Do Not Touch
Do not touch - bunny edit
"Dirt... dirt... dirt." The long eared bunny wiped his brow and sighed. As the old adage went, it's not the heat that gets you, it's the humidity. He dropped his trowel and sat back from the small excavation spot he had dug over the past few hours. It was just one of far too many that he, and a small group of students, had dug out over the past week. All this work was for a professor who would likely take all the credit for anything they found.
"I need to get out of here for a while." He looked over to the ferret just across from him, "I shouldn't be too long, just want to relax and get this cramp out of my leg." With that he stood and drew his paws high above his head in a stretch. His head just peeked over the lip of the hole, but a small ladder made for an easy exit.
In truth, he just had to get away from the boring dig site. The biggest find they had made in the week they had been in the ruins of this old city was stray clay pots. He didn't sign up to dig holes, he came to find something new and exciting.
The rabbit looked around the dig site. His view all the way to the treeline was unobstructed. All the walls of stone had long since fallen over, and been collected by someone or another ages ago. Most of the area had grown over with wild grass, tough weeds, and thick native ivy, which only served to slow their progress down to a crawl.
His professor, a literal jackass complete with a spiky black mane, was likely hidden away below ground level somewhere in the area. No surprise if the burro was asleep.
With a few sweeping claps to knock the dust from his shorts and gray tee, he hopped over a single layer of stone brick on the ground, and walked toward the treeline. Though he was well adapted to heat, he wanted to get out of the sun; the humidity was killing him. The airflow over his ears as he made his way forward brought him some comfort.
At the treeline he let out a sigh of relief. The cool shade felt wonderful, and as some of the oppressive heat melted away he sagged and smiled broadly. His keen ears picked out the sound of a stream just a short ways in. Confident he could just turn and head back, he moved onward.
"Well," he spoke aloud to himself, "as long as I don't lose sight of..." the rabbit hopped over a felled log. Where he expected to land, the ground fell out under his feet. He grasped out at whatever he could, but the loose soil and jungle plants slipped through his fingers, and only served to send him careening down.
The sand colored rabbit disappeared from view before he finished his sentence. He fell down an angled shaft a few meters long. On impact with the ground below a fair bit of dirt billowed out around him, with even more falling from above, coating his fur in grey and black.
He coughed and sneezed from all the dust, and it took a while before he regained his composure on the floor, "Ohh..." he groaned and held his rump, "Ow ow... Ow ow ow." The rabbit checked himself over; aside a little scratch on his arm, and bumps here and there, he seemed alright.
When he looked up, the trees and dust blocked most of the dim light that filtered down from above. He looked around himself. He was in some sort of underground, stone-walled passageway. An old cave in blocked the way in one direction.
He looked up and called out a few times, but after a few minutes wait, he soon figured none could hear him. He was on his own to get out of here.
As he turned around, only one sound issued from the bunny's lips.
"Woah."
Before him, the passageway opened into a large room. At it's center, an archway stood free. The inside edge was a smooth circle, but the outside was hexagonal with sharp angles. Symbols spanned its surface. Somehow they glowed an odd, shifting blue.
"What in the world?" The rabbit had done much research, as required by his professor, before the trip to this region. Even so, this was nothing like anything he had read about.
The bunny walked over to the arch, and walked around it slowly. The swooping symbols covered three sides, but left the inside arch bare. Though it had clearly been here for ages, the inner edge was still mirror smooth.
"I am so going to get published for this... if I can find a way out of here." If he understood the symbols, he might have avoided his next move. Without much of a thought, his dainty paw drew out and touched its surface.
In all but a moment the symbols flared bright. He yelled in shock and backed away quickly as a hum grew louder and louder, centered inside the archway. The noise bounced against the walls and only served to amplify it.
"What did I do..." Though he could not see it, the air in the center of the stone structure shimmered and boiled as energies concentrated at its focal point.
A thunderous boom and rush of air blasted from nowhere, and echoed through the room. The small bunny yelled out in surprise and clamped his paws over his ears in surprise and clenched his eyes shut. He thought it had been an explosion, and that he would get buried alive.
