(Inspired by and Based Upon "Contact" by Little White Mouse)

By The Preve

Thanks to Todger 65 for editing.

Author's note: This story was written years ago, so forgive some of the crude edges.

*****

Lt. Kate Sanders of the United Nations Interstellar Service, stood on the beach looking at the ocean. If not for her predicament's ambiguity, she would curse her luck. She was stranded . . . on a beautiful island. The planet wasn't unknown to the Service but it was off the beaten path. She had a distress beacon but it was doubtful anyone would hear it. "Of all the escape pods I had to pick the one with the faulty nav," she thought.

Earlier survey teams had found no major predators (except in the deep ocean and they never came near the shore). Most of the plants on the island were edible. There were few large animals except for some "deer" and large insects; plus nocturnal lemurs. It looked like she was stuck here awhile. "And I crashed right on the beach. Not a bad place to land," she thought.

The deep blue ocean beckoned. The beach was the most beautiful part of the island. "It's like I crashed in Greece. That ocean is just begging me for a swim." First things first, however; gather food, build a shelter. Kate performed the task in record speed. "The guys at the Academy would smack themselves with jealousy," she thought.

The lush inland forest was inviting but Kate knew she had plenty of time for exploration. She went back to the beach and stripped. "Maybe I'm being foolish," she thought. The survey reports were preliminary; no in-depth exploration but great potential for surprise. The clear sky, the placid water, and the warm weather, however, dulled her sense of safety. "This place is harmless," she thought. Kate did some stretching exercises before she swam, admiring her body as she went.

Kate wasn't drop dead gorgeous. She was pretty; five foot six with a demure cuteness many found irresistible. Her athletically toned body had perfectly round B-cups. Her dark, brown hair was bobbed to neck length. She sported a snub nose and prominent cheeks and chin. Her bee stung lips and broad mouth (which always seemed curled in an "I know a secret" smile) enhanced her cute image. Her eyes were brown buttons, twinkling with mischief. People thought she looked like a doll. "Dolly" was her call sign in the Service. Kate's cuteness belied her intelligence and she used both to her advantage. At twenty-five she was already a lieutenant.

Kate dove into the water and swam for an hour. She explored the beach to dry off before taking a short nap. As she stretched on the warm sand Kate thought, "This feels more like a vacation than a crisis. No wonder the resort Corporations are looking at this place. I almost hope nobody rescues me." She let the surf, the sand, and the soft breeze lull her to sleep.

******

Znxxx was a Keeper of Numbers, Third Segment, Agricultural Hive. He bumbled across the sand clicking his mandibles in exasperation. The First Keeper wanted an accurate count of Red Flower pollen for the annual inventory. Znxxx spent the last seven cycles in an exhaustive rush of counts and recounts. Just before he departed to present his report, his lifemate gave a him a clutch of eggs and said, "I want these eggs fertilized, pronto."

"But I have to give my report to the First Keeper," he complained.

"I don't care," she fumed. "Put them in your birthing pouch and take them with you. When you come back, I want to see larvae mister." Znxxx sighed and swallowed the eggs into his birthing pouch. "Nag, nag, nag," he thought.

The weight of the eggs slowed him down so he decided to take a short cut across The Sand by the Big Water. "I swear, I should have been born into the Digger caste. Diggers don't have to deal with this dung; and the Warriors, humph! The Warriors don't procreate at all. I feel like one of the Drones. I swear, my next lifecycle . . . hello. What's this?"

There was something lying on the sand. Znxxx's carapace clicked as he shuffled his segments and moved closer to investigate. "Great Moons, it's one of them!" It was a Big Hairless Fuzzie. At least that's what the Great Hive called them. They looked like the Little Fuzzies that inhabited their planet but with considerably less hair.

The Hive Collective weren't spacefarers but they knew of the other sentients. The Hive's relations with the Civilized Species were generally good. These creatures were new to the scene, however. They came to the planet from time to time with their strange instruments. Hive policy was to keep a watchful distance and put the Warhive on ready status; no sense in starting an unnecessary fracas.

Znxxx noted the crashed vehicle nearby; obviously this creature was stranded. It seemed to have discarded its coverings for some reason. It looked asleep. Znxxx was a Scholar as well as a Numbers Keeper. The Scholar in him could not pass up an opportunity to study Xeno anatomy.

