Into the Mound
An old RP from my archive.
"On a distant world human colonists set up a research outpost but one young colonist is a little too daring in his explorations. Just what has he gotten himself into?"
This is incomplete, we never got to the tf sadly.
-Into the Mound- [Part 1] Co-Written by triskaidekathon
Such pure light shone down across Orilla... It truly seemed like a wild paradise to the colonists and Arik was no exception. The eighteen year old human ventured down the gentle slope of the grassy hill, gazing up at the numerous moons in the sky, visible even during the daytime. He reached to brush his dishwater blond hair out of his eyes. He was tall and lithe with a fair bit of muscle from loading and unloading supplies. Still, once the research outposts were settled he had weeks at a time to himself. It was time to start exploring. His eyes focused on the treeline and he moved at a fair pace. The trees were evenly spaced, perfect for walking between, with low-lieing fern-like plants and thick mosses covering the space between. Each tree was thick-trunked, rosey bark smooth and lusterous to the sight and touch, and every branch was bowed down, heavy with the weight of large, heavy fruits, deep red and fuzzy like peeches, but nearly as large as melons. Earlier testing had confirmed them to be non-toxic and safe for consumption, though no one had been tempted to eat one yet.
Arik moved into the orchard, a gleam in his eye. He was a dare devil to be sure, taking risks... But the rest of the team were adults... Hip deep in regulations and in their studies. A health test was fine with him and it was too hard to resist. Arik moved to the far end of the trees and carefully tried dislodging one of the huge fruits. He was careful not to bruise it before he sat down, the fruit on his lap. He licked his lips before taking a gentle bite, the faint blond fuzz on his chin rubbing against the red fuzz of the fruit as his teeth broke the skin, the suculant juice running out. It was... A distinctive taste to be sure. Powerful, actually, like a mixture of plum orange and cherry, almost overwhelming in the sheer strength of the taste, and perhaps sweeter than any natural thing he had ever tasted before. The juice was red like the skin and flesh, deep red, and when he bit it gushed out, covering his chin and dripping down his shirt. The smell was almost overpowering in it's sweetness. Could such a fruit possibly be natural? Surely something so easily reachable and so filled with nutrients would be swarmed with insects and herbivores? Although, then again, maybe it was simply toxic to the native creatures, and it was a fluke that it happen to be edible to humans at all.. These fruit lined trees went on for acres, and Arik noticed that he could see down a straight corridor of the forest, like the trees had been planted in perfect lines.
Arik hesitated a bit, looking along the orchard that was far more fitting to the term than he had first thought. The red juice soaked his fuzzy chin, giving him the illusion of a goatee. A faint chill ran down his spine as he contemplated the truth before his eyes... The planet was supposed to be uninhabited. When was nature so precise? Still, they had no signs of sentient life on any probe or manned scans... Surely it was some strange coincidence. Arik looked back at the melon fruit... It would be a shame to waste it after all. He also rather liked how messy it was, a rare pleasure after such sterile conditions in a lab. Arik resumed eating, the juice squirting all over as he bit into it, savoring the strange and unique harmony of flavors. The fruit was large, certainly, but seemed to condense easily as it was consumed. It also appeared that most of it was juice, and most of the juice ended up soaking Arik, using the material of his clothes to coat his back, completely staining everything below the neck. The warm, sticky liquid trickled down every crease of his body, gathering in the crack of his ass and coating his cock and balls, leaving a tinglig sensation where it gathered, in addition to staing the skin a deep purple. The pit of the fruit was was the size of a golf-ball, but smooth, silver and iridescent. It caught the light of the sun with a sparkle, reflecting everything around Arik, but what caught his eye the most was a spark of firey light on it's left corner, reflecting something deeper into the woods.
