Interlewd: Tables Turned

I sat in the white-walled nursery gazing at the honeycomb chambers stacked atop one another with Neon Nurses occupying them. Their inactive forms fat, plump with my eggs. The glowing pink lights faint, blinking in a slow pulsing pattern. Row after row of incubators gestating my brood. On the other side of the glass, beyond the incubators, was where the cute little grubbies were taken care of once they left their host. The low hungry little chirps and purrs were resounding from the grubs as the pregnant Mad Dogs fed them from their ample and plentiful breasts. My hive was coming along delightfully.

Yes~ grow our hive. Whispered Sub sensually in the back of my mind.

Now, now, we cant grow beyond our means too quickly. Once the first batch of children advances to be adults, they will take over caretaking.

The warm wet pleasure plopped as Slither eagerly suckled. The turquoise and orange scales shimmered in the light as her throat bulged around my thick hard wasp cock. Her head bobbed, wiggling back and forth as the hungry snake slurped and worshiped her Queen’s cock.

“Good Slave,” I said vaguely, petting her head, scratching behind her hood as her throat vibrated with a purr.

Slither slowly slid back up, gasping for air, “My Queen Ssslither lovessss Vesssper.”

“What are you?” I asked, petting her head some more.

“Ssss Sssslither issss sssslave.”

“Good Slave Snake. Beg your Queen.” I leaned back, watching the horny snake woman.

“Pleasssse let ssslave ssserve.” She quivered, lowering her gaze.

I pointed to the floor, “Grovel Slave.”

“Yessssss!” Slither moaned and flopped onto the floor, coiling around my foot, kissing and licking it, “Pleassssse, pleasssse, Ssslave Ssssnake wantss to sssserve, to ssserve my Queen.”

“What will do for me?”

“Anything anything! Sssslither obeysss, Ssssssslither obeyssss.”

“Anything?” I asked, amused.

“Yesssss anything for Ssslither’sss Queen. Order Ssslither make ssslave obey.”

I slapped her flank, watching the toned snake muscles undulate for a moment. “Subby bitch. I suppose you have been good. Suck my cock, slave.”

“Yesssss, my Queen~” Slither nodded obediently, snaking her way up my abdomen and kissing my tip. Slowly her mouth wrapped around it, swallowing down the length foot after foot until her head bottomed out against my swollen chitin. I sighed, leaning back to enjoy my well-trained suck slut.

The door opened, and in walked Dr. Arbor, her deep dark green bodysuit leaving her curves exposed. She wore the usual respirator that billowed puffs of green mist. Her multi-colored eyes were fervent as always. After a couple of steps, she stopped, observing Slither and me. “I see you are busy feeding your snake.”

“Yes, she has been wonderful lately, so I decided to reward her to pass some time. So how goes your research?”

Dr. Arbor nodded, setting her tablet on the desk. Glancing down at it, I could see some formulas and diagrams. It depicted a worm-like creature overgrowing until it turned into a cocoon and molted into a wasp woman.

“I am a Genius. Naturally, it is going splendidly. I have found a way to grow your children to maturity rapidly.” Dr. Arbor said smugly.

I leaned, giving her my full attention even as Slither started choking on my cock as it throbbed, growing harder and bigger, fully erect in her suck hole.

“You have tested it?” I asked pointedly.

“What do you take me for? A snake oil salesman?” Dr. Arbor seemed offended before she haughtily explained what she had made. “Of course, I have tested it. The first batch didn’t work out, but the second configuration was better, and after a bit of fiddling, the third was nearly perfect. The fourth and fifth batches worked out the bugs and kinks in the process. Now, this final sixth serum has no side effects whatsoever.”

I thought about it for a moment. “What were the side effects?”

Dr. Arbor seemed a little shifty, breaking eye contact, “Well, details, details. Those don’t matter, and the newest growth serum doesn’t have any of the issues that the testing ones did.”

“That is good, but tell me what the problems were.”

