Exobiology 19: Diapedesis

Shlorp

Shlorp

Aki was by no means an expert in religion, either in general, or any specific one, be they any of the myriad Terran ones, extinct or no, or any of the primitive superstitions exos tended to cling to, but even if she had been, it seemed unlikely that any of them would have been able to claim an accurate theory of what the afterlife looked like. None had, to her admittedly limited knowledge, ever predicted this.

What she could claim perhaps limited expertise in was biology, in all the many ways that, given the countless variants on the same basic building blocks strewn across the stars, a little more carbon here, a little less oxygen there, life had repeatedly, almost insistently managed to find its way to the same solutions to the same problems. And from the perspective of an exobiologist, largely paralyzed and being pressed repeatedly by what could only be described as a wet, slimy compression wave of the dark, constricting, fleshy walls around her, this afterlife, if she had indeed died, could be nothing other than peristalsis, that same solution that biology, Terran or otherwise, always seemed to land on when encountering the problem of moving a thing from point A to point B: a muscular, lubricated tube contracting around a bolus, or, in this case, an exobiologist, squeezing and squeezing like a self-regulating tube of toothpaste.

Shlorp

Of course, peristalsis generally functioned only when that was indeed the problem to be solved: getting the bolus to point B. Evolution generally had little reason to push globs of food or shit or living, breathing exobiologists through endless tubes. And so it was puzzling that Aki had not yet been dumped out into an alien stomach or cosmic toilet or something at least; puzzling, but not entirely unpleasant, at least once the initial panic at being unable to respire had passed. She could breathe, at least in the muscular sense: whatever paralytic agent the Mirovian had vomited into her mouth had either cleverly targeted only her striated muscles for permanent paralysis or perhaps had worn off in the indeterminate time since she had been sucked into what had appeared to be, despite the absurdity of the description, an enormous worm with an appropriately enormous cunt for a face. Her diaphragm had at some point resumed movement, her lungs once more inflated. When they did, it was clearly not to fill with air, but whatever thick, slimy solution was acting as the lubricant in whatever esophagus analogue this was. The initial intake had been shocking, terrifying even, in a root biological sense, her body screaming primally if not literally at the sensation of a thick liquid filling an organ that should, under normal circumstances, ever fill with liquid; that it had not killed her immediately, or even slowly, had been a far more intellectual surprise.

Shlorp

But as with many phenomena, the terrifying became the puzzling and then the expected and then the unnoticed. She had been "breathing" this sludge for a good while now; perhaps she should have begun counting the contractions of the walls around her earlier, but the initial panic had made that impossible. At some point in the mid-hundreds, she had abandoned the counting entirely; if this were the afterlife, it would not have mattered anyway: there would be nothing for it but to suck slime for eternity and wonder what, if anything, she had done to deserve this particular fate.

Shlorp

As fates went, it was not, on the whole, all that bad. Tedious, perhaps, probably even enough so to become torturous if, as most superstitious creatures, Terran or otherwise, seemed to agree, it was to persist eternally. But for the moment, it was fine, pleasant even. Not the painful experience of any number of human and alien hells, more of a gentle, if unceasing, massage on her entire body. In fact, her pain seemed to have ceased entirely. It was possible that this was an illusion of course; the paralytic agent may well have had an anesthetic side effect. But if so, it would not have healed the numerous lacerations Holling's "interrogation" had left on her body. Of course, being paralyzed would make the relevant inspection impossible, even purely through tactile means. Her tongue paced her mouth impatiently.

Her tongue.

The tongue of a tetrapod such as Aki was striated muscle, not smooth. And yet it had moved. She slid it over her teeth, over her full set of adult teeth, the same set that had within recent memory been reduced significantly by the same interrogation techniques that had left her on the verge of death even before being dumped out onto a lifeless alien world. She wiggled her fingers. The agent had worn off, apparently entirely. She could still do little to inspect her body, the powerful motions of the walls around her and the cramped dimensions of the canal ensuring she could do little beyond slide her hands around her midsection, but even here the results were astounding: no sign whatsoever of external damage.

Shlorp

This place had healed her, and unless she had seriously miscounted the contractions since being swallowed or misjudged the duration of the admittedly amazing fucking she had received prior to that swallowing, the rate of healing was well beyond what a human was capable of. Even prior to being swallowed, the accelerated rate of healing was notable, but now, even as she lay, squeezed and incapable of meaningful movement, if no longer chemically paralyzed, certainly restricted to useless squirming, she found herself apparently in perfect health. If this was truly the afterlife, perhaps whatever deity or deities were responsible for dealing out destinies had rightly seen fit to reward her. Or perhaps, as some primitives, realizing the nonsensicality of their conceptions and seeking post hoc to patch them up, had postulated, she was simply being healed in preparation for another round in an infinite cycle of torture. If so, the deity had likely fucked up; the amount of time she was being allowed to remain blissfully untortured was, frankly, amateurish.

Plorp

Thud

Aki blinked; her eyelids, too, seemed to be in working order, though it took her eyes themselves slightly longer to adjust to the light, dim as it was. She had finally, it seemed, reached the vaunted point B and been, in keeping with the analogy, shat out unceremoniously. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her fingers pressing into the soft, fleshy ground around her and finding it coated in what appeared to be a puddle of the very same stuff she had just been surrounded by.

Hrrrggh

The fluid found its way out of her body seemingly of its own accord, her lungs and stomach competing for which could force it out first. Her lungs won the first round, sending what looked like a few liters of the stuff hurtling through her mouth, with a smaller amount taking the long way around, up and out of her nose, before it slopped into the puddle she found herself sitting in, but the stomach was not far behind, adding another few liters of slop to the puddle with a series of powerful contractions that, when they had subsided, resulted in her newly tired body falling over helplessly to the side, the stuff that had lingered in her mouth and nose initially now leaking out more slowly.

"Izanami..." she moaned. How peculiar vomiting was, at least subjectively. Objectively it was the obvious adaptation to the problem of what to do when an organism had ingested a thing that organism should not have ingested. But subjectively, it was odd that it was regarded almost universally by species that had the ability, which amounted to most higher zoomorphic life in the galaxy, as an unpleasant experience. This was odd since the intake of food was almost universally regarded as pleasant, and most members of most species with complete guts would, if pressed, concede the simple pleasure of taking a good shit, and if not overly prudish, any humanoid with good sense had to admit to the sensual pleasure of having one's ass stuffed with fingers, cocks, or any number of suitable foreign objects. But ejection of material from the stomach rarely got the same reaction.

Shlorp

Plop plop

Aki rolled onto her back at the sensation of thick, warm fluid landing in heavy globs both on and around her, instantly recognizing the source: what could only be described as an enormous asshole, seemingly suspended a meter or so up by a meaty, wet-looking tube from the fleshy walls of whatever chamber she had been shat out into, and almost surely the thing responsible for doing that shitting. It quivered there for a moment, what seemed to be the last few drops of the stuff that had made up her own personal bolus clinging tenuously to the pucker.

With that presumably out of the way, and her body quickly settling the inevitable unsteadiness that generally accompanied vomiting, she could get on with figuring out what this place, or perhaps organ, she had found herself in was and, with any luck, why the trio of disparate but beautiful hermaphroditic exos had seen fit to send her here after doing her the favor of fucking the proverbial shit out of her. Perhaps her immediate reaction to seeing them, that is, initiating that fucking, had been unwise. It was impossible to say, of course, whether their actions since had been related in any way to the sex; perhaps she wasn't that good a lay, after all. But regardless she at least appeared to be alive and, illusion or not, she had gotten more than a couple orgasms out of the deal. She forced herself back up into a sitting position to take a look around.

Perhaps the change in position had triggered it, or perhaps it was delayed for some other, unknowable reason, but as soon as she had sat up, her lower digestive tract seemed to kick into gear all at once, a sharp but not unfamiliar pain hitting her in the guts.

Brrrp

A puddle of hot, sticky slime spread around her, growing rapidly as the source of that slime, her sputtering asshole, continued to empty into it. The natural human reaction to sitting in a puddle of one's own liquid shit aside, it was not altogether unpleasant. A good shit was, after all, one of life's generally recognized small pleasures. The shit itself, however, would likely not have been recognized as such by any human, or, for that matter, most exos, at least absent the first hand knowledge of its source that Aki, all things considered, was presently enjoying: it was a thick but still clearly liquid slime, apparently the same stuff she had just expelled from the rest of her alimentary canal and respiratory system, the same stuff that seemed to defy classification, even by such seemingly simple measures as apparent color. In any case, the multiple liters of the stuff that poured out of her left in its wake a pleasantly hollow, refreshing sensation and none of the lingering pain that usually accompanied similar, disease-induced evacuations. She did pause, however, before resuming her investigations; there was no way of telling if any more of the stuff was still on its way out, having likely worked up and down the length of her gut during the peristalsis.

Brrrp

The exceedingly wet fart that followed a moment was far too loud for her own asshole. She looked up just in time to see the much larger one above her head open, more of the slime already falling down to join the now quite large pool of the stuff she sat in. She managed a single, flat "shit," directed at no one in particular before the orifice opened entirely and she found herself once more flattened against the floor of the chamber, this time with one very slimy Mirovian squirming atop her.

After a few moments of confusing and slippery readjustment, the Mirovian managed to get itself righted. It looked down to Aki's face, having somehow managed to straddle her in the process. "Hello again," Aki responded. She could only assume that this was the same Mirovian; the cock resting, flaccid, on Aki's midsection certainly seemed familiar.

Hrrrk

The exo's response was verbal in only a very loose sense, producing a noise from its mouth only incidentally as it emptied its guts, apparently having been filled in similar fashion to Aki's. The vomit, the same unidentifiable slime that seemed so omnipresent in whatever this place was, was warm and not wholly unpleasant even as some of it managed to work its way up her nose; the majority of it simply splashed off Aki's face to merge with the rest of the stuff.

Hrrk

Hrrk

Aki waited out the last coughs from the Mirovian before opening her eyes again, slipping a hand free from its place wedged between her side and the exo's shapely thigh to wipe the sludge from her face to the extent that was possible.

"Hello," the exo chirped.

"Hello," Aki repeated flatly. "If you're done..."

The Mirovian's delicate blue features registered nothing in particular. Maybe it was something about this place. Even Arelnë had not been so stupid.

"I don't mind being on bottom but I think you're better equipped for this position," Aki replied.

The Mirovian blinked in apparent confusion.

"Get the fuck off me," Aki said.

This, or the strange gibberish that she had unthinkingly translated it to, was more successful: the exo stood and took a step to the side, allowing Aki to at last slide her way out of the potential path of any more slime-shit or less than helpful alien companions that might come hurtling down atop her.

"What," she asked, wiping slime away from her body in what was surely a futile attempt at this point, "is this fucking place?"

The Mirovian blinked, cocking its head to one side as if Aki had just what red tastes like.

"This place," Aki gestured round about the chamber which appeared, apart from that which she had brought with her, also to be blessed, such as it were, with its own plentiful supply of the same slime, the irregular walls of the place glimmering in that ever-present but never identifiable bioluminescence in a way that told her, even without closer inspection, that this fluid, whatever it was, was a constituent part of this ecosystem, or digestive tract, or possibly, for all Aki could make of the situation, afterlife. "I can only assume, given the diversity of your friends earlier, that we're not on Miroẘa."

That was, of course, built on the assumption that Miroẘa was at all like Arelnë had described it, a world covered almost entirely in open seas, idyllic and clean. Arelnë's description of it was almost certainly out of date, but it was unlikely that even the Drecks would have somehow managed to convert it into the type of world that this appeared to be; they were not especially known for building dark, slimy tunnels with walls that appeared to be made out of flesh and spotted with what Aki would have guessed, if she had received by this point any indication that life here evolved along reasonably normal lines, fungoids, bulbous, irregular growths with a texture that would send a more trypophobic Terran into fits. The chamber itself, while not particularly wide, tapered off into darkness in multiple, irregular directions, giving the impression of either the confused burrowing of a distressed parasite or a cancerous digestive tract formed without rhyme or reason.

"Miroẘa...?" the exo repeated the word. It was always hard to tell with exos so far down the Kondaveeti scale, but this one seemed to show a painful lack of understanding; perhaps Aki had simply mispronounced the gibberish.

"Why did you feed me to that... cunt-faced thing and why am I not dead? Am I dead?" Aki asked, stepping towards the diminutive exo. "And why did you follow me? Are you dead?"

The Mirovian smiled. "We are of the one," it answered. "We will join."

Aki let out a frustrated scoff. "As fun as that was the first time..." she began.

Brrp

Aki turned in time to see the magenta humanoid shlorp its way out of the same asshole she herself had arrived through, landing with a wet plop in the same pool. She waited for the inevitable and was rewarded only a few moments later with the exo vomiting an impressive amount of slime. It was, of course, a bit disappointing that these exos were apparently neither surprised nor discomfited by the expulsion of such large quantities of the fluid; it might have been nice to see it wince, but Aki smiled, nonetheless, at the sight, before turning her attention back to the Mirovian.

"So," she regarded the blinking exo, which appeared quite cheerful about having passed through some creature's gut and in the process having been filled with fluid to the point of practically bursting, "is this how you guy always travel? Or is this only for special guests like myself?"

The Mirovian appeared to search its no doubt insufficient brain for words. "We will walk," it replied finally.

Just as Aki opened her mouth to ask where they might be going, her attention was torn away by the magenta exo's grunting. She turned her head to watch it, squatting in the pool of slime that by now was nearly ankle deep. Its admittedly cute little purplish asshole opened and a moment later a geyser of slime came shooting out; a few moments after that, the exo let out a relieved "aah," and its face took on a familiar, contented look.

"Probably for the best," Aki muttered, receiving, as expected, no response from the Mirovian beyond a blankly pleasant smile. She returned her attention to the other exo, which had remained squatting but, perhaps unsatisfied with either the rate or the total quantity of the fluid it had expelled, in the meanwhile had stuck a pair of fingers up its ass and scooped out a sizable glob of the stuff. Aki licked her lips, her eyes so fixed on the exo that she somehow missed the approach of another creature until it had nearly reached the edge of the fluid.

There was no clue where the creature had come from, but its relatively slow pace as it scraped along the floor indicated that wherever it had seemingly emerged from, it was not far from that particular spot. The slow pace was likely less a deliberate choice on the creature's part than a result of its perhaps peculiar anatomy: it looked rather as if some particularly cruel deity had taken a typical humanoid and stripped it of most of the features that might have distinguished it, leaving it with no hair, eyes, or even visible auditory or visual sensors, only a gaping hole in the lower half of its head that Aki could only postulate was a mouth; the deity, apparently unsatisfied with this level of disfigurement, had then seen fit to tear the hapless humanoid in half, leaving it to crawl slowly on its two forelimbs. Where the torso would normally extend to legs, there was only a mess of what might have been tentacles if not for their bulbous and irregular shape, which looked far more like distended organs, though no more precise classification could be given from Aki's distance of a few paces.

In any case, the exo did not seem to mind the creature, which pulled to a halt at the edge of the pool and extended what seemed likely to be something of a tongue and began slurping up the goo. "Huh," Aki remarked.

The magenta exo stood, paying the creature no mind. "We will join," it said. This did not sound like a question, but it looked to the Mirovian for a response, regardless.

The Mirovian's answer, such as it was, was to approach its fellow exo, take it in its arms, and plant a deep kiss on its lips. Aki's eyebrow rose as her pussy managed to find a way, despite all the copious fluids, to become even wetter.

Shlorp

Plorp

The Veloran somehow managed to miss both of its companions, which broke off the kiss and regarded it with the same blank stare as always, not reacting visibly as it added its own heaping helping of slime-vomit to the pool. The creature at their feet had continued lapping the stuff up regardless. "Come..." the Mirovian turned its back on the Veloran to face Aki to say even as the latter exo continued spitting out thick globs of goo, unbothered.

"Let me guess," Aki cut it off, "We will join?"

The Mirovian's smile grew wider for a moment before it disappeared as the exo let out a hrrk, taking hold of its smooth tummy. The Veloran paid this no mind, while the other exo watched with what might have been mild interest. A moment later a geyser of shit-slime was coating the Veloran, which merely rose to its feet, entirely ignoring the deluge of thick, sticky goo, and then stated, "We will join."

Aki sighed.

There was always the possibility, of course, that whatever no doubt slimy deity was running this place, if Aki had in fact died, perhaps even at Sasha's hands back on the Shalmaneser, that it had decided on a more intellectual approach than expected to tormenting her. If so, she was likely only acting out some twisted divine plan by asking again, this time to the Veloran, "Where exactly are we going?"

