Alien Minds Part 3: Alien Memories

I just want to say that Bubba's Bounty Huntin' Bonanza may be my favorite thing to come out of this storyline.

 

Korien proved to be an excellent mate for Troy. He was attentive and stayed nearby like his faithful harem ruex, always ready to tend to the queen's needs. There must have been something with the queen's hormones because Troy found himself loving this lifestyle. That sense of tight, faintly squirming life inside his translucent guts had his senses pleasantly dulled, some combination of a painkillers and sedatives as best he could tell. He felt happier than he'd been since he made the change, and whether it was his smile or the fact that he was loaded with eggs, his people seemed more pleased to see him lately. They were usually dutiful and bowing when he went past, but they were beaming and talking about how beautiful he looked in this state.

The sense had started to fade after a couple days, but he knew how to fix that. Korien, like all the ruex, had no real notion of sex for pleasure, so that meant making more eggs. Troy ate plenty of his royal jelly to leave himself bloating and popping out a few more of the orbs, mixing in with their multicolored kin. Korien would then pierce his way back into Troy's egg sac, giving him that strange sensation of pressure before the numbness kicked in and he felt Korien's genitals worm its appendages inside him. He would still seize Troy by the horns even after he had stopped resisting. Troy wondered if it took a lot of leverage or if it was simply some barbaric instinct of theirs, but he was starting to enjoy the grip on his thin but solid spikes like he was some kind of living, fertile bicycle.

Time got a little hazy for Troy in his hormonally high state. He was too busy enjoying his life when Vank came in a couple weeks later, pushing along a shallow, empty pool some ten feet wide. "What's that for?" Troy asked, lounging in his giant bed with several servants grooming his antennae and leg joints for him.

"You're gonna want this when you start leaking," Vank said as he started removing the hover pods and started fastening it to the floor. "Clean dry surface. Easiest to stick something on to."

Troy's antennae raised and it looked like the room lit up a bit. "You think I'll finally start laying them?" he asked dreamily, rubbing a lower arm along his tightly packed stomach with the gently wiggling orbs inside.

"Pretty soon," Vank confirmed without slowing his work. "Your thorax is gonna leak like a rain cloud and you'll transfer the gooey little guys from that mess into another mess. They'll eat their way out and you'll be the one left feeding them 'til they can grow their own shells and hobble around for themselves."

"Why me? Don't I have servants for that?" Troy asked, even if he found himself looking forward to the idea. It must be so fulfilling to have his abundance of eggs form into more loving servants to his hive.

"Because ruex are cannibals by necessity, and nothing's quite as vulnerable or contributing less to the hive than a baby ruex. Their brains don't always put two and two together, but we had an incident about a hundred years ago with Queen Ombletch when one of her little ones scampered off. The sterile females will help do some basic grooming, but you're gonna be one hell of a mama bear for a while."

"It's worth it, then," Troy sighed, forcing himself onto his back. It took all four of his arms and one of his long legs to do it, but he loved how they sloshed around inside, the faintest of movements inside their bubbly shells.

Of course, Vank was right. Troy woke up one morning and scuttled over to the pool as if he were staggering out of bed for the bathroom. His arms and legs braced around it while a few waiting servants hurried over. It wasn't the best angle to see from, but he could feel their fingers pushing and rubbing at the fattened organ growing out of his hips. There was a thick purple oil that started building in the pool. After all those weeks of bloating, Troy was groaning with relief. It poured out of him like a freshly soaked dish towel.

While it wasn't an urge he'd thought of his entire time in this body, but it was such a glorious relief that his lower hand started masturbating. None of the servants said anything about it as they queen fingered herself until they had drained him empty. When they seemed done, Troy barely had the mind to try to keep his purple nesting slime pure and hobbled off of the pool to keep rubbing himself. It felt so right. His antennae curled up so that everything else faded, letting him focus on the feeling of pleasure and belonging as he fulfilled his role for his hive. Even something about Korien standing there watching patiently, unmoving until he would order him to, he felt so full. Sex for pleasure was overrated, he thought. This order, this purpose... that was the real pleasure.

Troy woke up screaming when the urge hit him. His thorax stayed deflated, back to the natural state as it was when he met Queen Yunmeshka (if slightly discolored from his excretions).There was a wet tearing sound as he stomped his awkward legs towards the pool, all four arms wrapping around his stomach. He could feel the fluids leaking through his fingers, but the eggs were large enough that he was able to keep them inside the thin line where his sac was split. The servants came and helped him hurry over to where the gel had started to thicken into one more questionable blob of jelly.