She sighed, “Alright. It aged them too quickly; the first batch died of old age. More or less, it was too strong originally, so it took a few trials and errors to get the correct dosage to get them to mature, but not overage. Don’t want life expectancy cut too short, although due to the rapid development there will always be a cut to the life expectancy after all they are growing five to ten years in a day.”

I rubbed my chin, thinking on it. “Do you have any of my children to show me?”

“Of course,” Dr. Arbor said, motioning to the door, “Come children, meet your mother.”

I could smell them before I saw them. The familiar yet foreign scent of Vespidian hit my feelers. They wiggled, taking in the aroma. Sure enough, ten smaller versions of myself. Around the size of my adolescent form. Their smooth black and blue carapaces glisten in the light. I rose, pulling free from Slither with a moist plop, retracting and closing my shell.

We approached one another—my smol little children. Well, little for me, they were a good six feet tall. My tentacles reached down, poking them tentatively. They happily hugged the tentacles, rubbing against them. Their antennae curling and twisting, bathing in my scent.

“My beautiful children,” I smiled, “How big you have grown. I am most pleased.”

They were silent. I looked to Arbor, “Do they speak? Was their intelligence altered at all? If it was, then this is a failure, and I expect better.”

“No, they know how to speak.”

“Mother,” they said in unison, sending shivers down my spine.

“Good babies” I pet them, and their bone white faces curled into smiles, purring and chirping. My antennae smelled their pheromones, picking through the intricacies of Vespidian. They seemed healthy. There was no rotting smell like the ferals, and unlike the clones, there wasn’t a sickly smell.

My feelers lowered down to their level, and they huddled around them, rubbing their antennae against mine, shivering. “Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother Mother.” They happily called as our feelers mingled.

The excited feelers crawled all over my own, staining themselves in my scent and pheromones. They were acclimating themselves to me, accepting me. Vaguely I could feel them in my mind. Obedient, subservient. Their wills seemed so weak. They would need to be nurtured more to grow independent, but for now, I let my pheromones dominate their minds completely. I vented, opening my plates; each of them vented in return, accepting their Queen. One by one, they shakily pulled away my control, overpowering them.

“Good children. Mother is pleased.” I cooed, and they purred in submission.

I smiled, standing and laying a hand on Dr. Arbor, pulling her to the wall of incubators. We looked into it, and I said, “I am most pleased.”

Dr. Arbor happily replied, “Good! I told you to trust me.”

“When can we begin mass-producing the serum?”

“Immediately, I have already given Overseer the blueprint to synthesize.”

“Overseer, is that true?” I asked.

One of the idle Neon Nurse lit up, “Yes, production has already begun.”

“Good. That certainly puts the timetable up on my plans. Here I was, getting ready to wait years. Thank you, Dr. Arbor.” I hugged her tightly.

She seemed a little awkward, “I, of course. Your plans?” she asked.

“Yes, my plans.” I replied, giving her a pat on the head, “By the way, how many children did you use for this experiment?”

Her shock turned to a stammer, “On-one hundred.”

“Overseer, how many of my children were used for the experiments?”

Overseer replied, “one hundred, for the final batch. Counting all batches six hundred fifty-two.”

“I know it sounds like a lot, but hear me out, I needed them to test for irregularities, and I only used as many as was necessary.”

“Dr. Arbor. I am disappointed, and you broke my trust. Well, you did get results, so I won’t kill you. In fact, I suppose I should reward you.”

She paused, staring at me as though I had gone mad, “You are not angry?”

I held her firmly, “I was, but you will be replacing every single child and then some.”

“No, I, I No! I am far more useful to you researching!” She screeched, squirming in my grasp.

“And you will, once I have broken you and made you loyal like Slither… or perhaps just like Seedbed. Until then, you will be my personal breeding bitch.”

“No! Not like Seedbed! Please, I will serve you. Don’t do that to me!” she struggled feebly.

“This is your reward for all your hard work.”

Dr. Arbor screamed, “OBEY ME!”