"We will..." it began after regarding her with the same infuriating smile as these exos appeared to wear for upwards of ninety percent of their waking lives, or, for that matter, all of their lives: she had not yet seen them sleep and it was as reasonable as anything else in whatever this place was, where biology appeared to operate by entirely unfamiliar rules, that had she brought up the topic of sleep, she would only be met with the same vaguely confused stare.

"Don't," Aki cut the Veloran off with a perhaps ill-advisedly sternly raised finger, "say 'join'. If I hear any one of you chucklefucks utter that word again..."

The exo did not appear, by any external sign, to have found Aki's confrontational manner upsetting or even worthy of note. Perhaps "chucklefucks" did not translate as well as hoped through whatever mechanism seemed to have taken a hold of Aki's Broca's area so thoroughly that it was easy to forget she was not, in fact, speaking Terran. Rather, the Veloran cocked its almost infuriatingly beautiful head to one side and responded, "We will descend."

This prompted a confused look from Aki herself before she could correct her expression a few moments later; neither the Veloran nor either of its companions seemed to take any particular note of the momentary lapse, regardless. At least "descend" implied a distinct direction. Whether that had any particular meaning or not was a different matter.

The foursome had perhaps been descending for at least a few minutes, making their way down, or at least along, first one tunnel and then another. All had appeared indistinguishable, the same fleshy walls, the same fungoids, the same occasional skittering things that always seemed to appear out of nowhere, perhaps birthed from the soft, slimy walls themselves, only to scuttle perhaps a few meters in this or that direction before disappearing into another, seemingly identical segment of wall or floor or ceiling elsewhere, not so much burrowing as simply sinking in. The exos seemed to pay these skittering things no mind, and the feeling was mutual, but rather continued down twisting paths guided, it seemed, by nothing at all. Given her options were to follow or take her chances wandering alone in what very well may have been an infinite flesh labyrinth, even assuming they would be amenable to this separation, itself a dubious proposition, Aki had opted to tag along as was apparently expected; at least this gave her a chance to eye the Mirovian's shapely backside as it led the way. Whether or not the Veloran had been loose with its tenses, that is, if the supposed descent was already underway, was hard to ascertain. There seemed to be a definite sense of "down" in the place, with gravity holding her bare feet to the squishy floor, but the twisting of their path had made any sense of the relative elevations involved unclear at best.

The conversation, infuriating as it was, had been distracting enough that it was somewhat surprising, when she gave up on it, that the others had come to a halt. Perhaps they were waiting for their companions to finish conversing; there was no other obvious reason why this particular patch of tunnel, which continued on in the direction they had been heading for far enough that it became lost in the general murk, and nothing about the walls, which were to all appearances the same squishy, wet material as the rest of the tunnel had been, was anything special.

"We descend," the Mirovian chirped.

Aki sighed.

The possibility, one which few if any superstitions had seemed to account for, of the underworld, whatever form it may take, simply driving its occupants insane by the sheer incomprehensibility of eternity, could not be entirely dismissed. Aki's guides, if that's what these exos were, may simply have been here too long, swallowed and squished and filled and drained with any number of fluids so many times that their brains, not entirely unlike a Terran's, if inferior in most regards, simply snapped, the one aspect that this place may not have healed, leaving them babbling incoherencies about joining and descending. Perhaps the same fate awaited Aki. Of course there was no way to know. Her tongued drifted idly around the inside of her mouth while her eyes moved from exo to exo, finding there, unsurprisingly, no assistance with this particular puzzle.

Hrrrrgh

Her eyes stopped their drifting, immediately shifting into a deeply-ingrained panic mode at the sound, which seemed to emanate from all directions at once. The floor beneath her feet seemed to squirm, shifting under her in multiple directions at once.

Hrrrk

Khrrriii

The slimy, soft walls had begun shifting; she whipped her head to one direction and then the other as her heart raced. The passageway was closing; turning the other direction showed it, too, closing off, the walls pinching together, squeezing steadily into a sphincter. "Fuck!" she shouted. Her feet chose for her, sending her racing towards the nearest passage, already rapidly closing. She reached it, feet slipping out from under her on the slimy floor, just in time to grab the sphincter and apply what turned out to be an entirely inadequate amount of force. Already having closed to a point which would have necessitated an uncomfortable crawl in order to pass through, the walls showed no signs of slowing down.

"We descend."

Aki abandoned the futile pawing and turned to find the magenta exo, staring back at her with that same fixed smile.

There was, of course, little other recourse. She verified the wall had closed up on itself, wherever the hole had been only moments before now seemingly grown over with the same material and entirely indistinguishable from the surrounding surface, then returned her gaze to the exo's unnervingly black eyes, her heart rate already returning to normal.

Hrrrk

Her attention was drawn from the hauntingly beautiful exo before her again, this time towards the floor at what was now the center of the chamber: it was tearing itself apart, an uneven hole forming, expanding outwards irregularly, the very substance of the place stretching and snapping with the sort of cacophony that accompanied an especially gruesome industrial accident, muscle and tendon rending seemingly of its own accord and leaving only a gaping void in its place. The exos, seemingly unbothered by this, merely stepped back cautiously, allowing the void space to grow but showing no other outward signs of panic.

A few moments later, their calm seemed, in contrast to Aki's once more racing heart, well-placed, as the opening, a few meters across, appeared to stop, as if in response to some signal only it could perceive. The exos, too, remained in place, leaving the only motion in the place, apart from Aki's frantic breathing, the steady ooze of some unknown substance leaking from the edges of what looked like an enormous wound in the floor, an uneven dripping of fluid down and out into the formless murk below, vanishing rapidly out of sight.

"Down there?" Aki asked once she had steadied herself, directing her question at the mysterious exo nearest herself. Receiving only the same empty smile from her non-interlocutor, Aki turned her attention back to the void, cocking her head to one side as from the edges of the gaping wound, she could now perceive irregular, bony growths slowly extending downward. The entire chamber seemed to groan. At seemingly random intervals, Aki's ears informed her of a sound not unlike the familiar one of a scalpel tearing through soft flesh, albeit much louder.

She crept down the gently sloping ring of floor toward the edge of the hole, stealing a glance back over her shoulder at the motionless magenta exo before casting her eyes down to the void even as the growths continued. She reached cautiously down, but to no avail: the growths, not far from her, were still well out of reach without risking a tumble down into the potentially infinite blackness below, having to settle for resting her hand on the lip of the wound and in so doing confirming the same slimy, fleshy texture that seemed to abound everywhere one looked in this place, but with the added confirmation in the form of vibrations that her eyes were not lying. Whatever the things were, stretching out into the void, they were growing from the place itself, albeit without any of the sensible structure of a true skeleton, but rather forking and bending this way and that and, at a distance too great to be sure, seemingly merging into one another, forming a confused scaffolding of sorts. Perhaps she should not have been surprised at this point, but a "The fuck is this..." escaped her lips, regardless.

Scree!

Aki fell back on her bare ass, instinctively flailing as she slid down toward the chasm, only to find the magenta exo's hand on her forearm holding her confidently in place. That same smile, at once so inviting and so unsettling, appeared again on its face before it yanked her, seemingly effortlessly, back up to where she could find her footing again.

"I guess we don't descend just yet," she said, having once more settled her breathing. The exo responded with only a nod and Aki returned her attention to what was increasingly taking on the shape of a tunnel, albeit only a skeletal one. She quickly located the source of the screeching: what appeared to be a creature, probably quite small, though the distance to it, perhaps a few meters, or perhaps more, made it difficult to judge. Her primate brain first intuitively identified the rapidly fluttering creature as a bat, but a closer inspection quickly dispelled the notion: bats showed, overall, not a great deal of anatomical variance, and certainly all of them exhibited a classic, if heavily modified mammalian body plan, with a head distinct from the abdomen. This creature failed to meet that seemingly minimum requirement, its body apparently only a single, sickly-looking, hairless blob. Bats also without exception flapped about on the standard two wings, whereas this thing appeared to generate lift with what looked more like flaps of skin extending all along the sides of its body and exhibiting a wave-like motion. It let out another piercing scree, changed directions mid-void, and promptly slammed into one of the bony protrusions, producing a formless glob of apparently dead matter.

She rose to her feet just in time to be unsettled by another scree and then another. How the things, which now fluttered up from the void below at a startling rate, even produced the sound without visible orifices would have to remain a mystery, as each, acting as if by some preordained plan, followed its predecessor's lead, slamming itself into the increasingly dense skeleton that lead down and out of sight.

Before long, the skeleton itself had become obscured, shellacked over with the innards, if the things even had such, which, given the mostly uniform coating that resulted, was doubtful, of countless flapping things. The dizzying effect of the suicidal frenzy occurring before Aki's eyes was enough to keep them glued in place such that it took an extra moment for her frontal cortex to register the strong hand on her arm. She turned her attention reluctantly back to the exo, the tongue of which darted out and made a quick circuit of its lips. "We descend," it said.

"That seems inadvisable," Aki responded. She took another look into what had been only perhaps a few minutes ago a seemingly endless void to find that the flurry of bat-things had trailed off into a few stragglers, which all faithfully took to their apparently appointed duties with aplomb, splattering themselves onto the now fully intermingled corpses of their predecessors, forming what appeared to be a solid if surely quite gooey tunnel of flesh. "Neat trick," Aki continued, "Admittedly. But that's still a long way down."

The exo responded by yanking Aki to itself and planting a deep kiss on her lips. The exo's tongue snaked its way into Aki's mouth, forcing its way through her lips without meeting any resistance and then in, suppressing Aki's own tongue easily and continuing on into her throat. It was not difficult to suppress the gag reflex for the first few centimeters, at least, but as the kiss continued on for upwards of a few seconds, her lungs began to complain loudly and she pushed away, moving quickly enough to catch the tongue snaking its way back into the exo's smiling mouth. Unfortunately, the effort of the push had seen her nearly stumble backwards into the pit, caught only by the exo's steady grip. "Another neat trick," Aki replied. A tongue like that could certainly make her stay in this place more interesting. "But like I said..."

The exo released her.

She tumbled backwards, unable to keep her feet under herself, toppling over first to the floor, sliding down its less than gentle slope to the void, and then, fingers searching desperately for a hand hold... stopped.

It was not an impact, not even really a stop, more of a sudden deceleration, but not to zero. She was still falling, in some relative sense, at least, the walls of the newly-formed tunnel drifting past her eyes, but at a pace slow enough, and importantly, constant enough, to contradict the idea of gravity having its unfettered way with her. That the walls appeared to be, from her reference frame, moving down, was simply a result of her rather awkward, upside-down entrance into the tunnel. She attempted to glance down, or up, as it were, to get a better idea of the extent of her fall, but met with unexpected resistance. It was not so much that she could not overcome it, tucking her chin down and being rewarded for the effort with the sight of the aperture of the tunnel indeed drifting slowly away, presently less than a meter away. Another head motion in the opposite direction, this one somewhat easier, having no wall to resist her, confirmed once again her descent.

In all the visual confusion, it was easy to miss the sensation of the wall itself, but having settled her stomach yet again, Aki was free to examine it more closely. She turned her head slightly to the side, only to find the effort once again impeded by the wall itself. Once again movement was not impossible, but the sticky surface appeared not to appreciate her effort, pressing itself to the side of her face nearest in response. In any case, she was able to get a better angle at it, casting her gaze to her own arm, which in the fall had struck the wall with the rest of her body and remained firmly in place since. Even in the low light, it was clear that the wall itself was moving, hundreds, perhaps thousands of little globules stretching from the material itself to attach to her flesh for a moment, push her downwards like countless little inchworms in a massive, coordinated effort, and then sink back into the wall. She chuckled: metachronal waves, albeit with whatever the slightly sticky, if not unpleasant goo was, taking the place of cilia.

The movement was mesmerizing, soothing in a way, and she continued watching it, thousands of tiny little feet pushing her down, down, to parts unknown. It was enough to where her reaction to the the presence of the beautiful magenta exo was delayed a moment, having to peel herself away, both literally and figuratively, from the wall to verify it. The exo appeared to be dealing with a similar situation as Aki, although handling it with the same calm demeanor as always. It, too, was making its way down the wall, although inverted, so that its hauntingly black eyes could track Aki's movements, however restricted.

The scene was, of course, surreal. Aki's supposition regarding her means of locomotion down the tunnel was correct, it made sense, though it still sat wrong in a human brain to watch this female form swim its way down a wall as if gravity were completely optional: it likely had to maintain some degree of contact with the cilioids in order to prevent a much more rapid descent, but appeared to be capable of speeding up its progress with what appeared to be an ordinary breast stroke. In any case, it worked, the exo pulling up to Aki's feet without difficultly.

"I would say 'neat trick'," Aki said, her eyes practically falling into the exo's, "but I worry you might take it as an invitation."

The invitation was, apparently, unnecessary, as the exo responded by placing one hand on each of the inner sides of Aki's feet and gently pushing them apart. The tiny little feet adjusting to her new position, a thousand little tingles, was pleasant enough on its own, even before the exo's tongue snaked its way, free of any interference from the wall, up the length of her leg. "Oh..." Aki responded as the tongue reached its intended target, grazing her pussy lips, then after a slight dalliance, settling into a gentle vertical, or, given their position, horizontal, motion up and down her lips.

"Oh shit..." Aki purred at the sensation. Her eyes rolled of their own accord, in the process giving her a brief glimpse of the other two exos, who had apparently joined in the descent on the opposite wall. Perhaps it was going to be a long trip down and this was just the customary way of killing time, as it appeared the others had little difficulty in maneuvering themselves into a convenient position, side by side while maintaining a less confusing vertical orientation than Aki had managed, allowing them to begin jerking one another's cocks as they slid down the wall safely. Aki began to bring her hand to her chest but was met with resistance from the wall. It was probably best not to reduce her usable surface area unless she wanted to risk finding out rather quickly just how far the tunnel went; her nipples' cries for attention would have to go unheeded for the moment. In any case, the exo needed little help. Its tongue had already brought Aki to a sopping wet state before even beginning in on her clit. When it did, Aki's eyes closed on their own, at least cutting down some of the visual stimulation. Taken along with the intense waves of pleasure that started emanating from her clit, it might have been too much for a human nervous system to handle.

She lay there, letting gravity and the cilia and the exo all have their way with her, one massive, writhing machine dedicated to coaxing an orgasm from her. The machine worked, and, though time was always difficult to judge with these things, even without the peculiarity of this particular circumstance, rather quickly. Her body forced out a high-pitched moan as the orgasm began rocking her.

Her hips bucked, pulling off the wall despite its numerous, sticky little objections, her hands went automatically to her body, finally giving in to her nipples' requests.

"Shit!"

She began tumbling down, loosed from the grip of the wall by her own orgasmic writhing.

Down she fell, and down and down; the distance would have been hard enough to judge, given the persistent murkiness and the lack of identifiable markers, even had she not been tumbling end-over end. "Shit shit shit..." she flailed, wheeling too far from the sticky wall to even reach it, regardless of whether or not it would have provided anything to hold onto.

Crack

Thud

The initial impact was painful, of course, thudding so hard that even the relative squishiness of the ground had done little to dampen that. She had taken the brunt of the impact somewhere along the spectrum between neck and shoulders, her naked body curling up and threatening to roll her backwards over onto her face before losing the smaller, much less dramatic battle with gravity and flopping her down onto her back, explaining the second thud which had, perhaps curiously, not lit up any secondary pain receptors, although those on the back of her head, and even to an extent her eyes, whose own descent, cradled within her skull, had of course suffered the same end, her eyeballs no doubt momentarily flattening against the backs of their sockets before threatening to either rebound entirely out of them or simply turn to unusable mush.

She breathed, finding the process laborious; it produced a small eruption of some fluid which she could only imagine from the coppery taste, was her own blood: she may not have fallen far enough to be completely liquefied, but the possibilities for producing internal bleeding of one sort or another in such a fall were too numerous to bother trying to diagnose further.

She told her arms to push herself up, bring her to a sitting position, but they ignored the command. Severed spinal cord, no doubt. Her lungs were operating, though likely filling rapidly with blood, quite likely pierced with a fractured and misplaced rib. The injury to her spine was almost certainly incomplete; another, more careful diagnostic attempt to move her upper body showed only limited response from the biceps, far too little to accomplish the now Herculean task of forcing herself up; injury to C5 was consistent with the approximate point of impact: she would not be walking around any time soon or, most likely, ever, though her autonomic nervous system could handle day to day operations of digestion and excretion absent her input, at least until she drowned in her own blood. She rolled her eyes upward to the now distant, indistinct aperture.

