Three In the Morning
Greetings and salutations. Some things you need to know:
-This is part 5 of my spinoff of Von Krieger's The Infestation
-All props go to VK for the original idea and for letting me play around with it.
-I shouldn't even have to tell you about the age restriction on erotic materials. IF (userage) < 18 THEN GTFO
-ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US
Warmth surrounded her as she awoke, slowing her return to consciousness with the comfort-induced torpor that warm beds elicited. The physical sensation around her body, however, was joined by an equally powerful warmth that she felt against her very mind, comforting her, relaxing her, making her feel loved.
Slowly, Deborah opened her eyes, finally coming awake. Immediately, she was aware of a warm, furry body pressed against her side and a soft whisper of thought in her mind that was foreign, yet comforting. The collie turned her head to the right and saw Lia looking at her with a smile on her muzzle, and Deborah felt her chest fill with love and adoration so much that she couldn't speak.
Fortunately for her, she didn't have to. -There you are, my beautiful sister- Lia's voice sounded in her mind, making Deborah's eyes widen a bit. Lia chuckled at that, and brought a hand up to caress the collie's muzzle. -Yes, this is another advantage I have. That we now have-
The emphasis on the plural pronoun made Deborah shiver slightly, and her tail started to lazily wag. -I don't know what to say, mistress. Other than thank you- Deborah thought back, and then leaned forward to plant her muzzle against Lia's so the two could share a deep, passionate, but unhurried kiss.
-Oh, don't thank me yet- Lia responded, while still kissing her new hive-sister-mate. -You are joined now to my tiny hive, along with Jessie. But your place is higher, and she will know that. Imagine what tomorrow will bring, when we meet in the locker room after gym, and you will be able to dominate her-
Deborah's eyelids fluttered as her body suddenly became aroused, and she broke the kiss with Lia to gasp lightly in pleasure. "Oh, Lia," she moaned quietly, writhing a bit. "You don't know how many angry fantasies I had of her, making her my little bitch, fucking her in front of her friends, making her lick me..."
Lia chuckled again, and she licked the side of Deborah's muzzle. "Well, we can't do anything in public, of course, but you'll have your chance at Jessica," she promised as the collie closed her eyes and moaned quietly in ecstasy. "And I know how to make it so very special for you both, but first, I need you to do something for me..."
* * * *
Calvin tossed and turned in his sleep, troubled as it was by dreams of women, doing things to himself and to each other that would make a fundamentalist's head explode. Inevitably, though, two figures always drew his dreaming consciousness' attention, and they became the center of more than one vaguely defined threesome. That Deborah, the collie he'd been attracted to for over a year now was unsurprising. But the figure who shared the spotlight was none other than his sister, Lia, and even in the dream the wrongness of the situation both shamed and enthralled Calvin, even as he showed no compunction in mounting her from behind like an animal and pounding her hard, over and over again until-
The male binturong snapped awake then, as the dreams' increasing vividness had finally brought his mind across the sleep barrier. Calvin panted hard as he sat up in bed, trying to organize his mind and sort out the disturbingly pleasurable dreams in his head. What the hell is wrong with me? He asked himself as his mind again wandered to the last scene, where he had rutted his sister like a wild beast. I hear one screw session between Deborah and my sister, and now I'm an incestuous hillbilly? Even as he thought that, though, his breathing picked up again, and Calvin shook his head. I just need sleep, that's all. Sleep and to get laid. But not by my sister! With that angry thought, he rolled onto his left side and pulled the covers up, ignoring his raging hard-on. He closed his eyes and willed his breathing to slow, and started figuring out prime numbers starting from one to distract himself.
It worked, and Calvin began to slowly drift back down into slumber. It worked so well, in fact, that he didn't hear the door to his room opening behind him, which normally would alert him as he locked it every night. With what had happened earlier in the night, though, Calvin had forgotten, and so a lone figure entered silently, moving undetected until it got to the twin-sized bed and laid a hand on his shoulder.