There was a slight buzz to those words, a pull. There was a thought that I should obey, submit to Dr. Arbor. Just as quickly as that thought appeared, Sub brutally squished it. I blinked, looking down at her, “I think not. You will obey me. Don’t worry. The pleasure will break you, and you will enjoy drowning in it.”

“No! How, how, why are you not obeying?”

“Don’t be so shocked. I always knew you were up to something. It was only a matter of time before one of us controlled the other, unfortunately for you. Because you took my Vespoidia Cortex, well, you can’t control me with it. Your control is too weak. You are no Vespidian, so you can’t even use it properly. Don’t bother begging my children to help you. Just smelling me made them accept me. Now, you will learn your place below me. Just like the rest.” I smiled, licking her face.

My finger pressed down, pulling along her green suit ripping it off. She shivered as her light blue transparent body was exposed. I was certainly not expecting that. Come to think of it; I had never seen any of her body except her head. Interesting. She was squishy. I poked and prodded at her. It was similar to my flesh. I suppose it would be; she is a Spore Spawn.

My claw pressed to her mask, pulling on it, “Tell me, do you need this to live?”

“Yes!” she cried out.

“Very well, the mask can stay on,” I said, pulling my fingers away and sliding them down her body.

My tentacles pressed, pulling her pussy open. Oh my, tendrils coated the inside with a sea of wiggly feelers. Slowly my tentacles penetrated her, pushing in, spreading her. Inch by inch. As she shuddered and moaned. She squirmed helplessly. “Be gentle!”

My tentacles stirred her hole, slowly stretching, gentle. Funny, this bitch was never gentle with me. I recalled her fingers stabbing my brain. My thick muscular head feelers thrust into her pushing deep into her until they hit her womb. She shook violently, huffing, the green mist pluming out of her mask as she gasped and struggled to breathe.

“If you submit and become my loyal slave, then I will think about being gentle,” I replied, my tentacles curling inside of her belly. I pressed on the bulge in her stomach, watching it distend amused.

“Never! I made you! You will obey me! My plans, my plans will not end here!”

“You are already a part of my plans. You said it yourself; I am your doomsday device. It is only proper that you accept your place, and you will aid me willingly or not. I care little for your consent at this point, just as you didn’t care about mine.”

“STOP STANDING AROUND DEFEND ME!” she screamed at my innocent vespies.

My cute little vespies looked at her, then to me expectantly. “Mother what should we do?”

“Nothing, little ones, you only need to listen to Mother. Mother is all, and all is for Mother. Go play with Xava for a bit.”

“Yes, Mother.” They said, standing and leaving the room.

“NO!” Dr. Arbor cried, “Impossible!”

“I told you. Don’t get them involved. Even if they did turn on me, what could they possibly do to me? Well then, no gentle. You deserve to be punished for that. Trying to turn my sweet little children on me. Hmm ah, Slither swallow her.” I said, extracting my tentacles from her.

“Yessssss my Queen!” Slither eagerly obey. No questions asked.

Slither grasped Dr. Arbor, lifting her into the massive gaped maw nomming down on her as she struggled and squirmed helplessly. The snake’s jaws worked back and forth as she gulped and devoured Dr. Arbor whole. I watched the struggling lump slide down the stuffed snake’s throat and fill out her fat flank. I pat the mass as it squirmed in Slither.

“My Queen~ My Queen thissss Sssslave obeysss.” Moaned Slither laying on the floor at my feet.

“Good Girl, Slither.” I pet the loyal snake, rubbing along her belly and the thrashing lump inside. “Was your meal tasty?”

“Yesssss, my Queen,” Moaned Slither rubbing her stomach.

“Good, now lets feed your other mouth, shall we?” I said, mounting Slither.

My thighs held her slithery body firmly down as my abdomen pressed against her pussy. My thick hard ovipositor emerged and pushed deep into her well-trained fuckhole. Her body shivered and spasmed in delight. Moans and sighs from the sex-addled snake rose, and I slammed down, letting the full length extend into her hellishly hot hole.