Terran gravity produced an acceleration of 9.8 m/s2; the gravity of this world had not been notably different, so an approximation of 10 for easy computation was not unreasonable. She'd managed perhaps three or four "shit"s before the impact; the precise count was neither knowable, given the situation, nor all that important: the fall had lasted perhaps three seconds at most. At an initial velocity, courtesy of the cilioid walls, of perhaps one m/s, that would yield an impact velocity of

10(3) + 1 = 31 m/s

for a fall of

5 · 32 + 1 · 3 = 48 m

As expected, enough for serious injury, but survivable: if not for the particular angle at which she had fallen she might only have suffered a few broken extremities. As it was, she had little hope of extended survival, and nothing to do but await the inevitable as her exo guides finished the slow drift down, the Mirovian and its partner waiting until almost the last, non-cilia-assisted drop onto the spongy floor to end their groping, casually landing less than a meter away and exchanging a short but, from the looks of it, quite deep kiss before even approaching Aki, looking down on her motionless form without any particular concern on their faces.

"That last step's a doozy," Aki forced the words out with a generous helping of warm blood, which dripped out of her mouth and clung to her jawline on its way down to the floor.

The Mirovian reacted to her auto-translated utterance with either mild amusement or momentary confusion; it was difficult to tell. Perhaps "doozy" did not have an exact equivalent. Regardless, neither the nymphlike little blue exo nor its companions seemed to be in any hurry to deal with her, simply watching, as if waiting for her to get up off her ass but not particularly concerned if it might take years or, indeed, never happen at all.

And so it was odd when she, without any of their assistance, began moving, apparently sliding "up," that is, in the direction of her head, along the floor. At least, that is what the apparent motion, judged only by the passing of what looked like ribs criss-crossing the ceiling of whatever chamber she had only just painfully found her way into, seemed to be saying. Her brain was receiving little and spotty signals from below her shoulders, making it impossible to even guess at what bizarre mode of transport was pushing her along, but a glance downward showed that her guides were keeping pace, albeit at a distance of a meter or so.

Shlorp

Aki heard rather than felt the transition downwards, though the visuals, reorienting slightly, confirmed her having slid, or perhaps been pushed off of whatever was carrying her. The back of her head had registered the motion as little more than a change in orientation, but the way her now useless body flopped towards her face before settling down with a wet thwack confirmed a slight change in elevation, perhaps of a few centimeters, and she was able by turning her head, one of the few motions that remained available to her to reconfirm, her body now lying uselessly in what appeared to be a low patch or perhaps ditch in the ground, though the ribbed structure of the sides looked more like an insect's carapace, replete, as they were with what appeared to be spiracles, as seen from the inside than anything created with a shovel.

She returned her head to facing vertically. An explanation seemed, at this point, unlikely, but if one was coming from her guides, who had gathered over her in some kind of otherworldly version of mourners casting their gazes down on a loved one, one last time before consigning her to become food for whatever hellish version of worms this place had in store for her soon-to-be corpse, they were certainly taking their sweet time with offering it. The same slight smiles only made the entire image more insane.

"We..." Aki's sentence was interrupted by another batch of her own blood before she could finish, "... descend?"

"We descend," chirped back the Mirovian.

Aki's painful, involuntary chuckle came to a halt not from the blood, though that did not help, but rather from the appearance of another creature, at first just a hazy blur, its motion barely noticeable on the lower edge of her visual field, but in its time coming into focus above her as it marched on a pair of almost comically lanky legs, coming to a halt with one claw-like foot digging into the flesh-ground on either side of her body. What seemed to be the main body of the thing, an almost spherical if lumpy mass of sickly-looking flesh, lowered itself over her immobile torso by means of what appeared to be multiple joints having no anatomical analogue in terran tetrapods, and blinked the one massive, bulbous eye that dominated its lone body segment at her.

Aki did not have the strength to proffer the thing a question it likely had no means of answering regarding what it made of what it was seeing: her mouth was quite full of blood and even the effort of pushing that out seemed insurmountable; a smart remark was out of the question, leaving her to lay helplessly and watch as a growth formed on the underside of the thing's body, a semi-translucent sack, it seemed, descending as it grew, first appearing like a blister, but rapidly stretching, taking on the incongruous image of a water balloon, albeit one filled with something far less wholesome than water, hanging pendulously mere centimeters over her unresponsive midsection and threatening to burst at any moment and in so doing release what appeared to be a writhing mass of thick, tangled worms, too confused to count, but each with a cross-sectional diameter rivaling her own motionless arms.

Blurp

She turned her head once more to the side to discover the spiracle-things were, true to form, engaging in fluid transport, albeit with some thick, viscous fluid rather than the usual air. It spurted out irregularly at first, like the initial spurts of a just-activated hose, but quickly evened out, the flow steadying as the level of the fluid crept up and up, already reaching her ears, aided in some small amount by the blood which, upon turning her head, had sloshed its way out of her mouth, leaving her free to wheeze, "fuck me..."

Plorp

She had heard the blister-sac burst but her midsection sent no tactile information to her brain, leaving her to imagine the sensation of the worm-things unfurling themselves haphazardly on her belly. They appeared to have no eyes or visible sensory organs whatsoever, but managed in their disorganized writhing to unwind from each other, some falling into the fluid in the process. Nearly immobilized, Aki could only barely make out such motion, but they seemed to have no difficulty with the medium, wiggling their way through it like shit through a gorlock.

Another began inching its way up her torso, apparently navigating by feel, making a brief, evidently curious stop at her left nipple, which, for better or worse, failed to send any tactile information about the vermiform thing to her central nervous system. Between its impending arrival at her face and the fluid having reached her temples, Aki's eyes had no chance of picking up the slight motion of the Mirovian, which had, it seemed, at some point in all this, taken to kneeling beside the edge of the rapidly filling pool of slime. It smiled at her, then reached into the pool and extracted one of the worm-things, letting the fluid drip its way back into the pool while eyeing it with a look that could only map onto affection.

The big walking eyeball, apparently having finished what it came to do, blinked a few more times before shuffling out of Aki's field of vision, leaving her to focus on either the worm thing wriggling in the Mirovian's gentle grip, or the one that had reached Aki's chin. She chose the latter, turning her head to the side to force the worm into the slime. This accomplished little beyond letting some of the fluid into her own nose, as the creature seemed to be unbothered, adjusting its path and reaching her tightly closed lips.

Putting aside the fact that she was almost certainly about to die, the sensation was not altogether unpleasant, rather like running one's lips over a cock that had just been inside a juicy pussy, albeit a pussy that tasted, when the slime coating the thing inevitably forced its way between her lips, like none Aki had ever encountered, and the cock in this analogy was segmented and moved of its own accord.

The Mirovian cocked its head at her, offering what could only be interpreted as a look of disapproval. Aki's certainly futile efforts to keep the creature from its apparently desired destination, that being the inside of her mouth, might have been a faux pas, but evidently not enough of one to merit much more than the look. In any case, it seemed to have moved on from staring lovingly at the worm-thing in its hands and moved instead down a step or so, reaching again into the pool, this time creature in hand, and between her helpless legs.

She did receive a notice from her lower body of some sort of sensation, though it was impossible to place, the tactile equivalent of overhearing an echo, indistinct and seemingly meant for someone else. It seemed likely the Mirovian was doing something to either her pussy or her now entirely submerged asshole, and given that when it withdrew its hand, it was without the creature in tow, Aki could make a reasonable guess as to what, if not to which orifice, the little exo had been doing.

The physiology was inevitable: the fluid had long since reached her nose, and with its incessant pressure only making things worse, her lungs forced open her mouth, despite the foolishness of this maneuver, as it would only allow more of the fluid in. When the goo rushed in, the worm-thing followed, taking the opportunity to wriggle past her lips and into her throat before her brain could even conceive of clamping her jaws down on it. She could do nothing as the fluid rose beyond the tip of her nose. Lifting her head would hardly be worth the effort: the thing had already slipped down into her throat, with no hope of dislodging it, and in any case, one of its brethren had lazily followed its lead while a tickling at her right ear told her the search for orifices was not necessarily restricted to her alimentary canal.

Her eyes closed.

"Fuck!" Aki screamed.

Or at least this is what she would have screamed had her actual utterance been re-translated back into Terran.

Or at least this is what her re-translated scream might have been had it actually emerged from her lips. As it was, it required no translation in either direction, as "hrrrrgh" hardly meant anything, and this was the closest approximation to an actual word she could produce upon waking, fully submerged in warm, sticky goo and with her mouth occupied by a thick, fleshy something which seemed to extend, judging based solely on feel, both down deep into her guts and out into the fluid where it may or may not have subsequently wrapped around one arm. Another such thing, or perhaps the same one, was wrapped around her ankle: it was impossible to tell without any visual information whether it was one organism or two or three or possibly more floating there in the unidentifiable slime with her in the pure dark.

Logic seemed to dictate that there were more than one of these things, as her asshole dutifully reported having been stretched to a healthy degree with what she could only assume was the same type, if not the same organism, having lodged itself inside her. It seemed wholly implausible that a single presumably worm-like organism, presumably not unlike the ones that had before she had appeared, by all rights, to have died, though evidently much longer, could traverse her entire alimentary canal with room to spare; the odd wriggling sensation emanating from her innards seemed to indicate the heads, if the things even had such, were moving about inside her.

It was peculiar, not least because, despite the sudden shock of waking, apparently not dead, against all good sense, her body did not seem to be objecting to the sensation, but simply reporting it. This was odd enough in itself: humans were not, on the whole, particularly good at pinpointing such internal sensations, having not evolved a mechanism more precise than a vague feeling of one's guts being wrong, but a spinal cord injury such as Aki's was a surefire way of losing even that level of precision. That her guts were stating quite plainly that a thing was lodged within them and moving around and it was actually quite alright, thanks, was essentially impossible.

She kicked.

Her legs responded.

Her spinal cord had been healed. It was absurd; even the vaunted Pärn treatments rarely brought back anything like full functionality, but here she was, kicking and grabbing at the things invading her body with the same amount of control she had always had.

Of course this seemed to accomplish very little, practically, besides establishing a rough idea of the space she found herself floating in: not much more than a few centimeters separated her vertically in any direction from the rigid boundaries of whatever this container was. The odds seemed good that it was, based on the texture under her ass when her kicking pushed her down against the bottom, the same little indentation she had been dragged into; evidently something, roughly a semi-ovoid shape, had at some point after she had passed out been placed over the top, sealing her in with these things, which strongly implied that they were somehow the same creatures she had been buried with, albeit grown in length since then to multiple times their original size.

Another odd piece of information made its way to the surface, that being that her lungs seemed unconcerned about the lack of air. The slime in which she floated had invaded her nose, though the thing currently occupying her throat seemed to have made breathing impossible for what one could only suppose was well longer than the human body could live without air, and yet she was most certainly alive, or at least as alive as she had been prior to passing out. Perhaps the things jammed in either end of her alimentary canal were functioning as an umbilical cord of sorts, though the mechanism by which this would work could not possibly be determined in her current state. Further instinctive attempts, futile as they appeared to be, to dislodge the worm-things, seemed inadvisable.

But that did not mean she had to remain in her current state permanently, though, once the initial panic had worn off, that state was not entirely unpleasant, with her ass in particular taking a pleasant view of the stimulation, and with the other such creatures with which she evidently shared the space, once she had calmed herself, having taken to moving around her body in what was mostly likely an exploratory manner but to her various nerve endings was largely indistinguishable from caresses. Nevertheless, she reached her hands up and inspected the presumed lid of her container. It was firm, resisting her initial half-hearted attempt to push it directly upwards, but also seemed to be lined with a membrane of some sort, the particular sliminess of this coating distinguishable in a way she could not have described if she had wanted to from the ambient goo. The only sensible thing to do appeared to be to signal for release. It may not work, but the worst that seemed likely to occur was nothing, and so she began rapping on it. No immediate response came, but with little other recourse, she continued, adding the closest approximation to "let me out!" she could manage with a fat, fleshy tube shoved down her throat.

She abandoned the attempt, relaxing once more. The superstitious sometimes postulated personalized versions of the afterlife designed to torture or reward each individual according to their own terms. While this seemed pointless, as the supposedly infinite nature of the punishments would even things out in the end, it was almost comical how if this is what was intended in her case. An eternity of anal, even if it did come in the form of a strange lifeform and without any visual stimulation, was hardly all that torturous. Perhaps she'd get bored, though. The worm-thing in her ass moved around pleasantly and she let her hand drift down to her clit.

Or at least where her clit should have been.

This was odd. It was far too large to be her clit, to be any humanoid clit analogue, even, with perhaps a few exceptions from some outer rim worlds. This thing that was growing out of her body, that indeed responded pleasantly, sending a sensation both familiar and completely foreign in its pleasures, to her central nervous system, felt far more like a cock. Exactly like a cock, in fact. But it was most certainly attached to her, most certainly sending signals into her brain that it enjoyed the touch and that she should, consequently, continue it.

It did feel quite good, both the sensations from the cock itself and those of holding it. It was nice and thick, hard to estimate in the pitch black of course, but as it hardened it could be estimated to have a full length of 20 or so centimeters, an enviable if not outstanding length for a Terran. In any case, if the exos' reason for dumping her into whatever this chamber was, was getting her body repaired, it would certainly suffice for a little thank you, should she ever figure a way out of the place. If this particular anatomical curiosity had been part of the intention rather than just a side effect, which seemed both plausible and impossible to know, then they might even be deserving of an extra special thank you. A clit was nice, of course; Aki's had served her well through the years, but they had the drawback of not being particularly good for insertion. This new addition would require some testing in that regard, but promised to be far more well-suited.

The worm thing wrapped around her other wrist resisted only slightly the movement toward her crotch. Everything else it seemed, dipping her hand under the shaft, appeared to be in order, the same tight little pussy as always, no testicles apparent. It seemed likely the others had undergone this same process, whatever it was; however they had managed to produce seminal fluid, or at least something that looked, felt, and tasted quite a bit like it, was worth investigating, but her initial gentle probing at her own twat of course revealed nothing about that matter, only that it was still in working order and that stimulating it simultaneously with her newfound cock seemed to have a kind of multiplying effect, the two working together quite nicely. She ran her fingers along it; the ambient slime was more than sufficient lubrication but that her own physiology was responding as usual was apparent enough from the sensation.

She dipped her fingers inside while continuing to stroke her cock. It was a fascinating sensation, and quite stimulating. Her eyes of course could see nothing, but they rolled back in her head anyway.

Shhrrkk

Her explorations were interrupted by the opening of the casing above her, splitting vertically down the center before falling away. She abandoned the masturbation, fun as it was, and reached upwards with her hands while her eyes adjusted quickly to the only slightly brighter world outside. Her fingers met with the same membrane as before, but with no hard shell opposing her, they pressed into it, stretching and deforming it easily, though it refused to break. She let out, to the extent possible, a frustrated grumble which vibrated through the worm thing in her throat and tried again. This was met with a surprising resistance, not from the membrane itself, but rather the thing wrapped around her wrist, which yanked it back down into the slime before relaxing once again.

She turned her attention, brow furrowed, to the thing which had started slithering up her arm, apparently content that she would no longer attempt to break out, though its reasoning was as unclear as the mechanism by which it had managed to pull her back down, absent any obvious anchor. In any case, she had little chance to investigate, as a shadow falling across her face brought her eyes back upwards. Looming over her was what appeared to be the same eyeball-blob thing that had dumped these strange creatures onto her before wandering off some indeterminate period of time ago. It regarded her with its one enormous eye for a few moments, and then reoriented itself, showing her what she could only assume was the sphincter it had previously used to excrete the worm-sac onto her. The sphincter opened slowly, and another sac descended, the same sickly color as before, but this time containing what appeared to be only a single organism, a thing that resembled in the vaguest terms any of a number of arthropods, though not matching any particularly well: two body segments, the smaller, roughly spherical one likely something akin to a cephalothorax, replete with four spindly legs, and a much longer, oblong abdomen serving no obvious purpose. As might have been expected, the sac plopped out atop Aki, separated from her by the membrane.

The little arthropodoid righted itself as the creature that birthed it, apparently satisfied, lumbered out of view. Aki cocked her head to one side while the small creature scuttled about centimeters above her, finally coming to a stop just over her face. It raised its abdomen and slowly from the end, extruded what looked to be a nasty stinger approximately the length of a human hand.

It might have been wise to move, but the little chamber afforded her no space, only enough to press her head back to the floor and turn away as well as was possible before the stinger slashed in, cutting through the membrane easily before stopping in the spot her eye had been occupying only a moment earlier. From there, the little creature proceeded downward, its stinger making short work of the membrane, slicing it cleanly in half and coming dangerously close to Aki's bare skin before hopping off altogether.