Znxxx opened his mouth and dripped a little narcovenom on the creature's skin. The venom was easily absorbed into the creature's bloodstream. The Xeno would remain docile while Znxxx examined its body (or so Znxxx hoped, "It worked on the Fuzzies."). There were two flesh mounds on the creature's upper torso, a small dimple in its midsection, and a small patch of fur in the area between its thighs. The patch had the same color as the more abundant fur on its head. The flesh mounds had nubs on their tips.

The Xeno seemed to represent its species well enough. Earlier observations had noted other creatures with fur and an extra appendage between their legs. The Scholars suggested those creatures were most likely male. They shared similar characteristics to the male "Fuzzies". The creature was missing that appendage, "So this creature is likely a female." Znxxx was mildly excited as this was the first female to be observed. "This would rate a presentation before the Scholar Collective," he thought.

Among the fur patch, Znxxx noted a small slit; pinkish in color and slightly moist. "It doesn't look like a wound. Is it an entrance of some sort?" he asked. Znxxx spread the creature's legs for a closer examination. He found a smaller hole beneath the slit. "Intriguing," he thought. "If this creature is similar to the Fuzzies then one hole must be for reproduction, the other for waste evacuation; perhaps I should probe with my ovipositor. I shall try the larger hole first."

He crawled up the creature's body until his lower torso and ovipositor were positioned between her legs. The creature felt very soft and warm, particularly around her mounds. A light layer of moisture beaded on her skin. The differences between their bodies made it difficult for Znxxx to maintain his position. His legs were in constant movement as he fought to keep from slipping. The Xeno stirred; it made a strange sound, a slight hitching of the breath, and its mouth seemed to curl in a grimace.

Znxxx's soft underbelly rubbed against the creature's skin. The movement caused the Xeno to gasp awake. When it saw Znxxx, the creature's eyes widened in shock. Znxxx was tempted to apologize but his actions were for science; besides, it was improbable the creature understood his language.

The Xeno opened her mouth, presumably to scream, but the narcovenom's effects blunted the shriek to a soft "Gaah!!" Her hands moved across Znxxx's body in a feeble attempt to push him away. Znxxx wasn't worried; the venom's effects would last for several hours. He expected to be finished by then.

Znxxx inserted his probe, eliciting a faint "gasp!" from the Xeno. The creature's interior was warm and surprisingly moist. As his ovipositor wound through the creature's tunnel, his sensitive nerves detected a nub near the entrance. Znxxx ran his probe over the nub. Three things happened: the Xeno exhaled another "gasp!", the nub swelled, and the tunnel flooded with moisture. "Interesting," he thought, "Rubbing this nub makes her wet." He stimulated the nub as an experiment to see how much moisture would result. The creature made sounds like the steam geysers at Hot Mud Lake. The sounds increased in frequency with each stimulative rub. Suddenly the creature began to convulse. Her tunnel spurted more fluid onto Znxxx's probe and underbelly. Znxxx experienced a brief panic. "My goodness, I hope I haven't killed her," he thought, worried at the loss of a valuable scientific specimen.

The Xeno's convulsions made it difficult for Znxxx to maintain his hold on her torso. His legs struggled for purchase on her increasingly sweat-slick skin. It was especially difficult around the Xeno's mounds. The mounds' nubs seemed engorged for some reason. "Hmmm, stimulating the mounds has a similar effect," Znxxx thought. The creature's lower torso rubbed and ground against Znxxx's sensitive underbelly. The fur patch actually tickled. "These movements must be strictly involuntary," Znxxx thought. "Unless my narcovenom isn't as effective as I hoped."

When the convulsions subsided, the Xeno aspirated a steamy hiss. Znxxx resumed his probe, thrusting his ovipositor deeper into the creature. Each time he thrust, the creature responded with a series of gasps and grunts. Her fingers clutched at the sand beneath them.

"Is it me or does it seem as if this creature is actually enjoying the probing?" asked Znxxx.

The Xeno was wet inside, making the probe easier. At the end of the tunnel the ovipositor found another entrance. Znxxx thrust further, evoking another "gasp!" and the probe entered a warm, wet pelvic space. He poked around, probing the walls, noting their elasticity. The Xeno's response was a new round of convulsions. Her belly moved in and out in increasing ripples. Her mounds heaved with each "gasp!". The creature wore that strange grimace on her face. Znxxx wondered if the Xeno was in pain.

The constant movement combined with her slick skin to make it near impossible for Znxxx to maintain his position. "Ah well. I've probed this area enough. The space in the pelvic area is considerable by our standards. I shall make a note for the Scholars. Now to probe the anal area."

