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malins
Stumbling Seeker
Nice outfit for the shaman. Those bones in the background are something to ponder though. Does this culture have any dietary restrictions...
Marcella:
A. You know how to write SF.
B. You know how to write.
As a librarian I used to tell reluctant readers the "30 page rule." Make yourself read the first 30 pages or two chapters, whichever comes first. If it hasn’t grabbed your attention by then, bring it back and pick something else. If it’s got your attention you’ll want to know what happens next.
I want to know what happens next.
A. You know how to write SF.
B. You know how to write.
As a librarian I used to tell reluctant readers the "30 page rule." Make yourself read the first 30 pages or two chapters, whichever comes first. If it hasn’t grabbed your attention by then, bring it back and pick something else. If it’s got your attention you’ll want to know what happens next.
I want to know what happens next.
Cella
Spectator
So do I.
Sometimes I think the best way to write something interesting is to write yourself into a corner and then be forced to figure a way out.
Cella
Spectator
The Chief
Marcella's hands have been tied behind her back. She struggles against the tight bindings. A strong hand grabs her hair and pulls, jerking her head up. Marcella's eyes focus on the tall green figure standing in front of her. Its elaborate headdress made it clear it (he?) is some sort of leader or chief--or perhaps, a shaman. She has no idea if these titles, with their origins in human cultures, make any sense in this alien society. Regardless, she reasons that whatever this creature's title is, it clearly is in charge.
The alien's deep black eyes are focused on her. The "chief" turns its head side to side as it examines her. She hears the other aliens grunting, chittering, and howling.
The alien pulls even more on her hair to the point of raising her naked torso off the ground. Marcella grunts with the fierce pain in her scalp.
Slowly, she is being pulled up off the ground. Her breasts dangle from her heaving chest
Now, on her knees, Marcella faces the "chief." The hand pulling on her hair keeps her head erect. She hears the "chief" speak. It isn't looking at her now. Instead it turns its head left and right, seemingly looking for someone.
Trembling with fear, Marcella summons up her courage to face the "chief." It seems to be speaking to another alien behind her.
(*Sojan, what is this thing?*)
(*I do not know, Wise One. It was observed crossing the Field of Dreams and entering the Sacred Rocks. Vulwa, here, confronted it, thinking it was a ghost, but clearly it is not. It is a physical thing. I honestly have no idea what the damn thing is! Bivass claims she saw it descend from the sky. It seems able to conjure up strange lights and voices out of the air.*)
((Sojan looks around for Vulwa.))
(*Vulwa, where are you? Here, come forth and please explain what you observed to the Wise One.*)
((Vulwa steps up and bows toward the shaman.))
(*Truly, Wise One, I have no better an idea of what this thing is than has Sojan. All I know is that it gave off strange dancing lights in the air and uttered strange voices. Then, most bizarrely, it stripped off its outer skin and . . . *)
(*Stripped off its skin!* interjects the shaman. *How utterly gruesome! Did it also defecate and try to flee?*)
(*No, Wise One. Most unnaturally, it stood its ground as I demanded it explain why it trespassed onto the Sacred Rocks.*)
(*Were you able to communicate with it,* asked the shaman?*)
(*No, wise one. It gave me an obscene gesture that I and my sisters--who were concealed in the rocks--found quite offensive. It was behaving like some depraved, mad brooder! Granted, brooders can be very emotional and irrational at times in their cycles, but this was very different. We all began chastising it for behaving so disrespectfully while in the Sacred Rocks. I even threw my spear at it as a sign of my disgust. But instead of accepting chastisement it cowardly ran away, like a truculent child. We followed it and I eventually brought it down with a rock. It appeared to be running back towards the Field of Dreams. That would have been a desecration of the sacred spaces. I could not let that happen.*)
(*You did the correct thing, Vulwa,* says the shaman.
The shaman looks down at Marcella. Its head again turning from side to side as it stares at her.
(*It does look like some kind of brooder, doesn't it?* The shaman observes. *It seems to have a jocunth that could accept a slonguth, but not a very large one.*)
The shaman looks up into the faces of the aliens behind Marcella. (*Certainly not mine! I would split the damn thing wide open!*)
Marcella hears strange, high-pitched chitterings. It sounds like laugher to her. If it is, she wonders what they could be laughing about.
