Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

The Beta listened intently as Kelli introduced herself, introducing her age and her intelligence, which made the Beta's eyes widen slightly. I see, I see. So humans sort out the intelligent ones and place them in special learning groups as we do. He replied, nodding his head in understanding, even more interested and pleased at the particular woman he had been given for his research purposes. Yes, it's like we do - we sort and gravitate our children into the roles they are most suited for. He added, his commenting falling silent as she seemed to look at Amelia, before deciding to ask her questions, and she seemed worried about perfectly realistic scenarios. Beta scratched it's head, thinking about how complicated an explanation he'd have to give. Well, to understand some of those questions, you'd have to know how we create new life today. He replied, and decided to begin his explanation, not really willing to pause until the end. On this planet, we have a decent sized year, and approximately three times a year, we have what we call the water-intense months. Meaning the months where the water is mostly in the ground, filling the reservoirs. During those time, the biological species called the Holsta as well as the Slyth's become the most active. He began, commanding the screen that had been showing images to Amelia to reposition, moving over to Kelli's table, where she could see it. On the display, the image of a multi-tentacled object with four small holes on the sides, which looked mostly submerged in water. This is the Holsta. As you can tell, it is a large aquatic species of sorts. The risk here is that when they become active and when the Slyth become active are the same time. When that happens, the Slyth are overpowered by the pheromones that the Holsta naturally give off at all times, and we are attracted to mate with it. Beta continues, pointing out the holes. These orifices are it's version of a womb entrance. This is where we drop our seeds, and they grow and release themselves inside of the Holsta. In return, the Holsta uses these tentacles, which are covered with reproductive spores, which in turn feed on the Slyth, slowly merging themselves into the bloodstream. From there, Holsta are born inside of the Slyph - an act which is inevitably fatal. With that, Beta's eyes stared back at Kelli. Now, you can imagine that death is not a very preferable situation. Now, let's stack up the evidence of why I believe you can produce our young. He commented, watching her face. Since our 'seeds' adapt and drastically reconfigure such that they always produce one of us, instead of producing a Holsta, or some other being, I would say the chances are extremely unlikely that it would fail on a genetic level. It is a possibility, but as we stated, it is preferable to being devoured. He commented, before adding, A second piece of evidence in our favor is the similarities in the growth inside of the Holsta's body as compared to a human infant growing inside of your body. At least, I assume as much from the pictures of women carrying children - and the fact they get rounder about the abdomen for that period of time. Then, giving the matter a bit more thought, Beta continued, As for whether the act may prove fatal for you all I believe our children are smaller when they leave their mother's than human children, though I know there is some sort of variance to them. It has something to do with the fact that usually three or four children are born, I would suppose. Still, we have sufficient medical tools that I believe we could stop the children from killing you in childbirth. With that, Beta's hand reached out, stroking through Kelli's black hair, examining it. I see the color and length of this material seems to vary genetically. He commented, before adding, curiously, Is there any particular reason you think bearing our children would prove fatal for you? Meanwhile, while Kelli was listening to Beta, the Alpha continued probing Amelia's sex with his finger, watching her reactions quietly, stirring her up purposefully. Withdrawing the finger from inside her slit, Alpha looked at it, before bringing it to Amelia's mouth. Clean it off. He ordered, moving to push his finger into her mouth, his eyes watching her, as if daring her to bite him. His finger was tough, and if worse came to worse, he could punish her with the table she was strapped into. On the other hand, actually breeding with her was something Alpha would want to do alone, away from prying eyes. Surrok had been processing Pat's response to the leash while it was being tethered, and watched with some satisfaction as her lunge was canceled in mid-start, with her quickly coming to the realization that she was unable to fight as she was, giggling and finding her helplessness strangely funny. As Pat seemed to give in, giving a sign that Surrok was quickly coming to realize was a sign of surrender, Surrok grunted in reply, before adding, Indeed, a cute little 'bitch', seems an appropriate translation. Now then, it's time to come along, on all fours. He commented, adjusting her balance enough that she should be able to pull off crawling after him, as he moved to lead her onwards from the prison, the warriors keeping a careful vigil at first, as they left the prison. As Pat was led crawling through the tunnels, once again, the Slyth glanced in, staring at her, murmuring about the manner of creature, and the fact that they had so many recordings of them. This time, Pat could understand the questions about edibility, as well as the Slyth whom speculated what Pat's breasts where used for. The humiliating crawl wasn't too long, though, before the group reached another set of chambers, which opened at Surrok's command. The room they walked into was a room that resembled many different horror stories once upon a time. All manners of human devices, obviously recreations, were lying around, including what seemed to be a guillotine, a triangular wooden horse, an X-shaped Andrew's Cross, and sets of cages. In the room, a pale skinned Slyth sat, watching what appeared to be a documentary on the Spanish Reconquista. Hey, 'Theta', we have one of those creatures from the recordings here. I need your help to keep her in line. Surrok requested, and as he finished, the albino Slyth turned, looking at Pat silently for several moments. Is that really a human cunt? Huh. I thought they all died out, a long time ago. Theta replied, raising a curious eyebrow at Pat, before adding, I've seen enough humans mistreating humans to help you, I suppose, though, for payment He then smiles, before making a motion of dropping something down his throat. Surrok grunted, before adding, Sure, I'll see to it that you get a nice large jug of Spirits. That seemed to satisfy the albino Slyth, whom moved to get up, leaving the documentary playing while he walked around the torture devices to get closer to Pat, seeming to look at her curiously.