Znxxx decided the best way to conduct the probe was to flip the creature over. It was surprisingly easy given his proportional insect strength. The anal probe was not as rewarding as the pelvic. The initial insertion was difficult due to an unexpected clenching of the anal muscles. Once the muscles relaxed, Znxxx found the walls to be less moist than the pelvic area. The passage was tight and not as elastic. On the other hand, it was easier to maintain his position because of the relative flatness of the creature's back. The Xeno's reaction to the anal probe was somewhat peculiar.

The creature made faint "mews" and grunts as her hands grasped and flailed weakly at the sands. The grimace on her face became even more pronounced. She occasionally bit and licked her lower lip. Strangely, instead of attempting to crawl away (a faint possibility even with the narcovenom) she drew up her legs and arched her body. Her anal muscles relaxed and she raised her posterior allowing Znxxx to thrust deeper. It seemed as if she were trying to conform to the contours of Znxxx's underbelly.

"Great Moons!" Znxxx exclaimed. "This creature cannot possibly be enjoying this! It's a scientific examination for Hive's sake."

The Xeno writhed and slid over the sands. She arched and ground her back and posterior into Znxxx's underside. Sweat and sand covered her body. "I really must see the Healer about my narcovenom," Znxxx thought as he thrust in and out of her tight passage. "There really shouldn't be this much activity from her." Znxxx eventually finished his probe and withdrew his ovipositor. He could swear he heard a frustrated sigh as he withdrew. He trundled to the ocean to clean the ovipositor of body fluids, leaving the creature to rest on her side.

Znxxx noted the position of the First Sun after he finished. "Great Heavens! I'm going to be late. The probing took longer than I thought." The First Keeper hated tardiness. "There's no help for it. I won't arrive in time, not with the eggs slowing me down. I wish there was something I could d . . . hey wait a minute."

Znxxx looked at the creature. The moisture on her skin gleamed in the sunlight. Her pelvic opening was exposed, pink, and dripping with moisture. It reminded him of the Pink Nectar Flowers in the Hive gardens. The idea was so audacious as to stagger the imagination. "Unprecedented," he thought. "Unimaginable." But there were no rules against it. The Hive Code of Proper Behavior, Reproductive Segment, didn't even begin to cover what he was about to try. The creature had ample space in her pelvic region. It was elastic, warm, and moist; an ideal incubator. He could deposit and fertilize the eggs, carry on his business with the First Keeper, and collect the larvae on his way back. "A larger dose of narcovenom should keep her still while she incubates my eggs. Sheer genius," he thought.

Znxxx flipped the Xeno on her back. He dabbed a stronger dose of narcovenom on her skin. When he spread her legs and started his thrusts, the grunts and gasps began anew. She was wetter than before so his ovipositor slid into her womb with greater ease. He squirted some precum into the womb to make it more elastic. It was standard mating practice when females carried the eggs instead of males. "It might work or not. She is a different alien species after all. Best to be safe for both our sakes." He ignored the possibility of other effects on her alien physiology.

Next he flooded her womb with sperm. Znxxx couldn't see the creature's lower torso from his position but he felt her belly swell with his seed. His species didn't orgasm in the human sense. Egg implantation was a perfunctory function, done without passion. Znxxx was intrigued by the Xeno's reaction. She gasped heatedly as her womb flooded; her tongue slid through her parted mouth and licked her lips. Her eyes rolled ecstatically in their sockets. Znxxx found her activity extremely curious: "I must definitely have a conversation with the Scholars after the meeting," he thought, preparing to deposit his eggs.

There were twelve in all, "Not a great clutch but lifemate has been ill recently." Each egg traveled in bulges through the ovipositor into the creature's womb. Each implantation was answered with a corresponding grunt from the creature. The Xeno spasmed occasionally in some form of reaction. Her belly swelled into a ripe, round ball; Znxxx's body curved over it in accommodation.

The last egg was planted near the cervix to block the fluid from escaping. Znxxx withdrew his ovipositor; the pelvic entrance gleamed pink and wet. The creature's mounds heaved and fell with her gasps. Her round belly wobbled slightly. Znxxx noted with interest the tiny knob that popped out of the dimple in her torso. "I wish I had time to examine the effects of the implantation," he thought. The First Keeper had priority. Already Znxxx felt lighter, "I can make good speed." He left the creature lying on her back and sped to the meeting.

The First Keeper clicked in disapproval when Znxxx arrived at the Agricultural Hive. "You are 0.258 seconds late, 3rd Segment."

"Sorry sir," Znxxx replied. "Family issues at home and an intriguing scientific discovery delayed my arrival."

