Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Kelli wanted to point out that human society was relatively... complicated, but it seemed like a nearly pointless conversation to have. The alien was more or less right, and Beta seemed to continue explaining. Besides, her attention kept being drawn toward Amelia, who was putting up quite a valiant fight against the alien forces, though not in a way that most people would be expecting. What came next was a moderately fascinating explanation of their reproductive cycle. Likely neither Amelia nor Pat would be able to fully understand what Beta explained now to be wholly honest, Kelli didn't quite understand everything. She got the gist, and, more importantly, was beginning to see where she and the rest of their tiny crew fit into the larger scheme of things. To make matters worse, she found herself nearly nodding along with the Beta's assertions. From what he said, it made perfect sense that a human female would be a substitute. If their genetics worked to trick the women's bodies, then everything else lined up almost eerily. Then again, they were both living species with some intelligence. The color and thickness and such is genetic we actually cut it for various styles, she said, looking up at her own spiky bangs for a moment. Her eyes quickly shifted to look back at Beta, realizing he'd asked another question. She shifted, letting her eyes flick toward where the alpha was busy tormenting her captain. Your size, mostly, she said, nodding. Your alpha is nearly twice the size of our captain, so it would stand to reason that your young would be significantly bigger. Furthermore, I, she shifted and blushed slightly, I assumed you would be egg layers of some kind, and I figured that the shrapnel from your shards might deal significant damage. If your young are clawed or scaled, there's still a chance of significant harm to the mother. she swallowed, fighting back more fierce fears. Science was a decent refuge from the insanity that seemed to be all around her. For all Kelli could really think of were the scenes from movies where an alien exploded out of a human woman, or ate her from the inside, or any variety of possible situations. She couldn't recall ever seeing one where the mothers actually survived the process, though she knew full well this was all fantasy. Amelia had been fighting valiantly, far too focused to catch more than a few snippets of the conversation occurring only a short distance away. The rough finger scraped against her inner walls, providing friction unlike anything the woman had felt before. Despite herself, she could feel her arousal again returning. Her control and will proved phenomenal as she allowed very little of it to show outwardly only the signs she couldn't help were visible. He pulled the finger out, and Amelia felt it prodding her dry lips. Reluctantly, her mouth opened, letting the juice coated finger slide inside. She never had enjoyed the taste of her own juices, even in highly sexualized situations. Generally speaking, it turned her stomach, and it started to do so now, doubly so with the scaly hand scraping against her teeth and mouth. Those same teeth closed for a moment, while the woman considered biting down. However, she quickly realized she couldn't do much, and instead simply allowed him to use her mouth to clean off her sexual juices, neither helping nor hindering. Jeez, take everything seriously, muttered Pat. She needed to be forced more or less to her fours, but would eventually do so. Then, it was a matter of crawling after him, moving as quickly as she possibly could. Unlike her captors, Pat wasn't used to this particular form of ambulation, and it showed in her clunky motions. She had the almost hilarious image of herself crawling over a bed toward a lover once, and it nearly made her giggle. Nearly, as she very quickly looked around and realized that she was quite far from that bedroom now. The crawl was humiliating, though Pat took it as best she could. The room they entered, on the other hand, made the beautiful blonde freeze and stare, nearly open mouthed, all around her. It looked, well, it looked like a dungeon as you'd find back on Earth. Even the dungeon master looked every inch the creepy pervert type you'd expect to see in a place like this. Hey, that's human woman to you, Whitie! she called back, her eyes narrowing for a moment. Oh, she fully realized they were going to torture her, and judging by these machines, she wasn't going to like it. Still, she couldn't stop herself, and wasn't about to shut up any time soon. Like what you see, Whitie? asked Pat, following his movements with her head. This is what a highly attractive female human looks like. Bet it's the best looking thing you've probably seen. Not enough creepy looking deformed lizard chicks for you or something?