XENOFESTATION 2-05
~Fallen Angel~

Paragonas Vaunt

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Station INF3, Lagrange Point 5 in Venus orbital shell

Patience Merity Mance closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the bed - the altar as she saw it - with her bottom high and pale and naked behind her. She heard the thrum of giant wings beating the air, felt the wind rushing over her bare skin, and then something heavy landed on her back.

Clawed feet gripped her, three pairs of them, digging into her skin even through the thick material of her dress, her shoulders, her waist, and the third pair was on the bare skin of her bottom, the weight pushing her buttocks apart, dividing her.

Patience was not afraid, not even nervous. Just calm, cool, and prepared now to meet her fate.

Something warm and slickly wet slid down the crack of her bottom, leaving a trail of thick slime behind it. Patience was ready for it. Ready to seal the loss of her virtue.

To surrender her virginity to the alien creature on her back.

The probing thing, whatever it was, digging and delving down her cleft, rubbery and blunt and insistent, fetched up at the tight knot of her bottom. It lodged there a moment, and the creature pushed.

Patience's eyes flew wide.

That wasn't what she'd bargained for at all.

She tried to twist, to adjust, even started to move a hand back, to grasp and guide it to the right place, to give it her maidenhood, but all of a sudden it was too late, far too late. With an abrupt stretch, a gasping pop, the rubbery thing breached her bottom hole and drove itself to a depth of several inches in less time than it took for her to cry out in consternation, the thick, hairy base of the creature's body pressed between her buttocks, jamming her crease wide.

It was in her bottom.

Patience groaned as she felt the head of the strange organ expand inside her entrance, stretching her tight muscle, dilating, ballooning until she was on the verge of stinging pain, and before she could do anything to prevent it the distended bulk of it was locked, anchored inside her.

The creature on her back, a creature she'd not seen and had no wish to gaze upon, especially not now it was basely exploiting her in the manner of Sodom, now started to beat its wings, a low, thrumming vibration that transmitted through the rubbery intrusion into her nether hole.

Patience Merity Mance moaned as she felt the first seeping, pulsing glug of warm, wriggling wetness, pumped deep into her guts.

Ornella watched Steven flip a new display up alongside the drone camera views.

She recognised it as a false-coloured internal view of Patience's abdomen. She'd seen the same view of her own body, when she'd had her own first encounter with the pump fly.

But there was something different in the depiction this time.

Ornella traced the image with a fingertip.

There was Patience's womb, and the slender tube of her vagina leading to it. Both were empty. Instead, there, coloured bone-white by the scanner, the teeming thousands of larvae being pumped into her... her...

She squinted.

"It's gone into her anus," said Margaret, the other technician, "Is that okay? Should we do a reset?"

"Only if the participant is clearly in distress," Steven replied, "Otherwise, the protocol states we should proceed."

Margaret zoomed one of the drone cameras in on Patience's face.

"Does she look to be in distress?"

"Not really... more sort of..."

Ornella cocked her head on one side as she tried to read for herself, letting the technicians' voices wash over her.

One positive thing about working regularly with Diane Scott, Steven reflected, was that unlike Margaret she'd never felt the need to converse with him about the state of sexual arousal of a participant. He was surprised to find himself awkwardly embarrassed, his cheeks colouring.

Perhaps it was the presence of Ornella Mito, iconic virtcast fuckstress, leaning across his shoulder as she tried to read for herself whether Patience Mance was enjoying having a pump fly's ovipositor stuck in her butt or merely enduring it.

Mito's hand was still resting on his leg. Her other was now pressing into the pit of her own lap, he could see, her fingers curling and tensing.

He was glad the control room was dimly lit.

Did she know she was doing it or was that automatic too?

"Shall I ask her?" Margaret asked, and it took Steven a moment to realise she was still talking about Patience Mance.

"No," Steven replied gruffly, "Wait and see."

"I know somebody here who is in distress..." Ornella Mito murmured, "Or... in discomfort at least..." and it took Steven a moment to realise she wasn't talking about herself.

Her hand brushed over the front of his trousers again.

Steven shifted uneasily in his seat.

Mito's lips brushed his ear.

She whispered something.

He went utterly still.

Had she really just suggested what he thought she'd just suggested?