Arik let out a gentle groan, his eyes devious. He revelled in the fruit juice soaking him, looking at the purple all over him. He felt so messy, so rebellious... His sticky soaked pants swole gently, revealing just how pleased he was with the situation. The tingling certainly helped as well. Arik gave himself a good grope before he pulled the silver pit out of the fruit, sliding into his pocket as he ventured forward, exploring even more, not even wanting to take off his shirt because the fruit juice smelled so good. Deeper into the woods, the corridor of trees narrowed gradualy, while still remaining ostensibly straight, while of to the sides, the trees began to form curves, and Arik couldn't help but note that it felt like he was walking into the middle of a massive circle. His suspicions were confirmed as he entered the heart of the woods, though they were just as quickly forgotten as he saw what had caught his attention. In the center of the woods was a massive set of organic structures unlike anything he'd ever seen. Tall columns of some translucent, golden resin formed a tall circle, gently curving out, desplaying hollow openings in their tops from which gushed warm, sweet air, the scent of which Arik new was tantilizingly familiar, although he couldn't place it. In the center of this ring rose a squat, mushroom like structure of the same material, with curving tunnels in the base spiraling down into the earth, sucking at the air around it.
Arik stood in shock, awed by the massive structures, his perception of Orilla and sciences and nature and life changed in an instant. What seemed like minutes passed in an instant, Arik merely taking in the sight and sounds, the smell... The air was so nice, surprisingly so... but who or what had built all this? It wasn't a coincidence, the trees weren't either. Arik swallowed gently. Anyone who had built something so beautiful... surely they wouldn't be hostile. Arik slowly advanced, being as careful as possible. The ground was coated in the same golden resin near the structures, smooth and hard, yet slightly giving, like a tough leather or some kind of plastic. Arik's shoes, slipery from being soaked with juice couldn't traverse the surface, so he pulled them off, setting them by one of the tall, bent columns before proceeding barefooted, toes gingerly feeling out the glassy, warm material as he drew closer to the central mushroom structure.
Arik wriggled his toes in the surface of the resin, amazed by it. So smooth, tough, and yet relaxed. It was beyond his wildest comprehension but he was avid to experience it all. Arik moved around the outside of the mushroom structure, examining a few of the gaps in it before he selected one closest to where he had left his shoes. Slowly the blond teenager peered into the interior, taking a step and then another until he was inside, meandering around gently. The entrance into the mushroom led into a tunel perhaps three times his height, gently sloping down and curving inward, so that anything beyond a few feet was obscured to his vision. The insides were made of the same golden resin, though this deep inside it was opaque rather than transparent. The further in Arik went, the steeper the slope became, and given the glassy smooth texture and his recently aquired wetness, it would be all to easy to loose his footing, slip and begin to slide depper into whatever this organic structure was. As he progressed though, he noted something dimly glowing depper down and farther ahead, sending pulsating light around the gentle bend.
Given the diminished capacity to walk safely or see Arik was just starting to consider heading back and sharing his find but the pulsating light caught his attention... More than anything biological, subteranian light was another ground breaking discovery... It could have been bioluminescence but it also could have been actual technology, technology sophisticated enough to be masked from sensors. Arik tried to get a grip of the wall and lean around the curved hall a bit but his hand slipped off and Arik tumbled, falling onto the ground. He yelped, sliding head first down the tunnel, his hands grasping at the smooth floor without any chance to slow his decent. His descent became ever faster as the tube gradualy deepend it's slope, nearly hitting fortyfive on the horizontal. Light after light strobed past as he rocketed downward, passing to fast to be observed, only allowing him to note how very, very far down he was... Before he was unceremoniously ejected into a larger tunnel, landing face down in a crumpled heap as he slid into the middle of the horizontal tube. Although he couldn't see anything with his face against the floor, he was surrounded by an eerie, breathless silence that made his hairs stand up on end.
