The Brood Mother of Orion
#2 of Random Stuff
It was big and round, fertile and wide open for all to see and better still, to take.
Planet Orion hung beyond the forward viewport of the capital ship, a cloud scudded blue marble that shined in the eyes of Empres Arya as she perched on her command chair at the center of the craft's bridge. She was a Lioness, her body lean by the conditioning and strength, tuned for killing as required for a leader to be worthy of following among the Mrrshan. She bore the striking silver fur as all members of her clan did. The flight suit was a dark purple, mimicking the deep blue uniforms of the naval officers. It was form fitting but lacking the excess of ribbons or other insignia. One look at the fierce Empress' eyes was enough to show her authority.
To Arya it felt as if she were all alone with the planet at that moment. The crew worked at their stations to place them in orbit, the ship's reactor hummed and the control panels or comm arrays made a racket but none of this registered with the Empress. Not even the last bits of debris from that strange automated guardian ship burning up in Orion's atmosphere were noticeable to her. She savored every nanosecond of the approach, sure that life would never again be able to offer such a rush.
Of course Arya had to maintain her dignity in front of her subjects. As much as she wanted to rave from the ceiling, she showed only a small grin on her face as her tail's tip meanwhile worked itself back and forth madly. Orion was hers , a destiny first seen by the prophets before their species could even reach the moon of their homeworld.
They were all just a bunch of kittens chasing a silvery ball back then. Just as Arya was a kitten when she was waging war with those other lowly races of the galaxy. She had taken their empires, leaving each with a single poor, hellish backwater rock to contemplate their foolishness. Those silly small time wars were the furthest thing from her mind.
Orion shall be the throne of all the heavens and every soul within
And it would be her tight, coin bouncing ass that would sit on that throne.
The huge capital ship unleashed a long, slender shuttle from its bowels. The craft sliced across space toward the planet with the graceful precision of a dart, heading for the single city. What was so fantastical about the ruins on Orion was perhaps their simplicity. In terms of sheer size, it could hardly be classed as a mid sized colony. Seamless towers and pyramids of a deep chromatic cobalt, pristinely untouched by time or nature as though the inhabitants had merely walked off hours prior. No signals, no hidden machinery ticking away. Not even a heat signature to be detected.
Except for the big tower at the center of town, ringed by soaring arches and crystalline windows. A prismatic aura seemed to surround it and set the flecks of gold in the walls pulsating with light. With a bump, the shuttle landed and the glass canopy rose to let the warm fresh air inside. Arya was outside before the squad of power armor-clad guards could disembark from the rear ramp.
She moved up the huge stairs leading straight up to the tower's set of doors which extended up a few stories. The guards behind her clomped in their armor attempting to keep up, but she held up a fist for them to halt when a bright light split the doors at their seam. The pair of huge metal slabs glided aside, a movement of the still metal to acknowledge the true master of the galaxy.
The hall inside was cavernous and a procession of silver sarcophagi overlooked the main aisle leading from the entrance toward the far side. The dead were depicted with metal faces forged on the lids of the receptacles which Arya took a moment to examine. Bulbous eyes and mandibles, antlike bodies and faces. The original Orionians were clearly insectoid. The largest of the sarcophagi waited at the far side of the chamber, a golden figure with diamond eyes at the top of a series of circular daises forming a staircase.
The air itself seemed to freeze as Arya stepped onto the bottom of the dais. Some kind of machinery was humming to life beneath her feet and it levered the gold sarcophagus downward. The lid cracked open, causing the Empress to take a step back in apprehension fearing that the planet had one more guardian had been placed to watch the world. Instead, the great sarcophagus transformed, splitting and reconfiguring itself until it had formed a throne with the two faceted diamonds resting at the front of each handrest. Arya raised her fists skyward in triumph, feeling a yowl of delight building up at the base of her throat.
But then- her hunter's instincts shook her all at once. There was someone...no, some thing, standing directly behind her. Standing there was a gigantic, fat black insect. An ant-like creature just like the images on the sarcophagi but now in the flesh and chitin. The artwork did no justice for the creature standing twice as tall as Arya.