She waited a few moments, letting her heart rate return to normal before testing the opening. The worm thing put up no resistance this time to her motions, slopping off, unconcerned as she sat up, slime dripping down her even as the thing in her mouth remained firmly in place.

The air, murky and pleasantly moist as it was, somehow paled in comparison to the slime, and her bare skin when exposed to it longed to return to her slimy little bed for a while longer, but she persisted, pulling her knees under herself. Now able, apparently, to hold herself upright, she was able to get a better look at the chamber. The pool of slime she stood in did not appear unique; rather it was flanked on both sides by similar-looking things, some covered with what she could only guess were the same thing she had seen fall off of her own. From the outside they looked like nothing more than the carapaces of enormous beetles. Others lay empty.

Neither was the eyeball thing alone; a handful of the creatures plodded here and there, the most obvious signs of life in the place, but certainly not the only ones. An assortment of life was evident, both phytomorphs and more animal-like things, mostly small, but not entirely, scuttling here and there with what seemed to be purpose, but not any obvious one. She took it in for a few seconds before a squirming in her belly reminded her she still had an organism of a different sort stuck in her guts. Now free to move and with adequate light, Aki could see the thing was over a meter long, its tail end still submerged in the slime, where it intermingled with the one in her ass and at least two others, despite her standing position. She took it in both hands and began pulling. In what might have been a mildly surprising turn of events, the slimy flesh-tube put up no resistance whatsoever as it slid up and out of her mouth.

When she had begun pulling, she had placed her right hand firmly around it at her lips, but even after a solid yank, extending her arm entirely, the thing remained in her throat. She continued pulling, leaving her right hand in place as a point of reference, switching to pulling with only the left. The process took a few pulls, producing what looked at a glance to be at least 60cm of uniformly segmented, thick vermiform thing by the time she felt its writhing, seemingly tentacled head tickle her tongue. The average human esophagus stretching around 25cm, the length appeared quite excessive if this thing had been acting as something of a biological endoscope. Her eyebrow crept upwards as she looked it up and down again.

"Hello."

Her eyes had only begun to focus on the peculiar anatomy of what could only be the thing's head, ringed as it was with tiny, squirming tentacle-like things, when the word interrupted Aki's first, simultaneously refreshing and slightly painful breath in what might have been hours, days, or even years.

Bleh

The residue the worm had left in her mouth was not unpleasant in either taste or texture. On the contrary, it was actually rather appealing, a sort of sweet and salty combination that even the best load of cum couldn't compete with. Still, the reaction was instinct, clearing the thick goo from her mouth as she eyed the Mirovian.

"Hello again," she replied, then, receiving only a smile in response, added, "all better, I guess."

"It is wondrous, is it not?" the Mirovian chirped.

"I'm especially fond of this little improvement," Aki said, indicating her now only partially flaccid cock. "I take it this is standard procedure?"

The Mirovian blinked back at her with a smile on its face, but no indication that it had understood the question.

"You," Aki tried again. "The Veloran, and whatever that other friend of yours is. This is what they did to you, too, when you got here?" Still it blinked at her. She took her cock in hand, waving it around until the Mirovian's big black eyes began obviously following the motion. "This place, this... one? It remakes you somehow? Genetic manipulation maybe?"

"We are all made of the one," the Mirovian replied with an eagerness unbefitting the uselessness of its answer.

"Uh huh," Aki said with a nod. "Well in any case, it seems to work. So if we could just..."

Her attention was drawn away from the conversation by the sensation of something moving over her foot. She looked down to find some creature scuttling over to the edge of the chamber she had just been held in. The three jointed legs it walked on indicated something like an arthropod, though the tripodal body plan was relatively rare across the known galaxy, and the bulk of the body appeared to be unprotected soft tissue. Having crossed the threshold of Aki's foot, it proceeded into the pool, then stopped. Before long, one of the worm things wriggled its way over toward the new creature. Without further warning, the creature produced a long, needle-like appendage from its central body, which then darted out, stabbing the worm thing deep into where its head might have been. The soft-looking central section contracted momentarily as if injecting something, and then the stinger retreated.

The new creature made no attempt to pursue the worm-thing as it wriggled away. Before it had even reached the other end of the small pool, however, it began to fall apart, quickly disintegrating into a cloudy mush through which its brethren continued to swim aimlessly.

Aki raised an eyebrow, then returned her gaze to the Mirovian, which reacted not a bit. Aki returned her gaze to the pool in time to see another of the wriggling things make its way toward the little tripod, only to suffer the same injection, though "suffer" may have been the incorrect term; there was notably no squirming, none of the usual resistance that even primitive creatures, Terran or otherwise, tended to display when being preyed upon. Of course the presumed predator here also showed no interest in actually consuming what remained of the vermiform organisms, either. She did not wait for the disintegration to turn her questioning expression onto the Mirovian again.

"So these organisms," Aki began, then paused, looking over the Mirovian's completely innocent expression, "... these things," she indicated the pool, though it was doubtful if the exo could follow even that obvious a gesture, "they exist to heal you? That is, to heal us?"

"We all are made of the one," the Mirovian responded happily. "Each is a part. Each is a purpose."

"Uh huh," Aki replied. Irritatingly stupid explanation aside, it seemed clear that this ecosystem, if that's what it was, had some of the most complex interdependencies she had ever seen. Symbiosis took on many forms across the stars, from the familiar parasitism of the Ruutak lymphsucker to the complex relations among the various organisms of the Thulian web, but none she had ever come across had ever built species like these: evidently engineered for a lone purpose, produced rather than reproducing, and, judging based only on the admittedly rough observations, often without any obvious means of acquiring energy. "And what's your purpose?"

The Mirovian's face lit up. "We serve!"

Aki raised an eyebrow at the new vocabulary. "And does we include me, or are you talking about your little shitbird friend?" This did not appear to translate correctly, judging from the Mirovian's blank expression. "The one with the wings," Aki explained. "And the other one we came here with. How exactly do they, do we serve?"

"We will join," the Mirovian responded. It must have, between blinks of its big, vacant black eyes, detected the frustration Aki was making no effort to conceal, as it began speaking again, only to pause before getting any further than "We..." After a few more moments of blinking, it continued, "You will join," it said, a smile then appearing on its face, as if surprised by its own ability to form this word, and then it added rapidly, "You will join us. You will see. We will see. The joining. It is marvelous."

"Uh huh," Aki replied.

"Come," the Mirovian cooed, and turned to leave. Before Aki had even taken a step to follow it, she was halted by a strange but not unpleasant writhing feeling in her gut. She looked down automatically to confirm the presence of another of the worm-things extending out from her ass. It had been such a low-key pleasure, her body apparently having grown entirely accustomed to its presence over the course of her indeterminate period of stay in the healing chamber, whatever it was, that it had come to be entirely unnoticed.

"Come," the Mirovian repeated without a hint of annoyance, then after apparently locating the cause of Aki's failure to comply, stepped over to her, pressing gently its body against Aki's, and reached around. A moment later Aki's eyes rolled back in her head, her knees barely able to hold as the sudden wave of pleasure caused by an equally sudden yanking of the thing from her asshole struck her. Her cock jumped, or tried to, pressed as it was against the smooth, blue skin of the Mirovian's bare, flat tummy, while the little exo continued its assistance, pulling again and then again, this third yank sufficient, Aki's asshole confirmed grumpily, to finish the job of removing the organism from her guts.

"Oh fuck..." Aki replied. She pushed herself away from the Mirovian, taking an unsteady step back wards, and without pause, took a hold of her newfound cock. It was oozing something from the tip; the texture aligned with that of ejaculate in most known humanoid species.

"It is wondrous, is it not?" the Mirovian chirped. It took a moment to smile at the squirming head of the thing before chucking it carelessly into the slime. Aki caught her breath as the thing met the same fate as its brethren, apparently voluntarily disintegrating into the pool. "Come," the Mirovian repeated.

"I think I just did," Aki replied, her eyes on the sensuous curves of the exo's backside as it moved away.

The chamber, while cavernous, had given way steadily to more of the same tunnels, winding and seemingly less dug-out than grown through some nonsensical, aimless canalization. With the relative bustle of walking eyeballs and various creeping things, for lack of a better term, behind them and out of sight, Aki settled into watching the Mirovian's shapely backside as it made its way, turning here and there at the occasional, irregularly intersected nodes they came upon. There seemed to be little point in engaging the little blue exo in any further conversation, and in any case, Aki's hand was keeping her occupied. The various goings on of what might have been this world's equivalent of a hospital were certainly worth closer investigation, but for the moment, the fact that, having cum only minutes earlier, her new cock showed no signs of being subject to a refractory period seemed the more intriguing avenue of research. With any luck, the Mirovian would once more suddenly stop and she might enjoy another ciliated transport and the attendant chance to test out her new anatomy.

And so the surprise of the tunnel simply ending, opening not into another chamber, but rather what appeared, as strange as this was, to be another world entirely, came as a bit of a disappointment: another ciliated fuck fest was apparently not in the cards. Aki's hand stopped, leaving her semi-rigid member to swing in the moist air. She looked around at what appeared at first glance to be something of a dense forest, though one that gave the impression she'd stepped back into the Devonian period than anything familiar to a modern Terran, the thickly grown flora through which the Mirovian continued to navigate with apparent ease resembling less trees than ferns, all tangled and fractal, the colors of what might have been leaf analogous varying far more than anything on Terra or, for that matter, anywhere in the known galaxy. The dense tangle, through which already the Mirovian was but an indistinct, obscured blue thing, appeared to continue on, stretching out horizontally beyond the limits that the hazy air put on Aki's vision, as well as vertically above her head, at least far enough that whatever the sky might have been, a seeming impossibility, in any case, given their trip to this point, was only visible in fragments too small to be of any value.

She turned, casting her eyes backwards to the tunnel. The forest, such as it was, continued on around the protrusion of whatever structure they had just exited, growing up over its topside and continuing on out of sight. One had to imagine the full extent of whatever complex they had been in to be both worth investigating and most likely mind-boggling, but unless she wanted to spend whatever passed for night in this forest alone, the more pressing matter lay ahead with her guide. She turned once again and made her way as quickly as seemed prudent in the general direction of the blue motion ahead, barely visible now through the brush.

The ground under Aki's feet gave her momentary pause, the soft, wet, fleshy texture that had come to be expected by the nerve endings in the soles of her feet no longer to be found, replaced instead with a spongier, if no less wet feeling. She took a moment to glance down, confirming the ground here appeared to be a confusing quilt of tiny holes, not unlike the surface of certain particularly trypophobia-inducing corals. Her eyes made their way over the surface, stopping when they reached what might have been the stem of one of the numerous plants.

Her eyebrow crept upwards as her eye traced up and then back down the stem, which, as confirmed by first a glance and then a cautious tactile examination, extended down into one of the countless holes in the ground. In the other direction, it joined a web of all but identical structures, tangling together into the main mass of the organism. A quick survey was enough to verify that each such stem, or root, perhaps, trailed down into a hole, in a nearly one-to-one mapping, though it did not take long to find bunches of two or three of the things extending from the same hole, like some kind of alien pili multigemini. The plant, if that's what it was, that her eyes first fell on did not appear to be abnormal in this respect, but rather the unwavering norm: each of the handful of subsequent organisms she examined appeared in the same way to have taken up occupancy in what now seemed more akin to follicles than anything else. Her tongue paced impatiently around her mouth.

"Come," the Mirovian, showing no outward signs of annoyance with Aki's delay beyond having backtracked, chirped. "We will join. You will see. Soon."

Aki let out a mildly annoyed sigh, though a glimpse of the lithe little exo's juicy cock more than distracted from any exobotanical puzzles. "One can only hope," she groused as she took to her feet. "But maybe you and I do a little joining of our own first?"

"It is best not to linger," the Mirovian replied. Its tone contained no hint of annoyance or, really, anything else. It was not a flat, mechanical way of speaking the exo had, nor particularly grating, but every time it did so was another reminder that its mouth could be put to better use.

"I'm sure," Aki said, taking once more to her feet. The delicate fronds of the filiciform she'd been examining sent a momentary tingle running along her bare skin as she regarded the little blue exo, which blinked back absently at her. "Must get to this all-important joining, no doubt."

"It is marvelous," the Mirovian responded. "We are of the one."

"Again, I'm sure," Aki responded. "Could you maybe explain what's so marvelous about it? Or even what it is?" Receiving only blinking in response, Aki sighed again. Perhaps a different form of question would be more successful. "Everything here serves a purpose, yes?"

"Each is a part," the Mirovian nodded excitedly, "Each is a purpose!"

"Uh huh," Aki turned, finding the fronds seemed to remain loosely in place on her skin even as she moved to grasp one for display. "And these? They have a purpose?"

The Mirovian blinked, then its smile grew wider. "Ah, the form, its purpose!"

"Yes," Aki replied. She released the frond, only to find that it stuck to her hand as she moved it to poke a finger into the Mirovian's aggravatingly stupid face. "This form," she continued; it seemed as if the Mirovian was viewing the slender finger poking into its forehead, though the pure black nature of the eyes precluded surety, "What is its purpose?"

"We serve," the Mirovian responded.

Aki growled.

"This form..." the Mirovian seemed to be legitimately searching for words, the subtle motions of its head as it did so extending to Aki's hand and from there the fronds, which seemed only in the mean time to have stuck even more to her, her eyes drawn to the now extensive coating of her own skin by the elaborate, fractal growths, "... this form... I... this form bears other forms."

Aki withdrew her finger, though the fern continued to stick to her as she dropped her hand to her side. It was an improvement.

"We will j..." the Mirovian stopped mid-sentence and corrected itself, "this form... I will... this form will show you... the form. We will join. It is marvelous."

The apparent linguistic innovation, however brief, was a promising sign. With some effort, the exo might be of at least marginal use beyond the obvious physical ones. "Great," Aki replied, "let's go."

This proved to be easier said than done, however. Aki's attempt to move away resulted in the filiciform's violent resistance, yanking her back, not just to where she had stood before the effort, but further still, causing her to tumble back into the confusing mass of fronds. A moment of instinctive struggle later, it had become clear that the additional contacts made as a result had yielded much the same response as before: the fronds, now covering much of her body, held her firmly in place, suspended from the ground seemingly only by the strength of the plant-like organism's body.

"Fuck..." Aki groaned. The fronds were, once the initial shock wore off, not entirely unpleasant, the sensation almost like feathers moving over the skin. Some particularly soft-headed women might have even appreciated this kind of thing. Aki merely sighed and began a closer inspection of the organism.

Perhaps the initial characterization of them as simply one of this world's variants on that nearly universally imitated phylum, the plants, might have been hasty. Its fronds, or perhaps feelers, were indeed creeping along Aki's skin at a rate that was, for most animal-like life of a comparable size, sluggish, but for a plant was fairly impressive, a few milimeters a second; not unheard of for a tropism, but higher up along the scale of these things. She watched for a few moments as one frond made its way over her chest. The sensation was pleasant enough, though her lack of motion owed more to the need to invent a better strategy for freeing herself than anything else. She turned her attention once more to the Mirovian; there was no way of knowing if it would just stand there with the same stupid expression on its face or not, and if so, for how long, but it was worth a check, regardless. "So are you..." she reformulated her sentence, "... Can that form help this form get down from... this form?" She struggled with the strange alien words escaping her lips as much as with indicating her reference. "Or... FUCK!"

The frond had apparently reached its target, sending an intense pain shooting from her left nipple directly into her brain. A pinch could be appreciated, even among the more soft-headed of Terran females, but this was no playful pinch. She cast her eyes down to see the frond had latched quite tightly to her nipple, and appeared to have begun an alarming process of reforming itself.

"Shit!" she screamed at the new but unmistakable sensation of something piercing her nipple. "Shit fuck fuck fuck fuck, get me down, you stupid fucking fishcunt!"

The Mirovian blinked as if still processing Aki's frantic command. Its next response might have been characterized as a sigh. It then stepped forward, took firm hold of its own decently-sized breasts, and squeezed. A moment later, Aki was showered with what could only be some analogue of milk, though the glimmering, pink coloration and slightly too-thick texture argued otherwise.

Regardless of its composition, it had what she could only guess was its intended effect, the fern quickly withdrawing, leaving Aki to tumble the short but not entirely painless distance to the ground. "Shit," Aki groused, rubbing her tit. It did not so much hurt as simply felt, for lack of a better term, weird. She cast her eyes back up at the Mirovian, little pink droplets still clinging to its dark blue nipples. "So that's this form's purpose, I guess?"

The Mirovian cocked its head to one side as if considering the question in some detail. Finally it responded, "You are... Its purpose is... misaligned." It blinked a few more times, then added, "It is best not to linger."