(*What are those swellings in its chest?* Asks the shaman. *No brooder has anything like those. Whatever purpose could they have. Ornaments, perhaps? Some sort of sexual signaling like when brooders grow a scarlet patch on their chests when they are receptive?*)
(*I don't know, Wise One,* replies Vulwa. *They are soft tissues and warm to the touch. The creature did not seem to mind me touching them. I may be completely wrong in interpreting the creature's reaction, but it almost seemed to enjoy having them touched. I could swear it was offering them to me, pushing them closer as I touched them. Especially if I grazed the darker projections that became very tumescent with my touch. Much like a slonguth gets stiff prior to insertion.*)
(*Could it deliver fertilizing fluid through them?* Queries the shaman. She goes on to observe before any answer. *Normal brooders fertilize internally once an egg is inserted, but if this thing that looks like a brooder indeed fertilizes with those swellings, how does the fertilized egg get inserted up its jocunth?*)
(*Sojan speaks up. *Perhaps, Wise One--and I know this sounds crazy--but perhaps this creature delivers eggs from those tumescent projections.*)
(*Hmmm, eggs you say? They would have to be very small eggs indeed. Practically invisible. I'm of the opinion this creature is not an egg layer. Why would an egg layer have a jocunth? It makes no sense. It would indeed be a strange, mixed up sort of animal now, wouldn't it?*)
(A voice from back in the group is heard. *Maybe the tumescent tips get much longer. Then it could fuck itself!*)
((Alien laughter fills the air.))
Marcella hears what sounds like mumblings coming from behind her. The chief's eyes seem fixed on her breasts. So, you like my tits, huh? Pretty nice set, aren't they? Men, she thinks to herself, always go for a nice pair of boobs.
Yet, Marcella reasons, perhaps these things aren't males, or at least what she would think are males. But they almost have to be the "males" of this species. They are built like males--big and muscular--carry spears, and all seem to have a sizeable "package" under its ("his") loincloth, judging by clearly visible bulges.
Could I be raped? She wonders and shudders at the thought.
"What do you want from me?" Marcella shouts at the tall alien.
"Please, please! I'm here peacefully!" Marcella knows they probably have no idea what she is saying. She only hopes if she looks unthreatening they'll believe she is of no danger to them.
The tall "chief" points at her and begins to speak.
Marcella's hands have been tied behind her back. She struggles against the tight bindings. A strong hand grabs her hair and pulls, jerking her head up. Marcella's eyes focus on the tall green figure standing in front of her. Its elaborate headdress made it clear it (he?) is some sort of leader or chief--or perhaps, a shaman. She has no idea if these titles, with their origins in human cultures, make any sense in this alien society. Regardless, she reasons that whatever this creature's title is, it clearly is in charge.
The alien's deep black eyes are focused on her. The "chief" turns its head side to side as it examines her. She hears the other aliens grunting, chittering, and howling.
The alien pulls even more on her hair to the point of raising her naked torso off the ground. Marcella grunts with the fierce pain in her scalp.
Slowly, she is being pulled up off the ground. Her breasts dangle from her heaving chest
Now, on her knees, Marcella faces the "chief." The hand pulling on her hair keeps her head erect. She hears the "chief" speak. It isn't looking at her now. Instead it turns its head left and right, seemingly looking for someone.
Trembling with fear, Marcella summons up her courage to face the "chief." It seems to be speaking to another alien behind her.
(*Sojan, what is this thing?*)
(*I do not know, Wise One. It was observed crossing the Field of Dreams and entering the Sacred Rocks. Vulwa, here, confronted it, thinking it was a ghost, but clearly it is not. It is a physical thing. I honestly have no idea what the damn thing is! Bivass claims she saw it descend from the sky. It seems able to conjure up strange lights and voices out of the air.*)
((Sojan looks around for Vulwa.))
(*Vulwa, where are you? Here, come forth and please explain what you observed to the Wise One.*)
((Vulwa steps up and bows toward the shaman.))