"I see. It must have been very interesting to result in such tardiness."

"It was sir," answered Znxxx. "I can discuss it later if you like."

"No, no, no. Just present your counts. You can talk to the Scholars."

"Yes sir. Now the Red Flower pollen has . . ."

****

Kate lay on her back, panting and heaving from post-coital exhaustion. She was covered in sweat and sand, a stunned look on her face. The last several hours were an orgasmic event beyond any she'd ever experienced. "Wow!" she thought. "That was . . . that was . . . just amazing! What in the hell was that?!"

First Contact was always a possibility in the Service. Kate went to the classes at the Academy. Typically they involved endless lectures on diplomatic and cultural protocols. "No lecture covered being fucked by giant insects," Kate thought.

She looked at her round, swollen belly, gleaming with sweat. She couldn't resist running her hands over its curve. She felt dreamy and detached. "That Bug did something to me," she thought, remembering the strange saliva on her skin. "My belly is full of eggs. Larvae could hatch at any moment, eat their way through my body, and I'm not scared?" The prospect of a gruesome death made her more curious than frightened. "Have I finally tipped over?" she asked. The last several hours replayed through her brain.

At first there was terror. She was in a light doze, dreaming of her dog, Tad. He'd knocked her to the sand, slobbering her with his tongue. Kate giggled awake, "Tad stop, that tickles." Her eyes adjusted to the sun, blinking in a brief moment's confusion. It was not her dog.

Kate had woken from naps before to find bugs crawling on her skin. This bug was easily the size of a man. Kate's reaction equally shocked her common sense. In this situation, a loud shriek was the proper response; instead, Kate only managed a faint gasp. Another response, frantic attempts to escape, was thwarted by weakness and lethargy. "What's wrong with me? What's happening? I can barely move!"

Kate's hands brushed the creature's surprisingly soft underbelly before falling uselessly to the warm sand. She tried to move her legs but only succeeded in slightly raising them. The creature sat between her thighs, rubbing against her bush and pussy. Its legs were in constant movement across her body; ticklish Kate could not resist a brief giggle. The bug's twig-like legs moved over her small, round breasts; Kate felt her nipples grow hard. In fact, in spite of her terror, Kate became aroused by the constant rubbing. "I can't believe this! There's a giant alien millipede on top of me, getting ready to eat me or something, and I'm getting wet?!"

Kate couldn't know dinner was the last thing on the creature's mind (besides, Znxxx's species were vegetarians). The creature's body shape made it impossible for Kate to view her crotch but she felt something prod her pussy's outer edges. "Uh oh!" she thought. The mysterious prod began to slide into her cunt. "Oh no! This thing is entering me! Omigod! I'm about to be penetrated by a giant bug!"

Kate gasped when the prod slipped past her pussy lips. She gasped louder when it found her clit. It lingered over her bud for a moment, then began to run back and forth. Kate's cunt exploded in pleasure. Her clit swelled, her cunt flooded with moisture. "Oh God! What is this thing doing?!" she gasped. She fought a losing battle against the ecstatic wave overtaking her body. "I'm going to cum! A fucking bug is giving me an orgasm!"

Kate and sex were not strangers. She had past partners who gave good fucks. Still, the explosive climax rampaging through her body was unpredicted. Kate was finally able to scream but from pleasure rather than terror. Her body moved; but even then it was out of her control, bucking wildly as the orgasm wracked its length.

The creature seemed to panic. Its legs moved in a frenzied massage across Kate's breasts. Her tits became hardened spears. Kate's body ground against the creature's underbelly; her cum-drenched muff slithered across its torso. Once the pleasure wave ebbed, Kate felt a mixture of shock, horror, and wonder. "I've never . . . Wow . . .! I'm . . ." She'd never cum with such intensity, "Is this what it's like with these things?!" The creature plunged deeper, and Kate realized her ordeal had just begun.

The probe plunged further inside her depths. Kate had no other response than a faint gasp or grunt. It seemed the only time Kate made any significant movement was right before or at the moment of climax. Each thrust from the creature brought forth an orgasmic grunt. She came with regular, convulsive movements. The prod breached the gateway of her cervix and plunged into her womb. She felt it touch her walls, sending her lower torso into spasms. Kate felt her lips curl. "I'm smiling?! I'm enjoying this?! I can't be! It's a bug for Chrissakes!"
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.
This time, there were no surprises. Kate even spread her legs for easy access. The two bugs crawled on top her supine body. Their ticklish legs and soft underbellies caused a spasm of giggles.

