Alien Minds 2: Spawning

Troy spend the next day or two slowly getting used to his body. He checked in on his body just to be sure that they were taking good care of his human form. The human Troy had a number of hi-tech devices floating around him and showing all things in the positive, if some strange brain activity. “She’s probably dreaming about ya,” Vank Teslo told him. “Taking her time floating in your memories and stuff. Queens get romantic with that cheesy crap sometimes.”

Troy gave Vank an annoyed look. It was weird to do, since that involved tensing his antennae and that made the colors shift a bit more vividly when he did. "Hey, she was sweet!" he defended.

"Hey, don't look at me," Vank said with a shrug. "Hujaws are asexual. It's all business with us." He had been patiently but curtly training Troy over the last couple days, but he had taken most of that time to cover basic duties and bodily functions. On the plus side the Ruex didn't create any waste products, but that was doing all kinds of psychological things to Troy's brain whenever he ate a meal.

"What's with that anyway?" Troy managed to get back to his feet pretty quickly this time as the numerous joints of blue caught him like some elaborate tent poles. "You're the royal egg keeper and I've only seen hujaws around with the ruex. Are you guys all on hire or something?"

"Somethin' like that," the squat muscle alien shrugged. "Somewhere back around my great great great grandbirther, the ruex had conquered our planet and turned us into a slave race. This was all before intergalactic politics really kicked in, but by the time they caught up to them our races were basically symbiotic." They had started walking back to the queen's chambers, and Vank firmly bumped a loitering male out of the way when he started gawking at Troy. "We'd negotiated a good life for us by then, seein' as each queen lasts a lot longer with us around. You don't exactly see me tripping over myself from those pheromones and that bloated thorax, after all."

"It's not bloated," Troy insisted, even if it felt like a very short tail. Not a familiar sensation from a guy who had almost zero ass a week ago.

"Don't worry. That'll kick in soon enough. Probably best I fill you in on that too." When Vank reached the bedchambers, he tapped on his holopad and sent a floating image of a book over to Troy. It had a cartoon of a big ruex with a crown and pretty eyelashes on the cover, with a script that auto-translated to "Where The Little Ruex Come From."

"Seriously? I get the baby book?" Troy asked as he took it and attached it to his own device at the table.

"Ruex aren't big on sharing their breeding secrets with the outsiders, so all we've got is the one we give the new-clutchers. And don't just a book by its cover... the pictures get pretty raunchy."

Vank was right, but not in the way Troy might have hoped. The short of it was this; every few months the queen chooses at least one mate. During that time of courtship, she eats lots of royal jelly. It makes her thorax grows thicker, she grows a few more barbs and hooks, and an egg sac develop on her stomach. She has to be bred frequently to keep the eggs fertilized, and so it wasn’t uncommon for her to be mated with in public like the halls or the dining area as her mate[s] so choose. She finally becomes very protective and bloated, driving away all males whatsoever (cue the hujaws again) and she’ll lay up to a hundred healthy eggs.

Not the most promising future. Troy hoped the queen would come back before he started going into some sort of insect heat, but they didn’t show much for signs of a quick recovery. They kept bringing him a big lump of royal jelly with all his meals and always left it handy as a snack, but he wasn’t so sternly objected to the idea to turn it away. After all, the queen was the fertile female. He didn’t want to think about what happened if he stopped being able to breed. Besides, the jelly didn’t really taste bad. It didn’t taste like much of anything. It was like eating some especially plain jello, or even his own spit. It tasted natural.

Another week went by. There was barely any progress with the queen in Troy’s body, but they were reporting some “flickers.” She was moving out, but not quickly. Vank stayed with Troy almost around the clock to keep the courting males away, but he wasn’t entirely cockblocking (or whatever they had).

“Did you see that guy? He do anything for ya?” Vank asked as he thumbed back at the tall and polite insectoid that had performed an elaborate bow and brief wobbling dance as he passed by.

“What? No!” Troy insisted quietly.

“Why not? He’s better’n the ones that groped and rubbed on you, right? Unless you were into that...”