(*Truly, Wise One, I have no better an idea of what this thing is than has Sojan. All I know is that it gave off strange dancing lights in the air and uttered strange voices. Then, most bizarrely, it stripped off its outer skin and . . . *)
(*Stripped off its skin!* interjects the shaman. *How utterly gruesome! Did it also defecate and try to flee?*)
(*No, Wise One. Most unnaturally, it stood its ground as I demanded it explain why it trespassed onto the Sacred Rocks.*)
(*Were you able to communicate with it,* asked the shaman?*)
(*No, wise one. It gave me an obscene gesture that I and my sisters--who were concealed in the rocks--found quite offensive. It was behaving like some depraved, mad brooder! Granted, brooders can be very emotional and irrational at times in their cycles, but this was very different. We all began chastising it for behaving so disrespectfully while in the Sacred Rocks. I even threw my spear at it as a sign of my disgust. But instead of accepting chastisement it cowardly ran away, like a truculent child. We followed it and I eventually brought it down with a rock. It appeared to be running back towards the Field of Dreams. That would have been a desecration of the sacred spaces. I could not let that happen.*)
(*You did the correct thing, Vulwa,* says the shaman.
The shaman looks down at Marcella. Its head again turning from side to side as it stares at her.
(*It does look like some kind of brooder, doesn't it?* The shaman observes. *It seems to have a jocunth that could accept a slonguth, but not a very large one.*)
The shaman looks up into the faces of the aliens behind Marcella. (*Certainly not mine! I would split the damn thing wide open!*)
Marcella hears strange, high-pitched chitterings. It sounds like laugher to her. If it is, she wonders what they could be laughing about.
(*What are those swellings in its chest?* Asks the shaman. *No brooder has anything like those. Whatever purpose could they have. Ornaments, perhaps? Some sort of sexual signaling like when brooders grow a scarlet patch on their chests when they are receptive?*)
(*I don't know, Wise One,* replies Vulwa. *They are soft tissues and warm to the touch. The creature did not seem to mind me touching them. I may be completely wrong in interpreting the creature's reaction, but it almost seemed to enjoy having them touched. I could swear it was offering them to me, pushing them closer as I touched them. Especially if I grazed the darker projections that became very tumescent with my touch. Much like a slonguth gets stiff prior to insertion.*)
(*Could it deliver fertilizing fluid through them?* Queries the shaman. She goes on to observe before any answer. *Normal brooders fertilize internally once an egg is inserted, but if this thing that looks like a brooder indeed fertilizes with those swellings, how does the fertilized egg get inserted up its jocunth?*)
(*Sojan speaks up. *Perhaps, Wise One--and I know this sounds crazy--but perhaps this creature delivers eggs from those tumescent projections.*)
(*Hmmm, eggs you say? They would have to be very small eggs indeed. Practically invisible. I'm of the opinion this creature is not an egg layer. Why would an egg layer have a jocunth? It makes no sense. It would indeed be a strange, mixed up sort of animal now, wouldn't it?*)
(A voice from back in the group is heard. *Maybe the tumescent tips get much longer. Then it could fuck itself!*)
((Alien laughter fills the air.))
Marcella hears what sounds like mumblings coming from behind her. The chief's eyes seem fixed on her breasts. So, you like my tits, huh? Pretty nice set, aren't they? Men, she thinks to herself, always go for a nice pair of boobs.
Yet, Marcella reasons, perhaps these things aren't males, or at least what she would think are males. But they almost have to be the "males" of this species. They are built like males--big and muscular--carry spears, and all seem to have a sizeable "package" under its ("his") loincloth, judging by clearly visible bulges.
Could I be raped? She wonders and shudders at the thought.
"What do you want from me?" Marcella shouts at the tall alien.
"Please, please! I'm here peacefully!" Marcella knows they probably have no idea what she is saying. She only hopes if she looks unthreatening they'll believe she is of no danger to them.
The tall "chief" points at her and begins to speak.
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Marcella could be in a bit of trouble here!!!
Ted Parry
Governor
No Shit Tree .... Your perception grows more acute day by day .....
Cella
Spectator
Indeed! Women can't help but get into all kinds of trouble on this site! How reckless and irresponsible of us! We should not be putting ourselves in such danger. Tsk, tsk!
(I inadvertently hit the "post reply" tab before cleaning up some errors in the last post. Better now.)
