(Warning: Smexy stuff, Parasite Stuff, Cringey Stuff-unedited)
The next day I observed the doctor’s reaction to my return to helping him. He’s pleased. I guess he can’t hate me because he did tell everyone that I was working there for him as I had experience in a lab. It was a perfect cover for me wanting to be near my eggs.
I resist touching and cuddling him but bring him food. Turns out it’s harder than before. I swear he’s teasing me, touching my hand when taking papers or straight up stroking my arm, or wing. He doesn’t even hide his expression as my body shivers or twitches in response and I look at him confused.
I wait knowing he’ll need to use the bathroom soon. Once he enters it I head around the corner. When he opens the door I startle him as he doesn’t see me whilst absorbed in some information on a screen. I take it out of his hand and look at it. More research about insects as though that somehow relates to an insect-like alien species.
I pull him angry and protesting into me, kissing his mouth silent. He suddenly tenses pushing me away and blinks shocked mouth half open. I panic, eyes widening and I start whimpering asking,
“W, wait did I? I’m sorry I may have misread why you’ve been touching me and-”
He presses back and shoves me very roughly against the wall. I twist allowing him to drag me into the bathroom. Of course he wants it to be behind a closed door. I fumble with the lock securing it. That only makes him more bold. He presses against me so hard I carefully position myself to keep the eggs from getting squished. He lifts his hands touching my thighs and I shiver, pressing my tongue into his mouth. To my immense pleasure he licks it. I feel the urge to feed him. He would kill me if I didn’t at least ask him first. I pull away and he touches my torso kissing it. I start to ask. “A, are you okay if I-?”
“Yes.”
“No, I mean if I put my tongue.”
He pulls away to look up, “Where?”
“D,down your throat.”
He seems to think about it flushed and then nods, “But stop if I gag.”
I smile, “It’s for food.”
He rolls his eyes, “Oh my god.” He pulls away. He gestures to his stomach, “I’ve gained six pounds.”
“I can’t help it, I've started producing...”
He raises his eyebrows a bit, “Wait, your species produces milk?” His eyes light up, “I was wondering if you had something like that. He refers to the information he’d just been reading; “In the insect world nutrient rich liquids are called a nuptial gift but it can also be a separate food source.”
“A gift.” My throat trills happily. ‘I’ve never had anyone say anything so kind about my species.’
I am amused as he continues to rattle off facts about insect gift giving during the mating process as he simultaneously returns his attention to my body touching my thighs again.
“Something like that,” I offer weakly.
He pauses, “Do you like this? Or were you just trying to feed me the whole time?”
I get on one knee so we’re closer to eye to eye and I kiss him passionately. “I was reacting to your teasing, all day, might I add.” I stroke his body all over and he moans softly at a few specific spots. I keep pressing at those spots and his legs start shaking. He falls into me, knees giving out. Moaning and groaning as I pull him onto the rounded bump of my nether regions. He looks up.
“Um,” I fluster at the complete look of confusion. “I thought you’d like to grind on me.”
He flushes and looks down, “You idiot.”
I start and whisper soft apologies but stop as I realize from his burning ears that he’s just too embarrassed. Especially as he starts grinding.
I continue touching his sensitive spots causing him to whimper a bit and then growl in a very sexy amount of frustration.
Soon we’re holding each other desperately, mouth open panting until he grips my arms tightly. I smile, feeling glad as he finds relief. Breathing out I lift his face and kiss it softly he makes an mph noise and lifts his hand. I tilt my head leaning back. He keeps breathing and I wonder if he regrets it. Should I say something? Thank you? Feeling better?
“Do you know how embarrassing that was?” He gets up, eyes dark and I close my legs wincing away in shame. “Especially since I’m a professional and only have these urges because I’m.” He touches his head, “Incubating.”
“Actually yes.” I hold myself and look up submissively, “I’m so sorry…I thought you wanted it, that I was helping you.” I shiver, “I wasn’t trying to make you feel like this,” ‘Disgusting.’ “I kinda thought it was sincere.” I can’t help the emotions messing with my voice but hide and quickly swallow any away. Standing, I brush myself off, “Please forgive me for the misunderstanding.”
He says nothing leaning over the sink as I leave. I feel my heart pounding as I find myself checking on the other host. He’s deep asleep and I let him have the much needed rest. I don’t feel like physical contact at the moment. I leave the clinic and walk towards the cafeteria.
I always get nervous because normally lots of aliens stop and stare whenever I enter. That’s why despite the fact I’m not supposed to, I always go during down time. The workers asked to accommodate me and my requests as long as it’s not ridiculous.