Arik panted gently, his heart racing a mile a minute. He knew he was in trouble... There was no way he'd make it back up the way he came in, it'd be impossible to climb all of that... But panic wouldn't do him any good. He'd already shot enough adrenaline. Arik slowly rolled over onto his back, thankful the resin that made up the huge structure was so frictionless or he would have lost his nose and a few other important bits. Arik gazed back up the tunnel, spotting the lights. He slowly hazarded to sit up... slowly realizing that the breathless silence wasn't just a sensory trick, it was in fact very present. Arik froze where he was. He could now see that he wasn't alone. Indeed, he was as not-alone as a person could possibly be; he was surrounded. All along the length of the tunnel, chitinous, black, ant-like creates stared unblinkingly at him with glowing, amber eyes (seven to each, with a central eye flanked by three eyes on each side), each and every one of them rooted to the spot. They came in all shapes and sizes, from massive, bulky ones the height of elephants standing next to the tunnel walls, to ones half his size standing with him in the middle of the tunnel. One of the small ones in particular, standing right infront of his face, began to quiver and shake violently, and with a sudden motion, jumped like a grasshopper to the side of the tunnel, slaming into a red sphereical protrusion. Instantly, red, glowing veins shot along the sides of the tunnel, and a deep, repeating moan, to much like a siren to be mistooken for anything else, punctuated the tunnel. Then darkness, as a dozen of the ant-like creatures broke from their statuesque shock and piled up on top of him, multitudes of jointed limbs grasping at every appendage he had.
Arik let out a scream that echoed in every direction, hopelessly absorbed by the labarynthical maze of tunnels. He struggled for a moment but the limbs around him were so strong he was afraid resisting would mean a very drastic change to the last few minutes of his life. Arik relaxed after that, not putting up a fight, trying not to get crushed between the numerous creatures. His heart was beating so fast he felt as if it might explode. He would have been much safer with the fruit outside... The ant beings pulled Arik off into a side chamber a dark, a fleshy black spinchter sealing the room shut as they entered. The strange moaning siren continued to blare, though it was decidedly muffled here. The alien creatures reposition themselves, one each grasping onto his arms and legs, while another came and started to, off all things, lick at his toes with a long, transparent, amber coloured tongue-like tentacle that issue forth from between its mandibles. Warm, sticky, golden fluid issued forth, covering his toes and trickly down his feet in syrupy trails. The ant creature continued to lick, adding layers and spreading the mess over his feet, until Arik realised he couldn't wriggle his toes anymore; the material had solidified, encasing them. The creatues pushed his legs together, letting the licking one slowly cover them over and cement them together, slowly working it's way up towards his crotch. Arik panicked gently, wriggling softly. His heart hadn't had a chance to slow down yet and this wasn't helping at all.
"Um... You've incarcerated me, there's no way I can get out... You don't have to cover all of me... I mean you no harm, I come in exploration. I didn't mean to trespass..." Arik said, murmuring softly. It was such an odd feeling... The licking and the goo felt so nice, but being incased was a bit more than he was bargining for. In the diminished light Arik looked at his captors, taking their appearence in. They seemed so similar to ants, other than their size... The variety of the size differences baffled him although it really fascinated him as well... So much functional utility. Arik flinched, his scientific curiosity failing as the smaller ant made it well past his knees. The ant beings holding him cocked their heads as he spoke, then turned their heads to eachother, gently brushing their antennae together as they did. The small one working on his legs continued to make steady progress, covering his calves before he knew what was happening. And what was happening was that the small one had gotten under him (the other alins holding him gently lifted him heigher), and was proceeding to gently lick his taint and the crack of his ass, stopping momentarily to probe his hole, filling it with the viscous liquid which quickly hardened into place, pressing up against his prostate every time his rectum attempted to expel it (futily, as it had quickly been sealed).