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hornet1ba
Guest
Well those recrutement posters are not telling the whole story it seems!
Engagez-vous qu'ils disaient!
Join the ranks, they'd cry!
Cella
Spectator
The "female" aliens in my story may look like males but don't have penises. Instead, they posses an ovipositor (an egg laying organ found in the insect world). So, when Marcella sees a bulge under the loincloths of the aliens she is really seeing the bulge of an egg-laying organ, not an organ for delivering sperm. I had no idea that there would be an actual sex-toy for this, but there is! Yes! There is an ovipositor sex-toy for women (and presumably men) who want to fantasize about being "impregnated" by an egg-laying alien.
These toys look like a dildo but actual deliver rather large gelatin (I suppose) eggs into a vagina or rectum.
See here.
Ovipositors with "eggs"
A big green one with a blue egg.
The business end of an alien ovipositor. Alien masturbation?
Looks like a cock but it's not! Ready for insertion up a "male" jocunth for internal fertilization and brooding by the male of the species. Two different styles (look at the tip).
Here's one in action. The egg seems to have popped out, but you get the idea.
The eggs of my alien species are about the size of a large chicken egg. They have trouble imagining very small eggs. I haven't figured out how "birthing" occurs. The aliens are befuddled about the function of human breasts so they clearly do not nurse their young in the way the human females do.
One version of this sex toy is called a Splorch Ovipositor. Oh, the fantasies some people have!
These toys look like a dildo but actual deliver rather large gelatin (I suppose) eggs into a vagina or rectum.
See here. Ovipositors with "eggs" A big green one with a blue egg. The business end of an alien ovipositor. Alien masturbation? Looks like a cock but it's not! Ready for insertion up a "male" jocunth for internal fertilization and brooding by the male of the species. Two different styles (look at the tip). Here's one in action. The egg seems to have popped out, but you get the idea.The eggs of my alien species are about the size of a large chicken egg. They have trouble imagining very small eggs. I haven't figured out how "birthing" occurs. The aliens are befuddled about the function of human breasts so they clearly do not nurse their young in the way the human females do.
One version of this sex toy is called a Splorch Ovipositor. Oh, the fantasies some people have!
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malins
Stumbling Seeker
As we say in German, es gibt nichts was es nicht gibt; truth is stranger than fiction. Anything you can come up with has already been productized and monetized
This one seems to be a bit 'Dune' influenced too.
One version of this sex toy is called a Splorch Ovipositor. Oh, the fantasies some people have!
You humans are very strange. Who would have imagined that this was an established fetish with sophisticated looking sex toys and everything?
Rule 34 is alive and well.
As we say in German, es gibt nichts was es nicht gibt; truth is stranger than fiction. Anything you can come up with has already been productized and monetized
This one seems to be a bit 'Dune' influenced too.
True.
Oh and yes the Dune reference. Please don't tell me that anyone out there fantasizes sex with a sand worm!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Okay ... knowing these details and continuing with inspiration from the insect world let's derive a nursing & birthing scenario deliberately designed to bring the optimal amount of peril to the heroine of the story!
First, lots of insects are haplodiploid, - their unfertilized eggs will develop into males (here - brooders) and the fertilized ones into females.
Of course, for that it's necessary to have an environment where the egg can develop and hatch in the first place. Providing that environment is the first function of brooders! Perhaps mobility is very important for the aliens (because of predators?) so they don't want to put the eggs in a 'nest'.
Consequence ... this means that if our heroine is subjected to a slonguth invasion ... yes the eggs could begin developing!
A normal brooder would either fertilize the eggs (to produce females) or not (to produce further brooders) depending on how the current sex ratio in the tribe looks (mediated by pheromones).
Let's postulate brooders develop to maturity much more quickly than slonguth-carriers and that they are usually injected with several eggs. And that the sex ratio isn't 50:50 -- there are more brooders (we just haven't seen them because they stay at home
)At this point it isn't really necessary for an individual brooder to survive a reproduction cycle. They're disposable!