Despite his attempted return to slumber, Calvin easily shot up and turned to face the direction the touch had come from. It took a moment for his panicked eyes to focus upon the figure who'd come in, but when they did, they promptly widened again in shock. "D- Deborah?" He asked, quietly.
"Yes," the collie replied, smiling shyly. "Did I wake you?"
"Yes- no- I mean-" Calvin said, stumbling over his own words. "What are you doing here?" He asked, looking around her to see if the door was open. While attempting that, he froze up as he finally noticed that the collie was stark naked, which caused him to be both aroused and terrified at the same time.
Deborah, though, simply smiled a bit wider then, and she started to kneel down on the bed, next to where Calvin was sitting up. The sensual way her body moved hypnotized the binturong, and he remained frozen as the object of his dreams brought her furry, supple body to within inches of his own. "I just thought you might want some company, Cal," she said, using the nickname that Lia called him, though the collie had never used it herself before. Slowly, she brought up her right hand and lightly stroked Calvin's left arm, sending a tingle running up and down his spine. "I've noticed how you look at me. I can't say I've been entirely displeased."
Calvin gulped audibly, his mind racing, despite the sudden lack of blood flow as his cock seemed to harden beyond any other time prior in his life. "I- I didn't- I mean... I thought- You and Lia..." He stuttered out, his ears folding back in embarrassment.
Deborah smiled again, and something in its warmth eased some of the trepidation in the male binturong's mind. "There's no need to worry about that," she said, soothingly, bringing both of her hands up to lightly rub the male's bare chest, her pawpads tingling at the sensation of his bristly, yet soft fur. "Your sister is... an open sort. I'm sure you'll find that out someday," she added, leaning in to give a gentle lick on Calvin's face as he froze again at her words, once again torn between horror and excitement. "I- I- I-" he just muttered, his mind too incoherent for a proper protest.
"You're trying to talk too much," Deborah replied, slipping a hand down his chest and past his waistline, pausing just as it reached the top of his groin. "Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?"
Calvin reacted like every single healthy, virile, young male would: he reached forward, wrapped his arms around the attractive collie kneeling in front of him, and pressed his mouth to hers in a fiery, passionate kiss that Deborah returned in equal strength. This must be a dream, Calvin thought, even as he and Deborah moved together to lie down on the bed. But I don't care, I don't fucking care, I want her so bad, he added mentally, pushing aside any concerns as he pushed the voluptuous bitch down so he could lean over her, still forcefully kissing her while he ran his hands through the thick, fluffy fur all over her torso.
Deborah broke off the kiss to moan slightly as Calvin's hands finally tracked to her breasts and began to knead them just a shade short of roughly. "Oh, yes, just like that," she said, writhing a bit in pleasure as the binturong raked his blunt claws over her nipples. "Oh, yes, that's fucking good."
Calvin just grunted at that, but he did smile a bit - more of a satisfied smirk, really. His hands began to trail downward from the collie's sizable breasts, and rubbed through the fur on her belly as he slowly moved the limbs down to his goal. "You're so beautiful, Debbie," he said, marveling at the fur texture and the way it both hid and revealed her body's curves - curves he was too entranced to notice had been enhanced while her paunch had disappeared. "I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to snuggle up to you and pet your fur, almost like you were a feral dog," he added, his hands slipping down to rest on her hips as he shifted himself back on the bed. "And so much more..." He finally said, before lowering his head to bring it close to her engorged, heated petals.
The words of endearment warmed Deborah's heart, and she felt a brief pang of guilt and sadness that she had ignored his affections before. Then Calvin brought his muzzle right up to her pussy and inhaled, his twitching whiskers and moving breath tickling the sensitive skin and causing the collie's hips to jerk slightly. "Ooooh," Deborah moaned, using her hands to fondle her tits as the male slowly began to lap at her sex. "That's it, just like that," she said, her voice almost pleading as the pleasure in her raced to new heights.
