Surrogate Mother (Alien/Anal/Oviposition) NSFW-duh!

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A woman stood before the dark maw of an alien cave. Its location was remote, even in the wilderness of the far-flung planet. It was a hidden pocket on a forgotten, orbiting sphere of green and white and blue. The planet was on the outer edge of explored space, far from any hub of civilization. Yet the woman stood at the precipice of jutting rock, hidden in the crook of a valley’s edge. She had traveled far to get here. The scene around the tunnel was untamed and feral; verdant and wild. But to the spacer, it was familiar territory. Miranda entered the earthen gap with familiar confidence. Her florid hair traced back across her rounded features. A warm breeze wafted outward from deep within the cave. Running her pale hand against the wall, the young woman stepped slowly forward. As she made her way, the large hole grew darker. The walls quickly changed from stone to a waxy, ribbed texture. Whatever lived here had altered their living space to suit their physiology, as the air grew damp as well. Despite her short stature, Miranda had to eventually crouch herself down as the hole narrowed. She was in complete darkness now. The humid air left condensation hanging in droplets on the wall. The sleeve of Miranda’s green flight suit grew wet, as her guiding hand dripped the accumulated liquid down her wrist to meet the cloth. The redhead's steps were muted on the soft floor. And each time she lifted her boots, a tacky stick pulled at her soles. Still Miranda walked forward.

The first time the explorer had encountered the hive, it was completely by accident. She had been scouting the region for trinium deposits, working freelance and selling her findings to the many interested companies that mined such things from the unclaimed planets of the Outer Belts. Miranda had been on a lucky streak, finding prospects on the last three planets she had searched. However, that fateful day on 56-Delta Epsilon K had given her much more than she had ever hoped to find.

The prospector had run into the cave to escape a predator. A large musculoid had chased her down a ravine when Miranda had lost her footing. With the creature imminently in pursuit, she had no other cover but the cave. That was almost twelve Standard Earth Years ago. Miranda had made regular visits to this place since. This would be her sixth time retracing her steps into the soft corridor.

As her trek continued, a faint droning began to grow. The sound resonated in the walls, sending everything into a faint vibration. Even the air buzzed, the fine hairs on Miranda's skin tickling as they oscillated with the alien rhythm. The passage turned, and Miranda's hand felt the corner of the hall. With her other hand outstretched, she pushed into the dark. At her feet, she could feel the floor growing ever more pliable. And eventually her steps sank into a firm gel that came up to her ankles. Her path became much more laborious from here on in, as her steps required all the more effort to rise from the goop underfoot. This muck eventually rose up to her thigh, and Miranda would eventually find herself wading through the darkness in the waxy mud. All this was very much familiar to the young woman.

Eventually a glow emitted from the long tunnel. It was difficult to ascertain at first, as all things in the dark are premonitory to being an illusion. But this glow was very much real, and as the corridor widened up to a massive cavern, the spacer's vision adjusted to the spectacle washed in the warm, yellow glow. A creature, chittering and chitinous, was perched at the top of the cavern. It was insectoid in nature, the yellow light glistening off of its sheeny exoskeleton and countless joints and legs. The details of its body were indiscernible in the darkness of its lair, but it had many, many eyes and even more long, spindly legs. At Miranda's approach it snaked down from its resting place at the top of the cave. A spire of hardened wax acted as a central pillar to which the insectoid creature clung. It might have been black where its hard armored plating protected it. Though in the darkness, one could never be certain. However, its abdomen was quite another thing. The yellow glow of the hollow came from the layers of coils that snaked behind the creature, bundled in a neat wrap that hung from the roof all the way to the bottom of the chasm into an encircling rest. It was the alien’s tail that lit the cavern in the yellow glow. The glowing coil was in fact, the egg-laying organ of a female. The skin of this section was semi-transparent, and the light of the cave came from the eggs within her thick-skinned sack. Miranda simply waited as it approached her.

"Hello, Mum...", Miranda whispered to the creature. Glinting eyes and twitching mandibles were apparent as she darted in to ascertain whether Miranda was friend or foe.