Arik let out a long and lingering moan, wirthing sharply as the ants held him. His shaft began hardening, pushing against his fruit soaked pants, pushing at the fabric as it swole longer and thicker. Arik's teased prostate and the friction of his sticky cock rubbing against the fabric was all too much, it all felt too good. As Arik indulged in his captivity his nipples firmed, poking against the thin fabric of his shirt. It had only been designed for day use on the surface and wasn't very substantial. Arik continued to writh gently, flexing his muscles a bit to play with the hardening resin in his ass. He panted softly, a pearl of saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth. The gentle scent of the fruit was reactivated as the saliva ran through the fuzz on his chin. One of the ant beings casualy ripped away the cloth of his pants, scruntched up as it had been pushed up by the little one as it worked. The shirt came of next, again, ripped away without much thought by smooth, black claws. He was lowered slightly again, and the little one began licky at his balls, expanding the tiny slit at the tip of the tentacle, sucking in one testicle and pumping on it lightly. When it retraced it's tentacles tongue to start on his other ball, he could see the one it had been working on was coated in a hard, thick, perfectly spherical shell of amber resin, gleaming in the dim light like a large, golden pearl. A soft 'click' announced that it was done as his balls gently tapped against each other, two warm, gleaming spheres laying beneath his balls, clicking withing every slight movement. The tenacle came down on his cock next, although the small ant-creature was having some difficulty getting past the head of his dick.
"Oh don't stop now..." Arik murmured mostly to himself, panting gently. A faint sweat was rolling down his figure. The exertion and fear and lust all culiminating together. It was a potent combination. Arik's cock was even harder as he took pride in his amber covered balls, they seemed so big. Now that his shaft was free it was swollen as hard and long as it had been in Arik's entire life. He moved his hips gently, hearing the clacking, feeling the pleasure of the resin plug in his ass. If he was going to die at least he was getting an unintentionally erotic experience to begin with. He shuddered, his body pumping out pitiful human pharamones as a result to all the pleasure the boy was experiencing. Arik watched teh smaller ant at the tip of his cock almost fondly, wondering how he might progress. He shuddered happily. The small ant managed to push past the head with a small 'pop', allowing it to engulf Arik's cock entirely in the length of it's tentacle-tongue. Warm amber ooze coated his whole length, lubricating the process... Suddenly, the small ant lifted off, shuddering slightly, and staring intently at the tip of Arik's cock, where a bead of pre had gather. It experimentaly licked at the liquid, enducing another shudder. Just as quickly as it had pulled off it was back on, engulfing his entire dick inside it's oral tentacle, only it wasn't adding more resin... Simply pumping. One of the ants standing gaurd at the spinchter slid a claw down to it's lower midsection, gently pressing it into a deep slit, hissing and clicking slightly as it did. One of the other ants snapped irritably at it, but it ignored the other and continued to slide it's claw in and out of the slit, inducing a a thin trickle of golden liquid to course down a smooth chitinous leg.
"Oh yeah... That's the... ungh... stuff." Arik moaned deeply, eyes sliding shut. He moaned softly and felt a flood of precum, a surprisingly large amount... Then again he was being more stimulated than he had been in his life, his prostate included. Arik opened his eyes, watching as he sprayed his salty precum into the ant's tentacle tongue, force feeding it human pre... If he liked just one drop he couldn't imagine how the little guy would react to all that. Arik's eyes drifted to the guard playing with himself. This was certainly a culture he could come to respect. Even with their prisoners they were having fun... and he was too. Arik smiled gently, wondering if these creatures would consent to keep him as a love slave instead of killing him... It could certainly work. Arik muttered gently as he started thrusting softly against the ant's tongue, trying to increase their mutual pleasure. The smaller ant creature was pumping furiously with it's tongue at this point, trying to draw as much of the sweet, alien liquid as it could from this creature, it's task momentarily forgotten in a feeding frenzy. Almost instinctualy it grasps at Arik's resin-covered balls, squeezing them through the hard, flexible material in order to illicit as much of the rich liquid as it possibly could. The ant by the door had by now coaxed a long, thick, tubular tentacle from it's abdominal slit, a translucent thing of mildly glowing amber flesh the oozed golden liquid not just from it's tip, but from it's surface and the slit it had emerged from. It sat down on the ground, curling itself forward, engulfing the tentacle in it's maw right up to the base, and began to suck as well.