"Unless you'd like her as an audience?" Mito murmured softly, nodding her head towards the other technician.

Steven hurriedly turned his head.

"Uh, Margaret? Why don't you take your break now? I've got everything under control here."

"But I've got another two hours before I'm due t-"

"Yeah, but if you take your break now, you'll be back in time for the end of the first implantation. Shall we say... fifteen..?"

Mito whispered in his ear.

"...thirty minutes?"

Margaret sighed, got up from her chair and left the booth, directing a scowl towards Mito as she went.

Steven kept his eyes carefully on the screen, terrified of breaking the spell as Mito slipped wordlessly from the arm of his chair and burrowed beneath the console to the floor between his feet.

He felt his waistband being unfastened and then a tugging. Automatically he lifted his butt to allow his trousers to be pulled down, his mind spinning.

Fingers stroked his erect cock through the material of his shorts, hot breath flooded over him and he nearly popped on the spot, but he held on as more fingers found his waistband, tugged it down, lifted it clear of the peak of his erection, and released Big Steven.

And then he was enveloped in sucking wetness, fingers stroking the base of his cock, teasing and tickling his balls, an ardent tongue working feverishly over the head of him.

Steven's eyelids drooped.

Mito was so fucking good, a pro, every bit as amazing as he'd imagined she could be. He knew it wouldn't take long to get there, and at that moment he didn't mind if it didn't last, he just wanted to get there, to dump his load into this woman, this virtcast star he'd so often dreamed of doing this with but never once thought it possible, and th-

"Steven? Have you seen Ornella?"

Steven's eyes flew open.

Diane was peering round the control room door at him.

He bolted upright, gasping as hidden teeth dragged the shaft of his cock, trying desperately to work out whether Mito's spot under the desk was visible from the doorway, trying even more desperately to position himself to make sure it wasn't.

"Oh hai, Diane," he squeaked.

Diane stared at him for a long, silent moment.

"Ornella. Mito," she said, slowly enunciating each word as if to a child. "You know? Virtcast filth star?"

"I can't say I'm really aware of her work," Steven joked, then yelped as teeth nipped the shaft of his cock in playful warning.

Diane continued staring at him.

"Well, I need her for the xenacanth, so if you see her..."

She trailed off, staring at the empty seat.

"Where's Margaret? I sent her to help you."

Steven was excruciatingly aware of Mito's mouth still fastened over his cock, which made it somewhat hard to appear nonchalant. He did his best.

"Oh, she decided to take a break," he said, affecting his best breezy air.

"Really? Well, we'll see about that..." Diane said, and made to leave.

"It's alright," Steven said hurriedly, "I've got everything covered here..."

"No, I need you in my session," Diane insisted. "So once I've found where Margaret's hiding and sent her back here, go get the harness and meet me at the access port. Don't delay."

The door banged shut.

Steven sagged in relief.

He felt Mito lift her head off his cock.

"Sounds like we're both needed elsewhere," came her voice, muffled below the desk.

Steven thought for one terrible moment she was going to leave him hanging, but instead her fingers playfully stroked the length of his shaft and she said, "So we'd better finish up quick, hadn't we?"

Steven could have kissed her then.

On reflection, maybe later. He had something better for her mouth to be doing right now.

"Quick then," she said, "Cast the feed to my handpad, so I can watch too."

So he did, and as Mito resumed sucking him under the desk he could see her holding up her handpad by her face so she could see what was going on, and she hummed happily to herself in the reflected glow of its screen as she sucked him, and the sensation of that thrilled him too.

He tried to concentrate on his own screen, on Patience Mance getting butt-fucked by the pump fly.

He knew they were supposed to call it direct implantation, but right now it was fucking, butt-fucking good and proper, and it certainly would be when he "reviewed" the footage later on in his bunk, and Steven watched the screen and thought about that, and about the hungry mouth sealed over his cock and about the virtcast fuckstress doing that to him, and he thought for a moment about whether he should warn her he was about to pop, and pop hard, but instead he put his hand to the back of her head and held her firmly anchored as he let go, pumping jet after jet of his lust into her waiting mouth, so much of it that the first spurt spilled onto his tunic before she caught on and sealed her lips around him to take the rest.