I grasped her flanks, holding my snake slave down. Slamming in and out of her hole, my abdomen pressing and hammering at her, jerking up and down, sliding in and out of my personal cocksleeve. Yes, Slither’s pussy had long since been molded to my cock and accepted me as its owner. My lower arms groped at her snake titties, twisting her nipples as I teased and tormented her.

“Broken Bitch,” I growled, biting Slither’s neck making her squeal.

“Broken, broken, broken ssssSsslither is broken!” she moaned.

“Good bitch.” Lightly I slapped her face.

“Bitch bitch good bitch,” Slither panted dreamily.

I pulled back, watching Slither’s pleasure-melted face drool almost mindlessly. I slapped her flank, “Worthless whore.”

Slither’s whole body tightened up. She panted, “Worthlesssss whore~.”

“You love it when I dominate you and abuse you. Masochistic snake slut. I would treat you caring and lovingly, but you get off on being degraded too much. Pathetic whore. Maybe you are not even a snake; maybe you are a lowly worm.”

“Yessssssss sssnake ssslut ssssnake ssslut more moresss moresss pathetic whore Sssslither doesn’t dessserve anything!” Slither cried out.

I rubbed her face lovingly, “Poor little slave. So broken. Good snake slut. Beg your Queen.”

Slither coiled around me, “My Queen give thissss lowly ssslave your sssseeed!”

“Mnn~ horny bitch. Want more eggs do you?”

“YesssS! Yesss, yesss, Pleasssse fill your worthlesss sssslave!”

I bottomed out in her tight wet body hilted into my whore. I slapped her flanks and gripped them holding her down as my ovipositor inflated, filling with eggs. Pushing them down the tube, Slither moaned and shivered. The lumps pressed into her spreading her even more with each egg. Egg after egg pumped steadily into her hungry, wanting body.

“My Queen eggssss eggsss~ Ssslither lovesss eggssss.” She panted, drooling the happiest slave ever.

“Good egg slut. How is Arbor holding up?” I asked, leaning in and patting Slither’s bloated and stuffed belly.

“Only Sssslightly Ssstruggling. Weak, weak feelssss weak, my Queen.” The blissful snake replied.

“Good, let her out.” I stood over Slither’s lengthy egg swollen body.

“Yessss, my Queen.” Slither opened her mouth wide.

I reached in, thrusting my arm down her throat feeling about in her hot insides until I felt a leg. Gripping it pulled slowly, dragging Dr. Arbor out. Her body soaked, dripping the snake’s acidic spittle. Arbor’s respirator foaming, green slopping rather than misting from the vents. She naturally smelled like half-eaten snake food.

“Xava, clean this off,” I ordered the Neon Nurse that had been watching the whole ordeal.

“Oh? You knew it was me?” Xava asked, tilting her head.

“Of course, your eyes light up brighter when it is you. Besides, there is no way you would not know with that many bodies watching this.”

Xava looked over the wall of her synthetic bodies that were front row and center, “You got me there.”

“Xava,” weakly said Dr. Arbor, “Help me.”

The robotic nurse smiled coldly, “No. If Vesper didn’t do it. I was planning on it. Did you really think you could plot against us under my nose? Using my machines, my lair, my computers? Don’t worry; we will put you to good use.”

Xava took Dr. Arbor taking her into the decontamination chamber to be sprayed down and cleaned up. After a minute or so, the sparkling clean translucent woman was dragged back out. Xava brought before me laying Dr. Arbor down as though she were tribute. Amused, I smiled.

“My Queen,” Xava said, lowering her head, “Enjoy your gift.”

Quite the gift indeed. Had Xava not told me Dr. Arbor was up to something, I might have believed her. Idly my tentacles coiled around Arbor, pulling her up to face me. To think I was terrified of this woman at one point. Although she did save my life on several occasions and thanks to her, not only myself but my children will be able to flourish. I want to be mad at her, but it is more just a mild irritation that she would resist. I wonder, is this Stockholm syndrome? At any rate, I was truly, wholeheartedly thankful for this woman.