I freeze because there’s a few people in the cafeteria. Two predators talking loudly and eating raw meat. Far away an aquatic looking alien looks up as I enter. The predators make no effort to ignore me. I feel my wings shiver as I go to the counter, one of the workers looks surprised to see me. I go behind the counter and slip down behind it curling up.
They say nothing, only getting me something to eat and putting it near me for when I’m ready.
After I finish my silent crying, I look up at the alien who seemed to have a basic idea of what was going on.
“Wanna talk about it?”
I shake my head no.
“That’s okay.” They gesture, “Eat because it’ll make you feel better.”
I eat a few nibbles. And start crying again.
“Okay buddy seems like it’s pretty serious, come with me.”
They take me to the cooler and grab something frozen. “Try this.”
I hesitate then lick it. ‘Sweet.’
“Thank you.” I murmur and they let me sit on the boxes while I eat the frozen confectionary.
After a while and a lot more tears they return and gesture to the dishes. I approach and when they start scrubbing them hover confused but observant. They gesture to the towel and hand me a wet plate. Catching on I silently help them finish up cleaning the kitchen then go “outside” with them as they light up a cigarette.
I can’t remember how exactly but there used to be a real danger of smoking on spaceships, something about concentrated oxygen. Apparently they’ve managed to reduce the danger of fires getting out of control with these tiny smoke rooms. I look up at the fan filtering the smoke out of the air. I wonder how often they have to replace that?
“Alright, now ready or not you’re going to have to tell me what’s going on.”
I hesitate and then nod, “I…thought I was helping.”
They look me up and down with a soft expression, “You do like to help.”
I smile appreciatively then stare at a faux tree and around the fake outside environment. “I’ve been abused for that before.”
The workers expression falls, “You are very young, and sweet, I hate that people have ruined that innocence for you.”
I look at them teary up, “Do you even know what I am?”
They smirk, “A buggy guy?”
“I’m a parasite!” I exclaim and he immediately waves it off.
“Nobody is perfect.”
I actually laugh a bit, thrown off by his reaction.
He grins, “Most people are parasites.” He gestures behind him, “I work in a cafeteria I would know.”
I feel my antennae twitch. “He said having an orgasm with me was embarrassing.” I feel more at ease and decide to just tell him it.
His reaction being to look at me, face falling and serious, tells me my feelings being hurt were valid. I look down and curl back up covering my head.
“I’m guessing you really liked him.” His face softens after taking a really long drag from the cigarette.
He offers a lopsided smile, “You’re really cute, don’t let this make you think you aren’t a catch.”
I snort, looking at him over my arm, “I don’t know about that, I’m a bit desperate.”
“Are you actually?”
“I can’t afford to be picky when I need to lay my eggs.”
“Oh-” He blinks and then covers his mouth, “What about when you don’t have to lay your eggs, you can choose whoever you want to be with, and you definitely don’t have to be with him.”
I look at the tree again. “I mean, that sounds really nice.”
“Well,” He stretches, “I’ve had a long day and I’d like to go home.” Offering a hand he asks, “Do you want me to walk you to your room?”
I don’t know why I agreed. Because I’ve been walking through the dorms and I have no idea which room is technically mine. I pause and he, talking and having a good time pauses, “Oh are we here?”
“I um you can leave me here.” I pull my wing around my body and mess with it, “I’ll probably head back to the clinic.”
They look up at me with a worried expression then sigh, “Isn’t the asshole taking advantage of you at the clinic?”
“He, he’s not taking advantage-”
“He let you put eggs in him right?” He keeps walking and I follow to defend myself.
“I, I didn’t have a choice, they were getting weak.”
“Exactly! You want to protect your eggs over everything, right?”
“Of course, I-”
“And then he was touching all over you.”
“But.”
“Then after only he cums, he calls you disgusting.”
“He didn’t call me disgusting, he just made me feel like that.”
I pause, he’s looking back with an eyebrow raised gesturing with his head like “exactly”.
Unlocking his door he hesitates for a while. “I… have a few beers if you want to keep talking.”
I duck entering the room looking around. It’s much more personalized and human than the old room I was in. “Close the door please.” He goes into the kitchen and turns on the overhead light. It’s a warm soft light that’s comforting. “Don’t mind the mess.” He says as he pulls a couple beers out of the fridge.
The air smells like the cigarette he was smoking outside. I sit at the table and he opens and slides me a beer.
Smelling it, I take a sip.