The filiciform forest had gradually but surely given way to a relatively barren area, the little folicules remaining as they continued on, their distribution seemingly unchanged, with only the organisms growing from them becoming less and less frequent, stopping altogether what Aki could only estimate as perhaps a kilometer or so from the exit. That the landscape appeared to be nothing but this flat and, beyond the innumerable little holes dotting its surface, entirely featureless plain appeared not to hinder the Mirovian's confident navigation in the slightest, pushing on into the haze, a seemingly perpetually distant fog obscuring whatever their destination might have been.

The uniformity of their surroundings had also done nothing to prompt conversation from the Mirovian, though that was, on the whole, not necessarily the worst thing in the world; its responses to Aki's queries had thus far left something to be desired and, given the limited cognitive ability of such inferior species, even before whatever this place was had gotten to it, Aki may well have been better off trying to ponder things out for herself. And something had almost certainly gotten to the little exo and its currently absent exo friends. The language of "joining" most certainly referred to some form of biological union; perhaps a fungoid infection along the lines of the infamous Bishtak incident, though that would do nothing to explain the myriad other biological oddities. And the Mirovian's uselessness with regards to its own origins aside, the presence of humanoids from such disparate sectors of the galaxy, along with the still unexplained means by which Aki had arrived in this place only confounded the matter further.

Her tongue was still slowly pacing over her teeth when the Mirovian's sudden stopping snapped her to attention. It took a moment before her eyes, now freed of the mesmerizing motion of the exo's shapely backside, could adjust. The exo had halted in front of what appeared at first glance to be a wall, though a closer look showed it sloped, albeit at such a steep angle that if it was bounded vertically at all, its top was completely obscured by the haze. The haze also went some distance in explaining, combined with her focus on the Mirovian's ass and the up to that point tedium of the journey, why she had not noticed it: its sickly, pale coloration made it blend in almost seemlessly. A glance down showed it appeared to grow, unsurprisingly, organically from the ground itself, with only a thin transition area between the relatively well-defined, porous ground and the wall, or rather mound, itself, the surface of which seemed to somehow be ill-defined and shifting. She took a moment to look at it, found its motion, or perhaps only apparent motion resulted in an uncomfortable pressure behind her eyes, and then relieved the pressure by focusing again on the exo. "So, now we join?"

The Mirovian's response was unexpected, coming in the form of a sudden, deep, and very tongue-intensive kiss, though it was not, for this, unwelcome, and certainly a better use for its mouth than talking had been. A moment later, Aki was able to confirm the motion of the wall-mound directly, as the exo pressed her back up against it. For as hard to follow and indistinct as it had been visually, it was surprisingly pleasant to the touch, giving an impression not unlike that of a massage chair, albeit one made of moist, soft flesh, pressing at random points, giving way here and there while the Mirovian's tongue made its way into Aki's throat.

Aki kissed back, though this automatic response was useless: the Mirovian's tongue had already won the battle with her own and was now subjugating her entire oral cavity. Its cock, too pressed down on hers, and her already semi-hard member sprung into action, reaching full hardness almost instantaneously and pressing back. So this was the frottage that so many Terran men denied enjoying. No wonder; even without the added exhilaration of the kiss, or the sensation of hard nipples pressing into her chest, the feeling of two hot, hard cocks battling one another would have been enough to defeat any man's notion of his own pure heterosexuality.

It was all so sudden and, with the drastic changes to her gonads, expectedly new and disorienting, it was no wonder it took more than a few moments before she broke off the hot, wet, kissing, only then able to verify visually that the pressing into the wall had been quite literal: her head had sunk inwards, and the greater part of her body with it, the wall seeming to separate itself, politely making way for her, though offering no more room than necessary, remaining tightly packed around her. "What the fuck?" she asked.

That the Mirovian's answer was yet another kiss, this one powerful enough to knock Aki entirely off her feet, the wall-mound giving way readily, producing a sensation not unlike falling back into a pool filled with balls, or perhaps jelly, should perhaps not have been a surprise. That the Mirovian followed her down and in, its lips locked onto hers even as its hand groped greedily at Aki's new member, might have been. Whether it was wise to allow it seemed irrelevant, and in any case the sensation of a delicate hand gently stroking Aki's cock overrode any possible concern. What was actually surprising was that once the Mirovian had pulled away again, kissing its way along Aki's neck, her eyes opened to find not the blackness one might expect from being pressed inside a wall, but, apparently with the aid of more bioluminescence, the strange, shifting, irregular movements she had witnessed outside. The light appeared to be coming from beneath them, if that direction actually made any sense in this context, but the cramped yet not uncomfortable quarters and seemingly quasi-fluid nature of the material around her made turning herself over difficult, and not worth risking the handjob ending prematurely, in any case.

Aki sighed; it was, for all its strangeness, not even the slightest bit unpleasant: the Mirovian continued to jerk her gently while it explored her chest. Her eyes grew unfocused, the strange motions flowing over her optic nerves for a while as the pleasure came in waves, ever increasing in strength until one threatened to escape her in the form of a hot load of cum. Perhaps this is why Terran men tended to appear to lose themselves so often in sex: the mental energy it took to suppress, rather than push towards an orgasm, had been hard to estimate until now. She craned her head down, but rather than be met with the expected view of the Mirovian's soft, gentle kisses, she found her sight obscured by a protrusion in the surrounding material, large enough to nearly completely hide the little exo's head. It appeared to be growing, bulging out and down until it pressed against Aki's chest. Close as it was, it was difficult to make out, but one thing became entirely clear a second later, when the protrusion snapped off, producing in an instant a globule, which then, pressed between herself and the surrounding material, deformed, squishing into some deranged, fleshy pancake, its boundaries blurring until it became almost entirely indistinct.

Skin. This was skin. Or something like it, anyway. Aki let out an involuntary scoff. Cells, tightly packed, pressed against each other but with no set plan, simply unregulated growth, pushing, pushing, pushing themselves and their myriad descendants out and out, capturing any foreign bodies, be they potential pathogens or relatively harmless humanoids in the process, blindly reproducing ad nauseam, surely continuing their unceasing reproduction even after the organism they collectively protected had died. All that remained was to flake off like so much detritus.

"Fuck..." Aki groaned as another insistent wave of pleasure threatened to materialize as what felt like, even without the experience to accurately judge, a fairly substantial load of cum. The source for the sudden uptick in pleasure had taken a moment to place, perhaps a result of what must have been a substantial rewiring of her nervous system in order to produce the happily responsive cock over which the Mirovian's soft fingers were moving steadily up and down: it appeared the little exo, not having to support its own weight due to the pseudo-keratinocytes doing the work for them, had reached its other arm around, seemingly digging it between the unconcerned globs of tissues pressing in on them, and begun teasing her still very much operational pussy.

Aki's eyes resisted her attempts to keep them open as the Mirovian's fingers slid inside her, somewhat offsetting the increasing intensity of the light which seemed to be, in keeping with some form of skin, albeit a strange one, only partially absorbed by the tissue surrounding them, fading from an ostensibly reasonable level somewhere below them to nearly nothing in their initial position. As the Mirovian worked her cock and pussy simultaneously with a skill that belied an extensive experience, Aki stopped fighting her eyelids and let them close, opting instead to rely entirely on touch to locate the Mirovian's body.

Perhaps it was also well-practiced in navigating the cramped, variable space between various dermal layers, as it had evidently managed to get itself entirely turned around: at least it felt to Aki's admittedly inexperienced cock that its hand was now joined by a mouth, although the possibility of the new wet heat on her throbbing cock head being some unseen slimy parasite which made its home between the cells presently pushing Aki and her companion incessantly down and down could not be entirely dismissed. In any case, the "cells" around Aki proved lenient, allowing her hand to locate quickly the Mirovian's cock: the precum oozing from its tip was unmistakable, even if confirming this visually in the cramped pocket of space they occupied was all but impossible. She stroked it, smearing the precum up and down the member's length, savoring the perfect fleshy hardness between her fingers.

"Oh shit..." Aki groaned. There was a risk that the healing process had rewired away her G-spot, but the Mirovian had just verified this was not the case. The muscles in Aki's face tightened as she lost the battle with the cum inside her. It was hard to separate them, of course, but it did appear that whatever the rewiring had done, it had not simply replaced one path to an orgasm with the other, but rather seemed to have added another path, albeit one that was hopelessly entangled with the ones already present, in this case causing a chain reaction, wherein the more familiar, deep quaking of a female orgasm pushed her male anatomy well over the edge with it, and soon she found herself spouting a thick, hot load of cum as fast as any Terran male cadet on his first trip to Veldar. "Shiiiit... Shit!"

The initial slow groan transformed instantly as the apparently thinning layer of tissue beneath her gave way, skin-like globules falling around her and the Mirovian, which continued, undisturbed to suck her for the course of the two meter or so vertical drop to yet another soft but firm, fleshy floor, apparently not bothered in the least by Aki's cock slamming into the back of its throat when they finally made impact.

"Oh, shit..." Aki groaned again, pushing herself up onto one elbow and rubbing the back of her head with her other hand. The fall, it seemed, had not been far, not enough to do damage and certainly paling in comparison to the last one she'd recovered from. She cast her eyes around the chamber as the refocused and adjusted to the light, which she could now see appeared to be produced by a veritable herd of arthropodoids, each no bigger than a Terran fist, scuttling this way and that, their bulbous abdomens glowing while their opposite ends made short work of the bits of tissue that continued to plop roundabout the pair.

It was only the relatively sudden release of the Mirovian's until then tightly clamped lips from her cock that drew Aki's attention back downwards. The little exo promptly took to its delicate little feet, its cock waggling deliciously with the effort. A mix of spit and cum trailed down its chin, but it seemed to pay the fluids no mind; neither did it seem to care about those still steadily oozing from Aki's cock, which continued twitching intermittently against her tummy, the shock of the fall notwithstanding. "Come," the Mirovian said. "Each has a purpose. We will see."

Aki watched the exo move away for a moment, then turned her attention to her own midsection, scooping up a good deal of the thick, creamy fluid she'd just expelled from some unknown feature of her now unfamiliar anatomy, examining its texture, head cocked to one side, as it dripped to the floor beside her. One of the little scuttling bug things moved rapidly towards the pool and began with what appeared to be a fairly elaborate set of mouthparts, scooping the fluid into itself.

"We will see," Aki repeated to no one in particular. "We will see..."

It was, perhaps, notable, that Aki's Mirovian guide did not specify a timeframe for this "seeing". Whatever the revelation, the glorious purpose it or perhaps Aki herself was serving in this place, the exo appeared to be in no rush to get to it. But it was possible their destination, which apparently lay at the end of another series of twisting and seemingly twisted series of passages, was simply too far; the Mirovian's only answers to any of Aki's queries about such had been the by now familiar litany of nonsense about joining and how glorious it all was. Aki had abandoned the attempt and settled quickly into observing the Mirovian's perky little ass as it swayed in front of her with the exo's confident movements down and down almost identical fleshy tunnels.

It was possible, of course, that the empty-headed little exo was simply wandering aimlessly, its vacuous claims of glorious purpose the result of an already feeble mind breaking under the weight of an apparently endless exposure to a world that stubbornly refused to make sense, biologically or even geometrically. It seemed that they had been moving steadily downwards, but the main indication that they were making progress towards anything was a slight uptick in the thick slime that the walls seemed to excrete; this increase was, however, so gradual that one might have chalked it up to either random noise or misperception. Still, it seemed, as the stuff had crept up to nearly Aki's ankle, that they were headed somewhere, at least.

She slowed long enough to dip a pair of fingers into the stuff, righting herself again without having lost more than a step or two on the Mirovian, which surely would have stopped had Aki taken any longer, though in this case it had proceeded apace while Aki smeared the stuff over her fingers. It was a pleasant sort of goo, thick but not goopy, homogeneous in its composition, apparently, despite the fluid, ever-changing nature of the light it seemed to partially refract. It would surely make do for lube, anyway, if she could not figure out what, if any purpose it served. In any case, it was pleasant enough to play with. As she did so, she reached her hand out to the nearest wall and let the fingers of that hand enjoy the same pleasure, the slime oozing between them as she continued down and down, her eyes only partially registering the continued motion of the blue thing in front of her.

While the stuff would likely work as a lubricant, this hardly seemed to have been its purpose: if something large enough to tax the walls were creeping through these tunnels, they had yet to encounter it; circulatory medium seemed out of the question, the tunnels lacking any similarity to phloem, and the fluid itself only lazily excreted and not apparently pumped in any direction at all, contra anything like blood; a digestive enzyme would have either had to have been so slowly acting, given how long they'd been wading through the stuff seemingly unharmed, or completely useless. The entire conception of the place as organ may have been completely incorrect of course; it had the appearance of miles and miles of mucus membrane, but exobiology had a way of making a fool of the observer; perhaps the walls were innumerable tiny organisms, indistinguishable to the naked eye, the omnipresent goo merely its reproductive fluid, so much alien cum sloshing around her feet. She smiled.

Her smile disappeared along with the wall, her fingers dangling suddenly into a void. Her eyes, followed quickly by the rest of her head, wheeled over to inspect the sudden lack of gooey sensation, her feet immediately coming to a halt. Indeed, the wall had simply ceased to be as she had wandered, half-following the Mirovian; beyond her still dripping fingers lay a void.

Her eyes moved quickly, ascertaining the curving, sloping wall had opened, the wall once more beginning a few meters hence and proceeding down and out of sight into the murk, otherwise entirely unchanged, save the gap into which her hand now protruded. The floor of the tunnel extended perhaps a few meters out into the murky void to her side, continuing on and out of sight past the far edge of the hole. She turned, her eyes lingering only briefly on the Mirovian, which had stepped out through the portal onto the ledge beyond between Aki and the void, evidently waiting while Aki's nervous system caught up.

The void itself appeared to continue vertically in both directions. She stepped outwards cautiously, tracing a path her neurons reconstructed only retroactively via which the Mirovian had moved. The slime underfoot was not especially slippery, but a fall from here would appear, as Aki cautiously stepped near the edge of the void, to continue without end, the chamber which she could now see they had entered, extending both up and down to such a distance that the winding ledge which continued down and along the wall, gently sloping inwards as it descended, apparently wrapping around the entire roughly cylindrical chamber, disappeared into the murk before reaching either ceiling or floor. It gave the appearance of an enormous corkscrew, albeit one made of squishy flesh and so large that the opposite side was, at best, indistinct.

"Fuck me..."

Aki's tongue hesitated on her lips. She had not muttered those words, translated or not. This was no expression of awe or surprise, but a request of the type which was uttered, usually, but not exclusively by a female humanoid, despite the fucking in question already happening. Her eyes quickly located its source, an easy task, especially considering that the utterance was followed by another and then another "fuck me", each as breathy and desperate as the last: not more than a few meters away, where the irregularly sloping ledge ducked into what looked to be a cozy little crevice, was a humanoid, its unfamiliar, pale orange skin flecked with brilliant patches of purple, lay on its back while a thing complied with the command.

The humanoid, though not appearing in any Confederation database of exo species, looked, apart from the perhaps exceptionally beautiful coloration, to be situation firmly in the fat part of the anthromorphic spectrum, wholly unremarkable, and almost certainly, like the Mirovian, which stood at a distance, apparently in no hurry to rush Aki's comprehension along, a foreign transplant to this world. The same could not be said of thing contentedly fucking her, an inky black monstrosity whose four, long, spindly limbs were either holding down its partner or, more likely, simply holding its shapely thighs apart, nasty-looking talons gingerly gripping each of the exo's limbs while another appendage, perhaps a tail of some sort, extending from the segmented main body of the thing, plunged in and out of the exo's pussy.

"Fuck me..." the exo continued to moan; it was hard to say whether the thing, which did not appear to have a separate head at all, let alone any visible sense organs, was even detecting the words, let alone obeying them, or simply acting on instinct. In any case, it did not seem to matter; the thing showed no signs of stopping and the exo appeared quite pleased with the state of affairs. Stepping closer, it was apparent that the pussy in question was reacting enthusiastically, the fluid gushing from it with each thrust having already formed a sizable pool, at least half a meter in diameter, under the exo; on its belly, a penis, no doubt appended by the same process which Aki had earlier enjoyed, flopped, half-erect, yet more fluid spewing periodically from its tip while the thing continued apace.

Aki licked her lips as she approached. The tail of the thing alone, probably nearly a meter in length, was the sort of thing any number of defensive mechanisms buried deep in her brain through millions of years of evolution, should have been screaming about, but she did not hesitate to get a closer look at it, kneeling and cocking her head to one side. It was truly remarkable, giving the impression of vertebra, although the shape of each segment was incorrect for such. Narrow enough that she could easily have wrapped her fingers around it at its thinnest points, it fattened again towards the distal end, reaching a circumference a bit larger than that of her balled fist near where it plunged repeatedly in and out of the exo's willing cunt. One had to imagine its segmented nature only contributed to the pleasure evident on the exo's face.

