad with all the burst bellies. I didn't want to smell that again, so tonight I was the first to feel the incredible strength of the crab legs clamping around my hips and bum. The first to feel the slimy heat against my pussy and the ovipositor slithering inside me, the tip flaring inside my womb. I was screaming then, not in fear nor in horror of what was happening to me, but with a sexual joy that was overpowering. I screamed that it was the best fuck of my life as plunk-plunk-plunk the bug spat the fat eggs inside my belly and gushed me full of slurry. And I loved feeling the eyes of the other girls watching me before they took their own bugs. As soon as my first let me go I pulled my second between my open thighs and took my second clutch as Syl watched me.

Now I feel like a queen, caressing my plump roiling belly, pregnant with the alien life I feel moving inside me while a girl I don't know plays with me.

Inspired by Syl, I give myself a going-away present, knowing the ovipositioning of my third clutch would still be happening when I birthed the pupae squirming in my womb. I welcomed the feeling of powerlessness as my final bug latched to my face and forced itself down my gullet and feeds me its eggs, plunk-plunk-plunk into my gurgling stomach with a gush of its fluid between each impregnation. It's like being fed orgasms.

My stomach is being stretched with fresh eggs I won't feel hatch because the ones in my womb are arching and splitting their carapaces open and squirming free like an unruly gang. I'm cumming and losing my mind. Long rolling orgasms like a sea-storm raging in my lower belly. I can feel myself squirting piss and my own juices and slurry as my g-spot throbs and my pussy and rectum prolapse from the building pressure.

I'm still gulping eggs when I shudder at the first bite on the side of my boated womb. The pain is exquisite, a sexual jolt of electricity from my clit to my gullet. I can feel the pupae growing excited inside me, thrashing inside my belly making me gag and vomit around the ovipositor in my throat, tasting the slurry coming back up, so rich with earthy hormones.

The girl playing with me backs away because this is the part we have to do alone.

Everything is speeding up, my thighs are weak and my crotch feels hollow as I kick and squirm on the floor, my toes curling from the growing power of the chain-orgasms hammering my sweat-slick body. I know my belly is about to explode and new alien life will burst out of it, and I want it. Oh god, how I want it …

… please-please-please …

… fuck yes!

#alien pregnancy #ovipositor #facehugger #consensual #emeto kink #@bredtothebrim

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waywardstraysau · 1 year

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Stalker, Part 2

By: Mod Nightmare

Zim is reprogrammed, and runs

DT listens to the Ex-Invader, then brings Zim back

Dib has his therapy sessions doubled, because suggesting vivisection for the Irken was disturbing enough to warrant that.

All in all, things worked out, though DT now has an added responsibility of keeping a pair of volatile mortal enemies from killing each other.

Thank Buddha for magic

The reprogramming plan Hunter pushed for did not end well.

Like, “Zim broke out and is now god knows where out in the woods” kind of not ending well.

Hunter had chased after the irken, but unfortunately lost track of the little green boy the moment he’d crossed over the treeline.

That didn’t stop the witch from continuing to search.

He recognized the look on the recently freed boy.

And he was a boy, not much older than Dib, according to Krel’s estimations regarding his mental maturity. The Akiridon wanted nothing to do with the admittedly bold plan, but he did lend assistance despite his clear discomfort, and Hunter respected him for it.

Though he felt bad knowing the poor guy was probably losing his shit back on campus, knowing a dangerous intergalactic criminal was on the loose.

All the more reason to find Zim quickly

Hunter crouched down and shifted into his wolf form, sniffing the ground in hopes of finding a trail. If his experiences with Krel were to be considered, otherworldly beings had a sharply contrasting scent with those of earths natural ecosystem. The violette sincerely hoped the same was true of the irken, for if it wasn’t, he’d have a much longer search ahead of him.

Blessedly, it was not long before the young witch picked up on a rather sharply out of place smell, akin to that of an industrial grade sanitizer mixed with the dragon scales that Jake shed from time to time.

Zeroing in on the drastically out of place scent, Hunter began following the trail.

Along the way, the young witch picked up on the small displacements in the natural arrangement of the woods. Claw marks with too few digits, bits of bright pink fabric clinging to thorns, and occasionally the tiniest splatters of green blood that were growing fresher as he continued on. Though, thankfully, the spots were less common the newer they were.