Arik watched in shock and awe as the guard sucked himself down. The human boy had never known such envy until that day. The goo all looked so tasty. He licked his lips before letting out a louder moan, throwing his head back. He couldn't move much but he wriggled just enough to increase his own pleasure. He loved the fact that he was driving his little captor wild. He wanted the being to crave his seed... One more reason to be kept alive. Arik moaned again, overwhelmed by how good the feeding frenzy was. It was the best head he'd ever gotten... He groaned louder and louder before he gasped, head still hanging back a bit. His balls ached and his shaft throbbed and soon thick, rich full cum was spraying down the ant's tongue, flowing deep and hot and unrestrained in its full potent power. The small ant's antennae wriggled excitedly as the rich fluid gushed into it'd feeding tube, and it sucked at Arik's cock with all of it's little might, even long after his orgasm had ceased, desperate to pull a little more of the delicious liquid from the strange, fleshy alien. The ant being by the door let out a small, vibrating hiss as it worked it's own shaft over, sucking and slurping up the golden fluid that issued forth from what may or may not be a penis, but to Arik's mind was certainly close enough. Arik panted hard and deep, reclaiming his breath, his heart slowing back down a bit for the first time since he'd slipped into this oddly sticky situation. Arik smiled fondly to the ant suckling him.
"Sorry little guy... You'll have to wait a little while. I wish I could feed you more now but my balls just aren't that big... I'll work hard on it though, I promise." Arik said, not really expecting the ant to understand him. It continued to suckle a little more, heedless of Arik's alien words, but eventualy came to realize that there was no more of the sweet alien fluid to be had, and so ceased. As it drew back, Arik saw that his cock had been coated in a thinner layer of resin than what had been deposited on his legs or balls, leaving every vein visible beneath the flexible, golden resin, his cock kept stiffly erect by the material even though he felt soft. The standing ants who held him pressed his arms to his sides, and the little one began to move slowly up his torso, cementing everything together. Over by the door, the auto-fellating ant gather a gurgling hiss, golden liquid gushing out of it's maw and collecting in a pool beneath it's groin. After licking itself clean, it proceeded to lick it's ejaculation off the floor, apparently refusing to waist even a single drop of it's own fluids.
"Lucky bastard, not going to share..." Arik moaned softly, panting a little as he was restrained even further. He looked down at his cock, smiling gently, "At least when I'm turned into a statue I'll get to put David to shame... No one's got a golden cock like me." Arik muttered to himself, trying to do anything to keep himself from panicking. He grunted softly, enjoying the feeling of seeming hard despite feeling soft. It was intoxicating. Arik turned to one of his guards, considering for a moment before he leaned his head just enough to lick at the chitonous appendage holding him in place. The lick gets a glance from the gaurd holding him, who then clicks it's manibles at the small ant. It scuries up to Arik's head, and begins to coat his mouth, sealing it shut and coating his chin and neck. As it returns to where it was, it proceeds past the navel, coating his chest evenly with resin that outlines and defines every muscle. The pecs are last, and it swirls inwards towards the niple on each, giveing the sensitive nubs of flesh a gentle suckle. From his mouth to his toes, Arik is coated in solid amber resin, and the gaurd ants lift him upright, setting him like a statue in the center of the room, looking like a golden, erect Adonis.
Arik murmured gently despite his resin muzzle, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible. His casing was so impeccable that it didn't shift at all, holding him in place. Arik knew he was going to get uncomfortable, tired, hungry and thirsty... But he was alive and that was the important thing... and he was proud of his cock. He was sure he could pass some of the time fantasizing, although he knew a disturbing amount of those fantasies would feature insects in a way he never before dreamed.
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For a while all the ant-beings just stood there, staring impassively at Arik (well, except for the small one, who was being very fidgety) and not moving or, so far as he could tell, talking. Minutes seemed to bleed into hours, When the leathery, black spinchter door leadin into the room opened. In marched a troop of more of the 'ant-men', although these ones were different. Rather than the smooth, glassy, black chitin that the other ants possesed, these samples had leather silver skin that seemed stretched and taught, with pulsing dark veins running down the limbs and along the sides. Two carried between them a large, black-cocoon like structure, which they set down and gently stroked with their antennae, causing it to open along an invisible seem. Arik felt a bit of snarky banter rise in his throat but it only emerged as a muffled murmur to the new ants. Arik realized this 'honor guard' of sorts must not leave the hive, seeming more vulnerable without the tough armor. Arik paused as the cocoon was opened, a chill running down his spine. He didn't know what it was for but the odds of him escaping were seeming ever more remote... and the chances of death being a preferable exit strategy seemed to be on the rise as well.