The hive mother was large. Its snaking, black length wider and taller than the human's own stature by at least double her size. Yet, Miranda did not seem intimidated in the least. The mother coiled behind the red-haired woman, twisting its length around to come up behind her. The insect urged her forward. Miranda obliged, treading into the waist high pulp towards the center of the hollow. The creature chittered excitedly to see the spacer. And despite its ominous visage, treated Miranda with a tending kindness as one would a welcomed guest. In truth, the insect mother could have rent Miranda easily in half. Her sharp appendages could pierce cleanly through the human female's body, and her pincers could snap bone like twigs. But the insect afforded the human no aggression as it ushered her toward the end of its long, long abdomen.

Climbing to a high point in the cave, Miranda pulled her body out of the waxy pulp and came to the end of the hive mother's long, glowing tail. Its entire length was fat and engorged, big enough to encapsulate Miranda with room to spare. It wobbled as the hive mother moved herself, the organ utterly filled with eggs and protective mucus. The eggs numbered in the hundreds, the oblong orbs glowing in their suspended goo. At the end of the creature's abdomen, a long and spear-like length of chitin extended from its center point. This was the hive mother's ovipositor. It was more flexible than the armoring plates of her head and body, and with an expanding membrane on its underside made of the same rubbery skin of the extensive egg-sack. With her close proximity to the glowing light source, the detail of Minerva's curves came better into view. She was shapely, if a bit bottom heavy. The round of her large hips filled out the loose coveralls where they otherwise hung loosely around the rest of her body. The cloth was heavy with the damp moisture of the soft wax that covered the floor of the lair. The stuff left an oily residue where it touched her skin, and seeped into her clothing.

The hive mother chittered to Miranda expectantly, extending one of its obsidian forearms toward the woman. Miranda reached her own hand out, touching the queen's sharp appendage with her own soft digits before slowly supplicating herself in front of the ovipositor. As Miranda got on her elbows and knees, she pushed away the mounds of pulp that had been dragged up from the lower level of the chamber. Her knees still sank a bit into the soft ground, but the mush was clear if this area, allowing her to maneuver herself easily. Posturing herself with her rump in the air, Miranda spread her knees widely apart. At the same time, she brought her hand to the zipper by her neck. She gently tugged it down the length of her horizontally positioned torso, the jumpsuit opening up to expose her ivory, naked flesh. Down and back the redhead pulled her zipper, adjusting her balance as her hand went down between her thick thighs. Originally, the zipper stopped there. However, Miranda had tailored her suit so that the zipper extended further back. It went well past her perineum, back between the ample curvature of her backside, and up to her tailbone. As Miranda drew the zipper open, her white skin pushed through the opening like rising dough. The light of the hive mother's coiling tail illuminated the spacer's pallid, moist flesh. As Minerva wiggled her hips, the jumpsuit shed itself off of her body like a wet husk. It piled around her elbows and knees, leaving the rest of her bare form exposed to the hive mother's ovipositor, and the seemingly endless length of her ovulating sack. Miranda was shaven bald, with naught a hair to be found in her nether regions. Or perhaps she had undergone one of the many hair removal procedures available in the body sculpting salons found at some of the ritzier space ports. Regardless of how, the thick figured woman was soft, smooth, and tender in all the right places.

When the queen's ovipositor lifted to life at the end of her glowing bulk, the motion was more masculine to the human recognition. It erected its flexible length to an intimidating stiffness that was longer than Miranda's entire leg. A tapering bulb was at its tip, a cross-section of an orifice already beginning to peek open in anticipation. A dribble of thick goo began to accumulate in a thick dollop at its opening, the same colloidal mucus the eggs in the alien insect’s abdomen floated in.. With a convulsing effort, the sack wobbled forward, the motion sending rippling waves backward though its rubbery, see-through skin. Miranda did not look behind her, instead drawing in a deep breath and doing her best to relax herself. The female arched her back, popping out her hips into a girthy heart shaped offering as she exposed the deep crevasse of her ass to the ovipositor. A delicate, pink pucker awaited the probe's attendance, the waxy moisture already making her skin oiled and slick. Another worming shuffle, and Miranda felt the first prod as it lifted up and down her parted cheeks. It was surprisingly warm as it sniffed up and down her crevice, and the collected goop at its tip slathered her from tailbone to taint. It served to prime her tight pucker even more than the grease of the wax had already done. Despite her insectoid derivative, the hive queen produced her own body heat. It was much warmer than Miranda's own temperature, and the nudging bulb was almost hot to her skin as it found home in the form of Miranda’s anus.