“So first off, you’re not disgusting.” He takes a gulp of his beer, “New arrivals who haven’t seen a lot of different types of aliens can be that shallow, you shouldn’t listen to them.”
“I’m guessing you’re not new here.”
He leans forwards running a hand through his hair with beared teeth that looks like he’s in pain. A grimace. “I was born on this spaceship and I’ve grown up around all the kinds of aliens you could imagine. Served the weirdest and coolest looking food to em too.”
“Do you ever want to travel space?”
He blinks, “Of course but you kind of have to be…smart.”
I mess with one of my missing arm knubs.
“I’ve always wanted to ask.” He glances out of the side of his eye. “What the fuck happened to you?”
I feel dread spread through me and my wing and stump shivers. Speechless I look down at my beer and he flushes.
“I mean I’ve heard rumors and I’m kinda hoping it’s not that bad.”
“Rumors?” I ask taking another sip and then looking down at him. “I’m sure they’re horrible.”
He looks up at me searching my eyes, “I think I may have made the wrong assumption.”
I lower my body leaning on my elbow and now eye-to-eye tilt my head.
He leans back in the chair a bit. “I’m so sorry for trying to joke about it, I thought you were some sort of pirate badass.”
I feel one of my antennae twitch and chitter, “A pirate?”
He smiles relaxed again, “You just have some battle wounds and I heard you were acting like a super spy when you woke up, clinging to the ceiling and dodging guards.” He gestures animatedly.
I laugh and laugh then drink before answering, “Yeah sure I was a pirate.”
He smirks, catching on, “What’s the craziest pirate adventure you’ve gone on?”
We joke about the idea until one beer turns to two and then all the sudden we’re opening up. I’m nursing a third and he’s on four. He tells me how he feels, “Like I’m trapped. Stuck in a dead end job and I’ll never be able to explore or experience anything new unless I’m literally cooking it.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle darkly, “I know what it’s like to feel trapped.” I say. “I was kept imprisoned during two of my egg cycles.” I’m feeling the effects of the alcohol.
He stops laughing, eyes taking in the state of my body, “Why did they imprison you?”
“I guess to get revenge for what I tried to do to one of them.”
He furrows his eyebrows, “Did…did you do something bad?”
I look at him and wonder if that’s how they justified it. “I was nowhere near as rough with my allotted host as they were with me.” I hold myself subconsciously, “I learned of men’s pride and lust…and cruelty.”
He looks like he really wants to ask, “Wh, what happened?”
I don’t know why I hesitate. Maybe it’s because he looks so innocent. But the alcohol and the look in his eyes make me relax a bit, “They raped me, tore off my limbs, raped me some more and when they got bored tortured me. Whenever I developed eggs they used them to torture me in new ways.” I look up at the ceiling, “I can still feel them being squished inside me when the guards kicked my stomach.” I make a face shuddering in disgust, “I begged them not to hurt them, that just made them enjoy it more.”
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” The cafeteria workers' eyes widen and then narrow, dark with horror and anger. A long moment passes and I make a few of my specific enquiry noises before asking, “Did I say something…”
He reaches for my arm and I sit up straighter watching him quickly change his mind and rub the hair on his own arm. I look down and touch the bristles on mine miming him.
He looks down, “I keep forgetting that you’ve gone through way worse, way worse than me. My complaints must sound like whining.”
I blink slowly and lower so we’re eye to eye. Folding my arms and laying on them, “I think your complaints are valid. Why should you be kept here just because you were born here? Why can't you have equal opportunities like the others? It’s not your fault.”
He gets emotional and looks away, “Yeah…yeah that’s about it.”
Another long silence stretches out and I feel very dizzy, also sleepy. He leans back in his chair and lets out a big angry sigh causing my right antenna to twitch. “Those pieces of shit need to get blasted out of space.”
I laugh a bit, “In their defence I did technically try to impregnate one of them, and he was there against his will though I didn’t know that at the time.”
He looks at me, “Well you didn’t know and wouldn’t have beaten or disfigured him, they went too far, way too far.”
I smile somewhat appreciatively.
He looks like he wants to keep yelling but notices the time. “Oh crap.” He looks at all the beers, “Oh shit.” He stands uneasily, “I need to hit the hay.” He cleans up a bit and then swishes his mouth with water, gargles, spits it in the sink and takes a few steps towards the bed before looking back at me. “Is your room far?”
“I don’t remember which one it is.” I say a little too honestly as I get to my feet unsteadily. “But I can still go.”
He looks around the messy room, clothes on the chair and on the floor.
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