"Please..." the exo groaned, drawing Aki's attention toward its face. It was not entirely apparent what the creature was requesting, though its groping toward Aki's now fully erect penis gave a general indication. The organism doing the thrusting was apparently less interested in adding another member, as its spindly legs continued to pin the exo to the fleshy floor, seemingly unconcerned with its partner's desires.

"Isn't it glorious?"

The Mirovian had managed to sneak up on Aki, silently moving over her shoulder. It bent at the waist, watching alongside her for a few moments.

"That's one word for it," Aki replied, her eyes only briefly confirming the Mirovian's presence before a sudden halting of the movements before her drew her eyes back. She cocked her head once more to the side while the helplessly pinned exo whimpered.

Another motion from the tail caught her eye next, though this was of a different sort than the previous fucking motions: the tail bulged out a few centimeters, forming a sort of egg-shaped lump near the main body, and then the lump proceeded downwards. Aki watched it as the bulge worked its way down the length of the tail, segment by segment, and, apparently meeting a bit of expected resistance, into the exo's dripping cunt. Another bulge appeared and repeated the process, a faint squishing sound accompanying it, barely audible over the exo's groans. Aki moved her ear closer, a motion which the organism either did not register or simply did not find relevant, giving her a slightly clearer sound, though not clear enough to determine what exactly it was injecting into the exo. Eggs of a sort were the obvious guess but it may very well have been any number of things; globs of this or that fluid could not even be ruled out by sound alone. Perhaps it would be so kind as to dismount and allow her a closer inspection, but requesting such seemed unlikely to work.

In any case, after apparently depositing a few more helpings of whatever it was into the exo's apparently obliging cunt, the thing dismounted. Aki got only the briefest of looks at the tail-thing before it retracted all but entirely into the main body of the thing, which then detached from its partner and scuttled up the wall and out of sight.

"Oh..." the exo's groan may have been anywhere on a spectrum of pain or pleasure, but it remained in place in any case, the trickle of fluid oozing from the tip of its penis continuing regardless as Aki crawled in between its legs. The organism had done a number on the exo's rather juicy cunt, leaving it gaping open deliciously, a steady if small stream of slime continuing to ooze from the relaxed hole. Aki probed cautiously at its pussy lips, finding them not dissimilar to a Terran's. They were practically begging for a closer inspection, and the exo did not seem to put up any resistance. Perhaps she could simply reach in and extract whatever had just been injected.

"We will join," the Mirovian chirped.

"In a minute," Aki replied without looking as she slid two fingers easily into the exo's forgiving twat. It did not resist at all. This was, of course, the downside of sloppy seconds, but vaginas, Terran or otherwise, tended to be quite resilient, and in any case, Aki's own cock felt to be of sufficient girth that a little stretching would not matter.

"We descend," the Mirovian replied.

Aki let out a frustrated noise and turned her head to look up at the annoying exo. There did not seem to be any particular hurry, and besides, Aki would surely not be long with this one, loosened up or no. "I said," she responded, "in a minute. I'm busy."

Something moved over Aki's hand.

Whatever the healing process had done to rewire her nervous system, it had apparently left in place some primate behaviors, as the sensation of dozens of tiny, jointed legs creeping swiftly over her skin produced an immediate reaction: she yanked her hand away, automatically flailing to remove the source of the sensation. The flailing did not work, the crawling sensation continuing up her arm so quickly she could only with some delay locate it visually.

A centipede.

Or something not unlike it, anyway. Chilopodoids were hardly unique to Terra, evolution converging on the body plan over and over again across the galaxy. And this one was, at least as well as she could ascertain given how quickly it moved, nothing special. She attempted to flail the thing away again, though it did not matter at all; the little organism had already proceeded up and over her shoulder, then down and around her torso again and even as she stood, clambered down her leg and off onto the floor, apparently uninterested. She watched as it climbed down over the ledge and disappeared a moment later.

"We descend," the Mirovian drew her attention again.

"Please..." the orange-skinned exo writhed, reaching one hand up to Aki while stroking its rapidly hardening cock with the other, all while another of the centipede-things emerged from its twat, followed immediately by another.

"Yeah," Aki replied, her eyes fixed on the writhing exo in front of her. "Descend..."

By the time she had snapped out of the mini-trance, the Mirovian was already a few meters ahead. Aki stepped over another of the freshly emerged centipede-things, which seemed to have gotten lost on its way, circling aimlessly near its writhing, moaning mother, and jogged to catch up.

Though the Mirovian was proceeding down the twisting ledge at a leisurely pace, by the time Aki had caught up with it, dick still swinging, semi-hard, her eyes had already fallen on another humanoid, again of unknown species, though its sickly, pale skin and lack of visible eyes indicated a subterranean lifestyle. This may well have been another result of this place's apparent ability to warp the physiology of humanoids, however they came to be here, though. The six prominent breasts along its torso may likewise have been the result of that same meddling; eight was not unheard of among humanoids but it was towards the upper end of the scale, certainly, and the thing or perhaps things that was keeping it occupied, long, squirming tentacles that disappeared into a murky recess in the wall appeared to be quite fixated on the nipples of those breasts, long, thin nipples visibly leaking even from the distance of a meter or so at which Aki viewed them whenever a tentacle, evidently having gotten its fill moved elsewhere on the humanoid's squirming body, only to be rapidly replaced by one of its brethren, though the tentacles also seemed to spend time manipulating the helpless exo's various orifices as they held it aloft.

Aki's cock reacted pleasantly to the sight, but from the corner of her eye, the Mirovian's continued motion down and around the central void drew her away. She would have to settle for an only cursory inspection.

"So this is your purpose?" she asked, finally catching up with the lithe little exo. Before it could respond with something idiotic, she rephrased. "This unit. Humanoid..." the word came out strangely, of course, the utterance unrecognizable when she paused. It was not quite the correct word. No, it was not right; "bride" would have triggered the same speech, perhaps. But it would have to do. "These units," she gestured first at herself, then the Mirovian, and, for good measure, back vaguely toward those they had already passed, "this type of unit. They serve...?"

"We serve," the Mirovian responded happily. "It is glorious, is it not? We serve the one."

"Uh huh." That had almost worked, it seemed, and yet... Her tongue hesitated on her upper lip a few moments while they continued in silence. "So these..." she began again, trailing off, and then, suddenly "Incubation?"

The word had been correct, so easily translated, no difficulty whatsoever. Leave it to an exo to talk circles around the obvious.

"You act as incubators? That's your purpose?" she continued, though the Mirovian had once more taken to moving forward.

"It is glorious, is it not?" the little exo smiled.

Aki let out a frustrated growl. "You could have just said that, you stupid twat," she barked, though the exo did not appear to mind or even register whatsoever her change in tone, smiling that same stupid smile for a moment before it turned its attention again to the wall of the chamber, leading Aki's eyes to follow to yet another recess in such, where they happened upon the Veloran, or at least a Veloran. It was hard enough to tell the shitbirds apart under normal circumstances, and this place's apparent penchant for twisting its subjects' anatomy around made such identification a guessing game.

There was one facet that might hinder positive identification, however. Before Aki had been unceremoniously dumped into a slime bath and having her seemingly irreperable spinal injury repaired, the Veloran that had accompanied her to said slime bath had been of a fairly normal build, a desirable one, in fact, the type of hourglass figure, that, give or take the presence of a large penis, many females of various species would have killed to inhabit. The one that lay before her had what most would consider far less desirable in a mate, though admittedly certain males seemed to find it attractive: its gut was enormous, a bloating any placental mammal would recognize as the result of being well into a pregnancy. Velorans' bellies did tend to expand similarly when laden with eggs, but brood size for the species tended to max out around four, with each egg no larger than a Terran fist, on average, certainly not enough to produce this effect. No, its belly's almost comically incongruous size, large enough that one might imagine a dainty and adventurous human or perhaps Mirovian adult crawling up and squeezing herself comfortably inside. Of course, that was assuming that the gut was empty, which it almost certainly was not at that moment.

"And what horrible little thing are you incubating, shitbird?" Aki asked as she approached.

The question garnered only a quizzical look from the exo, which in turn garnered a sigh from Aki. The translation had been correct: "shit" was an easy enough concept, though "bird" required some creativity from whatever parts of her brain had been silently rewired to make the translation possible at all; it had likely simply taken whatever entity was responsible said rewiring too much effort to do similarly to the Veloran's inferior brain parts. Incubators did not, after all, need so much verbal acuity, although that raised the question of why Aki had been given such.

"We descend," the Mirovian announced, having once again almost snuck up on Aki. With this, it knelt down between the bloated Veloran's spread legs, and began manipulating the other exo's twat with its delicate little hand.

Aki raised an eyebrow at the sight, keeping her tongue firmly behind her teeth. Whatever the Mirovian was doing, which appeared to be bog standard foreplay, apparently had the desired effect, because after only a few moments of doing so, a dark object began protruding from within. The Mirovian withdrew its hand and took to its feet, watching beside Aki as the protrusion passed beyond the Veloran's quivering pussy lips, followed by what appeared to be the pale, sickly body to its dark, formless head. It twisted as it slid out, seemingly unconcerned with the cries of pain, pleasure, or perhaps both from its living incubation chamber, and plopped itself down onto the ground, where tiny little jointed legs poked out of its body, apparently puncturing the segmented, plump body as they extended. The soft-looking body, not unlike that of a maggot, despite its enormous size, only grew larger as it continued to pull out of the squealing Veloran's cunt. The circumference of its body had easily exceeded that of a typical humanoid's head by the time it finally reached its end.

Apparently having freed itself, along with a sizable amount of unknown but rather viscous fluid, from the Veloran's innards, it moved onto its next task, which seemed to be giving its jaws a test drive, if jaws they were. That was the closest analogue, it seemed, for what became of its dark yet shiny head, which split itself into three symmetrical, sharp looking bits with a wet crack.

Aki cast a look over at the Mirovian, but its expression remained fixed in that same vacant smile as it observed alongside her the giant maggot thing crawl around seemingly without the aid of sight, yet quickly finding its way onto the Veloran's now significantly deflated but still enlarged belly, bringing its "head" nearly over the prone exo's. It let out an unearthly screech, a compression wave moving rapidly along the length of its fat tube of a body. The wave seemed to explode out the thing's back end, producing what might have been a stinger or an ovipositor or even a slimy black cock of some sort. It then wasted no time in plunging whatever this new appendage was into the Veloran's gaping, sloppy pussy.

"Glorious," Aki remarked flatly, casting her eyes back over to the Mirovian, which silently concurred, nodding and smiling as the maggot thing fucked the wailing Veloran with its back end, the front end searching blindly this way and that, evidently unconcerned with whether its mother's cries were of pain or pleasure. Whatever substitute for a brain the thing had, it seemed unlikely that it would be able to do any better with such a question than Aki herself could, and it was not a question worth pursuing. She simply enjoyed the view for the next minute or so, a thick black thing giving the Veloran what in any other circumstances would likely have been the fucking of its life, complete with gushing, screaming orgasms, then, evidently satisfied, crawled off, head twisting this way and that until it bumped into the fleshy wall, which it proceeded to burrow into, leaving what looked like a nasty gash in its place.

"We descend," the Mirovian repeated.

This was evidently adequate, as the Veloran took to its feet a moment later, slightly bloated belly and inner legs coated with all manner of slime notwithstanding, apparently none the worse for the wear. "We will join," it replied. The two turned and continued down along the gently sloping path.

They continued walking, the Veloran leaving a sparse but noticeable trail of fluid as it moved down, down and around the spiraling chamber, though it appeared as oblivious to this fact or at least unconcerned with it as it and its fellow exo were with the other sights to behold, leaving Aki to jog slightly along the particularly slimy, sloping path, managing not to tumble in the process into the potentially endless abyss to one side each and every time something caught her eye.

And this proved to be a frequent occurrence, as every few meters or so they seemed to come upon, with the sort of near regularity that biological processes seemed to produce across the cosmos, another exo, the occasional one familiar, most unlikely to have appeared in any Confederation handbook, in this or the other state of incubation: here a Siloran having its mouth and ass simultaneously filled by appendages extending from some enormous, bulbous globule lacking any perceivable symmetry, there a green-furred elfen of unknown origin vomiting winged things into the void; here a pair of exos, one red and one blue, locked in a sixty-nine position, the flesh of their torsos melding into a sickening purple, greedily slurping at each other's cocks while vermiform things crawled seemingly without end from their assholes, disappearing into the omnipresent slime, perhaps dripping with it into the void; there a Horvak plucking the same fist-sized insectoid creatures that nearly drowned themselves in the thick slime oozing from its nipples and shoveling them with abandon into its mouth while a thing that appeared to be composed almost solely of eyes fills its sloppy cunt.

"So this is joining, huh?" Aki asked upon catching up once again. It was not the correct terminology, not the strange utterance her tongue formed for her of its own volition, writhing and distasteful, but the term "join" as resolved somewhere in her inferior frontal gyrus: Terrans had no word for this. "Incubation" even was wrong. This place was not simply filling and emptying these hapless exos; this was not pregnancy or parasitism: the caterpillar did not willfully give itself to the wasp, rejoicing the entire time, nor did this place, this... "ecosystem"? "entity"? the term was untranslatable... impregnate them, or insert an egg, a new generation, just the same as the old, varying only by the vagaries of meiosis. No, this place was building new life within these human-shaped incubators and doing it with remarkable if nonsensical creativity. Bees feeding their young royal jelly would be right to be jealous here: endless variation, engineered seemingly without an engineer, or at least without a sane one. And all this, apparently endlessly, endlessly repairing, endlessly mutating and metamorphosing and fucking itself, all while the incubators sang the praises of their "one". Aki smirked. "Glorious, indeed."

"Is it not?" the Mirovian chirped back at her, glancing back for only a moment while continuing. Even this was slightly odd, in context. There was no call for eye contact. Aki surely did not rise to it if this was her fate, to be another brainless fuckhole, a carrier, a nest for an infinity of crawling things.

Before Aki could respond, the Mirovian stopped again, the Veloran not so much following suit as matching the motion in time. They turned to regard yet another nook, another monstrosity, leading Aki's eyes inevitably along in the process. The magenta exo from Aki's earlier travels stood, facing the fleshy wall of the place, thrusting away at something unseen, evidently unaware its companions had returned.

"We descend," the Mirovian stated flatly.

This was sufficient, it seemed: the exo thrust its shapely hips one more time, let out an exuberant groan and, after the momentary reorientation with reality so common among humanoid males in such a situation, withdrew and turned to face the others.

Aki's eyes were naturally drawn to the aftermath: the sight of a deflating cock, still oozing cum had its own intrinsic appeal that could not be denied, and this was a fine example, if typical in most respects outside the general context. So her eyes lingered there for a moment before continuing on to inspect the damage: a cum filled, gaping ass or pussy was also not without its own intrinsic appeal, of course.

She cocked her head to one side, her eyebrow moving steadily upward. What she had found was, it seemed, the latter of these two options, though the context around the anatomy was enough to cause at least momentary puzzlement: there were not two legs, splayed for easy access, or even stumps of what might have been such, but rather only the suggestion of them, looking rather as if someone had crawled on hands and knees directly into the wall, only to find it growing around them, merging into its very flesh until the two became one, completely inseparable. It was not immediately obvious what had happened to the upper half of said person's body, only becoming slightly more apparent when a voice groaned weakly for "more," drawing Aki's attention to the floor between what might have once been legs, where a mouth, apparently the source of the utterance, searched desperately for something, recognizable lip and tongue structures moving as if sustenance was slightly out of reach. Whatever the thing was or had been, it was apparently satisfied a moment later when a glob of what could only have been the magenta exo's cum sloshed out of the impossibly positioned pussy and into the greedy mouth, which promptly swallowed it, though where to would have to remain a mystery.

"We descend," the third member of the trio echoed its leader's sentiment, and with this they set off once again, Aki taking another moment to observe the fuckhole wall before increasing her pace to catch up.

There were, of course, many puzzling aspects to the place, even before trying to factor in whatever that living gloryhole may have once been. But perhaps one of the most puzzling aspects was one of the most mundane: the cosmos had proven to be, perhaps to the surprise of some early Terran theorizers, brimming with all manner of exos, most planets capable of sustaining life doing so, and a good proportion of those apparently zeroing in on the human form, even if in countlessly inferior variations. But this place, whatever it was, and it was looking less and less like a typical planet with every step nearer to whatever horror presumably lay at its core, did not seem to fit the bill. Planets did not, typically, evolve more than one humanoid. Another near universal about such species was that they tended to play poorly together: on the rare occasion a planet's evolutionary processes yielded multiple humanoid species, one tended to bash the other one's impressive crania in with a rock far before either would reach the stars. Yet this place was brimming with them, and, like the Mirovian, some were almost certainly foreign transplants, though her guide had not so much denied the accusation as failed to understand it. Yet again, for all the fucking and quasi-impregnation going on around them, none of these "brides" had seemed to produce the expected little versions of themselves, no Veloran eggs or Polcreth nymphs to be found, only what looked to be natural outgrowths of the environment.