"Take me... give it to me.", the pallid woman purred, waving her hips in a tease that would not be understood by the alien creature.

A small push, made by the sinews of hundreds of thousands of muscle fibers, meant that Miranda had no chance of fighting the penetration even if she had wanted to. She tensed instinctively, fighting the urge to clench her sphincter against the intruding ovipositor. A small squeal of pain escaped her lips as she let out the breath that she had been holding. Bracing her hands into the soft floor after brushing a damp lock of hair from her face, Miranda prepared herself for the imminent push that was about to follow the "gentle" centering of the ovipositor into its host carrier. The spasm came from far back in the ovulating egg-sack, a roll of the bloated organ that moved down its length in a quick wave. When it finally came to the end, the long, stiff spear that had been primed into Miranda's offered anus pushed quickly forward without remorse. The bulb expanded the redhead's tight pucker to a width of several inches over a span of seconds. As the widest girth of the egg-shaped spear head was passing through the tight grip of Miranda's asshole, the cross section at its tip was opening up to reveal the soft yellowed plump of its concealed insides. A slow, but steady rivulet of thick mucus would begin to leak into the pale spacer's rectum, the mere pressure of the goo being released from the hundred foot egg-sack being more than enough to counter the resistance of Miranda's intestines. The bulb passed her sphincter, her distressed anus swallowing its 4 inch girth with difficulty. Her thighs trembled from the shock, and Miranda steadied her quivering body as the ovipositor pushed further still. Inch after inch of the rest of its length pressed into her ass, until a forearm's length of the egg-laying organ was buried between her shuddering cheeks.

As it popped into her, Miranda's mouth flew open in silent surprise. No words escaped, but her body flexed and her toes curled at the size of the penetrating knob. The redhead squeezed her hands into the clay-like ground, her eyes shut tight and jaw now clenched. The fat tube grew sharply in circumference as it passed into her bowels. Soon she was stretched back to the size of the tip's girthiest point, then further still until Miranda thought she would tear. She cried out, and the advance paused for a moment. The hive queen was needy, but not cruel. It would not do to damage her vessel. And Miranda had come back to her as promised over and over again. So the queen did her best to accommodate the soft creature and her delicate body. Yet, this was just the beginning, and Miranda's body would be put through much greater duress.

"Mmmnngh", was the groan that emanated from the spacer's throat. Though of pain or pleasure was unsure.

The last few inches of the ovipositor were buried into Miranda's guts. Her asshole stretched tightly over the flexing chitin. Meanwhile, inside her the egg-shaped tip had fully engorged itself to something more akin to a fleshy, cylindrical mass. It had grown in size as well, effectively acting as a plug as it had passed the bend of her sigmoid colon. Its surface was ridged with rows of setae that help with the peristaltic motion of winding the plug forward in the host. The hair-like barbs were backward facing, ensuring that the blockage would not slip backwards against the intestinal wall if Miranda was to pull away. Everything around that and behind it was water-tight against the ovipositor, and Miranda was effectively fused to the queen's egg-laying organ. There was a ventral gap on the underside of the hard injector, a thick and elastic skin bridging the space. This was as far as the ovipositor could be safely inserted into the human female without permanently damaging her. And with this length of the queen's probe inside of her, Miranda began to sweat from the alien's higher body heat.