He cowered there for many seconds after things went silent again. When he found the roof not on his head he peeked one eye open,then perked up in surprise; speechless, eyes wide as saucers.
What had ripped the words from his mouth was the impossible image that spanned the breadth of the glowing structure.
A view of a world entirely alien to the bunny stared back at him. Countless creatures walked, crawled, flew, and swooped about a bizarre landscape of multicolored towers that stretched up to a green and orange sky.
The odd structures looked reminiscent of termite mounds on a mountainous scale. Their surface shimmered with a plethora of multi-colored creatures that moved constantly, chaotically in all directions.
Questions he could not answer raced through his mind in rapid succession. What in the world was he seeing? What were those things? How was this even possible?
His train of thought was interrupted when a creature about half the size of a cat stopped right in the center of the image displayed before him on the ground. It looked a bit like a beetle with solid a half-dome shell, supported on countless tiny legs. With dual pairs of yellow eyes, it seemed to stare right at the rabbit for a few moments. He stared back at the odd creature, jaw agape.
In the next moment the thing scuttled forward, and hit a sort of barrier. Ripples, like water in a pond, washed in all directions. The bug's image compressed and refracted, then pushed right through into the room.
The tapping of its hundreds of millipede-like legs was the first sound that reached his ears since the boom earlier, and the rabbit let out a gasp.
This wasn't just some ancient viewfinder; it was a portal.
He had little time to think of this. The thing charged straight toward him with surprising speed. It spat a thread of goo at his chest before he could react. The sticky, copper-scented stuff changed from clear to purple on impact. By instinct, his paw darted to push it off, but his fingers just clung to the gooey surface. He pulled his paw off sharply, but that only drew his shirt away from him. It had the consistency of hot-glue, and was just as sticky. Threads of the stuff drew away with his fingers, and clung to everything.
For just an instant his professor's words rang through his head. "If you find something, don't touch it."
In moments a dozen more of the scuttling creatures poured through the portal. He pulled away, but the goo held firm to his shirt, and the thing on the other end had anchored into the stone. His reaction from when he was young kicked in, and in a moment he was out of his shirt. The rabbit turned to escape, but the attempt was short lived, as all the bugs squirted similar strands of sticky slime. He felt their impacts on his shorts in three spots, his ankle, and all over his back. They pulled taut, and it was all he could do to keep from falling to the floor then and there.
He struggled against the things, but they began circling one another in wild patterns, which wove the strands attached to him, and pulled him backwards. As they reeled him backward, he grabbed at the ground, but it was all loose dirt on top of tightly packed stone tile. It got increasingly difficult to resist as his bonds pulled his arms tight to his sides and hips. With every pass, the swarm shifted back toward the portal and went through it, his bindings dragged along with them. He dug his feet into the loose dirt floor, but it did him no good. The closer he got, the faster he lost ground.
His tail was the first part of his body to make contact with the portals surface. For an instant it felt colt, then the rest the rest of his body splashed through, and chilled him all over. He clenched his eyes shut, prepared for the worst.
He felt weightless for a moment as he flew out the other side. An alien cacophony filled his ears the instant he was through. The rabbit hardly had the time to brace himself before he landed on his back. The sticky mass fastened him to the ground on impact with the slightly spongy material and pulled the air from his lungs for a few moments. He looked back at the portal, a view of the room he had left displayed in the same fashion as it's clone. Then, in all but an instant, it vanished. Popped from reality like a soap bubble and a loud 'pop.'
He cried out sharply, but regretted it immediately. From the menagerie of multi-colored creatures that buzzed by high above him, one broke off from the group and swept down toward him. Its body was composed of five segments, connected to one another by a trunk of blue goo that shifted about constantly. What passed for its head was a mass of small blue tentacles. The middle three sections were identical, with a pair of vibrant dragonfly wings adorning each. Long, spindly legs hung below on either side, and it's rear end was a sort of bulb. In all it was at least as long as he was tall.
It let out a series of loud clicks as it passed by over his head, and landed just beyond his feet. His legs were partly free, and he pushed and kicked at the ground, but he made no progress. In a fluid motion it turned around, stepped forward and lowered its head. The rabbit kicked at its face, but his feet just slammed into the mass of tentacles, and were tangled into them in moments.