Troy felt himself black out for a moment, but he heard some wet tearing sound and felt his insides shifting. When he snapped back, he was being held up by the servants over the pool. They were working quickly and pushing the purple mush over the eggs where they'd landed in the mess. As soon as they saw Troy looking, they hurried to finish their work and scuttled back. His stomach was oddly light and he felt exhausted, but he counted twenty-three eggs that all looked full and healthy floating in the goop. That mix of pain and high and purpose filled him again, and he let himself collapse happy and exhausted by the pool containing his clutch of eggs.

There was this sort of tense pride that started to fill Troy over the next few days. He started taking his meals by the egg-laying pool (which he’d stopped caring about as little more than flavorful meat and jelly), just watching their vague jigglings. Vank said they weren’t really alive yet, but they moved like they were. Or they were trying to be. It was just plain fascinating. The next day, his handmaidens came by to apply some oils or the like to the eggs. Troy was surprised to find that he’d fallen asleep by the pool, and they wanted her permission to touch them. He thought it was weird, like nurses asking the doctor to confirm an injection. He let them do as they pleased, of course, since they seemed to know what they were doing more than he did. Even then, they were acting slow and careful. Vank’s book had told him that he’d be getting territorial about his nest, but he was feeling curious more than anything.

“What’s that do?” he asked as they reached into the goo to rub the oils over the eggs themselves.

“It’s a gene solvent,” one of the sterile ruex  explained. “It helps eliminate weaker traits and genetic illnesses like hive fever.”

“Kind of like a human booster shot,” Vank added.

“Oh. Good, then,” Troy said.

“It also controls the hormones in their hatchling state to minimize the number of females in the population,” the ruex aide continued.

“Except that part,” Vank corrected. They went on with these checkups over the days, always checking with his carefully before tending to each of the eggs. His diet was becoming consistently more flavorful now that he didn’t have to keep squeezing out eggs, but he found himself doing little besides watching the eggs and checking his old messenger account. The ruex (or more specifically, their hujaw underlings) were keeping his old bills paid up, even if he couldn’t really use his old insurance or anything. He mostly just kept up to let friends and family know he was fine… and that his eggs were coming along nicely.

He didn’t think it was out of the ordinary that he kept an eye on his eggs all day long. He was barely moving around, though apparently Ruex delivering their birth directly through the eggs meant they didn’t worry about putting on baby weight. They weren’t exactly active, so he could busy himself with other things like dispatching orders or browsing the cyberweb. He didn’t even need to do anything since the handmaidens knew how to handle the details. They were even able to handle the eggs without permission when they added more fluids.

Things didn’t get strange to him until it all suddenly snapped. He wasn't paying attention as he checked on some reports of the hive's harvest on nearby planets when some stranger laid her hands on her eggs. He'd later find out that it was a new handmaiden to replace the one who had an appointment today, but his mind didn't even consider that. The outrage was instant as the invading creature dared to intrude on his nest. The thieving, kiehkt, woosten whore from a rival hive was too weak to lay her own eggs and so was stealing his. Her hand had barely touched it when Troy threw himself at her, the angular legs of the ruex making his leap an especially powerful one. The unsuspecting handmaiden was slammed into the floor a good ten yards away with Troy on top of her, clinging with his lower limbs while his upper pair swung like slim hammers at her head and chest. Curses he had never used in his life rained down on her as she shrieked and shielded herself with all four of her limbs.

A few of the handmaidens made ginger attempts at restraining the furious Troy, but none wanted to risk hurting the queen. He heard shouting and pleading but the words didn't even reach through his outrage. Everything was almost painfully bright and clear to him as his antennae stood straight up like spikes on high alert. When her arms formed a capable wall to shield her body with, he grabbed her by the elbow and sank his teeth into the protecting limb. The aide screamed as he bit her arm clean off at the elbow in a short gush of purple blood.

"MAKE A HOLE, YA BIG BLUE IDIOTS!!" Vank shoved his way past the crowding but useless assistants, tapping frantically on a device until something finally reached Troy's mind as well as his ear slits.

“Lotta people ‘round here dunno what it’s like huntin’ bounties. But then again, them people ain’t Bubba. Me? I’m Bubba. This here’s Bubba’s Bounty Huntin’ Bonanza.”

