#about: insects

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Giant bug-infested planet, covered in dense jungles of mushroom-like flora. Humans come to analyze its organisms, searching for useful byproducts of the world’s uniquely rich biodiversity.

Unfortunately for one researcher, he becomes the first human victim of an alien fungal infection. Immediately, the spore in his nostril extends mycelia into his brain, changing his preferences to be a little more amenable to its purposes.

That night, the infection forces him awake, and makes him leave the researchers’ camp. He’s conscious but his body’s actions aren’t under his control. He watches as his legs take him out into the jungle, until finally he comes to a clearing. His hands peel away his clothing, before he settles in the middle of the meadow, mycelial underbrush tickling his skin.

It’s not long before a bug similar to a giant beetle comes across him. It wastes no time in shoving a monstrous dick into the young scientist’s hole, pushing him into a mating press. The creature’s coital embrace doesn’t last long; minutes later, it withdraws, allowing its load of milky cum to cascade from his hole.

To the researcher’s horror, the infection forces him to stay in the same position until another bug comes, and another. By the early morning, his hole is burning from overstimulation, but the fungus pervading his nervous system finally relinquishes control. He can’t find his clothes; he has to sneak back into the camp naked, crawling into his bed and acting like nothing happened…

He’s hardly under the covers before he starts touching himself, swirling his fingers inside his gaping hole to collect the leftover cum and push it deeper inside…

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Giant humanoid-ish insect-monster forcing a boy to stroke its giant chitinous bitchbreaker to full hardness while holding its razor-sharp stinger to the back of his neck, all the while chirping threats, promising that its cock will shred and crush its victims insides. While the boy is dying slowly and painfully the monster will be using his body like a breeding mount.

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Biopunk insectoid aliens whose every engine of war is alive and rapacious. Every combat drone’s melee sidearm doubles as an ovipositor. Shambling artillery pieces fire giant eggsacs that explode into ravenous young on contact, chewing through enemy combatants. Aircraft that spray the back lines with digestive vapors, preparing the enemy for consumption by the marching horde.

Humans are either turned into maintenance slaves, used as incubators, or eaten, often in that order. Their ships’ brigs double as compartmented gullets, allowing them to swallow POWs as needed as the war against mankind depletes their nutrients, while on spawning-worlds entire planets’ populations are integrated into the brood-matrix, their limbs chopped off and fed to the system while their torsos and brains host eggs and larvae.

[angst-loch]

Of all the weird fetish stuff, I think “arthropod that wants to have sex with humans” is perhaps the most gratuitous, especially with regard to arachnids. Spiders, scorpions, even mites and ticks have grace and beauty that far outweighs anything a man could provide.

Which is why you should be grateful that the pretty human you went home with turned out to be a many-legged siren, stripping you of your clothes and pinning you to the ground with its limbs. Its legs curl around you, locking you in place as its large, chitin-plated cock enters you, its ridges and barbs scraping your walls as it begins to fuck you deeply with a slow rhythm.

When it’s satisfied itself sexually, it will proceed to do so in gustatory fashion; run ragged by its bitchbreaker, you’ll be powerless to resist as it begins to eat you alive, injecting you with enzymes that melt your flesh as you struggle weakly against its jaws.

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Fantasy tf featuring a “knight” and his squire, the latter of which is the only one who knows that his master is actually a horrific arthropod with a carapace that can be configured to take on any shape, color or texture. At the end of the day, the squire dutifully cleans every inch of his knight’s metallic chitin, not that the monstrous warrior needs another set of hands to do that for him. He polishes each plate to a mirror-shine, until he can see his face reflected in each one, subtly distorted by the slight whorls in the organic surface.

Someday, he hopes, his master will induct him, not only as a meager knight but as a creature greater than feeble men of soft flesh. He strokes his own skin inside his bedroll while his master sits across from him, unsleeping; he passes his fingertips over his joints, pressing them into his limbs until he can feel the long bones of his appendages, as if by kneading his skin and muscle he could coax an exoskeletal armor from within himself.

The day finally comes. He’s traveled with his knight for years, and on the third anniversary of his becoming a squire he is to be knighted. There is no ceremony, only his master roughly awakening him and dragging him out of his bedroll. For the first time, he sees his knight’s plates slide away, revealing his soft innards: pink and crimson musculature contracts as if winking, iridescent fluids coat every cord and membrane. He doesn’t realize that what he’s looking at is a mouth until he is pulled inside, his smallclothes quickly discarded so that he is shoved, naked, inside of his master.

He never realized how roomy it was within the plates of his knight’s armor, how easily he could fit inside. The squire never imagined such softness to be hidden within his master’s shiny steel facade, nor how good it would feel to be enveloped from all sides in such tender, secret flesh. Inner appendages work their way into every hole they can reach, stroking every sensitive surface of his skin. All the while, he can see out of his knight’s visor as he goes about his day, as he continues his duties for the next several weeks.

By the time his skin has melted he’s in a state of perpetual orgasm, the loss of his dermis doing nothing to blunt the constant pleasure being wrought upon his nerves. The formation of the plates of chitin he had sought for so long is, unfortunately, too painful to ignore even in the throes of ecstasy he’s bathed in for weeks, so the knight has to seek the deep wilderness to hide his shrieks of agony as the transformation comes to completion.

Finally, the metamorphosis is complete. The creature’s plates reopen and out tumbles a new, shiny knight, its chitin resolving into gleaming silver. The squire-child looks up at its progenitor, thankful to be made into something superior to men, something older than kingship and more beautiful than any gem shaped by mortal hands.!he rises, and the two embrace, armor clinking together as a silent understanding passes between them.

They part ways, each in search of new squires.

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Want to watch a big chitinous monster crack open a knight like a shellfish and use a long, toothy tongue to rasp the meat out of their metal carapace.

[angst-loch]

Oooouuuugh living torture rack bug monster.

Dozens of segmented limbs holding my captive in place, in whatever position I want them, all the while exerting inexorable pressure.

Two massive cocks, one chitinous and covered in ridges and spines, the other fleshy and bulbous yet firm, interchangeably fucking their holes, one chafing and tearing their walls and the other stretching them wide on a series of knots and bulbs.

Stingers poised to inject whatever venoms I desire: fire in their veins, ice in their arteries, or terrors on their mind.

A nice big pair of mandibles, razor-keen, ready to snap shut and sever my captive’s head should I wish to grant them mercy.

And of course, all manner of cumstains on the carapace, and on the wounds of my current victim.