In The Love Nest of Har'akki
The following tale is inspired by Penny Arcade, more specifically, this comic. It might be considered NSFW if you are non-human. (or not "fixated in local flavor")
[EDIT: I just realized that I subconsciously made the protagonist completely ambiguous in terms of gender and species, so I'm not really sure what gender/species I had intended the protagonist to be now. O.o]
[Unsure whether to continue because further content is liable to be cheesy and be rather more graphic (though likely only heavy petting at most, considering likely vastly differing anatomy), and that I'd probably have to give a gender and species to the protagonist. (since I've already imagined/predetermined that the partner is liable to request the protagonist to remove his/her/it's "outer covering".)]
"I see you're early. I appreciate that." The words hung in the air, typed by her foremost right leg. The hive maiden beckoned me into her room (I think), as I stood at the door looking inside.
"There's more to see, but I would like you to come inside. For privacy"
I nod and step in, the door closing us off from the rest of the ship, leaving me in her private quarters. It is not often one gets to see this place, though as fellow ambassadors, I have visited her previously. But this time it is a little more private, and unsettlingly so, especially with the scented fruits placed about the chambers.
"The fruits are our specialty, though they're rarely used in this manner. They help engage the senses." Senses? That seemed odd right there.
"Sorry for being blunt, but, isn't your species dulled to most sensations?" I asked. (the Hive being radiation resistant, survived their planet extinction when a heavily radioactive comet landed on their planet ages ago, but as a side effect their exoskeletons grew exceedingly tough, and sense-numb) Then again, there is an instance where that doesn't apply, though I just wanted to make certain...
"It is almost time for my moult. I can already feel my skin cracking outside. Long have I waited for this, to feel once more." And that would be it. Though I still do not know why I was requested specifically for this.
"Pardon me again, but I was just wondering how I am to assist?" Well, I guess I am here to assist, and not just to observe, since I was specifically asked to be here, for "about a week or more" in her words.
"For now, until I finish my moult, you can just observe. Though after, I require a physical examination..." Did I just see her tail twitch? The Hive usually doesn't do that, unless there is a sensitive issue involved...
The room fell silent then, neither of us offering a word, though she did offer me a cushion. And then, a soft crackling, as her chelicerae straightened out. I leaned close, curious of this phenomena, as she appeared to puff up slightly even as she chittered and rolled onto her back. She twitched even as I heard her skin begin to crack and split from her efforts, though away from my view; She was squirming backwards, her limbs pulling out of her old external plates, leaving behind a blackish husk.
And from behind a marvel of beauty, an all-white specimen of a creature usually armoured in black, her skin translucent in the dim lighting. Her chittering grew soft as she lightly tugs on the remnants of her past, gently extracting her tail. She laid there, her claws lightly stroking along her now silky white tail, even as I blushed a little; She just seemed a little too engrossed for this to just be a physical examination, which brought me back to her words previously.
After a while (well, closer to an hour actually), she seemed to finally remember my presence, and slipping a glove onto her typing leg, she hastily apologised. One which I hastily accepted, seeing that she was at her most vulnerable. Trying to break the stalemate, I suggested, "So, where should I start the examination?"
"So sorry, very sorry... Well, I need someone to check on my larvae.. oh and sorry again..." She gestured at her thorax somewhere between the frantic typing, and I approached close, examining her chest. Somewhere inside, I can barely see some movement, and moving around, I could count four tails inside. Though a little odd to see her young develop inside her, I've been reading up on such... perhaps this was why I was specifically requested?
"I'll tell you what I see as soon as you finish your apology." And that finally ended her marathon communication, granting me a little silence, as I proceeded to give my observations, and noting that her young are looking rather healthy. She nodded, though her tail began twitching again, her leg hovering above the input, as though she was undecided on requesting for more... though I had already suspected as such.
"You want a massage, do you?" I helpfully suggested, as I looked specifically at her tail, the carefully attended prized appendage for the past hour. Her tail continued to twitch as she nodded, though her leg still remained hovering. If she wanted more she'll have to ask though, I wasn't that familiar with her sensitive organs. And she did request me for a week, after all...
