Alice was not an unattractive human. Her hair was black as jet, her skin the color of quartz, almost translucent, prone to blushing. She was young. She had every plan to go on to the academy and become a scribe or a doctor, but things had worked out a little differently. Her colony, on Anubis-7, had been invaded thoroughly by the Kelgarr, the fleet too slow to arrive in time to save them. Alice had been selected to carry more Kelgarr.
She was scarcely eighteen.
Her virginity had been intact until the breeding chambers had taken it, their thrashing breeding tubes taking her human body to the limits of its durability. She felt swollen from the seed it had forced into her womb, developing into something that was by no means her own. The eggs, the semen, all came to her in a dizzying rush, a terror that she could not quell in her mind. She remembered orgasming out of control in the end, against all rational will, which had become a quiet voice in the back of her mind, overcome by the raging urges of her body.
Every orifice had been filled with a thick, sticky, dark fluid, the color of onyx with twice the sheen. She remembered her cervix opening to receive something large, and hard, an egg she supposed. Her nipples had become hard as diamonds, and hadn't softened since. They ached, and reached, the foreign arousal more than she had ever experienced. Now, her belly felt strange.
Her womb had something in it, that was not a mystery. There were other women in the breeding vessel, she had seen them, but many of them didn't speak the same language or couldn't bring themselves to in the throws of passion. Some had bellies that were so swollen it seemed as though they were on the verge of bursting. She had no doubt that she too would reach that phase. She worried about the next one, the inevitable birthing after she carried these creatures to maturity.
Their eyes were quite large and reptilian, their muscles consistently humongous. Scales and fins lined their backs. The creatures had no interest in clothing at all, on themselves, or on their slaves. She had never seen a female. Their tongues were disconcertingly long. Their penises were even worse, though in retrospect Alice would have preferred to take twelve inches of it to what had gone on in the breeding chamber. It would not happen, which oddly made her sad. They had worse plans for her. She nearly blacked out for a moment, and one of them caught her, gently, before she fell, its huge clawed hand cupped over her belly. It carefully did not break the skin or harm her, a strange act of dignity. She wondered how long this could last.
The reptilian creatures carried her limp flesh to a tube like structure along the organic walls of their ship, an opening formed in it in the shape of a vagina, welcoming her. Alice tasted something strange in the back of her mouth. This was wrong. They sat her on the opening, in the labia, and before she could muster the strength to object, it swallowed her, pulling her flesh back into its recesses. The opening closed tightly.
It was dark, wet, and very warm.
“Hello?” The voice was not her own. She wasn't alone in there. She looked up, making out what she could in the nigh impenetrable darkness. Another woman was bound to the wall, her belly in an advanced stage of—what, pregnancy? That didn't seem right. They were more like hosts. In any case, her belly was quite swollen. Her hair was dark, but in the night of the chamber Alice couldn't tell what color. Her skin was darker than Alice's, but not quite ebony. She seemed a bit older. Her eyes were tightly shut.
Alice brought her knees to her chest on the wet, living ground. “Hi.”