Troy froze and let the bloody limb fall out of his mouth. Did the new season start? He hadn't heard the intro in so long... not since he finished the last box set. Bubba's was just the perfect mix of stupid, exciting, and charming a reality show needed about a redneck space trucker turned bounty hunter. It was his absolute favorite before...

Troy shook his head and clambered off the handmaiden. Things had gotten so bad, he had almost forgot there was a before. Before the egg sacs and those hormones that made him feel good and warm all the time. Before his mind became focused on a single purpose and felt full and content just from that.

"I found that in your user history before this whole alien brain shit happened," Vank explained. "Thought it might spark somethin'. It was that or a voice-comm from your mom, but..." He chortled. "That one looked funnier. How is that show anyway? I heard good things."

"Thanks... Vank." Troy got back to his feet unsteadily, with the handmaidens acting more concerned for his balance than they were for the female with the missing arm. "I kind of lost it."

"Told ya you'd go mama bear." The squat alien handed Troy's holopad back to him. "Ya alright?"

"I'm okay now." It was true. His head was clearer than it had been since the jump. Things dulled around him as his antennae relaxed and he walked over to his bed to sit down. The eggs would be fine. They had been the whole time, and they didn't need him stalking over them all the time. The nursemaids knew what they were doing more than him. It was why they explained everything they did because they fucking knew better than a crazy queen full of hormones. He felt awful.

"Is she going to be okay?" Troy asked as he looked at the wounded woman he'd attacked in his preggo berserker rage.

"Her? Oh yea," Vank said like he just remembered. "Ruex guts are weird like that. They're almost like... like your Earth Legos. The parts come off real easily because they have extras. She won't be on top of her game, but she'll get by."

Troy gulped. He knew what happened to ruex who didn't pull their weight. They ended up serving in the cafeteria, and not as a staff member. "Is there a way to fix her? Like, does it grow back?"

"Doesn't grow back. It'll seal off, but the only way to put one back on her is to find her a spare."

Troy tensed for a moment, but he'd done this to her in the first place. It was his responsibility. "She can have one of mine." There was an audible gasp from the servants, but Troy just raised his many arms. "I've got too many as it is. They keep getting in the way, and I'm not the one doing all the work around here. I'm sure the queen will understand."

The injured handmaiden broke into tears, throwing herself on the ground at Troy's feet. She started licking them with her raspy tongue and blubbering out praises and thanks. "Peace and glory to all your bloodline, Queen Troy! I am unworthy of your wisdom and grace, my beautiful queen! May you live a thousand lifetimes beloved and eternal in all your perfection!" Troy guessed this was a big deal, but Yunmeshka felt like the kind of sweetheart who would do this sort of thing. In a worst case, she came back to her body and ordered one off another servant. He just didn't want that on his conscience.

"Vank, can you schedule the surgery... or whatever? Also, can I get a burger tonight? No... make it a big bowl of chili from down at Hoffzek's. With the curly fries."

"You got it, kid."

Things changed for Troy as he started getting back to normal. The hormones weren't gone, but he was aware of them and he could keep them at bay. He'd wince a little when the servants went to work on the eggs, but he assured himself it was just natural paranoia. He relaxed and caught up on his shows and playing holovid games while he dispatched the occasional harmless command on his people. He kept his mate around, but they didn't mate at all. He knew it didn't give him any pleasure, just eggs, but he kept him around as a symbol to keep away the other males and let him enjoy the luxurious benefits of being the queen's former fuckbuddy. Vank seemed glad to find that he was more in control than most of the queens, and they wasted a lot of their evenings kicking back with Vank and Korien, showing them the last 5 seasons of Bubba's Bounty Huntin' Bonanza.

It helped kill the time until the eggs hatched, spawning a bunch of little squishy ruex. Troy felt that tingle again, but the handmaidens plucked the chirping little pupas up and with his casual approval, trotted them off for processing. "That wasn't so hard," Troy admitted as he flopped back into bed in front of the holograms. "Gross, but not hard."

"Frankly, kid, that's all a ruex can ask for," Vank said as he passed him the popcorn. Troy tucked it under his arm, finding it just as easy to hold with just three arms instead of four.

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...