Next, some imagery, perhaps... (maybe I am a little too preoccupied by this)
[EDIT: I just realized that I subconsciously made the protagonist completely ambiguous in terms of gender and species, so I'm not really sure what gender/species I had intended the protagonist to be now. O.o]
[Unsure whether to continue because further content is liable to be cheesy and be rather more graphic (though likely only heavy petting at most, considering likely vastly differing anatomy), and that I'd probably have to give a gender and species to the protagonist. (since I've already imagined/predetermined that the partner is liable to request the protagonist to remove his/her/it's "outer covering".)]
"I see you're early. I appreciate that." The words hung in the air, typed by her foremost right leg. The hive maiden beckoned me into her room (I think), as I stood at the door looking inside.
"There's more to see, but I would like you to come inside. For privacy"
I nod and step in, the door closing us off from the rest of the ship, leaving me in her private quarters. It is not often one gets to see this place, though as fellow ambassadors, I have visited her previously. But this time it is a little more private, and unsettlingly so, especially with the scented fruits placed about the chambers.
"The fruits are our specialty, though they're rarely used in this manner. They help engage the senses." Senses? That seemed odd right there.
"Sorry for being blunt, but, isn't your species dulled to most sensations?" I asked. (the Hive being radiation resistant, survived their planet extinction when a heavily radioactive comet landed on their planet ages ago, but as a side effect their exoskeletons grew exceedingly tough, and sense-numb) Then again, there is an instance where that doesn't apply, though I just wanted to make certain...
"It is almost time for my moult. I can already feel my skin cracking outside. Long have I waited for this, to feel once more." And that would be it. Though I still do not know why I was requested specifically for this.
"Pardon me again, but I was just wondering how I am to assist?" Well, I guess I am here to assist, and not just to observe, since I was specifically asked to be here, for "about a week or more" in her words.
"For now, until I finish my moult, you can just observe. Though after, I require a physical examination..." Did I just see her tail twitch? The Hive usually doesn't do that, unless there is a sensitive issue involved...
The room fell silent then, neither of us offering a word, though she did offer me a cushion. And then, a soft crackling, as her chelicerae straightened out. I leaned close, curious of this phenomena, as she appeared to puff up slightly even as she chittered and rolled onto her back. She twitched even as I heard her skin begin to crack and split from her efforts, though away from my view; She was squirming backwards, her limbs pulling out of her old external plates, leaving behind a blackish husk.
And from behind a marvel of beauty, an all-white specimen of a creature usually armoured in black, her skin translucent in the dim lighting. Her chittering grew soft as she lightly tugs on the remnants of her past, gently extracting her tail. She laid there, her claws lightly stroking along her now silky white tail, even as I blushed a little; She just seemed a little too engrossed for this to just be a physical examination, which brought me back to her words previously.
After a while (well, closer to an hour actually), she seemed to finally remember my presence, and slipping a glove onto her typing leg, she hastily apologised. One which I hastily accepted, seeing that she was at her most vulnerable. Trying to break the stalemate, I suggested, "So, where should I start the examination?"
"So sorry, very sorry... Well, I need someone to check on my larvae.. oh and sorry again..." She gestured at her thorax somewhere between the frantic typing, and I approached close, examining her chest. Somewhere inside, I can barely see some movement, and moving around, I could count four tails inside. Though a little odd to see her young develop inside her, I've been reading up on such... perhaps this was why I was specifically requested?
"I'll tell you what I see as soon as you finish your apology." And that finally ended her marathon communication, granting me a little silence, as I proceeded to give my observations, and noting that her young are looking rather healthy. She nodded, though her tail began twitching again, her leg hovering above the input, as though she was undecided on requesting for more... though I had already suspected as such.
"You want a massage, do you?" I helpfully suggested, as I looked specifically at her tail, the carefully attended prized appendage for the past hour. Her tail continued to twitch as she nodded, though her leg still remained hovering. If she wanted more she'll have to ask though, I wasn't that familiar with her sensitive organs. And she did request me for a week, after all...
Next, some imagery, perhaps... (maybe I am a little too preoccupied by this)