Eventually, Hunter’s trail went cold.

Well, not exactly cold, but it did stop at the base of a very large tree. One of those trees that seemed to have many trunks that reached up towards the sky, giving many routes for potential climbers to take. And somewhere in the multiple canopies those trunks connected to, he could hear the Irken’s unique voice muttering a nonsensical language.

To Hunter, the pattern of speech was familiar, even if he couldn’t understand the words.

The irken was having a mental breakdown.

No time to waste, then

Shifting into his feline form, Hunter circled the base of the tree, sniffing the trunks, and managed to pinpoint which had been scaled most recently.

Leaping onto the trunk, the young witch proceeded to scale the tree with expert efficiency, reaching the canopy in no time at all.

The scene he was met with was not unfamiliar, but still heartbreaking in its own right.

The young green alien was curled in on himself within a rather large hollow in the trunk, obscured from the ground by abundant, lush branches. Hunter couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but judging by his posture and trembling, the young witch could make a pretty good guess.

Sighing, knowing he couldn’t leave him to deal with whatever his issues may be alone, Hunter pulled himself into the opening.

No response from the irken.

I was right, mental breakdown

Bolded by the confirmation, the witch quietly made his way to the irkens side, pressing his fluffy body up against him with a quiet mewl.

The response to this was near instantaneous, the Irken scooping him up and burying his face into his purple fur, hugging him so tightly any normal cat would have been obliterated.

Thankfully, to Hunter, the pressure was simply mildly uncomfortable, not life-ending.

The violette begun purring with his whole body as he nuzzled the side of the Irken’s head, his research on therapy cats having prepared him for moments like this.

Eventually, Zim began calming down, his trembling lessening as Hunter began whispering comforting sentiments, this not being the first time he’d been in such a situation. He kept the purring up even when Zim eventually stopped trembling entirely, loosening his hold on the witch and sitting back a bit to get a better look at who had joined him in his hideaway.

“Pff- I really don’t get earth creatures” the invader commented after a moment, smiling a bit as he wiped a tear from his eye. His face was still supporting darkened pigmentation, perhaps a blush, his eyes supporting stress lines, but as a whole, he seemed to have calmed significantly. “Such an odd creature”

Hunter made no protest as the irkens clawed hands cupped the underside of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks far more gently than the witch considered the invader capable of.

Things stayed quiet for a short while, the silence only interrupted by occasional quiet purring as Zim graduated to pulling the witch back into his arms, running a hand down his back.

“…Massive, I was played for such a fool” The young alien finally spoke again, earning a look from the disguised witch in his arms. “I had more options for free thinking than my peers, and yet I failed to see anything for what it truly was”

Hunter remained silent, staring at the irken.

However, unlike before, the staring seemed to be more of an invitation, rather than an act of distain.

Zim took the offer as a sign to continue.

“I was stupid enough to believe the Tallest wanted to conquer a planet anywhere near Diamond territory. Dumb enough to believe this was anything aside from downright banishment” The young being sighed, gently cupping the disguised witches face. “I’ve done so many horrid things, all in the name of an empire who wanted nothing to do with me. Did these humans deserve any of it? Probably not. Did my actions accomplish anything aside from causing pain? No”

The irken took a deep breath, an attempt to steady himself.

“All it took was some human hacking into my PAK, and everything just… fell apart” Zim huffed, sounding… defeated. “I’m thinking more clearly than I’ve ever experienced in my life, yet the first thing I do is run like a coward”

Another deep breath. Trembling claws were calmed by the creature setting its paws on them.

“So many lives…” The irken shuddered, calming himself by rubbing his thumbs on the creatures paws before he continued on. “I… don’t know what to do. What can I do?”

Silence returned as the Irken withdrew his hands, attempting to curl back in on himself.

Nope. Can’t have that

“Well, you can start by getting out of this tree” Hunter spoke, startling the Irken enough for a shriek. He chuckled at the reaction, putting a paw up to his face. “What? You didn’t seriously think I was a regular cat, did you?”