Motherly Transformations: Battle Mode

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Goblin Bodyswap - Fair Trade

Another short story of the boy who became a female goblin adventurer through hard work and a lot of sex. Quick and easy work, just what I need amidst working on two or three more legitimate writings that keep me busy and excited!

Tucker had gotten a few local jobs done between himself, Hun and Dura before his party moved on for now. They would send word if they needed help in the future and encouraged him to do the same if any big jobs came up. Dura and Tucker had talked to the local guards to get their plentiful share of the loot, so that just left the best part of the job. Gender roles be damned; Tucker loves blowing a huge chunk of gold even before he'd made his jump to his new body. Lucky for him, Ivan was in town.

Ivan himself was a mundane traveler who passed by now and then. He was a decent and level-headed young man, on the tall side and a little brawny from all his riding around and lugging supplies. His cousin, apparently, was a full blown enchanter, and gave Ivan the easy job of hauling and peddling his stuff from town to town. He usually just stopped by Shafton for the night to eat and sleep; with nothing more magical than some potion vendors and woodcutters, he didn't get much business. That was about to change.

"Hey! Hey! Ivan!" Ivan was passing his horses and carriage off to a stable boy when he looked up. Looking up never got you far with Tucker's height, so he patiently waited for him to look down.

"Oh! Hey, uh... miss." Ivan hesitated at the sight of Tucker's face, but the look at his jiggling boobs in his breastplate cleared that up quickly. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here too look at the good stuff," Tucker declared, grinning and baring his needly teeth. They were still crooked, but there had been a massive sigh of relief when Dimension B shared toothpaste with them.

"Uh huh," Ivan said skeptically, looking him over. "Look, I don't deal in the little stuff, short stuff. This is the high-end magical gear. Unbreakable shields, unstoppable warhammers, bracelets that prevent paradoxes, doors that lead to other dimensions... not pocket change magic tricks."

"I know." Tucker dug into his bag and tossed the gold nugget onto the ground between them. It was heavy enough to land with a dense thud. "What can I get for that?" Ivan stared at it for a minute, starting to reach for it when Tucker put a boot on it, putting it and a chunky thigh between him and it. "Taking me seriously now, right? Let's talk shop." One great thing about his new body; he loved surprising people.

They were soon settled in Ivan's room, a crystal sitting in Tucker's generous lap that projected illusions in front of him. They showed the equipment in question with short descriptions (Ivan had offered to read them before Tucker assured them he knew English) and some basic demonstrations, clearly inspired by computers and ipads back home. Tucker was almost drooling over some of the impressive gear while Ivan was weighing and assessing the gold. He wasn't concerned with the cart of cargo, considering how many wards were on everything on there.

"What about this one?" Tucker redirected the crystal's tip towards Ivan, projecting a foursome of silvery knives with runes etched across them. A simple figure was shown hurling one of them deep into a target before the knife wiggled and flew back into his hand without him even looking.

"Ah. The Elven Echoblades," Ivan noted casually. "Good eye for a goblin. Yea, come back no matter where you throw em." Good. Tucker was getting tired of always running and fetching his throwing knives or digging them out of skulls.

"How about them for the brick?" Tucker offered, but Ivan scoffed.

"Close. That'd be the cost of one knife, and they only sell as a set." He gestured at the pouch they came in. "Get too far for too long and they come flying back."

"Then... what about trade? Do you trade in stuff besides gold?"

"Oh, sure. It's a popular choice, but some places deal in supplies if they've got enough."

Tucker grabbed his pouch and dumped out what he had. Some old mushrooms and herbs, a few potions, his old throwing daggers, some bits of food and some coins. Ivan scooped the coins and plantlife over to him. "That'd be about half."

Tucker growled lowly. "That's all I've got," he admitted. "I can work it off. Do you need any guards or monsters hunted?"

"Nah, the cart kind of takes care of itself," Ivan said with a smile. "Hate to say it, but it looks like you've got nothing to sell but your body at this point."

"Deal!"

"Say what?"

"Deal. I'll do it. What do you need me to do?"

Ivan hesitated, then looked around. "Wait... really?"

"Trust me. I've done worse." Being in a breeding hut held captive by savages sounded like a lot worse deal than one night in return for magic weapons. Ivan bit his lip as he looked Tucker over. The chunk little goblin wiggled his hips into the bed and adjusted his top, jiggling his floppy green jugs around. Ivan wasn't the only one who could make his goods look good.