They moved individually around his feet, between his toes, clutched at them tightly. Each one was covered in thick, drippy slime that oozed down his legs and dripped into his tangled shorts as it lifted them vertical.
Just then, two more impacts on either leg startled him. A pair of beetles spat leads at his knees, and attached them to the ground just by his shoulders.
He gasped and looked back and forth at them, then back up as this newest thing shifted downward. It's tentacles never let go of the rabbit's legs as it slid down between them and opened them forcefully. The mass of tentacles got to his shorts, and simply ripped at them repeatedly, until they fell out of it's way in a heavy, slime-covered mess. They worked meticulously, and soon consumed the material, along with some of the beetle's goo, which left him nude, his crotch and ass exposed. He could not lower his legs if he tried.
The tentacles of the creatures slipped down behind his balls, and followed the line of his body right to his tight bud. As soon as the first squishy finger-width tendril found his hole, it plunged inside, followed by one after another in rapid succession. As each probed in as deep as they could, they pulled in another direction and stretched his ass progressively wider.
He felt the sharp pain of such an intrusion and yelled out, eyes watering. He was a virgin, and nothing could prepare him for this, but as the blue slime soaked into his bowel, some of the pain faded. A partial numbness spread up into the rest of his body. In moments he felt slightly numbed everywhere below his chest. Try as he might, His lower half could hardly move. The rush of each tentacle popping into him joined the feel of others pushed out to make room for yet another. They invaded from all sides, and left him reamed.
Just as fast as it began, it pulled away all at once, leaving the bunny suddenly empty and agape. He let out a sharp yelp and moaned, wriggling in his bonds.
The creature strode forward over the rabbit's bound legs, three stalks on either side of his body. The full alien scent of the thing's slimy mouth hit him full force. Musky, pungent and overwhelming. Its head stopped a little ways above his own. The creature's slime dropped just at the back of his head and neck, and trickled down over his ears messily.
Something slick and warm squished down against his thigh; A thick tendril of blue from its back end. Light shone through and illuminated it with an odd glow. The tip trailed down against his leg slowly as the assailant above him shifted its hindquarters around in search of its target. Sticky ooze with the same blue tint rubbed off onto the bunny's fur with every squishy touch and slicked it down flat.
A compulsion hit him then. As much as he hated it, he had to watch. Had to see for himself what this beast was up to. What horrid things it was doing to him.
The slick stalk, as big around as his wrist, hung about a foot from the creature's abdomen. It coiled and pressed in against his thigh. The path it followed matched the trail left by the thing's mouth-slime, and with every moment that passed, it got closer and closer to his vulnerable hole.
He knew what was next, and he knew there was no hope to stop it.
It squished up between his legs and slapped against his exposed sac on the way past. Had the rabbit not been so numb, it would have hurt, but to him it was an uncomfortable thud. With the next impact the tip pressed down over the flesh behind them, and moved on right to his bud.
The instant the thing found its target, it arched sharply over him and slammed forward, spearing the blue shaft deep into his body right to its abdomen. He heard the beast shudder over him as it pumped more fluid into the stalk. With each jerk, it swelled just a little more, every moment becoming more spherical.
He felt his organs shunted out of the way as his belly swelled with the sheer volume. A weak pained groan filled his throat. He felt more full and bloated than he ever had in his life, and the creature had just begun.
The red-tinted shell around the beast's back end parted and cracked in several places with a sharp, splintering sound. The beast shuddered and buzzed its wings for a few moments, then readjusted itself over the boy. The shake made much of the chitin fall to the ground, and revealed the rest of its organ. Another foot of blue shaft uncoiled, but what scared the rabbit the most was the large, round, opaque mass that floated freely in the viscous fluid, filled with countless tiny balls.
It pumped and wriggled, and every little motion shifted the orb down through the foot-long tube that stretched between the two, closer and closer to the fragile mammal's body. The thing thrust down and coiled just a little more of its shaft into the rabbit, and pressed that troubling mound right in against his rear. It compacted right against his cheeks, and pushed between them until the orb rested just outside his hole. Already he felt the stretching sensation of the tube widening right in front of it. Fluid squirted and barely squeezed past the orb as the beast bore down and worked itself down against its little fuzzy prize.