“… I don’t even know what a cat is” The irken replied meekly, before the weight of the admission reached his brain, and he kept to his feet. “Wait, you- you consciously dared to stalk the almighty ZIM!?”

“Ah, theres that passion” Hunter cackled, pouncing on the Irkens head with a triumphant mewl. “Now, why don’t you and I have a little chat back on campus, yeah?”

“Wait, YOU-“

The irken didn’t get to finish before shadows swallowed the both of them up, leaving nothing more than a shed whisker behind.

……………….

Neither boy resurfaced for a couple of hours.

When they did, it was by walking into an argument between the pair of Steven (whom Dib had run into instead of Ford) and Jack versus Krel and Dib.

It was obvious to even the most oblivious of students that whatever was going on in that hallway was to be avoided at all costs, so the four had been locked in a stalemate for nearly the entire duration of time that Zim was MIA.

It wasn’t even a particularly flashy interruption, Hunter simply strolled into the room, Irken boy at his heels, and interjected himself between the warring parties with little more than a flick of the tail.

His effortless nonchalance about interrupting said intense debate silenced everyone involved. However, if you knew where to look, you’d assuredly see the discomfort Hunter masked with despondence as he met the gaze of Steven before speaking.

“Zim has good in him, underneath the understandable insanity” He stated, tail twitching a bit at the end as Steven regarded him. “I think we should give him a chance, at the very least”

Steven seemed to contemplate the statement for a bit.

“… Alright then. I’ll trust you on this”

“Are you out of your-!?” Krel attempted to interrupt, terror in his expression, but he was quickly silenced underneath the combined weight of both Hunter and Steven’s warning looks. “… Fine. Keep it out of my space, and we won’t have a problem”

“Zim?”

“I do not appreciate being referred to as an “it”, Akiridon” the irken hissed, appearing highly offended. “But, contrary to popular opinion, I am no fool. I will stay out of your way”

“That’s debatable” Dib scoffed, but went quiet when Hunter set him a disapproving look.

“See to it that you do” Krel agreed, before hastily making his exit as Hunter turned back to Steven.

“Tell Ford Zim wishes to enroll here. If there are any issues regarding problematic conduct with him in the future, I shall see to its resolution myself” Hunter addressed his peer stiffly, but Steven seemed not to mind.

“If thats how you want it” the other boy replied, and followed Krel out of the lab, heading down towards the basement.

The moment Steven was out of Hunter’s earshot, the room immediately lost a lot of tension, and Jack finally spoke up for the first time.

“Are you sure it’s smart to keep someone infamous enough to cause an intergalactic panic on school grounds?” The redhead questioned as Hunter sat down on the table, much more laid back and comfortable than he’d been moments before. “I’m all for letting him live, don’t get me wrong, but won’t we be inviting trouble if he stays?”

“Jack, I’m pretty sure the school taking Edric and I in was the very definition of “Inviting Trouble”” He chuckled, before gesturing to where Dib and Zim were having a glaring contest, before devolving into a no-holds-barred wrestling match on the floor. “Besides, despite the animosity, I’’m pretty sure Dib will be much more comfortable having his sworn enemy where he can reach him”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure they’re actively trying to kill each other right now” Jack pointed out, looking disturbed as Dib pulled some kind of funky dagger out of his trechcoat, raising it up to strike the screeching irken.

However before Dib could commit an intergalactic hate crime, the dagger dissolved into dust, leaving an opening for Zim to take back the upper hand and shove the human off of him.

“And that, my friend, is what magic is good for” Hunter chuckled, spell circle still in the air as two glasses of fancy pudding appeared on the table while the kids kept fighting in the background. “Just, relax. Stan’s commentary on children fighting isn’t without its merits, after all”

And so, the pair of friends spent the next hour just watching two minor mortal enemies scrapping on the floor until they wore themselves out, any possibility of a fatality intercepted far before it could cause damage.

All in all, not the weirdest Thursday Hunter had experienced.

#wayward strays au #wayward strays #wayward tides au #wayward tides #toh hunter #the owl house #hunter toh #toh #crossover #steven universe #invader zim #fanfic #dib membrane #zim iz #you can’t expect expert parenting from a sixteeen year old boy #but he does a good enough job

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