So, the nurturing of the larvae happens in a way similar to the ichneumon wasps ... the larvae are hatched and then slowly eat the brooder alive, from the inside. In the case of proper alien brooders, there is internal tissue grown for this purpose, after that's eaten up nonvital organs are consumed, and finally the brooder falls into torpor and the offspring eat the rest of its organs, and erupt from the skin as miniature versions of the adults. The entire body mass of the brooder has been converted! Thus, the aliens don't have helpless babies that need extended care. (Again, might help against predation pressure. Maybe velociraptors are a chronic problem here)
If any eggs should hatch inside the protagonist of course they won't find any 'feeding tissue' prepared for them and will go for whatever's available...
... so an ovipositor 'rape' could be a very real risk ... unless Sven gets his act together ... is he capable of independent action of that sort?
Of course there's also the possibility that human tissue is completely indigestible to the alien larvae, and their way of feeding isn't with mandibles but by secreting digestive enzymes which just don't work to dissolve human organs. Still it would be a very disturbing experience
Uh . . . no.
Saint Alia of the Knife is another matter. I fantasize about having sex with her . . . very carefully.
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Marcella, perhaps this story is still gelling in your mind. But you seem to be gearing up for the damndest girl-on-girl scenes I’ve ever read, those featuring kinky strap-ons inclusive.
I may be wrong. And I was hoping for a nude human female crucifixion, but that’s my narrowly focused fetish talking.
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Cella
Spectator
I'm in receipt of the last set of amazing images produced by SkatingJesus and I have to tailor my writing around them. I worked out the ending in my mind last night while in the shower. I think it'll work.
It's amazing how creative I can be while relaxing
in the shower. . . as I fantasize about alien ovipositors! Too bad the alien "females" aren't a little more androgynous in appearance. But I have something in mind for that. 
Well, if you don't mind, I think I need to get my creative juices running some more!Bye for now!
Ted Parry
Governor
View attachment 589919 Well, if you don't mind, I think I need to get my creative juices running some more!
Bye for now![/QUOTE]
Well make sure you wash your hands afterwards ........
Bye for now![/QUOTE]
Well make sure you wash your hands afterwards ........
Cella
Spectator
Okay ... knowing these details and continuing with inspiration from the insect world let's derive a nursing & birthing scenario deliberately designed to bring the optimal amount of peril to the heroine of the story!
First, lots of insects are haplodiploid, - their unfertilized eggs will develop into males (here - brooders) and the fertilized ones into females.
Of course, for that it's necessary to have an environment where the egg can develop and hatch in the first place. Providing that environment is the first function of brooders! Perhaps mobility is very important for the aliens (because of predators?) so they don't want to put the eggs in a 'nest'.
Consequence ... this means that if our heroine is subjected to a slonguth invasion ... yes the eggs could begin developing!
A normal brooder would either fertilize the eggs (to produce females) or not (to produce further brooders) depending on how the current sex ratio in the tribe looks (mediated by pheromones).
Let's postulate brooders develop to maturity much more quickly than slonguth-carriers and that they are usually injected with several eggs. And that the sex ratio isn't 50:50 -- there are more brooders (we just haven't seen them because they stay at home
At this point it isn't really necessary for an individual brooder to survive a reproduction cycle. They're disposable!
So, the nurturing of the larvae happens in a way similar to the ichneumon wasps ... the larvae are hatched and then slowly eat the brooder alive, from the inside. In the case of proper alien brooders, there is internal tissue grown for this purpose, after that's eaten up nonvital organs are consumed, and finally the brooder falls into torpor and the offspring eat the rest of its organs, and erupt from the skin as miniature versions of the adults. The entire body mass of the brooder has been converted! Thus, the aliens don't have helpless babies that need extended care. (Again, might help against predation pressure. Maybe velociraptors are a chronic problem here)
If any eggs should hatch inside the protagonist of course they won't find any 'feeding tissue' prepared for them and will go for whatever's available...
... so an ovipositor 'rape' could be a very real risk ... unless Sven gets his act together ... is he capable of independent action of that sort?
Of course there's also the possibility that human tissue is completely indigestible to the alien larvae, and their way of feeding isn't with mandibles but by secreting digestive enzymes which just don't work to dissolve human organs. Still it would be a very disturbing experience
Love your ideas malins about how the aliens "birth" their offspring. Rather gruesome, but an example actually found in nature!
Glad I am left out of this...