Calvin moaned a bit himself, as the intensely erotic act he was performing only increased his arousal to the point where his dick was now incredibly hard, almost to the point of pain. He had never imagined how good eating out a female would be, had never realized that her taste would be so sweet, and soon enough his tongue was lapping deeper and deeper, until he couldn't stand it and finally pressed his muzzle against her burning mound, shoving the end in as far as he could while still leaving his nose outside so he could breath. Each lick of his tongue deep into Deborah's pussy scoured the walls of her heated passage, and each breath pulled and pushed air across the collie's clitoris, driving her on an uncontrollable path of rapidly increasing pleasure. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum!" She groaned out, barely keeping her voice quiet enough not to wake up everyone else in the house.
The male servicing her barely took note of her outburst, nor did he really pay attention to her legs wrapping around his head and holding him against her spasming cunt. Calvin just continued to lick and suck and drink, unknowingly drawing in more and more hormones, pheromones, and other messenger chemicals that earthly biology had no name for. The concentration increased dramatically as Deborah climaxed, and Calvin found his mind growing foggy, his movements becoming uneven. The pained throbbing of his cock increased, and he groaned out as the collie released his head, allowing him to pull away and lie back on his bed.
Deborah looked up as she felt the binturong back off, and managed to smile; despite the panting she was doing to regain her strength. It's going just as mistress said it would, she thought, watching as the incredible amount of stimulants overwhelmed Calvin's mind, leaving the hapless male lying on his back, panting and groaning as his arousal overrode his conscious mind. His entire existence was now focused solely on his penis, which was so full that the binturong felt almost as much pain as he did pleasure.
"Poor Cal," Deborah said, her voice sympathetic, yet mischievous at the same time as she slowly pushed herself up onto all fours and crawled over to Calvin. "You've been such a good boy, it's time for your reward," she said, positioning herself properly, before slowly lowering her body until the hard cock pressed against her cunt lips. She paused there for just a moment, teasing Calvin for one last time before she abruptly dropped, burying his shaft deep within her folds.
Calvin groaned loudly at that, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure reached levels that in the past would have made him cum by now. Something was keeping his climax at bay, however, and the binturong felt the least vestiges of rational thought leave him as the collie began to ride his pole, starting slowly at first, but increasing to a rapid pace within seconds. In his impassioned state, Calvin could not last long at all, and only a few moments of still-increasing pleasure passed before something snapped, and the dam preventing his release was no more. His long, strained groan announced his orgasm only a split second before the first of dozens of ejaculations burst from his throbbing cock, each rope of cum blasting with a force that no masturbation had achieved before.
Deborah, her body already primed by her conversion and the preparation Lia had given her - by sucking on her mistress' ovipositor no less - responded instantly as the first drop of seed touched her walls, sending her into one of the greatest orgasms in her life, matched only by that which Lia herself could bring on. But her body did more than that, as the chemically induced mass quantities of seed were drawn up into her womb by her muscles, their rippling dramatically increasing the pleasure for both parties. Almost all of it was stored deep within her core, leaving only a small bit to fill her cunt with the warm, satisfying feeling of male essence coating her walls.
The pair remained like this for several minutes before Deborah finally caught her breath and looked down at Calvin. She smirked as she saw that the binturong had passed out, but a feeling of care joined her amusement, and she leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the end of Calvin's short muzzle. "Rest for now, Cal," she said softly as she slowly began to extricate herself. She paused her speech with a shudder as the exquisite feeling of his slowly deflating cock sliding out made itself known. "Mmm, I can't wait for you to be properly brought into the hive... But for now, we'll have to make do with this for now," she added, standing up and patting her lower belly before she turned around and left the room.
* * * *
Lia waited calmly on her bed, a smile on her muzzle as she contemplated the last several days. Truly, she had changed, not just in body, but in mind as well. Yet, she knew the change wasn't forced from her conversion, but rather was facilitated by it. I've always wanted to be in control, to be the center of attention, she thought, her right hand idly rubbing along the line of carapace that nestled under her breast. But I was shy, not wanting to cause trouble or make people dislike me. Well, some people might not like me now, but finally, I am taking control of myself in a way that wasn't possible before. She had to admit to herself that sexual deviancy had always been a part of her mind, buried under layers of geek and insecurity, but there nonetheless. Lia's fantasy of taking her mother on the first day of her conversion was proof of that, and after she sent her new hive-sister to mate her brother, her mind began to work over what the future would bring.