The black ants lifted Arik gently up, then set him lying down in the cocoon. The enterior was red and fleshy, but suprisingly dry. Tiny gill-like structures within appeared to be pumping fresh air through the interior, which became very important when the cocoon was sealed shut once more. A brief jostling informed Arik that he was being lifted again, when a sickly sweet smell, familiar yet distant, began to fill the pod. Thoughts became muggy, and sleep pulled at the edge of his mind. Arik struggled a bit but with the resin that had trapped him in place still covering so much of his body there wasn't anything he could do. His mind grew dizzy and distant, fleeting thoughts of the busy world he came from, the worlds he'd visited... his colleagues... Then sleep took their place, his body relaxing completely.
When he awoke next, the first thing that occured to him (other than being very thankful that he was alive) was the sense that he was free. That is, he no longer felt constrained by the hardened resin. A brief glance would prove this to be mostly true; his arms and legs were covered from the just below the elbows and knees down in resin that slowly thickened as it aproached then covered his hands and feet, ending in half-sphere rounded ends. The weight of his arm-coverings and the rounded nature of the ends on both his arms and legs would force him onto all fours, though for now he was sprawled out on a fleshy, leathery floor. His genitals too, were still covered in the same fashion they had origionaly been sealed in, while a warm flow of air informed him that the butt-plug was still in place, though hollowed. Ariks could feel something funny in his mouth as well- his teeth had been covered in a soft, rounded covering of resin that would make it impossible to bite anything with much force. Never the less, he could move about, if in a limited fashion, and could explore his enviroment.
Arik ran his tongue relentlessly over the covering on his teeth but it wouldn't soften any more than it already was... He shouldn't have licked the guard, they likely surmised his mouth could be used to defend himself. Still, his current status sure beat being a golden statue in a travel case. Arik moved his arms a bit to see how much he could maneuver. The weight was too great to do much but he could still move. What perplexed Arik the most was that the plug in his posterior had been hollowed. It was likely to prevent him from getting so clogged that he died... Or was that the purpose? Arik couldn't guess anything. Arik began crawling along on all fours, heading towards the perimeter of the wall expeimentally, finding the softness in this underground world fascinating.
The room was circular, like the last one, though significantly larger. For the most part the floor, walls and cieling were made from leathery read flesh, tough but soft and ever so slightly moist, but comfortably warm, without being stifflingly muggy. On the cieling of the room was another black spinchter, sealed tight and obviously out of reach. On one side of the room, just at the level of his head as he crawled was a fleshy black protrusion, perhaps six or seven inches long, covered in veins with a slightly knobby end. Above it was a resin plate set flush with the fleshy wall, and carved into that was... A very crudely produced image of what appeared to be a human sucking on the fleshy length. The smell of the resin, from what he remembered of his ealier treatment, suggested it had only be recently made in the last few minutes. On the opposite wall, possitioned much lower was a thicker protrusion with a loose-looking spinchter, the resin plate above that showing the fleshy rod entering into the opposite orifice, with small images of chunks descending down the tube. The only other significant feature was a wide pane of opaque resin set to high up for Arik to reach.
"Well... They like to keep it clean. At least I have facilities..." Arik muttered to himself, an annoying habit but he felt he needed it. He was going to be here a while it seemed but he wasn't going to disappoint them by proving to not be house broken... or hive broken. Arik lumbered around for several minutes, examining both the feeding tube and the waste tube in closer detail, taking it all in. He kept getting drawn back to the pane of resin up high. If it had been a human facility it likely would have been a two way mirror... but how would an insect alien achieve that? Didn't it have to be translucent to be translucent? After some time of exploring Arik's curiosity was punctuated by a growl from his stomach. He eventually moved back over to the protrusion... fleshy, black... depicting that he feed. Arik extended his tongue gently, running it subtly over the knobby end.