The thing's body pressed in against the other side of the sphere and compressed it in against the rabbit's body. Slowly but surely it squeezed forward. The surface pressed in through his hole The opaque fluid within sloshed and and churned as it stretched him wider and wider, until all at once the pressure within it shifted, and shot inside of its intended. In all of a moment it sprung out to its round shape once again, sending ripples through the slime around it, wobbling against the rabbit's prostate. By now, he had fallen all but silent, in a daze. Now and then a weak whimper or a moan was pulled from his lips. It was hard to breath thanks to his organs' compression up into his chest.
A quiver rolled toward the tip of the bulbous length that had swelled within him, and he did not notice a thing until it popped and sent a torrent of liquid right into his body, released from the balloon of a shaft that had contained it all until then. It soaked right into his flesh, and sent a new tingle through his form. One of mixed pain and forced, chemical pleasure.
The beast, of course, cared not for his little captive's comfort, only for his well-being as a host for reproduction. It gave a self-satisfied flutter of its wings as it pumped the last of the blue goo it felt was needed, then wriggled more of its shaft inside. With a sharp clicking, it pulled away, but left behind all that had been forced into the rabbit. The last remnants of the shaft was still connected to the beast. It pushed down and pressed in against his thigh, which sealed off the tube and kept all the vital fluids inside.
Moments later it pulled away, disconnected from the rabbit. Its wings gave a weak buzz as it strode forward. Blue birth slime leaked constantly from its missing back end, and left a trail up along the bound boy's body. He turned his head away, and the side of his face was coated in the thick coppery goo. The beast dragged itself forward a short ways, then collapsed to the ground in a heap. Though it twitched now and again, there was no more sign of movement.
As the rabbit lay there, he panted weakly. He was bound to the ground, just had his ass nearly ripped open by some alien bug that just implanted gods know what into him. He was still numbed, and the fluids that his body soaked in made him feel more and more pent up by the moment. The constant pressure against his prostate, and the elevation of his rear did not help matters in the slightest. Worst of all, his only way back to the world that he knew had vanished the moment he came through it.
"How could this day get any worse?" The moment he opened his eyes, he saw how. A new creature had been tipped off to his presence. It was massive, five times his size, and looked rather like a large grub. The thing's hide shone with the same multi-colored glimmer as the surface of the towers around him. It approached on countless pairs of tiny legs, side by side, that ran the length of his body. They flowed over the soft ground silently and slowly. The beast took its time as it meandered over toward the rabbit, and as it approached it let out a whooping-coo.
He let out a weak whimper of fear, but the whole situation had slowly burned him out. He had no strength left to struggle, or even yell. The thing by his head made a disgusting squelch. He watched as its maw opened in five directions, like petals of a flower; clear ooze dripped from each and strung out between them. Hair-thin tendrils emerged from within, hundreds at a time; every single one moved individually in the still air. The sickly sweet scent hit his nose and made him cough.
The rabbit pulled at the bindings and angled his head away in an attempt to get himself just a little farther away from the beast, but it wasn't to be. The little tendrils drew forth and coiled down into his fur on top of his head. They tangled themselves into it, and soon gave the boy no choice on where to go. Though each was careful and gentle, they were incredibly strong together. His head was pulled toward the body of the beast, and more of the tiny things moved in. Slowly but surely they wrapped themselves down his face. They coiled in disturbingly close to his eyes, and as his fur was coated more in what served as the creatures saliva, he had little choice but close his eyes, or get the goo in them.
He clenched his jaw shut and did his best to pull away. The captive rabbit thrashed for a moment, but the tendrils put a stop to that quickly. They pulled his head back and held it firm as more moved in and wrapped around the end of his muzzle. The blunt-tipped slimy tendrils invaded his nose and slipped right down into his sinus cavity. At the same time countless more of the things coiled past his tight-pressed lips and forced their way around and behind his teeth.