We need a den, she thought, deliberately using the mammalian term, as she found it more appropriate for what her strain of infesters had mind. A proper place to have our encounters, to take new converts to and begin their conversion, and to give new forms and alterations to my hive-mates without fear of being discovered and/or interrupted. Lia went over several places in her mind, from the basement of the high school to a barn in the rural area just outside the city. But as she thought her mind kept coming back to her house, and eventually, to her family.
She shivered a bit as she contemplated that. Do I dare? Lia asked herself. I must have a secure, private area, some place where it won't be unusual for me and those who become my sisters and brothers to come and go at all hours without questions. This house fits that description... But my family, they will notice, not only the coming and going, but also the sounds of pleasure and the scent of sex. The obvious option came to her mind, and therein was her dilemma. I still refuse to take anyone who does not want to join voluntarily, unless it's a special case of survival. But on the other hand, wouldn't this be about survival, to secure our den? Indeed, our very identities?
Even as she thought of that, Lia argued a counter argument with herself. At the same time, I know how wonderful I feel now, how confident, and the pleasure, oh, how I wish to share those gifts with the people I love in this world, she thought, feeling her ovipositor stir a bit as the memory of her mother fantasy ran through her mind again. And so many gifts besides...
The noise of her doorknob turning interrupted Lia's ruminations, and she tensed on the bed for a moment before she extended her sense and realized it was Deborah returning from her errand. Lia sat up and smiled broadly as she watched the collie came in, her walk slightly bow-legged. "It seems my brother satisfied you, my dear?" The hybrid queen asked after the door was shut and locked.
Deborah shuddered before turning to face her mistress, her expression a mixture of joy and embarrassment. "He did, my queen," she said, walking over to lie down on the bed on her back. She sighed as Lia shifted around and straddled her hips, though the binturong kept their genitals from contact. "I feel a little ashamed that I didn't do that before. I have never even considered how wonderful a male would feel within me."
Lia chuckled as she leaned forward, hovering her face over Deborah's and smirking at the collie. "Oh? Better than even your mistress, then?" She playfully asked, reaching up to tweak one of her hive-sister's nipples.
Deborah moaned a bit at that, but she smiled back before reaching up to grasp onto Lia's shoulders. "No one will ever be better than you, my love," she said, raising her head to share a kiss with Lia. The latter chirred and chittered a bit, the mix of mammalian and insectoid noises an eerily beautiful sound that seemed to entrance Deborah. "I'm glad, Debbie, because I'm thinking there may have to be additions to our hive, soon."
"Mmmhmm," Deborah said, her mind already slipping into pleasure as Lia's pheromones brought her arousal back up. "I hope that includes your brother. Calvin was just- uhhhhh," her sentence ended in a moan as Lia pressed her wet pussy lips against Deborah's cum-dripping entrance. "Like that, but more so."
The queen could only chuckle again, though it was short as she had to stifle her own moan as her ovipositor began to extend, sliding straight into the collie's waiting cunt. Deborah moaned again in pleasure as this happened, giving Lia the chance to explain. "Yes, I think we'll be needing him. I need male seed to fully unlock my genetic abilities, and besides, I peeked into his mind while he was sleeping. He's a naughty one, I think he'll fit in with us just fine."
Deborah didn't reply immediately, as the incredible feeling of Lia's growing ovi filling her womanhood took her breath away. It was only when the end of the fleshy organ had reached her cervix and stopped that the collie could reply. "I really hope so," Deborah said, though her voice was quiet, as she admittedly did not know what Lia had in store for her.
Lia just gave her hive-sister a smile. "Worried?" She asked. Deborah shook her head. "No, mistress, just unsure what you're doing."