She was stuck in place now, and the redhead's cunt dribbled her own excited juices at the same time as a thick mucus meandered its way through her intestinal tract. Smaller convulsions now played along the glowing length of the hive mother's sack. Floating inside of the transparent organ, the glowing eggs began to move and fall into a semblance of a line. Each was the size of a large man's fist, oblong and smooth. The soft inner glow made a silhouette of their larval contents as the unborn young twitched and fussed as they were moved into position. The convulsions continued and the eggs began to work themselves down to the ovipositor. They were pushed by the contracting muscle sinew down toward the impregnating pipe. As the first of the brood left the mother's sack and made its way down the short course of the organ, the flexible chitin opened up a bit more. The loose membrane on the underside of the shaft now became apparent in its function, as the skin stretched out to accommodate the passing egg. A sizable bulge worked its way down the ventral skin, expanding it as it neared Miranda's strained orifice. The lubricating mucus pumped into her ahead of the egg, priming the tight opening to receive its first of many young. As the bulge came up against her maximized hole, it slowed. Despite the considerable dilation that the ample-bottomed human had endured to her anus, the egg still struggled to pass into her. Another shudder of the queen's bloated sack and more pressure was applied behind the egg. The pneumatic force pressed the orb through, shooting the egg passed the grip of Miranda's sphincter with a yelp and whimper. A deluge of mucus followed the egg, uncomfortably hot with the queen's temperature. Miranda felt the heavy object work up the inserted ovipositor with a rush of the hot fluid. As the thick ichor poured into her cavity, she could feel the molten fluid coursing through her guts. A faint glow traced its way inside her belly as the egg drifted up through the winding channel of her intestine and came to the flared end of the ovipositor. With a final pop and flush, the egg emerged from the flat, fleshy tip and was deposited into Miranda. Meanwhile, a small ring of blood encircled the inserted tube where it met the grip of her asshole. The extra girth of the egg had stretched the prostrate spacer to the point of her skin breaking, and a sharp sting shot through her abused backside.

"Nn-ggh!", was what escaped her lips, tears welling in Miranda's eyes. "F-fuck!"

The hive mother, sensing her host's distress, came to attend the female human. Bringing her glossy head to inspect the damage, a soothing hum emanated from the segmented trunk of the queen. Miranda shuddered under her duress, her hips quaking from the trauma of the first egg. Her body was perspiring with the added heat of the queen's fluids, and her pallid skin glistened in the soft yellow glow of the cave. Her breathing was quick and labored, as Miranda did her best to endure the pain. She pressed her head to the soft ground, putting her mind away from the moment. Leaning closer to inspect the damaged orifice, the queen flicked out a long, purplish proboscis. She lapped at the area surrounding her inserted ovipositor, slathering the affected area with a strong anesthetic. After a few moments, the pain subsided and Miranda began to relax once more. Chittering an affirming series of high pitched clicks, the queen rose again to resume her duties.

The swollen egg-sack began to quiver once more, and a second egg made its way down the ovipositor toward her gaping rear. Once more it slowed as it approached the entrance, needing an extra push to pass into the supplicant woman. This time however, the insertion was without the pain, and Miranda felt only the numbed pressure of the girth straining her asshole followed by the rushing weight added to her swelling belly. She was sweating profusely now, her red hair matted to her exposed back and shoulders. Wiping the salty droplets from her brow, Miranda settled in and rested her upper body once more on the waxy floor. She even let the queen's erect ovipositor bear some of the weight of her lower half, shifting the weight off of her knees and letting the stiff organ hold her up from the inside. She sank a few more inches onto the ovipositor, her numbed rectum oblivious to the further stretch of its expanded threshold. The plugging cylinder worked its way that much more into her guts, fine hooks massaging her inner walls backward to pin itself ever more forward. A small pool of girl-goo had puddled between Miranda's legs where her drooling cleft continued to pour the nectar of her excitement onto the soft orange floor. The muted glow of the second egg wandered forward to meet the first, lining up behind it. A third egg was already at Miranda's entrance before the second had completely settled in, and a fourth was already making its way down the impregnating tube. The eggs would come in an ever quickening succession now. Miranda's stomach started to distend with the increasing volume and heft of the eggs that packed her insides. Her belly grew slowly, eventually pressing against the floor and tiring her back with the added weight. As the moments wore on, her legs grew more lax and she inadvertently rested more and more of her weight upon the queen's penetrating member. Eventually, she let the stiff ovipositor bear the full load of her back half. It barely registered to the insectoid creature, but provided Miranda a relaxed comfort as eggs and mucus continued to be pumped into her. Further inches sunk inside of her, and the crimson ring of blood made itself prevalent once more as the ring of her sphincter was stretched to bleeding once more. But Miranda would not feel the pain, only the sensation of being packed with the queen's young occupied her senses:

The viscous swirl and churn of the mucus filling the spaces between the heavy eggs.