"I mean... don't tell anybody, right?" he muttered, getting a grin out of Tucker. "I don't want everyone knowing what I'm up to here. I'll eat the profits just to try it with... you know."

"An exotic local girl," Tucker grinned as he hopped off the bed.

"I was gonna say 'slutty goblin pussy,' but sure," Ivan shrugged as he scooped the sample gear off the bed back into his bottomless sack.

Tucker had often wondered if it was possible. He'd only been with a dwarven woman and other goblins, so he had some curiosity about full-sized men. Ivan apparently had the same idea; after they both stripped down and Tucker did a bit of posing for him, they were both standing upright, letting Ivan ram his dick straight ahead. Tucker had to tug it down and stand on his toes a bit, but he could pretty easily deliver a standing blowjob thanks to their height difference. Ivan got into it pretty quickly, holding his ears and fucking his mouth enthusiastically. It reminded Tucker of the breeding hut, but more passionate than violent. It got him to relax and soak up the treatment that other whores would have likely given him shit for.

Tucker's enthusiastic suckling and slimey tongue slithering over the bigger man's shaft got him to cum pretty quickly. The cock itself was more than a mouthful for him, but the load of cum made him cough with surprise. Ivan didn't care right away as he stumbled back into his bed, but Tucker spat up some of the jizz over his breasts while a bit squirted from his nose.

"You okay?"

"Fuck yea," Tucker laughed, giving one more cough. "I ain't even bruised yet. Lemee know when you want round two."

It didn't take him too long until Tucker was flat on his back, getting fucked deeper into his nethers than he knew was possible. His stubby claws scraped over the sheets when Ivan first went into him, stunned by the sheer size of him. Ivan wasn't especially hung by what Tucker could recall, but the sheer dimensions of their species made a world of difference. Tucker could see his pot belly wobble and shift each time Ivan stuffed himself into his pussy. Tucker tried to dig his heels into the mattress, but the human’s height made him resort to bracing them on his hips as the farthest he could reach. Despite how huge and fertile Tucker’s breasts were, the interracial groping reminded him that they were still just slightly bigger than a normal person’s. It was certainly a jarring experience.

"You doing alright down there?" Ivan panted, sweat dripping down over him. Tucker nodded rapidly.

"Hell yea. Keep it coming big guy!" The goblin managed a crooked grin, Ivan panting and slowing for a moment.

"Can... can you do something for me?"

"I'm yours til midnight, stretch. What's up?" Tucker panted, wiping some drool from his lips. After murdering someone in the dark of night, this might honestly be some of the easiest money he'd ever made. It certainly wasn't his dignity at risk either, after his first year of being a goblin sex object.

"Could you... talk goblin to me?" Ivan asked breathlessly, blushing heavier across his focused expression.

Tucker chuckled and dug into his old vocabulary before cupping his breasts. "M'tek ugaloola va, kodo~!" he purred/hissed to the bigger human. Ivan twitched and shoved one more big, hard thrust that slid Tucker's sweaty ass across the bed.

"Mm.... that's good, but... I didn't know goblins talked like that."

"Oh? Well what do goblins talk like?" Tucker might have been the worst to know goblins from the outside, not living that long in Dimension A and picking up goblish secondhand.

"Like... me hit with club, yummy rat meat, gubba bugga stuff."

Ah. Generic savage talk. Ivan basically wanted him doing greenface. He didn't care about the real thing so much as Tucker playing up a stereotype. He shrugged. Who was he going to offend? The raping kidnappers he'd lived with?

"Big humie gonna gimmee good fucky?" Tucker tried, pitching his voice up a bit. That got Ivan going. He gripped Tucker by his purple hair and started pumping harder, making the bulge in the soft green belly wobble around.

Tucker let out a long, high moan before breaking back into his caveman speak. "Uhhh, big human dicky so strong! So biiig! Gonna gimme lotta strong goblin pups! Gimmee gimmee, big humie!"

"You fucking know it," Ivan grunted, squeezing his big bouncing tits roughly. It felt kind of good to have them fondled like that rather than clawed or slapped around, forcing a loud purr out of Tucker.

"Yes! Yes, humie master! Fuck tight gobby pussy! Give your greedy gobbo all that fuckstick dicky! Shoot all your soft squishy white into all this green! More big humpa humpa! Mooooore!"

