Species Cultivation: Part 1

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/alien, slug, hypnotic paralysis, oviposition, eager breeder]

“The Slug Grove”

“Coming up on the slug grove,” Amari informed everyone, and a few seconds later they all knew for certain. First their tracking and comms equipment started fritzing out, a distortion caused by proximity to a particular flora. Then the tall, red grass came into view, swaying so slowly and fluidly in the light breeze that it looked as if the whole grove might be underwater.

Sarna Dorn, the leader of the expedition, nodded. Her walnut-colored hair, worn around her shoulders, bobbed with the gesture. She turned to look at the other women, all in their skin-tight environmental suits with survey gear and other necessities strapped to them. A group of eight scientists, conservationists, and volunteers. All were in good spirits, some perhaps more so than Sarna would have liked. There were a lot of enjoyable things about the research and conservation efforts on UG-1Y8-UTT (known colloquially as “Planet Uggo”), but Sarna had a job to do and over eagerness caused complications.

“Alright Jacki, better head in. Ready?” Sarna asked.

Jacki nodded, suppressing a smile, and pinched the collar of her envirosuit to start peeling it away. The smart material split along a line down the middle, allowing the toned woman to shrug it off and expose her pale skin to the alien air. Last to be free were her long legs before she folded up her suit and passed it to Sarna.

“All set, boss,” Jacki said, ruffling her fingers through her short-cropped black hair. She kept it short for ease of maintenance, especially given her assignment for the expedition.

Sarna stuffed Jacki’s suit into her pack and kept the others back as the pale young woman stepped into the red field. The alien grass rose in thick, gently waving blades that came up to Jacki’s small bust, wafting around her and tickling her bare skin as she walked with purpose deeper into the meadow. Jacki wandered this way and that for a minute before finally pausing, a new movement getting her attention.

Rising from the grass came a creature colored a matching scarlet, with a vaguely grass-like pattern that worked as a camouflage for its more rounded and bulbous body. The creature was slug-like, but larger than a man. It lifted the front of its body so that its head rose above the grass. On the slug’s head were six stalks: two that served as eyes, two for olfactory and thermal perception, and the two largest which were tipped with spherical bulbs. Jacki’s eyes locked onto those big bulbs, a thrill in her chest as her body went stiff.

Those bulbs at the end of the slug’s largest stalks danced with a constantly shifting pattern of colors, glowing and pulsing through several spectrums in very particular sequences. Captivated, Jacki stood rigid as the giant slug started to move closer. All other perception faded to the background, her focus wholly on those beautiful, glimmering orbs of light and the thumping of her heart. The red slug drew nearer, lifting more of its body up until it nearly matched her height, its movements swaying like the grass all around them.

Moving quickly, the rest of the expedition members gave the scene a wide berth and crossed through the meadow. They averted their gaze, for the most part, only a couple members having to be snapped out of their trance after daring a glance. Sarna kept them focused as best she could and hurried them along. The mating habits of the gantla slug were perfectly benign this time of year, and they would collect Jacki on the way back after the creature had done its business. This would provide the team with not only a safe crossing of the meadow, but also valuable samples to study back at base.

Jacki stood transfixed, her heart thundering as the slug closed in. Her perceptions and ability to move were compromised, but the young researcher was still distantly aware of things, and she certainly knew what was coming next. She’d been thinking about it all day, and the anticipation was peaking in the presence of this particularly thick example of the slug-like species. She gasped as the alien creature finally reached her, the innumerable little “fingers” of cilia on its underside grasping at her naked torso. It enveloped her front, contouring around her modest bust and gripping around at her sides and shoulders. The slug kept its head slightly pulled back, Jacki unable to look away from the glistening orbs of light while the gantla made a quick examination of its captive.

More cilia gripped at Jacki’s hips, thighs, and legs, caressing them with attention that quickly left the girl’s front half coated in the creature’s slime. Then, with surprising strength in the grasp, the human was lifted from the ground. Her toes curled and she whimpered excitedly as the gantla very slowly spread her legs and lifted them to the side, opening her to its ultimate goal. This was not the first human female the alien had attempted mating with, and it knew just where it wanted her.

Eyes still glued to the rainbow bulbs, Jacki felt the world turn as the slug gradually lowered the front of its body back down, pinning her to the grassy meadow beneath it with her legs splayed out to the sides. The researcher let out a juttering sigh while the gantla settled into place, its thousands of cilia caressing every inch of her from above while its heavy bulk held her fixed in place. Soon, a new perception edged into awareness, and Jacki bit her lip at the feel of the gantla’s breeding appendage. First it grazed her thigh, then probed around her mons before finally finding the passage it sought and pushing in with slow, slimy determination.

Yes yes YES! Jacki wanted to scream, but all she managed was a wavering moan under the paralyzing thrall of the gantla’s orb stalks. Even those mesmerizing orbs couldn’t fully suppress Jacki’s trembling as the breeding organ fitted itself within her and then plumped in preparation for the next phase.

The first slow, rolling undulation down the ovipositor swelled within Jacki, bringing out a shuddering moan. She felt it bulge and stretch at her, carrying its payload to her deepest reaches, and her head swam even more. She wished she had the control to arch her hips into it, to drive the slimy thing somehow deeper into her, but all she could do was shake with desire and await the slug’s promised load.

At the end of that sluggish undulation, a wash of tingling fluid was released into the researcher’s depths, numbing and loosening her. The next traveling swell brought more of the same, and the next, several gushes of the stuff preparing the human woman for the inhuman eggs that would come later. Through it all Jacki squirmed and whimpered, her eyes unfocused and a dim but joyous smile on her lips.

The gentle massaging of the slug’s slippery cilia shifted, the tiny limbs clinging more firmly to Jacki’s naked body. The gantla gave another shove, burying itself into the loosened woman with mechanical determination, and Jacki gurgled her deepest appreciation.

Then came, at last, the breeding. More slow, steady undulations traveled down the gantla’s breeding tool. Rather than a simple wash of fluid, these carried with them the slug’s unfertilized young, in bursts of a dozen or more pea-sized packages. Jacki panted, chest heaving as she felt their gradual journey into her. She wanted to scream, to beg, to wrap the alien beast in an embrace and buck against it. Still paralyzed by the gantla’s shimmering orb stalks, the researcher was helpless to do anything but tremble and receive the gantla’s eggs in its own time.

The first deposit came, numbed so that there was only a blissful sensation of pressure, and as it came so did Jacki. Her limbs flapped about limply, feet bouncing in the air, and as she rode the wave of her climax the rest of the eggs kept coming. Seized and massaged by countless cilia, held helpless while a slimy alien did its very best to breed her, Jacki was on a ride of carnal joy that chased away all thoughts but those of the pleasure. She came again at the fourth payload of soft slug eggs, just as her abdomen was gaining a noticeable swell, and she nearly blacked out. The rainbow hues of the gantla’s paralyzing orb stalks held her focus and kept her awake through the rest of the implantation, for which the researcher was distantly but deeply grateful.

When Jacki’s womb would hold no more and the eggs threatened to leak out, the gantla slug withdrew. One final gush of eggs was left within her, the rest packed so tightly and so deeply that the pressure would not release them. Slowly, the alien crawled away, leaving Jacki a trembling, slime-covered mess in the middle of the tall, red grass. It would be over an hour before the rest of the expedition returned to pick her up. Hopefully by then she would be able to stand again. For the time being she simply curled up in the grass, her hands on the swell in her belly and a grin on her face.