“I’m not into him because I’m a human and a guy,” Troy explained more firmly. “I don’t know how you expect me to pick one.”

“Or more. More is better. Means a wider sample of genetic material and more beneficial mutations to the species.” The hujaw talked about the whole royal courting thing as if he were a dog breeder instead of a royal advisor.

“I still don’t want bugs rubbing their junk on me.”

“In you.”

“Not helping.”

“Y’know what? C’mere kid. I got somethin’ to show ya that’ll help.” Vank stopped and opened up a seemingly random doorway, waving him inside. It was a relatively narrow room (ruex left more room for their big weird knees), dimly lit until they entered and found a number of complex carvings inside. They reminded Troy a bit of hieroglyphics.

“I think it’s time you learned some history real quick here.” Vank slapped a hand on a spot on the wall, making the carved lines in the strange stone glow blue. “Can you read that?”

“Ungulel the Ruined… Queen 4V-LKT. So this is just their old queen?” Troy asked.

“It’s this hive’s second to last queen. Whatever got into Yunmeshka… and that means you, in this case. I think that came from her. She had a bit more independence than the rest. Wanted her own life. Led the hive good, treated them nice, negotiated with enemies to save lives rather than fight. But she didn’t choose a mate. THAT was a mistake.” Vank ran his finger along the carvings. It had some brief summarizing statements in their runic script, but he reached another image in the shape of a flailing female. At least a dozen ruex were piling onto her, and the blue glow pulsed red when Vank’s finger rested on it.

“Ruex are bright and nice enough when you get to know em, but they got instincts. Reaaaal strong instincts. Ungulel waited so long that their little bug dicks couldn’t take it. After two decades of loyal service, they raped her to death in the halls without so much as a word.” Troy hesitated, but Vank snapped him out of it by grabbing and pulling down on his antennae.

“This is my business, kid. And it’s yours too, like it or not.” The hujaw was speaking in low, sharp tones now. “And I do not need the stress of breeding up another queen just cuz you’ve got some hangups. And you… YOU do not need to be found dead on the ground with five new holes fucked into your skull. I’ll do what I can to help you, chump, but I will NOT stop them if it comes to that. You get me?”

Spots seemed to be flashing in front of Troy's eyes as the squat alien squeezed his antennae firmly, screwing up his senses. Troy's ears started to ring, never feeling any actual pain but he was getting nauseous and dizzy.

"You get me, your highness?" he demanded curtly, as if he were the one in control around here. To his credit, with a handful of his antennae, Troy quickly nodded in compliance. Everything flashed white for a second when Vank let go, finally letting his senses catch up him. "Good. Then I'd get to pickin' your loverboy. You're gettin' about ready to start blooming."

Vank certainly knew his stuff. The next morning, Troy woke up with the chitinous pod at the back of his body had swelled up. Thick, grey-blue flesh had pushed it out and made it look more like he was wearing some skimpy armor than just being his plated skin. It jiggled easily, which was an entirely new experience for Troy. It wasn't even because he was skinny so much as no part of the human body stuck out that far behind them. It was one more thing to watch out for; not because it was especially tender, but just to keep from knocking things over. While it wasn't sore or painfully swollen, it did feel good to let it rest. Leaning on a wall or sitting down with space for it to rest always felt like this great relief. He started spending more and more time lounging on his big cushy chairs. He found a thick, pink ooze left in his favorite seat when he got up after a few hours of relaxing, but Vank assured him it was nothing.

"That's going to happen. When you let it relax, it's going to let out those pheromones. That'll put any ruex in the mood and get them plenty fertile for ya."

Troy cringed but extended his antennae towards it, seeing the shades change as the delicate feelers picked up on the subtle smells. His human senses probably couldn't even detect it, but it was there. Faint chemicals that would boost fertility and libido, and a small level of control to it.

"You want us to lug you around in a motor bed. You could relax and get your love stink all around for the boys to come a'callin'," Vank offered hopefully.

"Still no, Vank!"