The rabbit's eyes watered, and his body coughed and retched by reflex, but the beast was undeterred. It forced his partly numbed jaw open with ease and more of the invasive things flowed over his tongue, right to the back of his throat. His air supply was cut off as they plunged inside him. The teen felt them squirm down into his chest as many more went for his stomach. By reflex he coughed and gagged, his body desperate to repel the invaders, but it did him no good; they were relentless.
The disturbing numbness grew stronger with each moment that passed. His body felt like rubber, but he still felt everything the beast did. Though he could not draw breath, he did not feel suffocated. The tendrils in his lungs fed him oxygen continuously, along with more chemicals to keep him awake and alert.
He risked an eye, and peeked one open out of morbid curiosity. The beast had drawn in much closer to his head, its tendril-filled maw right beside his face. Had the ability to, he would have let out a pathetic, terrified whimper. He was convinced this was it, that this thing was about to eat him. He squeezed his eyelids shut weakly and waited for an end that would not come.
It moved forward slowly and drew his head into its maw a little at a time. The warmth of the creatures body enveloped his face, then its 'petals' clamped around his neck from all sides. His head inside, even more tiny tendrils invaded his muzzle and coiled into every bit of fur all the way down to his shoulders. More wrapped around each tooth as more looped against his tongue and overloaded his palate with the sickeningly sweet, metallic flavor of the clear goo that flowed from and coated each tentacle.
The deep, rhythmic sound of an alien, five-part heartbeat was the only sound the rabbit heard from then on. It was almost soothing. Almost.
Time soon was lost to the rabbit. The only sensation he felt for hours was the bizarre, invasive tendrils so deep inside his body, and they weren't going anywhere. If it were not for the large mass in his rear and the numbness, the rabbit would have felt bloated from the thick, nourishing fluid the bug pumped into his belly.
Due to the deprivation, he had no sense of the hours that passed, but a new feeling crept into his gut. The mass that had been stuffed under his tail moved and writhed. Not a bump, not a kick, but a disconcerting movement. Something had started crawling inside him, though he could not even begin to guess what they were like, his broken mind figured they were the beast's young. The numbness had not faded, but he had adapted to it, which just made every feeling that reached his mind that much more intense.
Little did he know, the thing the flying insect had planted in his rear was its spawn. Thanks to the nutrients the giant larvae around his head had pumped into his body, they had begun growing. His arms were still pinned squarely to his sides, so he could not tell that his belly had swollen half again as large.
Dozens of the creature's young grew quickly within his body and wriggled over and past each other, vying for what little constricted space there was inside his little form. Each one was segmented in the same fashion as the large, tentacled grub latched around his head, and as they moved within him the creatures ground against his prostate, his bladder, and every other organ constantly. The worst part about it, even though all this forced pleasure into his brain, he hated it, and there was not a thing he could do to stop it.
The first of the fat little larvae was pushed out to his stretched, partly gaping tailhole. It writhed and squirmed constantly as its kin pushed it out against the pinched-off, fluid-filled shaft that led from within his body. He felt every thick section of the thing pop past his sphincter. As the pressure behind it increased it trashed more and more violently, until all at once the protein of the tube broke, and the creature was ejected from his body.
The alien larvae fell to the ground between his legs and writhed around as fluid drained out on top of it. Had he the ability, he would have whimpered as another of the things wriggled his head against his inner passage and slowly made its way out, section by section. The things seemed to grow faster than they could get out, and as the pressure within him increased, so did their attempts to escape the confining space within his gut.
One by one they plopped to the ground, more and more rapidly as time progressed, until they were escaping nearly two at a time. The rabbit did not see or hear them, but more of the flying creatures swooped down and set out food for the thick, foot-long, multi-colored grubs. As each got their fill, they crawled around and over the rabbit's body. As they moved by, they deposited thick layers of sticky goo that solidified in their wake, further binding the bunny to be a permanent part of the landscape.
Slowly but surely they piled it around him toward the sky. The rabbit was a base for a new colony. Hundreds of the small creatures passed from within him.
He was trapped, never to escape, never to return, buried under a tower of slime, an unwilling queen on an alien world so far from home.
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