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The Hive's Newest Informant

For FlimFlamFun5

By Draconicon

Chance's assignment had been to sneak around the enemy battle lines, scout out alternate routes around their defenses, and then report back. The Dalmatian had managed the first part of that assignment, but while he was in the process of scouting some new paths between the canine base and the feline fortresses, he ended up stumbling over something that he had never imagined.

They'd come out of the ground, dozens of bugs. They were covered in some sort of chitin, armored against the blaster bolts that he shot their way, and they overwhelmed him in seconds. He was carried off the surface and down one of the bug holes, left helpless as smaller members of their group pinned his hands behind his back, keeping him from fighting back as they pulled him along.

Shit, shit, shit.

He squirmed, trying to pull one arm loose, at least. If he could at least activate his tracking beacon -

But no. He was already dozens of feet down below the planet's surface, and that would block all but the faintest emanation of his beacon. They'd have to be right on top of him to find him, now.

Deeper and deeper the bugs took him, until he was somewhere past the lights of the upper world. No daylight crept down this far, and they hadn't allowed him to turn on the lights of his armored suit. Nothing worked without an external touch, these days, not since AI had been banned from the use of military equipment. He was really wishing that the High Barks back home had changed their mind about that.

Not that he could do anything about that now. The bugs dragged him through the dark, navigating by something other than sight, and soon, he was pressed up against the wall, his back flattened against it and his head thumping against the solid rock. The bug around his wrists oozed something, something that hardened rapidly, and then wiggled off of him.

Chase took a deep breath, trying to adjust to the darkness. It was all around him, oppressive and hard to deal with, and he couldn't see anything past two or three feet from his person. His equipment was all bashed to pieces from the long haul down the tunnels, and he doubted that his weapons would have any better effect down here than they'd had on the surface.

Still, he could try diplomacy.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He waited for an answer, but there was nothing. Nothing but the clitter-clatter of the bugs at his feet and around his sides.

"My name is Chance Destra, and I'm part of the Canine Alliance. We're just here for a war with the felines. If you let me go, there'll be no further intrusions. I promise."

Again, there was no answer. Or at least, not one that he understood. The clattering of the bugs got louder, though, and he didn't know if that was a good thing.

He shuffled back and forth where he sat, half-hoping that the cluster of insects had forgotten about him. If that was the case, then there was the chance of getting his balance back and escaping. Not a very good chance, admittedly, but that was all he could -

"Gah!"

Something had grabbed him by the leg, pulling on his ankle. He tried to pull it back, but there was no chance in hell that he was going to get his limb back, not when he saw what it was.

It was vaguely person-shaped, though with six arms rather than the usual two, and its head was topped with antennae, and its mouth was a set of mandibles. Its skin was almost golden in color, and while it had a more defined thorax, almost making it look person-like, it had a large abdomen that pushed out like an ant, bulbous and thick.

Most creepy, however, was the thing that it held in its lower arms, something that was long, unsegmented, and wriggled like a giant millipede without the legs. It squirmed more as it came closer to him, and Chance shook his head.

"Oh, no no no no, you gotta be kidding me! Get that thing away!"

No matter how the Dalmatian squirmed, however, he wasn't able to get his ankle free of the insect's grip. While it kept him pinned with two arms, and used two more to hold the squirming worm thing, it used the last two to reach down and pull at his scout suit.

Normally, that would have been fine. Nobody could have ripped it with just their bare hands. Even the claws of the felines weren't sharp enough to accomplish that. However, this thing must have had knives built into its fingers or something, because -

RIIIIIP!

Feeling the cold air of the underearth against his rump, Chance tried to kick the monster away. Yet, for all his struggles, he couldn't do even that much. It held him tight, keeping him from getting away, and the worm thing came closer and closer.

Finally, its bulbous head pressed under his tail, and he felt it spit something against his rim. It was hot, wet, and slimy beyond anything that he had ever felt in his life. Even the prostate exams that the doctors did didn't get as much lube back there as this thing produced.

And then, it jumped in.

"GAH!"