Things weren't getting any easier. The rest of the mutations that the children's book warned him about came in over the next few days. Some new short barbs and hooks grew off of his head and arms, as well as some dull curved horns resting on his shoulders and curving forward. What he hoped might look intimidating only had the courters become more numerous and frequent. Vank was becoming slower to react, letting the passerby get their hands on him longer before shooing them away.

At last, he had his egg sac. It was just what he'd seen in every monster movie and gross Biology class. Overnight his belly had expanded, the translucent blob of royal jelly protruding about six inches out from his rather slim frame. His movement became impractical to the point where he started moving on all fours and just using his top set of hands. He had only just gotten used to controlling the second pair, so now it felt like a waste. It all felt... not revolting. It should have felt disgusting to him, but it was as if he had no gag reflex. He realized it was strange and gross but it never quite reached his brain or senses that it should be. It was just too natural to the queen's body.

It still make for a strange day as Troy crawled around his room, seeing a few messengers to deliver his orders. Every so often his insides shifted and something wet slid out of his stomach. Something that resembled a tadpole egg would pop out each time, but they were the size of his hand and stayed stuck in his newest mushy growth. He knew there was no more hiding from this. Vank was crude, but right. If he didn't take a mate, they'd just decide for him and destroy his new body.

"I've decided," he announced to them the next afternoon. He'd planned on breakfast but let himself put it off until then. "That my mate shall be Korien Lenk of the craftsmen. May he bring life and strength to the hive." There was a few seconds of the audience knocking their knuckles together in approval and the way they looked at their queen changed almost instantly. He was taken and no longer a prospective mate, and they didn't have to worry about the future of the hive anymore.

Korien Lenk was a fairly standard-looking ruex. He had the long legs, the androgynous robe, and a shade of young blueberries that were still a little too dark to eat. Troy had worked with Vank to figure out which was the one that had done the long bow and little dance for him and track him down. The alien was delighted to be chosen and reported to the queen's chambers before Troy was even back himself. He had figured that if he had to pick someone, go for the delicate romantic guy. It was better than the ones that had basically tried to dry hump him.

"Queen Troy, I thank you again for this opportunity." His speech was clear and elegant. It had some slight accent to it that he couldn't really define, but he kept thinking it had hints of Martian and Chinese. He decided not to tell the lucky guy that it was just to avoid being gangbanged to death.

"You're welcome. You have always been loyal to the hive, and you were the most appealing among my people... and fertile." Korien straightened up with pride. Of course he was loyal. The ruex were fanatical about their queen, and Vank explained that the rare few that weren't got found out early and were quickly turned into the food supply.

"Then I hope you are pleased by my performance. Whenever you are done with your royal duties, I stand ready." Troy sighed and went to his bed that could have housed an elephant. He couldn't tell if it was oversized because of his royal status or because of the ruex's giant legs. He still woke up with his limbs tangled in the sheets when his lower arms and legs just kept twitching in his sleep. They were like reverse phantom limbs and his brain kept trying to figure them out.

"I think," Troy said while he was still brave enough to make the announcement. "That we should get it done as soon as possible."

"I respect that, my wonderful queen Troy," Korien replied. Vank was still in the room, but he was just periodically glancing up from a movie on his holopad. He was there if something went horribly wrong, but anything else was fair game. Troy sat with his legs open as Korien climbed into bed with him. Lenk stroked his queen's face, and Troy felt his antennae curl up and a sense of warmth run through him. One more egg slopped out into his gut, as his gentle touch and slowly undressing form felt strangely welcome. "I shall make you proud."

There was actually very little for foreplay, but it was an active task. Korien used a hand or two to undress himself while the other hands kept stroking and rubbing over Troy's skin. Troy had been too busy learning his body and duties to really abuse his power (apart from the time he demanded a human cheeseburger, but his taste buds didn't enjoy it as much as he'd hoped). The caressing felt wonderful and relaxing, and while his lips parted the male ruex never made any move to kiss him. He thought that was a bit strange at first, but that took a backseat as far as strange when Korien was finally nude.

Troy had never thought to look into male ruex anatomy because Queen Yunmeshka had more or less the same bits that humans did. In between Korien's legs was some kind of drill; a spiraling and very stiff device that looked to be made of bone or chitin rather than flesh. There was a broad, dull hook above it like protective half of a crab claw. Troy's eyes widened, but he didn't have time to ask questions when Korien rammed his industrial dick inside his belly.