"Where are the brides born?" she asked.

This prompted, at least, the trio to halt and turn, even if their blank expressions were of no help.

"You, these 'brides', these units," she attempted clarification, though the continued blank looks were not encouraging, "you spend your whole lives here, fucking and sucking and shitting out whatever disgusting little larva the 'One' deems necessary, yes?"

"It is glorious," the Veloran responded.

Aki's eyes rolled back momentarily before she continued, "Yes, glorious." She poked a finger into the shitbird's ample chest. "But these units. Where are they... generated?" The word was difficult to find.

The Mirovian's smile grew wider in an instant. "We will..." it paused as if the effort had overridden its tiny, inferior brain, "I will show you." With this, the exo moved over to the wall, a nondescript, wet, fleshy segment of the place not unlike any other they had passed recently. It then performed what could only be characterized as a loving caress which resulted in a bulging out of the wall, accompanied by an apparent thinning, producing what looked for all the world to be an enormous vein, thick as a tree, running up and out of sight, the semi-translucent surface of the irregular tube now protruding from the wall indicating a fluid's presence within, though the nature of that fluid was of course mysterious.

"It is not the function," the magenta exo announced, prompting an almost startling look of annoyance from the Mirovian.

The pause that followed may very well have just been the Mirovian's brain attempting to process a new sentence, but it appeared ultimately irrelevant, as the Mirovian continued, returning its big black eyes to Aki. "We will show you."

"Let me guess, it's glorious?"

The Mirovian smiled.

Peh

The fluid was not inherently unpleasant, but whatever the healing process had done to rewire her, it had apparently not seen fit to rework Aki well enough that the sensation of a liquid filling her nose, mouth and lungs, despite apparently having no deleterious effect beyond the mild discomfort, of removing said discomfort entirely. And so it was upon exiting the vein into which she had, perhaps foolishly, followed the Mirovian, only to be whisked along at what seemed to be a brisk pace to some other region, the relative position of completely unknowable as Aki, she found herself once more on her knees, finishing the process of expelling this fluid via a series of coughs and at least one minor instance of vomiting, while the Mirovian waited patiently. Perhaps its aquatic lifestyle had made it more suited to this mode of transport, although neither the Veloran, a species not known for spending much time below the waves of its homeworld, nor the other one, whose physiology was, admittedly, more of a mystery, seemed bothered by the stuff, having proceeded calmly out through the thinning tissue of what could only be described as a capillary, albeit an enormous one, with the same blank demeanor as always, taking up their spots flanking the Mirovian and watching while Aki blew the last of the stuff out of her nose onto the floor.

She took a moment to observe the small, scattered puddles of translucent fluid she had just ejected onto the floor disappear into it, seemingly draining into the myriad pores which dotted its surface, though they were so small as to be essentially invisible to an observer not crumpled over from the effort of that ejection such as herself, then rose to her feet. "So, is this where you..." she began, quickly correcting herself, "... where brides are born?"

"Brides are not born," the unidentified exo responded flatly.

"Brides are begotten," the Mirovian continued. It was impossible to tell if this explanation carried any annoyance at the first, woefully inadequate one, though it seemed unlikely; none registered on the other exo's face, anyway, which remained as blank as ever.

"It is glorious," the Veloran added, prompting a twinge in Aki's right eye.

"I'm sure it is," Aki replied flatly. "Can I see it?"

"We will see," the Mirovian replied. It seems its linguistic progress was less than might be hoped for, but it did at least gesture as if there was something to be seen behind it, stepping out of the way.

It was not, however, especially clear what, if anything, it was gesturing towards. The chamber was not especially large, nor, porous floor aside, particularly remarkable. Nothing about it screamed "womb," at least: no humanoids floating in oversized amniotic sacs, nothing that looked like an egg, just more of the same fleshy walls, more of the same unidentifiable types of arthropodoids skittering here and there. Aki looked around for some hint of what the little blue exo could have meant by "begotten," her fruitless search cut short by a skittering over her left foot.

She looked down just in time to catch a glimpse of a life form, her primate brain identifying it impossibly as "bug" before higher functions took over, propelling her legs after it as it scuttled away. Too large for a beetle, its semi-reflective carapace's many segments indicated something more akin to a milipede as she followed it a few meters hence, her guides silently falling in behind her with no apparent haste. Diplopodoids were hardly unique to Terra, with most worlds capable of life eventually falling on variations of the form. In all likelihood, this one was whatever passed for a detritovore here, as were most. In any case the scuttling had not come with painful sting or bite and so it likely presented little danger.

A closer inspection might have been called for, but even as she dropped to one knee, the possibility fell out of her grasp: the little bastard had reached its destination, apparently in something of a rush to join its numerous brethren in a writhing mass of jointed legs. Perhaps some particularly juicy piece of shit had found its way to this chamber by means unclear and she had just happened upon the alien milipede version of a feast for the ages. Aki let out a little sound of annoyance and reached a pair of seasoned sample-collecting fingers out towards the mass... and came away with nothing. The little bastards were quick, you had to give them that.

She sighed, opting the second time for a more brute-force approach, scooping up a handful of the little things, each no more than a few centimeters in length. Even this sub mass of arthropod was far too visually confusing to make much of, and so she shook her hand, tossing the bulk of the specimens a few centimeters away, then opened her hand once again. She squinted, using her opposite hand to pinch at a single, unfortunate individual, taking its squirming form between forefinger and thumb and bringing it up to eye level, but before it had come close enough to get a look, the thing was gone, apparently having wriggled free somehow.

She looked to her open palm again, only to find it empty, then back to the floor. Curiously, the handful she had shaken out appeared to be in no rush to rejoin the frenzy for whatever refuse the others were still excitedly writhing over, having seen fit instead to form their own, smaller but no less dizzying, orgy of squirming legs.

Aki's eyebrow rose as she watched the writhing mass for a few more seconds, then she reached over and simply swept them away, a relatively giant hand breaking up their party by force. If they refused to be properly inspected, at least she could get a look at whatever they were so excited about.

She froze.

It took the mass a few moments to return, even then with some stragglers forming yet another distinct party, squirming away excitedly where she had casually brushed them aside.

She reached down again and pushed them away, again meeting no resistance. Her eyes had not lied. The detritus the writhing mass had been so keen on obscuring was a finger. Humanoid. Escari, maybe. The coloration certainly fit, anyway. But there were no two ways about it: this was a humanoid digit, albeit one that did not show any signs of being traumatically removed from its owner. It seemed, rather, to have just been incomplete, no skin missing in patches, but not obviously torn, and past the second join, only a sliver of bone matching no pattern of dismemberment she had ever seen.

Her head snapped around, bringing her eyes to the original pile a few centimeters away. She quickly pushed the mass away, ignoring the stragglers that clung to her own hand in the process. More flesh. Definitely Escari. The stripes were a dead giveaway.

"What the fuck," the words escaped her lips.

"It is glorious, is it not?"

Aki's eyes jumped up to the Mirovian. There was no response worth forming. These things weren't eating anything. They were making it. They were constructing an Esclari seemingly out of wholecloth, scent glands and all, presumably. "Begotten," she scoffed.

It may have been minutes she sat, her legs casually sliding underneath her as if of their own volition, watching the little things go about their frantic business, or it may have been hours; it may not have mattered. And on and on they went, finishing up a finger and moving on, some here and some there, a tendon visible here, the beginnings of a bone there.

Her guides said nothing as she reached out a hand, chopping into the mass that was, based purely on relative position, busily assembling a shoulder, and pushing to one side, little milipede-things falling to the side, some scrambing to correct her, until she had managed to get a small enough sample separated from the others to observe more carefully. A trio of them remained where she pushed them, evidently content to begin construction of this or that internal organ; Esclari anatomy was variable in ideal circumstances and there was no telling what, if any, order these things would take in assembling one's torso. In any case, with so few of them, their motions could at least be distinguished.

Her head cocked to the side. There had been three of them, surely. Their motions were quick, nothing unusual given the body plan essentially designed for such, but not that quick. There had been three of them. And yet here there were two.

No, three. There were three.

No, two. Running, skittering quickly, to be sure, but definitely two.

And then there were three.

Her eyes flicked to the black, expressionless orbs of her Mirovian guide's eyes, then back. Yes, definitely three of the things. She reached out a pair of tweezer fingers, steady and sure, and pulled back one of the trio, lifting it in front of her own face, staring intently the entire time.

And like that each of its tiny but quite clearly defined body segments folded in. Somehow, impossibly, in. One by one, segment after segment, not contracting, not compressing like some kind of child's coil toy, but in, disappearing from existence entirely. And then it was gone, no segments left. She blinked and returned to the pair.

There were three of them.

"Where do they go?"

She took to her feet. The lack of answer should have been expected. "These things," she indicated the pile. "These units, the ones assembling... begetting. Where do they go?"

The Mirovian blinked. "These units are in the proper location," the Mirovian replied. "They do not go from here."

"Bullshit," Aki snapped back. It may not have translated. "Bullshit, they go somewhere. Where? Where do they go?"

The Mirovian turned its head to the side. There was no getting through to an exo so low on the Kondaveeti scale. It was a wonder they had ever reached the stars without and understanding of physics that even Aki could have reproduced in her youth. Matter did not simply blink out of existence and blink back in; quantum weirdness did not apply to milipedes and it sure as hell did not apply to humanoids, fragmentary or no. "Fine," she sighed.

"We descend," the magenta exo said flatly.

Aki regarded its eyes, black and hollow as the void, once again. "Fine."

"You can take your tail out of my asshole now."

It was not that the sensation of the organism, which managed to combine thin, leathery wings which would have been at home on a bat, albeit an absurdly large one, dwarfing even the elephant chiropter of Krelmar II in scale, all skin stretched between overgrown digits, and a pair of what resembled the horns of a hercules beetle of enormous proportions, protruding at an awkward angle from its headless torso, having placed one each of those horns somehow into Aki's alimentary canal before carrying her across a void she could neither see from her angle or hope to locate relative to any of her and her similarly toted guides' locations, was an unpleasant one. It didn't hurt, at least, quite the feat considering exoskeletons such as these were rarely designed with the comfort of a mucous membrane in view. It was more that, having apparently reached their location, Aki was unable to follow her guides, who all stood patiently around while Aki negotiated with the thing, which very well may not have even be able to hear her for lack of visible auditory organs, with its horn lodged firmly up her asshole.

"Fuck!"

Whether at her insistence or not, the thing suddenly began flapping its leathery wings once more, dislodging itself from her guts in one quick go before fluttering off to Amaterasu knew where, out of sight in a few moments' time.

She rubbed her asshole, which both resented and rejoiced at the loss of its recent invader as she took to her feet. Getting one's bearings in this place seemed a fool's errand, but instinct was instinct, and her eyes took in another fungus-dotted, strangely textured, wet nowhere for a few moments before she spoke again. "Where to now?"

This place, nondescript as it was, could not possibly have been the intended destination. After the bat-beetle taxi service, which itself followed a descent from bride birthing chamber down a seemingly vertical river of slime and a trip of indeterminate length from there, coccooned all the while by what could only be described as a cephalopodoid vomiting a silk which encased them just long enough before disintegrating into an oily paste to be picked up by the bat-thing, another generic flesh room would be something of an anticlimax.

Aki's casual inspection drew to a slow close, her eyes falling again upon her guides, who all stood, virtually motionless. Perhaps they had not understood the question. "Where are we going next?" she asked. "We join? We descend? What is it?"

"The One," the Veloran answered.

"Show me the way, shitbird," Aki groused, but no movement resulted from any of the three exos. "Show me 'the One'."

Still, the exos lingered, prompting Aki's eyes to roll, just in time to catch a thick, wet glob directly in her left eye, the substance, seemingly yet another flavor of the same gooey substance that seemed to flow everywhere in this place. Her hand went to her face, instinctively pushing the glob off and resulting in a bit of it slipping into her mouth.

It was hardly anything to worry about at this point; if the stuff or any of its variants were toxic, Aki would have been long dead already, and there was no guaranteeing that these three or whoever was in charge of this place, perhaps this 'One' wouldn't see fit to resurrect her through some no doubt invasive medical miracle. More of the stuff followed, a veritable shower of slime, though she managed to keep most of it out of her eyes simply by keeping them fixed straight ahead on her exo guides, who seemed likewise unconcerned with the sudden torrent, which plopped loudly against their skin and all about the place, forming into disorganized puddles.

Whether signaled by the appearance of the slime-rain or some other, unseen mechanism, soon the floor seemed to burst open with life, small, vermiform things seeming to tunnel up and out of the soft floor itself at first, and then a flood of what Miko might have referred to as "cute lil' creepy crawlies," a variety of arthropodoids of so many variegated forms that an exobiologist could have made a career of cataloguing them, all moving this way and that, some stopping here and there to ingest another, some taking dizzying, aimless flight around them.

And then came the larger organisms. An anteater-crab thing here, slurping up a buffet of invertebrates along with the still falling slime, a half-dog thing there walking around on two impossibly jointed legs with no apparent direction, saplings that might have been cross-bred with cephalopods reaching up from the deepening pools, twisting together to form something grander.

Alien analogues of flies and snakes and bats and things that could not have budded from any branch on the Terran tree of life climbed up it, into it, seemingly merging into the structure, no the entity, a fleshy monstrosity now taking a shape all too familiar before them. The downpour halted and it stood, complete: a humanoid, monstrous, towering over the dripping Aki at more than twice her height.

Wings, half chiropteran, half anisopteran, stretched from its back. In place of the long, luxuriant hair befitting its perfect female form, replete with breasts larger than Aki's head, what might have been tentacles moved as if feeling the thick, wet air around them. In between its legs hung the largest penis she had ever seen on a humanoid, and it was not a close contest, a monster of a thing nearly as thick as her own body that would have put any Dreṿakhi to shame.

And yet for all that it had taken to construct such a form, the stretching and tearing, the fusing and melding and twisting of flesh and bone and skin, cells from any number of creatures wedding and divorcing and surely joining again, a bone and sinew popping into place under freshly formed skin, a process so nauseatingly fluid and chaotic half of Aki's exobio 101 classmates would have vomited out right then and there, only to have that vomit surely integrated into this thing, this being, it was beautiful. Transcendently so, even. A perfect, grotesque form. Aki's pussy was drenched.

It lowered itself, bringing its pale, iris-less eyes to meet Aki's.

"The One," the Veloran repeated.

"So you're the one, huh?" Aki asked. "You run this place?"

"We are that we are," it answered. Aki's cock stood on end. Her eyebrow crept upwards.

"This form," the entity continued, "we have taken it. Does it integrate?"

The word was definitely wrong. Perhaps this had simply been too much for her Broca's area, or perhaps her entire nervous system was failing. It might explain why her cock had begun to leak.

If so, she was at least not alone. A quick glance showed the exos to be similarly at full attention, their delicious cocks praising what may have very well been their god.

"Let me guess," Aki said. "We will join?"

And then it smiled. Briefly, but unmistakably. It was pleased.

The entity stood, rising up again to its full height, now less than a meter from her. Her skin tingled as she eyed the massive, horrifying penis before her, a perfect imitation of a human's, blown up to the size of her entire body. She reached out and stroked it.

It was warm, soft, perfect, throbbing with something like blood already. She took it in both hands and raised them, its massive weight somehow moving effortlessly, bringing the head in front of her face, staring into the hole for a moment before kissing it.

It was laughable, of course. The thing was nearly as big around as her entire body; her tongue, already tingling as it explored the soft skin of the enormous member, easily fit within the urethra entirely.

The natural instinct was, obviously, to attempt to take it all into one's mouth, though this was just as obviously hopeless, given how much it dwarfed the orifice in question. Nevertheless, Aki opened her mouth to the greatest extent possible while still maintaining proper lip contact. A cock as wonderful as this one deserved protection from teeth even if the idea of damaging this visibly assembled and surely self-repairing member seemed absurd.

Her lips stretched, her jaw signaling that it had reached its limits before even having engulfed half the glans. A bit of movement from her head, with the usual vigorous tonguing, albeit with more attention than usual paid to the welcoming hole, would at least manage to coat the hot, throbbing cock head with her spit, though she could have worked on the thing for hours, lubing up each and every square centimeter with saliva carefully and still have no chance of making it squeeze into any of her orifices.