The weight of the spawn as they wriggled within their gestative cells and crowded her innards.

The inward pressure that was swelling her skin and expanding her belly to take in the growing mass.

"Yes...", she managed to let out a carnal plea. "More. Give me more...", her voice was little more than a huff.

With the admission of about the twelfth egg or so, the press against Miranda's bladder outweighed its capability to contain itself. A splash of urine ejected from the sweaty redhead's urethra. It jettisoned with force at first, but quickly waned to a trickle that ran down the inside of Miranda's doughy thighs. It pooled around the viscid pool of her feminine lubricant that had previously collected on the ground. As her bladder emptied, Miranda felt relief as the pressure inside of her lessened. This space was quickly filled, however. No sooner had the last trickle of yellow urine run down her leg than a thirteenth (or fourteenth) egg slipped passed the forced yawn of her anus. This was followed by another, and another, and another...

As more and more eggs filled Miranda, the process slowed. This was a conscious effort by the queen. If left to her instinctual devices, the insectoid matriarch would continue pumping her willing host until the small human ruptured. But a dead receptacle could carry none of the young. Regardless of Miranda's paltry size compared to the hive mother, she was a host nonetheless. The flared head of the ovipositor kept any backflow from occurring, with every ounce of protective mucus having no chance of escaping back the way it had been introduced. With each egg came a considerable amount of the whitish ooze that filled the queen’s tail. And while the deposit of the eggs did little to deplete the grotesque bulk that was her egg-producing organ, the influx into the host human had rendered Miranda into a fattened rendition of her former self.

The voluptuous host now had her belly to the size of a beach ball. Even with the ovipositor holding up her frame, her body still sagged down to rest her egg-filled gut on the orange floor. She glowed brightly from the number of eggs that were suspended inside of her, their collected luminescence radiating through her skin to a bright pink. Miranda was wet with sweat, and the shine of the perspiration only accentuated the great round of her belly. Place her hands on the immense swell, she could feel the excessive heat from the mother’s hot slime. Before she pulled away, more than a few eggs would wiggle and dance at her touch. She blushed at this, feeling an odd sense of maternal completion at the thought of her surrogate motherhood.

"Calm down my sweeties...", Miranda whispered

The hive mother had once had a multitude of species that would visit her lair. They would undergo the same trials as Miranda. Some came back, others did not, and a few unfortunate died in the process; their bodies not able to withstand the rigorous process of oviposition that was required of them. As the centuries had worn on however, less and less visitors would come to the cave. Before Miranda had encountered this place a decade ago, it had been ages since the queen had any visitors. As such, the creature had amassed her horde of dormant embryos within her antediluvian egg-sack. The insectoid produced an egg every few years, the lifecycle of her species so old their expiration remained uncounted. The hive mother had made her roost on this planet long before Miranda’s forefathers were ever born, long before this planet’s system had even been charted, and possibly before humans had even been capable of traveling the stars.