The fleshy feeding rod possesed a distinctly musky taste to the skin, and a velvety texture, soft and easy on the tongue. The tissue itself seemed semi-firm, perhaps like silicone. The lick itself illicits a slight shudder, and a thin slit in the tip of the knob flexes slightly, a small, clear drop of syrupy fluid emenating and hanging from the bottom of the slit. A faint scent, musty rich assaults Arik's nose as the little drop leaks out, stirring something in his body. Arik murmured happily, surprised by the reaction of the feeding rod. It was almost as if it was alive. Arik ran his tongue around the tip before collecting the musky drop, letting it slide over his tongue and down his throat. He murmured, feeling harder again as he opened his mouth just enough for his lips to glide up along the rod, caressing it and its pulsating veins. As Arik's hot saliva coated the soft rod he began to suck gently, the walls of his cheeks massaging the black rod, tugging at it gently.
The drop tastes as rich as it smells, sweet and savory at once. Taking the whole thing into his mouth seems to bring the whole rod to pulsating life, and it begins to throb vigorously. The liquid comes in a trickle at first, then the trickle becomes a stream, flowing warm and easy into Arik's mouth like syrup from a nozzle. Arik closed his eyes, sucking on the rod, gulping the amazing cream down. It felt strangly right to be drinking this way. He sucked and slurped on the feeding tube, not wasting a single drop. His stomach soon felt warm as it filled with the creamy goodness, such an exotic flavor. It had the sweetness of the fruit or honey... but a muskyness at the same time, the savory richness that was undeniable. As Arik sucked the rod continued to pulse under his ministrations; indeed, it's throbbing seems to grow more intense as he sucks, yet the fluid comes less and less, until it takes intense sucking to pull out even a small drop... And then the fleshy rod explodes, or seems to from Arik's point of view, as a different liquid, thick and sweet and mildly mitalic (very much like the rare sample of honey he may have had the chance to taste before arriving on this alien world), gushes into his mouth, coursing down his through and dribbling out of the corners of his mouth in thin golden rivulets.
Arik felt close to orgasm, gulping at the honey like cum that flowed into his mouth, excited to have it leaking along his body. He relaxed his throat to let the feeding tube flow directly into his stomach, shuddering as his shaft began to expell his own thick cum. It was sweeter than the clover honey he'd had as a delicacy on Earth, the taste so intense. Arik's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gulped and swallowed and let the amazing substance fill him. Thoughts fled his mind, he merely accepted the pulsating wall and the glorious food it gave him. All good things must come to an end though, and so did this, the steady gushing of honey-like substance drawing to a close, the long rod slackening, then withdrawing from Arik's mouth, slipping past his resin coated teeth and becoming flush with the wall, the only sign it had been there a leather spinchter. On the floor, dribblings from the tube and his own explusions mixed freely, smelling strongly and filling the warm, moist chamber with enticing scent. As the guard had before him Arik leaned down and started lapping up the goo on the floor, savoring every drop until he had cleaned all evidence of his fun. He ran his tongue around his mouth as much as possible before he tried to find a comfortable position. His life was so very very odd now... But he kept finding very nice ways to pass the time. He hummed to himself softly, looking up at the panel above him curiously once more.
It was fortuitous then that he had chosen to look up, as something very interesting was happening. The resin panel (which at a guess Arik reckoned to be about eight feet tall and 15 wide) began to shift colour, it's opaque golden hue slowly draining away from the center out, leaving it clear as crystal and revealing the room on the other side. Dozens of ant-men rushed about, carrying strange biological implements, or standing at bizare organic consols controled not through buttons or pads, but the mere touch of their antennae. One ant-being imparticular Arik recognised as being one of the silvery ones. It reached up one of it's claws, touching a small black orb imbedded into it's chest. The silver, leathery flesh across it's body began to quiver and twitch, then receed, drawing back inch by inch into the expanding black orb, revealing uniform black chitin underneath. The black orb, now three times it's original size, plopped down into the ant beings waiting claws, whenceforth it deposited it on a resin rack besides several just like it. The main action was right infront of the panel though. A small ant-man with a large head appeared to be clicking it's mandibles at a sleek, slim, man-sized one, who was flanked by two large, brutish ones. Arik couldn't hear them, but what sense he could make of the scene suggested that the small one was some kind of scientist or specialist of some kind, while the sleek one was some kind of military or political personel, and the two big flanking ants were obviously bodyguards. The slim on in particular seemed to be looking down at him, and it tapped at the resin pane curiously, like a child at the zoo. The small one start to click furiously at it, causing it's claw to retract slowly from the pane and return to the conversation.