“Thank you Dr. Arbor, and I mean that with every fiber of my being,” I said, “You have given me so much. More than you even realize, and now I will give you the reward you deserve.”

“Vesper please. Don’t do this.” She meekly muttered.

“You never stopped when I begged.” I replied mockingly, “Don’t worry. You will be a good Mother soon enough.”

My abdomen bulged as the thick hard ovicock slapped against her. She shuddered helplessly, staring up at me. Oh, how the tables have turned. I pressed into her, and she squealed. Thrusting up into that alien pussy. It coiled and wrapped, fighting me for every inch. My grip tightened, and I pulled her down, forcing her to take it deeper. The throbbing tube spread her, inflating her. I could see the bulge distending her translucent flesh. Her eyes watered and started to roll as I slammed all the way in, bottoming out in her belly, watching as it bulged with my flesh dominating her core.

“Yes, so helpless. Powerless. It feels odd, doesn’t it, being on the receiving end of this. Don’t worry; you will learn to love it. Try not to break.”

The steady slapping of my abdomen meeting her body filled the room as Arbor shuddered and moaned. In and out my ovicock carving, it was molding her. Her body succumbing and accepting its owner. She had not yeilded just yet, but she was slipping. She was getting wet. Moist, drizzling, in fact. I get the feeling she has been backed up for a long while now, suppressing her urges.

I leaned back, gripping her body with one hand, idly lifting and lowering her, and stroking myself off with her body, using her as a cocksleeve. Up and down. Each thrust was getting a little easier. Her tight hole was slowly but surely relaxing and enjoying it; I could feel the twitching and squirming of her insides, relishing my cock. The tendrils attacking me had begun to undulate. Waves of pleasure pulsing through her body into me. Her hot alien snatch tried to milk my cock.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked casually, stroking her faster.

“No- no- no-” She moaned, getting jarred with each thrust onto my cock.

“You shouldn’t lie. I can smell such things, you know. Just admit it. Accept it. Submit to me.”

I gripped her with two hands, thrusting into her faster and harder, watching her head bob. The sudden stimuli made her tighten up, the delightful pressure gripping my shaft. Her hole was wetter and hotter with each stroke. Spore poon was definitely a different beast, and it might as well be its own animal the way it resisted and fought me. Alive struggling desperately not to admit defeat.

Giving it some thought, I pulled out, changing my approach. Her gaped pussy writhing with feelers oozing, dripping drooling all over the floor. I set her weak form onto the floor, raising her ass and forcing her face down into the floor. My lower arms reached back and slapped her ass, watching the jelly-like flesh jiggle, slapping and hitting her ass over and over until she was dripping and moaning, mewling pathetically on the floor.

“Stop-” My hand slapped her again, “Stop! no more, please no more,” she begged and pleaded.

“Be honest. I know you want it. I can smell your arousal. Your need. Your want. Admit it. I don’t understand why you are so stubborn. You made me. Surely you imagined I would dominate you. Control you. Use you. Do what you never could. After all, you wanted me to take over the world. What makes you think you were not a part of that? You are just a stepping stone to my domination. Become a Drone in my Hive. Accept your place. This is what you wanted. Confess. Otherwise, well, that horny hole of yours is going to be left empty and wanting, desperate and neglected. I am thoroughly enjoying slapping your ass.”

She shuddered weakly, “I- I made you.”

“Yes, you did.” I replied matter of factly, “Now tell me what you want.”

“I will nev-” She started before I interrupted her, “Now think hard about what you are about to say. After all, you have had a taste of me. Now, if you turn me down here, I will let you go. That will be my final thank you for all you have contributed. But you will never receive this pleasure again, and we will not take you back even if you come crawling and begging. I don’t need you anymore. You need me, not the other way around. We have your DNA already, so we can use it on my eggs as we please. Now you can either join us in finishing what you started or leave—never allowed back. Now I will be kind. My children and I will spare you, though only if you crawl under a rock and stay out of our way. We owe you that much.”