Chance slumped backwards, falling onto the small of his back. The creature lifted his legs up, holding his ass of the ground as the worm slithered deeper and deeper into him. The lube kept it from hurting, kept him from screaming in agony, but -

"NNNGH! AAAAGH!"

He screamed regardless, his cheeks burning as the alien monstrosity wormed its way deeper and deeper into his ass. He could feel the smooth chitin along its body rubbing against his inner walls, could feel it nibbling in places. Not hard, not painfully, but almost like it was testing for something, looking for the right point.

Each little nibble sent a strange shock of pleasure through him, making his cock throb in the front of his suit. It didn't take long before he was pitching a tent in the front of his scout suit, and his cheeks burned as he tried to look away from the strange 'rape' that was going on.

Nibble, nibble, nudge. It was passing well past his prostate now, going deeper than any exam that he'd ever had in the past. How much further could it go, he wondered? It was past his bowels, well into his colon, and he didn't know how much further it could -

"Ah!"

He gasped, feeling it press into him in a very different way, feeling the tip of the creature nudging against the bones of his spine. The sheer strangeness of that sensation defied explanation, feeling almost impossible, like this wasn't something that someone should ever actually feel. It was pressure from the inside, a discomfort and a pleasure at the same time, a tickling, tingling feeling that made him confused more than anything else.

That sensation, however, was infinitely preferred to what came next.

There was no nibble, but a bite, a sudden puncture that went from his insides to his spine. The connection between the worm creature and his body was established, and in that moment, it was pain. Lightning surged up and down his spine, or so it felt, and he arched his back, becoming almost an imitation of the letter 'n' from his tail to his head. His mouth hung open in a soundless scream as the second of pain and agony stretched out for what felt like minutes.

And then, it changed.

"Ah - AH!"

Chance gasped, a blast of pleasure running through him that was so strong that the memory of pain was utterly obliterated. His eyes went wide, his stomach pulled in tight, and his cock -

"NNNGH!"

He bit off a howl as he was made to cum right then and there, the front of his scouting uniform darkening from his pent-up seed. Another pulse -

"AH!"

Another orgasm, and he was cumming a second time, the swirling, pulsing mess of seed in his suit making it stick around his cock, soaking into it. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his mouth hanging open as the pleasure continued to pulse through him, almost making it feel like every part of his body was having an orgasm at the same time, like he was 'cumming' through his fingers, through his toes, through his nipples, mouth, and ass. Everything felt like it was receiving its own individual orgasm.

As the pleasure rippled through him, so did something else. Something...something that...pushed him...down...

Scout. Intruder. One of many.

The words echoed in his head, and he stared straight ahead as he felt the pressure of a different intelligence in his head. It wasn't communicating with him, either; he merely heard what it was saying as it spoke to itself.

Easy to imitate. Name? Chance. Scout. Has a friend with benefits. Serves the dogs. More information...

He could feel the pulses of pleasure changing again, getting stronger, but with a backflow of something else, almost like each gradual pulse of pleasure was followed by something being pulled out of his head. Information wasn't being lost, but it was being...taken...copied...put somewhere else.

Chance collapsed, the last of the creature wriggling into his hole, and he could feel his asshole gaping, sliming up, dripping out from under his tail with something that was not his own juices.

This one is Hive.

He opened his mouth, then stopped. Not because he wanted to, but because the thing inside of him stopped him.

An extension of Hive. No more, no less. Stand.

The Dalmatian did as he was told, his body moving, acting under its own will with the encouragement of the thing in his asshole. He stood up, looked around, and he felt the other members of the hive.

And as he did, he could feel the pulses of pleasure getting stronger. Soon, he would be subsumed beneath it, but for now, for this brief moment, he realized just how fucked his people were.

The End

Summary: Chance the Dalmatian has been captured by an alien species of bugs and taken underground. When they finally show him what they want, it might be more of a price than he can pay...

Tags: M/solo, M/parasite, parasite, worm, insect, dog, dalmatian, canine, science fiction, sci-fi, infestation, mind control, body control, hive mind, orgasm, pleasure, forced pleasure, forced orgasm, cum, wet, slimy,