Still, the entity seemed pleased with her effort, if not her results. For all the strangeness of the situation, it still let out almost eerily human groans of pleasure as her lips and tongue continued working its member. Her own member, stiff in her hand, reacted happily enough. Already a steady stream of precum had oozed its way out of her tip and over her fingers, dripping from there down to the fleshy floor where it formed a puddle which would have been impressive for an ordinary human. Whatever the stuff she was producing was, it certainly had the feel of precum, if far more voluminous.

The entity groaned again, a low, unearthly growl that seemed to coax another spurt of precum from Aki's own cock before placing a massive hand on her head with a surprising gentleness. Standard behavior for a humanoid male, but likely fruitless: the thing's cock would not fit inside her mouth with or without such manual assistance.

Hrrk

The entity apparently did not see relative size as a barrier. Its oddly feminine fingers dug into the back of Aki's head, holding her so strongly that though the initial push knocked her off her feet, she remained upright, pinned between hand and erect cock.

Hrrk

Her jaw was at its anatomical limit, the muscles stretched and screaming, the joint complaining loudly and directly into her skull, and yet it continued. Her arms, having fallen uselessly to her sides in the initial push, failed to respond to any message to resist, pointless as it may have been, as thick, intoxicating fluid poured out of that cock head and down into her throat.

Hrrk

The cock head slipped in, the sensation of the ridge of the thing so familiar yet so impossible on her lips. It could not fit, it would not fit. And yet it had. At last, her arms obeyed, bringing her curious hand up to her face even as the entity began pushing even further into her.

Her lungs should have been complaining; they were wont to do so, quietly at first, after only a few seconds of paused inhalation, but they appeared to be just fine. It was an odd puzzle, but so was that of her jaw: bones clear enough via touch, surely present under the skin. This, even if the relatively soft muscle and skin over them had been torn apart by the force, should have been a limiting factor, yet it did not appear to be, as the cock head confidently withdrew over her tingling lips, only to glide easily inside once more a moment later. Many species, most prominently Terran snakes, but hardly limited to them in the known galaxy, exhibited an ability to unhinge their jaws, but even a cursory exploration with her fingers showed that she had not suddenly developed such an ability. Her mouth was simply allowing it.

Her eyes rolled up to view the entity. Her view was largely restricted to the underside of its large and, frankly, perfect tits. It was, all in all, not a bad view to have, and both sets of her genitals apparently agreed, if anything increasing their fluid output. There was, of course, the question of what would happen should this entity decide to move on from oral in the usual humanoid fashion, but there seemed to be little to do about it. Her hands, indeed her entire body, appeared to be content to enjoy her own body, one rubbing her pussy lips while the other mindlessly stroked her cock, happily suspended by the entity's firm but gentle grip as it fucked her face, but there was also little to do to answer the question.

Plop

And just like that she was dumped rather rudely onto the floor, though she could hardly complain about the soft, if sticky, landing in her own fluids. The entity had evidently decided to up the ante, turning its attention to the three exos off to one side, whose hands were occupied manipulating variously their own and their compatriots' genitals.

It reached out without having to take a single step and effortlessly plucked the Veloran from the others with a single hand on the exo's head. If any of them found this odd, they showed no signs of it, the other two simply refocusing their various fondlings on each other while the Veloran stroked itself eagerly in mid-air, continuing to do so even as the entity placed it softly down below and behind itself. The only sign, in fact, that the Veloran had even noticed the transition was that it turned its gaze up, getting a no doubt fantastic view of the entity's ass.

Aki pulled her legs under herself and dared crawl around to see what the Veloran was looking at. She'd made it part of the way around the entity's ankle when it began to squat down. Her eyebrow crept upward as the entity's succulent-looking ass descended over the Veloran, whose only response was to extend its tongue in the moments before its face was engulfed between the oversized cheeks.

That the Veloran continued not to object even as the time spent between the entity's ass cheeks extended well past what would have been normally comfortable for the species, even given its relatively high lung capacity for a humanoid, was not entirely surprising: a good ass was well worth some discomfort and this one was surely better than good. What was surprising, however, was the entity's continued, if slowed, descent towards the floor. Aki's eyebrow rose as her body twisted around, lying down on the soft, wet floor and giving herself a better view from underneath.

That eyebrow hung in place once she had gotten a better view. The Veloran's entire head, relatively devoid of brains though it may have been, appeared to have disappeared entirely. It was difficult to get a clear view, even adjusting as Aki did, but it was plain enough to see, though puzzling in its own way: the entity's asshole had taken in the Veloran's entire head and was showing no signs of stopping its descent, merely slowing as it reached the exo's comparatively wide shoulders. Through all this, the Veloran had continued to stroke eagerly, its cock leaking copious fluid. Aki reached out to it, collected a handful of sticky pre-cum, and continued to watch as the asshole finally managed to engulf the Veloran's shoulders. Having done so, and in the process pressing the exo's dainty arms to its body, it continued down at an increased pace, quickly taking in the Veloran's torso centimeter by centimeter.

There was no guarantee, of course, that the entity's apparently ravenous asshole would stop with the Veloran, but there was also no guarantee that this would be a bad thing; the exo itself did not seem to mind, continuing to jerk its sizable cock up until even that was swallowed into the entity's ass. The decision whether to continue observing and risk being its next meal was taken away from Aki, however, as the entity, having taken all but the lower legs of the exo into its asshole, stood once again and, before the Veloran's feet had even finished disappearing up into the thing's guts, reached down and snatched Aki herself, returning her with a gentle but firm hand on her head to her previous position in front of the thing's cock, which it promptly reinserted into her mouth without any of the difficulty of the first attempt.

Glg glg glg

Somehow the cock was managing to reach deep into her throat without even displacing her spine or, as seemed more likely given the relative sizes, tearing her entire upper alimentary canal into bloody bits, but focusing on that particular puzzle would have to wait, as would the puzzle of how the entity had managed to suck an entire adult Veloran into its guts without showing any signs of bloating in its perfectly sculpted, flat midsection, as Aki's eyes were drawn to the free hand of the entity, which reached over to the pair of frantically frotting exos and snatched away the Mirovian without apparent effort, leaving the other exo to satisfy itself with the more than generous helping of fluids its former partner had coated it with.

The Mirovian it hoisted upwards, hand easily large enough to grip the relatively dainty exo around its midsection. The entity smiled, though Aki's view of such was of course obscured by its large tits, for a moment before bringing the Mirovian's face next to its own. Its tongue, a long, pointed thing, snaked its way out of the entity's mouth and into the Mirovian's, which put up no apparent resistance to the tongue, which rivaled the girth of the little exo's arm, slipping inside it and, if the way the exo's taut blue tummy bulged out was any indication, continued down and down into its guts.

Glg glg glg

The cock in Aki's throat continued to inch its way further down with each subsequent, lazy thrust, the entity seeming to take its time filling her compared to how suddenly it had shoved its slimy tongue into the Mirovian's midgut, or with how suddenly it removed that tongue, the slimy appendage whipping out rapidly while leaving the little exo's gut bulging and a trailing a deluge of some fluid which could not be identified more precisely than "thick" as it dribbled down from the exo's mouth and plopped unceremoniously onto Aki's own head.

Glg glg glg

"Glorious!" the Mirovian wailed, ecstatic, repeating the term over and over again until the entity's tongue muffled its cries, wrapping around and around first the little exo's head, then its neck, and down and down, growing impossibly long as it entirely coccooned the frantic little Mirovian, whose feet kicked wildly until even they had been entirely ensconced in a tongue, the tip of which then squeezed its way between its own coils, evidently making beeline for the exo within.

Glg glg glg

The cock head had surely reached Aki's stomach by now. The anatomical impossibility of such, of her own complete inability to breathe was puzzling, but her eyes remained fixed on the massive coil of tongue suspended in the air above her. The organ twitched this way and that, seeming to have a life of its own, but what that life was doing was a mystery.

"Aaah!"

The wail came not from above, but from the side, Aki's eyes instinctively tracing it back to the other exo, which had likely continued to pleasure itself during this entire baffling process, as its cock then exploded with a torrent of thick cum, liters of the stuff in total spraying up in waves almost a meter from the engorged tip of its cock before tumbling back down and splattering all over the writhing exo itself, coating it and dripping to the floor.

Plop plop

Aki's eyes moved once more to the writhing mass of tongue above her just in time to catch a glimpse of a glob of deep blue goo before it splattered onto her face. It oozed its way off of her, seeming to lose coherence as it slid down her face and out of sight, though a remnant continued to obscure her view. More of what must have been the same stuff was leaking out from between the coils of the entity's tongue, mostly clinging to the organ but with some globs falling heavily here and there.

And then the tongue uncoiled to reveal not a Mirovian, crushed or in any other state, or anything at all, no trace of the complex structures that made up a humanoid of any stripe. There was simply nothing in the space the exo had occupied only moments before, the only trace of Aki's guide apparently the thick blue slime clinging to the tongue as it withdrew steadily into the entity's mouth. Only a small trickle of blue escaped the entity's lips when its tongue slipped back inside, and even this was quickly cleaned up by a brief reappearance of the very tip of that tongue.

Aki fell to the floor with a wet but painless thud a moment later, her lungs registering surprise at the sudden rush of moist air as if they had entirely forgotten how to process it. Her body seemed, in fact, entirely confused by the situation, not so much aching, despite having just been stuffed with a phallus far too large to have gotten as far down her throat as it had, but aching for more of the same. A glob of cum spurted from her cock and landed a good half meter away, but she had little time to admire her own admittedly impressive distance, as a moment later she found herself hoisted aloft again, this time the entity's fingers wrapping squarely around her midsection and somehow with this relatively simple gesture sending a fresh wave of pleasure cascading around her entire body.

She could not fault the entity for its choice of orifices. Her asshole, which warned her with a shooting hot message directly up her spine, practically shouting that the entity's cock head had been aligned squarely with that quivering asshole, was assuredly far too small to handle such a member, an order of magnitude smaller, even, than her mouth had been, and wholly insufficient for what was surely the entity's intended next goal. Of course her vagina would likely fare no better, the slight difference in its favor being negligible compared to what was being asked of it. There was also the matter of length to consider, however, where her rectum might have an advantage, although it would matter little. Even a partial thrust, she could be assured, would destroy her internal organs, regardless.

It was, after all, the correct choice, and the hole itself only confirmed that as it began that at first familiar stretch, forming itself as well as was possible, to the shape of the enormous, burning hot cock head that shortly began invading it. It quickly reached what should have been its limit, screaming in painful pleasure up her spine that it was on the verge of snapping, and, though she could not see it, of course, this was not even to the halfway point. Surely she would be torn in half before ever feeling the ridge of the thing pop inside.

Her mouth had been letting out a steady groan, it seemed, this entire time, and her hand had not stopped stroking her still fully hard cock, that hardness having seemed to remain unaffected by the flood of cum that continued to leak out of her. "Cum" seemed to be the correct term, anyway; there was no telling what the fluid was but it had become so thick and creamy, clinging tightly to her hand, jiggling along with its motions up and down that rigid member, that it seemed to have surpassed "precum" entirely.

"Fuck..." she managed as her anatomy strained to its limits. It was not, for a process that would almost surely kill her, unless this place had yet another medical miracle in store for her, a possibility that could not entirely be dismissed. But then, she did not die, or at least did not show any sign of it. She forced her eyes downward, and despite the blurriness of the vision, could be certain that the massive wave of blood that would certainly have followed her lower half being rent in two by the entity's cock had failed to materialize, and yet it had managed to penetrate her. She could feel it, both internally, a warm, full sensation so familiar to anyone who had ever allowed themselves the pleasure of deep anal penetration, and externally, managing to force her hand away from its frantic task of masturbation long enough to touch her own belly, where the general outline of the massive member was detectable, and, what was more, moving.

Judging based on both external and internal inputs, the initial thrust that somehow managed to tear open her asshole without and apparent damage had resulted in the entity's hot, throbbing cock reaching at least the length of her rectum. The approximately 12cm length of an adult human's seemed about right, so the natural suspicion was that the entity would either, having hit the limits of what her anatomy would allow, retreat, surely to try again, or possibly push its way through, leading to an only slightly delayed but otherwise expectedly grisly fate for this exobiologist.

Yet this did not occur either. In fact, even as her eyes, gradually clearing, grew wider, it showed no signs of stopping. She could see it, feel it. The cock head was driving further up into her. Past where her intestines should have been, then her stomach. She could feel it then, even in her ribcage, which seemed to present no difficulty for the entity, which neither smashed her comparatively tiny skeleton with its continued, slow, purposeful thrust, nor even seemed concerned by it. Indeed, the cock continued apace. She could feel it, filling every impossible inch of her. It was not anatomically possible, maybe not even physically possible, and yet it was: the cock crept up and up and up. She could feel it now in her throat. Absurd. Laughable. A cock head making its way up her esophagus, if that organ even made sense to speak of.

And she could see it, too, a surreal but no less obvious for it tube, distending but not breaking her body, extending vertically up along her. If she had an alimentary canal, it was not the one she entered this place with. It was simply a tube. She was now a tube. Perhaps the worm-things had done it. How could she have known? They had rewritten her insides, vastly simplifying the various digestive mechanisms, adapting her to this place like everything else, perhaps, leaving her nothing but a fleshy tube, practically perfect for this, her new purpose. A living, somehow, fuckhole.

Her cock exploded, sending another torrent of cum cascading down. At some point the only remaining member of the trio of exos had made its way under her, perhaps wishing to get a better view of Aki's first and perhaps only use as this thing's fuck toy. Aki's cum coated the thing, spraying wildly all over its body, though it seemed not to mind; rather it just added this to the already plentiful lubrication.

The cock head reached her mouth, which opened naturally in response. Moments later the head passed her lips. She came again, just in time that the last throes of her orgasm coincided with the cock fully impaling her reversing course, sliding back down her throat and into what passed for her guts. It slid down and down, stimulating every last centimeter of whatever simple flesh tube now constituted her insides, forcing her eyes to roll back in her head as it went, pausing for one blissful, hellish moment at the inner edge of her quivering asshole before charging forward once again.

There was nothing but pleasure, pure ecstasy. Perhaps this really was an afterlife, just one she richly deserved, her entire body singing out in joy as the enormous cock churned up and down the entire length of her body. Her arms and legs hung limp, flopping around uselessly, matching the entity's speed as it increased, decreased, and increased again. Neither her cock nor pussy required the attention of her hands, which had become entirely useless, her entire focus on the overwhelming pleasure of a fuck that might have lasted minutes or days or even years; it was impossible to tell. A scan of her brain would surely have shown no higher function whatsoever, so thoroughly had she been reduced to a perfect fuckhole.

It was not until the entity let out a deep groan that her frontal cortex kicked reluctantly back into gear. The exo had taken up its proper place, kneeling, already drenched with who knew how many coats of its own and Aki's cum, mere centimeters from the tip of the entity's cock. Its eyes, so black, so beautifully empty, remained fixed on the very same cock head as Aki's did, watching it pass over and over again Aki's lips and extend out and out beyond it, the entity sliding Aki like the fucktoy she was up and down the length of its massive dick.

And then it stopped, squeezing Aki's midsection slightly as her lips were paused on the ridge of its cock head. An all too brief moment later, the cock exploded, a warm river of cum vibrating up through it, the orgasm reverberating out through Aki's own body.

She came again, of course, had not really even stopped coming, it seemed, for however long this had been going on, her body finding miraculous new reserves of the thick, sticky stuff over and over again until she'd surely expelled more than her body weight. But it paled in comparison to the One. A literal flood of cum did not so much coat the exo as threaten to drown it entirely. But oh what a lovely way to drown, soaked, no, encased in that thick, warm, beautiful cum. The force of it had knocked the exo back immediately, a firehose of slime that continued on and on as the exo writhed in ecstasy before Aki's eyes, no doubt adding copious amounts of its own fluids to the mix.

It was odd, actually. The time that had passed between waking up with a worm in her asshole and this point, with that asshole even more thoroughly stretched, must have been days, perhaps even longer. Aki had no way of realistically gauging the time or distance traveled. And yet, as the entity's enormous cock withdrew one more time from where her stomach should have been, there were no hunger pangs. Perhaps the simplified digestive tract would explain it. It would be worth investigating, just as soon as she woke up again. She had not slept in all this time, either, but until that moment, the perfect, enormous cock finally popping out of her no doubt ludicrously gaped ass, it had not seemed to matter at all, and yet, before she had even tumbled, useless limbs flailing, onto the massive pool of cum and the writhing exo within it, her entire world went black.