With a sweeping gesture of one of its six long thin limbs, the creature bowed. Its antennae and mandibles worked constantly.
"Welcome to Orion, my dear. You are...certainly an interesting specimen,"
The ant's voice was deep and it didn't seem to come mechanically but rather though some psychic means.
"Wh...who are..." Arya actually stuttered, eyes locked on the big black orbs of the ant.
"I am Killik, the master of Orion," It said simply, "All Orions as a matter of fact,"
"You?! Wait, _all _ Orions?"
A nod of the strange head, "Our kind became trans-dimensional a long time ago. We have placed an Orion in every suitable dimension along with one of our robotic guardian drones. We use its defeat as a good measure that a galaxy is worthy of us to rule over. We bring only the strongest from all dimensions into our empire,"
Arya's hand had moved on its own to the chrome pistol at her side, "We saw this place in a prophecy. It was supposed to be mine..."
"We sent the same message to all sentients in the galaxy, to give your kind purpose,"
Killik gestured toward the entrance, "Come and see that we have returned,"
Arya's murderous thoughts were quashed when she saw what was outside. The bright Orion morning had become overcast with the amount of ships that had then filled the skies. More were appearing in bright flashes of light, all of which looked identical to the guardian ship that had watched over the Orion system, that had taken an entire war effort a decade in the making to defeat. There was no way.
"Oh, you should be proud," Killik said, noticing the expression on Arya's face, "It's quite an accomplishment to overcome one of our drones. Now..."
There was a cacophony of clicking and hissing in the chamber behind them. The sarcophagi lining the chamber were opening. Flooding out into the daylight were more insects similar in appearance to Killik though not nearly as huge. They stood only half that of Arya's height, much skinnier but with the same glossy black chitin.
One of Killik's long slender arms reached over and touched the Empress' shoulder, grasped lightly with the two clamp like appendages that served as hands. It brought her gaze back to him as he hunched over blanketing her with his shadow.
"Now we should discuss your reward for bringing this dimension to our attention,"
A reward? Well, that sounded at least a bit promising. At the very least, hopefully she and everyone else in the galaxy were not about to be devoured.
Another of the appendages stroked her cheek.
"Dear, it shall be your honor to carry my royal hatchlings,"
He signalled toward a group of the insects in the chamber and they moved toward her. Arya's head whipped around at them as they descended on her. Her protests were dronwed out behind the gaggle of insectoid limbs and twitching antennae. Their strange bodies pressed in around her, their hands moving through her fur and mandibles working against her.
She was taken by the hand and urged back inside the tower, down a hall that had revealed itself in the smooth walls of the throne room. She gave an angry yowl which caused them to release her, but only for a moment. She had time to take a step back before the ants began to climb up her legs, clinging effortlessly to her body and tickling intensely as they scaled her body. She couldn't go anywhere as there was a deceptive wealth of strength behind the small, thin forms of the insects.
Fabric ripped as one of them sliced into the back of her suit and stripped the uniform away. As it did, the antennae probed her naked body. Now there was a peculiar rustling sound as the creature's mandibles began to work against her with a tickle that was absolutely maddening. A flush of heat came to her face as she jostled herself back and forth against the sensation. Her body wanted to twitch violently, to shake the creatures off her and yet she could not. The nibbling wave moved from her feet to her knees and up her legs, caused a gasp when they reached her crotch and down her long tail to its very tip. Up to her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, about to scream for all she was worth when it was suddenly over.
Emperor Killik filled the golden throne of the universe as his concubine was escorted down the aisle toward him. Aside from the Orionians packing the chamber, also present was the Mrrshan crew of the capital ship as well as the guards who had escorted Empress Arya here had been brought in peacefully, knowing already that it was futile to try and fight the Orionians and with their Empress effectively captured there was little else to do but surrender.