Arik hadn't reacted to the clicking on the resin, having been excited by the activity well before that. He was surprised to see the 'honor guard' or whatever they were had simply been wearing pulsating goo. There was no limit to what they could do... They had drawings, power, control systems, hiararchy... It was a fully developed species that could have been well beyond his own... and yet they had such delicious honey. Arik's mind drifted to his meal, his manhood already feeling hard again before he shook his head, reminding himself of the task at hand. He kept his head upwards, watching and learning. If he survived he would have to report everything. He had to remember it all and not lose anything to chance or negligence. The difference in sizes among the ant kind was staggering, let alone the differences in proportions. Arik wondered what exactly they wanted. Was he the first zoo specimin? Would he be used in an experiment? Arik glanced back at the feeding tube again, wondering how often he'd get to indulge in that particular joy.
"Is it dangerous?" asked Executor Fast-To-Act, the slim one. The smaller one, Sees-Star-Folk, clicked it's mandibles in amusement.
"Almost certainly not. No carapace, brittle, slow-healing endoskeletal structure, inferior size-to-strength ratios... It's only remotely threatening natural weapon are... A series of calcium structures in the oral cavity, very small, natural extensions of the cranial endoskeleton. Barely worth mentioning, but we had them covered over in resin just in case." The Executor cast another glance out at Arik, the position of his antennae betraying incredulity.
"It's so soft and weak, like the garbage larva. Is it even inteligent?" Sees-Star-Folk nodded and replied.
"Yes, we're quite sure. It's brain is roughly the same in size and complexity as that of an individual from the Science, Technical or Executor Caste. That, combined with the five digits and dexterous thumb indicate a technology reliant species." A short pause followed the last statement before Fast-To-Act spoke again.
"How could we miss them in the first place. They're barely an single long-distance Abso-Unit from the center of a farming complex! Structures and everything! Why didn't we see them?"
"Likely due to the alien's reliance on heavy-metals technology," answered the scientist, "Our sensors are geared towards biological signals. Likely it's the same reason why the aliens have made no attempt to contact us. Their sensors are geared towards detecting heavy metals, which are rare elements on our planet. It's likely they simply don't know we're here..."
"I want to know absolutely everything about these soft aliens. The Military Caste Executors are getting antsy without any imput, and the Think-Groups are out of their minds with unkown variables." Fast-To-Act tightened a claw to emphasis the rgency of his request.
"We could simply initiate contact..."
"Unnaceptable. To much a of security risk. Interrogate the prisoner."
"It could take months to learn it's language. I'm fairly certain we can't afford to wait that long." Another pause as the two ant-men stared at one another, considering their predicament. Finaly, it was Fast-To-Act who broke the silence.
"Sees-Star-Folk... When the conversion process is complete, an individual retains memories from their previous form, yes?"
"... Yes. But none of the species on our planet are intelligent enough to posses longterm memories or complex short term memories. Most individuals forget them within weeks, if not days... Oh. Oooooh. Oh yes. I see what you're suggesting. Yes.... Yes. It could work... It SHOULD work." Both ants turned and leaned into the resin panel, looking down on Arik, and if he could have read their antennae, he'd have known, they were smiling very, very broadly. Arik gazed up at the 'window' and the excited ants, trying to appear as unthreatening as possible. His one chance for survival was to appear as unassuming as possible.