Book Excerpt for Xenofestation 4-01

Paragonas Vaunt

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On Beatriz Ruiz's screen, Patience Mance, on all-fours in the singing grub's nest, had accepted maybe two dozen plum-sized black eggs into her back passage, and the egg sac of the creature on her back was maybe two-thirds emptied, when a second grub slid down the chimney of the mud-walled nest and approached her from the side.

Shuffling quietly beneath her on stubby, soft-padded feet, Beatriz watched as it carefully aligned itself along the length of Patience's belly before nudging her knees apart, and she watched dumbfounded as the girl instinctively yet quite deliberately parted her legs so it could squeeze its lower body between them. It too extruded a long ovipositor, which waved in the air for a moment like a snake scenting its prey, before it curled upwards to join its counterpart at the entrance to Patience's bottom. It rubbed slowly upwards over her uncovered mound in passing, making Patience tremble in response, before finally pushing into the valley of a backside still glistening brightly with the first grub's lubricating slime, and still dilated wide by the lumpy shaft of its ovipositor.

And there it met Patience's hand.

Patience's hand reaching back, between the vee of her own thighs, to wrap her fingers around the yielding, rubbery shape of the new ovipositor, taking a firm grip on it, to trap it, keep it, and to draw it towards another place.

Another hole.

Her vagina.

Beatriz watched the display, astonished, as with deliberate resolve Patience Mance guided the slick, slimy ovipositor of a bulbous-bodied alien creature into the slender valley that framed her vaginal opening.

The fat tube writhed, pushing softly at the entrance, finding the way tightly-constricted. Too tight, as Beatriz could clearly see, but Patience held it firm, and the viscous lubricating slime oozing at its tip worked deep into and among her folds, and Patience moaned and panted and pushed back to meet the pinion of her own hand, until finally, inevitably, the singing grub's soft, rubbery ovipositor bored its way slowly between her labia, and Patience held it there until the matter was beyond doubt or denial.

Patience gave a quiet little squeak.

"Well I never," Diane said, under her breath.

"What?" Beatriz asked, but Diane shook her head.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter."

The noises inside the domed interior of the nest seemed to be amplified, echoing from wall to wall, or at least they seemed that way to Beatriz's ears at that moment. All she could hear were the soft, rhythmic, liquid noises made by twinned egg-laying tubes writhing and pulsating within tight passages, the soft moans of a girl, the owner of those passages, being gently yet thoroughly ravaged.

And the rushing of the blood in Beatriz's own ears, the pounding of her heart.

"Are you okay?"

Beatriz glanced up, to see Diane watching her with concern.

"Is this bringing back some uncomfortable memories?" the technician continued.

"Um, sort of," Beatriz replied, lamely. "Only not really. I mean, my head was covered, I couldn't see what was happening. And I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't tell what was happening. I could only listen... I heard the sounds and tried to guess what they meant for me..."

The squelching sounds reached a crescendo.

On-screen, Patience was shuddering, her legs twitching and kicking spasmodically, her toes curling.

She cried out.

Beatriz swallowed.

Was that the suggestion of a bulge in Patience's belly? Was the girl's womb filling with alien life?

Beatriz Ruiz stole a hand down to cradle her own flat belly, and she tried to remember what it was like.