"Just waiting for our bodies to synchronize- Ah, there," she said, and then moaned while Deborah gasped. Inside the collie, where the end of Lia's ovipositor met Deborah's already mutated cervix, the two tightly-bound openings relaxed, both of their edges curling to meet one another and forming a loose seal between them. No sooner had this happened when Deborah jerked upwards as muscles in her abdomen contracted, squeezing her womb and vaginal passage in a crude pantomime of birthing contractions. Deborah, though, felt no pain from this, instead only experiencing a strange sort of sexual pleasure of a flavor she had never known before. "Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes," she uttered, lost in the moment as her insides began to expel the seed that she had collected from Lia's brother.
For her part, Lia could only groan in pleasure as she felt the still-hot seed pour into the end of her ovipositor. Her body responded almost immediately, contracting the ovi in reverse of the laying movements she used to place eggs, only now they moved with greater force to make up for the lack of assistance from the converted binturong's abdominal muscles, but to fight gravity as well. -Oh, yes, my sister, you have done well- The queen thought-spoke, as she was unable to draw enough breath for regular speech through her clenched teeth.
Deborah just groaned in pleasure as her body slowly became overwhelmed in pleasure, both from her faux contractions and from the powerful flexing of Lia's ovipositor within her cunt. She could feel the large volume of seed, heavy as it had been within her, slowly drain away, and that feeling alone was so unusual, so counter to everything her earthly mind was supposed to feel that it triggered a whole new wave of perverted excitement within her consciousness. Before she knew it, Deborah was cumming, and she leaned up and grasped her queen, pulling her body up and squeezing against the binturong's bristly fur, the dog's claws pressing down hard, and only the intervention of Lia's back plates kept them from drawing blood, while the ovipositor in her continued to powerfully flex. -Yes yes yes yes yes- She thought, repeating the word over and over as her body convulsed, before her mind went blank from sheer pleasure overload.
Even Lia felt the heat of the moment, but perversely, she could not cum, not so long as her body needed to finish sucking up her brother's seed from her hive-sister's belly. Instead, the queen continued to hold herself up on her arms, supporting herself and the weight of the collie as Deborah remain clutched on. Eventually, the pumping stopped, and Lia let out an explosive gasp of air as she released a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Without the ovipositor's constant flexing, Deborah's climax finally came to an end, and she released Lia and fell to the bed in a soft plop, completely and utterly drained from the night's activities.
Lia remained in position for a few more moments as she waited to see if anything else would happen, not having done this thing before and finding the genetic memory record somewhat undocumented in this regard. Soon enough, she moaned again as both her ovipositor and Deborah's cervix relaxed back into their normal shapes, and the hybrid queen slowly retracted her ovi in quiet frustration. I so want to fuck someone right now, she thought, as the incredibly sensual feeling of her brother's seed pooled in her belly and the feelings of the reverse mating brought her close to orgasm, but not quite getting there. A look down to Deborah's face, however, told Lia that the collie was in no shape for any more sex at the moment, and the binturong was not yet ready to take her brother for the hive.
I guess I'll have to take care of this myself, then, she thought, pushing herself to kneel over the collie, leaving her somewhat tired ovipositor slowly writhing above the fluffy belly of her convert. Lia used her newly freed hands to begin stroking her fleshy organ, and she moaned in relieved pleasure as her body responded to the stimulation. Already wet from even before mating the collie again, the ovipositor was positively dripping now with lubricant, mental suppressants, and for the moment, stray globs of sperm. Lia felt a shiver of perverse pleasure as these various droplets fell down and matted Deborah's fur as she pumped herself, slowly increasing to a furious pace. Eventually, she realized that when she came, her organ would spray its fluid over the now-unconscious collie. This thought alone was so stimulating that it was the final push, and Lia moaned out as her ovi contracted and poured out a stream of slime from within her body, the various contractions sending it splattering Deborah from face to groin in clear, viscous fluid.
Lia gave one final shudder at seeing that, and one final pulse of her goo left the end of her organ's tip before she finally collapsed, falling forward and just barely braking her fall before she would slam into Deborah. As it was, the binturong could only support herself for a split second before she succumbed to her own exhaustion, and lay down atop the gooey mess she had made of Deborah's fur. Mmm, feels so right, Lia thought as she began to drift off to sleep, her mind already making plans for the new day that would dawn in only a few hours.