Now that more than twenty of the hive mother’s stock had passed into Minerva’s bloated form, it was apparent that no more would fit. This time, twenty-three eggs had been laid inside the human female. This was two more than the last time. But this was her current limit of how many eggs could be placed inside her bowels for the time being. The length of the queen’s egg-sack ceased its rhythmic bouncing, and instead started to inch away in a slow crawl. As the ovipositor was slowly backed off, the cylindrical plug at its tip would be tested. The fibrous hooks still gripped at Miranda’s intestinal wall. The organ’s tip would not fold itself back into a bulb of its own accord. Instead, the hooks and barbs would catch against Miranda’s insides. As the chitinous length of the egg-laying probe retracted, the plug would scrape and fight against her tissues. Ultimately, the backward force would start to press the cross-section back in on itself like a flower blooming in reverse. And as the spongy flesh compacted, it would “bleed” out a white gelatin from tiny pores throughout its mass. This glue would cement itself against Miranda’s bleeding walls in a pink mix as it assimilated the properties of her blood. As the ovipositor worked backward, this glue would fill the vacuum that had been left when the egg laying organ pulled out of the human’s guts. It solidified almost immediately, snaking out to become a flexible plug that gave no chance for the channel to return to its original circumference. By the time the head of the ovipositor was nearly retracted, only the last ridge of its flare would protrude from the closing bulb. The barbs clung tenaciously to the female’s lacerated insides as the last pursing lip of the fleshy tissue hung from the closing slit. Its stubborn hold would cause Minerva to prolapse, the ovipositor bringing out a short length of Miranda’s reddened rectum out through her ruined and loose anal ring. A last spurt of the sealing glue spattered on the rosebud of her wrinkled butt-meat. It conjoined with the blood from her broken sphincter, closing her anal opening in a flexible but adamantly impenetrable seal.

Twenty three spawn were now given over to the new host. But Miranda’s task was not yet over. There was a secret behind the hive mother’s longevity, and it lay in the process that Miranda was currently helping her with. It had been almost a decade since Miranda had first come to the queen. Yet to look upon her, she had not aged a day since. She still retained the youthful gleam of her mid twenties, with taut skin and an abundant health to her curves. Her visage was bright and full of vigor, and if she were to be taken under medical examination, the doctors would be hard-pressed to find a single ailment about her. This seemingly perpetual youth and health was due to the wax. Not the ruddy pulp that was piled high on the cave floor. That was merely a by-product. The hive mother produced a milkier wax from her body, one that would soon be fed to Miranda so that she could nourish the young that had been implanted inside her. This was why the gastrointestinal tract was used to store the eggs. And while the thick fluid nourished the insect eggs into their larval state, the feeding upon this wax also gave Miranda a form of immortality. Such was the chemical makeup of the wax, that it regenerated the host body at a rate that utterly halted the ageing process and fought back against damages at an accelerated proclivity.

The hive mother came around, dragging the length of her egg-filled tail behind her. A horn jutted from her underside. It had not been there earlier, but now that she had pumped out a number of eggs, her body had instinctively produced the spout from which Miranda would need to suckle upon. The queen crawled over the glutted form of the redheaded spacer, the shiny black arms embracing her milky skin in stark contrast. Lifting the human up with almost no effort, Miranda was slung in a hammock of her long, branch-like appendages. The horn was brought to Miranda’s pouty lips, and the woman eagerly took the length of it into her throat. The organ was prehensile. And the queen did the rest after the bloated female took her in. The spout wormed to the back of Miranda’s mouth and down her throat. Its length was slick with a wetness from within the queen, and it glided effortlessly down the female’s gullet. Once the spout was safely passed the point where Miranda could heave it up, the hive mother let her milk begin to flow. Though Miranda could not see it, the thick liquid was a pale yellow, almost the color of butter and with the warm consistency of it as well. The flow was slow, very slow. It was not meant to quickly flow into the host like the many eggs had. Instead, this was to slowly fill Miranda’s stomach and make its way further down her system to permeate the mucus laden eggs in her guts. When the milk mixed with the protective mucus, it coagulated into a thick cream of nutrient rich sustenance. For the many babies laid in Miranda’s intestines, it was simple mother’s milk. But for Miranda, it would grant her a span of immortality. The gluttonous amount the woman would have to intake would grow the redhead even more, and it would be several weeks before she could leave the cave. Eventually, she would be filled from stomach to colon with the thick unguent, her body not only surviving on it, but thriving on the alien cream. All the damage done during the impregnation process would be undone. And as long as she would eventually return and perform the oviposition ritual, Miranda could extend her life perpetually.

This was the pact: Eternal life for eternal service. The hive queen needed a carrier for her young to get off-planet. Her species was nearly extinct, and her location was one of hiding. Her covenant with Miranda lent the hive mother a means to repopulate her kind across the stars, and she gave Miranda the perpetual lifespan to discreetly do it for her.