That drove another orgasm out of Ivan, so deep and thick Tucker thought he could taste it. He shuddered as Ivan fell off of him, but the wet pop of his cock squeezing back out was exactly what Tucker needed. The head of it flicked against his clit and made him shiver and squirt an orgasm of his own all over the sheets.

“Wow,” Ivan huffed as he sat back to catch his breath. “If I didn’t know there were so many goblins around, I wouldn’t even think your kind could cum.”

“Not as common as you might think. I’m just a lucky one.” Tucker panted as he boosted himself up. “Don’t tell me that’s all you got.”

“No… no just need a second. And some water… but I got this one other big thing I wanted to try.”

“Hit me,” Tucker shrugged. “Literally, I’d be okay with that, if that’s what you mean.”

It wasn’t anything so severe, but it still had Tucker screaming before long. He was lifted up so that his breasts rested on the bed, his lower half raised completely off the ground by Ivan. The human fucked his juicy ass from behind so that most of his plump little body was suspended in the air and balanced almost entirely on the bigger man’s dick and hands. Ivan was thick enough that he could fill up Tucker's vagina with ease, and he was now firmly reminding him that the goblins hadn't been interested in anal. Tucker moaned and wailed, drooling over the bed and leaking milk from his teats as Ivan pounding him from behind, unable to feel anything but the normal-sized dick in his ass.

"So big! Humie dick makey gobbo crazy!" Tucker gasped, spraying drool over the bedsheets as he remembered to play his part. "Gonna fuck gobby goo out of her! Such big sticky messy for humie!"

"Fuck yes. Just like that," the trader grunted, smacking Tucker's ass HARD. The flabby cheeks jiggled around his cock, making Ivan grunt lowly as Tucker sucked his shaft in a bit deeper into his anus. The goblin's toes were curling, making them rub against Ivan's thighs since they certainly couldn't reach the floor.

"Gobby booty feel good, no?" Tucker urged him on. The thrill of having such a "big" creature inside him was turning him on like wild. He'd have to reconsider about molesting stray goblins if there were humans willing to pay for goblin pussy and stuff him full like this. And if he wanted him to do bad impressions along the way, there were a lot worse fetishes for a guy to have in a world where actual tentacle monsters, mind control magic, and rapiing barbarian hordes existed. "Gobbo love big human dicky! Fucky me crazy! Shooty goopa in sticky gob hole! Dicky dick so big is gonna make gobbo pop! Hurryyyyy! Humpy humpy hump hump!"

Tucker's primitive dirty talk made his partner finish as he felt a thick shot of cum go into his ass. It was certainly a new experience, though it still didn't feel like the most disgusting thing he'd done in Dimension A. Ivan pulled out of him and there was a distinct sound of the cum falling out of Tucker's overstuffed ass and plopping onto the floorboards while the vendor collapsed back onto the bed. "Holy shit," he muttered. "That was fucked up and I loved it."

Tucker thumbed at his wide green ass to get the bulk of the semen out of his spread hole before he replied. "Yea, not too shabby at all." He glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Nearly the end of their fuckfest, and Ivan was understandably winded.

"Want to call it early? I'm not sure I can keep that going..." Ivan offered, waving weakly at Tucker and reaching for a mug of ale to refresh his fluids (that were now leaking out of Tucker).

"I got nowhere to be," Tucker shrugged, pulling himself the rest of the way onto the bed. He flopped over onto his belly, squashing his big green boobs out across the bedsheets and cupping Ivan's balls, sliding the head into his mouth and sucking softly. There was the faintly bitter taste of his own ass mixed with the salt of Ivan's cum for a strange and interesting combination.

Ivan took a short, deep breath as the tight little mouth started back on his tender dick. "You don't have to. That all was worth it to me."

"Maybe this isn't for you," Tucker muttered before going back to sliding his tongue down the length of the erect flesh. "Don't worry. I know my way around a dick. I'll be gentle."

They didn't spend the night together, Tucker calmly wrapping up their trade a little after midnight. Ivan gave him the daggers, though Tucker still had to give up his gold from the last job. Apparently one night with a whore wasn't worth an entire set of magic items. Tucker secured the dagger pouch onto his hip and went through the basic pass phrase to make them only return to him. It was a good deal as far as he was concerned, getting his kicks in for one night while learning a valuable piece of information: his squat, curvy body was apparently a very tradable commodity. He'd have to see who else would be into making some more trades.