The long one crawled between her thighs and found purchase. Its equally long schlong slid inside her wet pussy.

"Dude," said Znong. "You got the best spot! No fair!"

"First come, first served, bug," replied Znggg. "Try the other hole."

The short one crawled onto her chest. Its legs played around her boobs. "A-ten-hut!" her tits said. "Oh God! I love second conta . . . mmmf!" Kate gasped before the short one's cock rammed itself into her mouth.

The Collegium watched the two young millipedes thrust back and forth into each end of the Xeno. The Xeno's hands clutched the sand. Her belly bounced and rolled with each thrust. Her head tilted back, throat rolling as she gulped down Znong's long cock.

"The Xeno seems to be immensely enjoying the implantation," observed the First Scholar.

"The two students seem to be enjoying themselves as well," added the Second.

"Great Moons! We've chosen deviants!" exclaimed the Third.

"Oh damn!" envied the Fourth.

Znxxx shared the Fourth's envy. His regret was somewhat more professional. "I wish I'd thought of that," he muttered as Znong's schlong slid in and out of the Xeno's mouth.

Kate's surprise at the impromptu blowjob was followed by a worried thought, "Oh no! I'm going to choke!" Kate's mouth was no stranger to cock but generally she had some preparation prior to doing the deed. Kate had to quickly relax her throat muscles and widen her mouth to accept the millipedal member.

As Kate worked the short one's shaft, the long one penetrated her pussy with piston-like drills; bug and Kate's cum began to coat the insides of her thighs. The two bugs dribbled narcovenom onto her skin, sending Kate into an orgasmic trance. When the short one came, her mouth filled with a honey-sweet liquid that tingled like peppermint. "This is bug spunk?" she queried and gulped the syrupy fluid into her stomach. "Mmmm!"

The bug juice reacted with the narcovenom to send Kate's body chemistry into overdrive. Simultaneously, she experienced a powerful convulsive orgasm that bent her body into gymnastic contortions.

"Hey Dude! She's warping!" cried Znong.

The Xeno's body bent upwards in a strange near U-shape. It arched and bounced up and down in convulsive gallops. Kate was barely aware of her actions; the intense orgasm blasted all thought from her brain.

"I say! The Xeno's body is extremely flexible," noted the First Scholar.

"When will this reaction that you mentioned, occur Znxxx?" asked the Second.

"It should happen in a few moments, sir," replied Znxxx. "It took a few moments for . . . uh sir? The crowd seems restless."

Hitherto unnoticed by the Scholars, a buzz had arisen among the Collegium. Znxxx managed to discern a few voices among the mutterings. "Uh oh!" he thought.

"Why should those two clowns get all the fun?" one voice shouted.

"Yeah, look at 'em! You call that a science experiment?!" cried another.

"It's a Xeno Fuzzie! It's perversion!" countered another.

"Bestiality!" agreed a collegiate.

"Fucking awesome dude!" countered his opposite.

The buzz grew to a roar as arguments were thrown back and forth. A massive appendage conflict loomed unless the Scholars could restore calm.

"Uh sir?" Znxxx remarked nervously. "I think you should speak to the Collegium. The experiment seems to have caused . . . um . . . agitation."

"You seem to be correct, Znxxx," agreed a nervous First Scholar. He crawled to a tall rock and cleared his throat. "Ahem! If I may remind the Collegium, this is a scientific experiment and . . . wait! You there! Come back this instant!"

A student had detached from the crowd and was scuttling towards the "experimenters". "Science my ass! I'm getting me some Xeno poomtang!"

Another followed, "I'm going to have me some!"

"Hey! Hey! Stop that! It's against the law! And it's sinful!" cried the Third Scholar.

"What law?! And where is it in the Code?!" shouted a voice from the crowd. A chorus of agreements erupted and the Collegium surged forward.

The historical records concerning the incident referred to as "The Great Xeno-Fuzzie Orgy on The Sand by The Big Water During The Year of The Drunken Millipede", are contradictory as to its ultimate cause: instigation by sexual deviants, an act of rebellion by the Collegium, a riot; the Scholars continue to dispute the matter. The consensus, however, is some sort of mass hysteria occurred on that day.

A scuttling stampede of collegiates, jostling and fighting, some to "experiment", others to save fellow classmates from perversity, still others simply caught in the rush, scrambled toward the writhing bodies, ignoring the entreaties of the First Scholar. Kate, Znggg, and Znong were too engrossed to take notice of the wave of multilegged fratbugs bearing down upon them.

To Be Continued.