Troy screamed. He had been expecting learning how sex felt on the female side, but Korien had simply stabbed him in the egg sack with his sharp genitalia. The claw-like appendage hooked inside him to stay lodged inside and Korien started to thrust so that his gelatinous belly jiggled around. Troy felt that same level of near-nausea from when he started laying eggs, starting to gag at the bizarre sensation. Korien looked down at his egg sac with a rather blank expression, clearly very focused on the task at hand. His humping made the egg sac jiggle around and the eggs themselves slosh inside and float closer to his alien cock.

"Stop! Stop, stop! What are you doing?!" Troy demanded in his panic. Whatever the ruex instincts were, he had an incredibly negative response to being stabbed by anything. Seeing it wiggling around inside him just made it worse. There was a sense of heat inside Troy's guts as the drill's layering opened and several tendrils slid out of the head of Korien's shaft. It looked more like a sea anemone as its strands reached out and started dipping inside of the eggs. They stayed within them for a few seconds until the eggs turned a reddish pink, just to pull out and go feeling around for another.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Troy asked in horror as the first eggs started to change. "Vank!"

"Just let it happen, kid," Vank sighed. Troy tried to squirm on the bed, hoping that would stop or snap Korien out of it. He was too far gone, and his four hands lashed out without him even looking at where they were going. Troy was stuck in his tracks as he learned what all those hooks on his body were for. They were handles for when the queen got rowdy, acting as perfect grips on his center of balance. Troy could kick with his awkward legs but he was stuck perfectly in place, forced to let Korien have his way with his stomach's gelatinous mess.

The weird thing was that it was starting to feel more even. The sac didn't have much for actual nerves, so the shock of the penetration had been the worst of it. When he stopped squirming, the horrible treatment didn't hurt at all so much as it was degrading and violating. Still... however it was, the red eggs were definitely doing something. They weren't hatching, but they were definitely getting warm. They felt like something that was full of raw, potential life was. They were getting fertilized and growing inside of him. It might have been an instinctive reaction to promote breeding, but the sense of heat and relieved pressure was... good. The egg sac was starting to tighten up as Korien fertilized more and more of it, jiggling his gut around with a jerk of the hooks whenever he needed to reach another one like some kind of erotic crane machine.

Troy heard himself moan before he realized it had come from him. There was definitely something appealing to this. The more eggs there were, the less bloated his belly was. Troy's body accepted Korien's sperm (or whatever that was) and was tightening to contain whatever eggs it had rather than making room for more. The sloshing was less intense and there was this strange combination of tightness and warmth against his insides. It was pleasant at first, and as the big warm eggs were held against his stomach it felt euphoric. Like an orgasm that didn't go away, or a hot water bottle in just the right place after an exhausting run.

"My thanks, Queen Troy." With that, Korien simply pulled back out of his sac. The warmth remained and his egg sac leaked some fluid briefly before it seemed to seal itself up with more jelly. The sheets were soaked in the bluish goop that had leaked out in the process, but it was hard to be worried about that right now. He was so warm... so good... so full of life.

Korien climbed back off of the bed, picked up his robe, and stood calmly by the bed as he started to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" Troy asked, still in a bit of a daze at all these new sensations. Going from horrified to numb to pleasantly warm still had him reeling like some wonderful drug.

"My work is done. I shall await for your next clutch of eggs, if you will still have me," he said simply.

"No." Troy shook his head and held out all four arms. "Return to me, mate. Hold me like a humanspawn would with theirs." That sense of tight warmth had his head spinning, but as queen he didn't want to be a one-night stand. Korien didn't look unhappy with it, but confused as he climbed back into bed. Troy cuddled up against him and leaned his forehead against Korien's. There was this sensation as their antennae rubbed together... lke music but for his other senses all at once. Music with color and a smell like roses. He shuddered and shut his eyes, letting all these wonderful sensations just bury him in pleasure. Maybe this little body vacation wouldn't be so bad...