Arya stood before the throne completely naked and not just due to the loss of her uniform. Every inch of the proud Lioness' lush fur coat had been shaven, and she was now bald. She crossed her arms over her breasts and the now quite skinny, ratlike tail tucked itself between her legs as she shivered slightly. High on one of her buttocks, Killik's symbol had been tattooed- a circle of dots crossed by two slashes in the center.
"Ah good," Killik said, "Now that you are more presentable, let us not waste time bringing the royal family into the world,"
Arya's fellow Mrrshan shuffled uncomfortably seeing their ferocious leader in such a state. Eyes fell to the floor but not for long, drawn back to the bizarre sight.
The two escorts prodded her forward. He took hold of her with all of his limbs and lifted her gently upward easily. The giant mandibles big enough to take her head off parted and a cluster of tentacles shot into her mouth, slimy but filling her throat so completely that it merely twitched with a gag. The tentacles contracted, tugging Arya's head until it was anchored against Killik's mouth, and then clamped firmly but gently in place by the mandibles.
Killik's rear end curled upward to bring the two foot long ovipositor to bear. It was ribbed and rock solid with its chitinous composition, pressing at the Lioness' bald vagina. Its head was flared out into a sort of blunted cone which parted her labia as the Emperor held her in place and pushed it up inside her. His antennae pressed into her buttocks and spread the cheeks apart as he pushed further. Arya's scream was muffled as more of the ovipositor sunk into her until the head disappeared and the shaft started.
The warm, wet womb was a perfectly suitable place to which the royal eggs would be enrusted in great quantities. The ovipositor twitched then began to piston up and down into her. Among the officers and crew who had come to fear the Empress, seeing the leader they feared in such a state caused rather confusing boners given the situation.
Killik ran Arya's tail through his hand, using another to smack her buttocks as she moaned with tentacle and slime muffled pleasure. Her bald body quivered, slick with sweat she worked up riding the giant ant. A burst of thick goo shot into her womb with such pressure that it bulged her stomach out briefly. The marble sized gooey eggs flowed into her and rooted instantly into the Lioness' inner walls. She was bloated with the Emperor's eggs until she looked to be nine months pregnant with quadruplets.
When her womb was full, Killik withdrew his ovipositor and switched to her buttocks. Again she groaned and strained, body shuddering with the effort to withstand her anus being stretched out. Pleasure now after the business. Killik took his time in Arya's ass, thrusting in with longer, slower strokes that bent her backwards at the height of each stroke. The mating process went on for hours and was followed up by a feast. It was the start of a new age for the galaxy as every planet would soon discover.
Some time later...
Arya approached the throne and offered up the platter to the Emperor. He touched the liquid in the big goblet and touched the tip of his hand to his mouth.
"Hmm...sugar...."
Arya had changed in the months following the reappearance of the Orionians. She was kept hairless and nearly constantly pregnant by the Emperor, and this combined with the Orionian diet of nutrient rich honey tasting substances had caused her to pack on quite a bit of weight. Her bulging belly was now draped over by her breasts swollen to gigantic sagging sacks of milk that dangled to her waist.
So far, Arya had birthed 92 of Killik's offspring. As he took the goblet from the platter, she turned to leave but stopped when there was a pang in her stomach, followed by four more. Eggs burst within her in explosions of slime and her newest squirming children. She stopped and glanced down as spindly limbs reached out of her pussy, pushing the lips aside.
The insectoid head appeared, blinking in the light of the outside world. The tiny ant's eyes held a greenish tint to them, just like Arya's. As she watched, it pulled itself out followed by its four siblings. They crawled up her body and gathered at each of her breasts, their mandibles tickling her nipples until they began to dribble milk.
Killik touched her shoulder, having noticed the hatchlings. He leaned over her, watching them nurse.
"Ahh. Good, more Orionians for our cause. Well done as always, dear,"
He followed this up with a smack on Arya's ass which caused the fattened, stretch mark crossed cheeks to jiggle. She felt the familiar ovipositor rising to press up between her legs.
"It's about time we fill you up once more, isn't it?"