“What I started?” she said shakily.

“Yes. Join us or leave.”

“What have you… done to me. It is hard- hard to think.” Dr. Arbor held her head.

“Interesting,” I said, looming over her, “I suppose since you are a Spore Spawn, you would be rather susceptible to my pheromones. Xava clear the air a little.”

Xava turned on the vents letting the room flush out with sterilized air.

“Better?” I asked.

“Less fuzzy.” Replied Dr. Arbor.

“Good. Now make your choice with a clear mind.”

“I-” she paused, “I, I made you. You, you can’t throw me away.”

I leaned in close to her, “Staying? Or Leaving?”

“Why, why do you fight me? I only had the best of intentions for you.”

I growled, “Answer my question.”

“Stay,” she said meekly.

I smiled, “Good. Now kiss my claw.”

I set my foot before her, the claw shining blackish blue. She hesitated for a long moment before pressing her mask against it.

“I said, kiss it.”

She shuddered. Slowly removing her mask, her clear blue lips oozed a green mist as they pressed to the claw before pulling back, and she reattached the breathing apparatus. Pleased, I gave her a nice pat on the back, and her whole body jostled from the slight impact.

“Now,” I said, watching her shivering weak little form, “turn around, ass up, head down. Spread your hole and beg me to take you, to claim you, to dominate you.”

“Vesper-”

“Queen.” I interrupted her.

She obeyed, turning, lowering, and presenting herself, spreading her alien pussy open the tendrils writhing within her, “Queen Vesper, take me. Dominate me. Claim me. I, I submit. Allow me to join you. Forgive me for all I have done. I never wanted to hurt you. Do not abandon me. Make use of me. I am yours. Whatever you desire, I will obey.”

“Well said. I accept. You are mine now. And should you ever betray me, I will throw you away like the useless thing you are.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Good, you are a smart slut. I like smart sluts.”

I pressed my tongue to her pussy, slurping her insides, tasting her. Her need and want boiling oozing out, the tendrils fluttering around my tongue. She was ready. I pulled back and mounted her, thick hard ovi cock pressing in slowly. This time her shuddering body accepted it entirely and utterly. My ovipositor pushing, spreading, sliding all the way in. Her body submitted to its owner, its Queen. I had not noticed how jelly-like her insides were, hot, wet squishy viscus yet firm—holding and straining around my girth, desperate to keep me in. Inch after inch of my throbbing shaft filling the void in her pulsing walls until I pressed into the back of her womb, claiming it.

Gripping her hips, I thrust, humping steadily, fucking my new whore. Slamming in steadily, watching her shudder and squirm below me and accepting her new place in life. Smelling her arousal, feeling it pulsing and throbbing as her hole milked my cock and the delightfully wet slopping of her snatch oozing with each thrust. I slapped her ass, all at once, her whole body tensed, strangling my cock. I pounded in harder, hitting again and again.

“To think you almost missed this.” I pet her as her body jolted and jiggled with each thrust.

“I-” she sputtered between slaps and thrusts, “I never knew.”

I smiled, “Now you do. What are you?”

“Yours, yours, my Queen.”

“Good Slave.”

I bottomed out, holding her still, basking in her sultry insides, feeling the contractions and the tendrils messaging and coercing, squeezing, and rubbing. Hot and so moist. Enjoying it for a moment more, I slapped her ass, feeling her whole body contract at once like a single organism. Satisfied, I slammed into her depths, pushing hard until she moaned and squirmed desperately below held down, powerless to resist as I turned her into my cum dump. Thick hot cum gushed into her insides, filling her up as her bellow distended. Dr. Arbor screamed in pleasure as I impregnated her. My eggs pushed, spreading, pumping steadily into her, planting my ownership of her womb as they nestled in egg after egg. Filled to the brim, I pulled out, leaving her gaping twitching hole shuddering in my wake.

“Now then, Dr. Arbor. You are going to gestate my brood for a while. And just to make sure you stay out of trouble, I will keep you close.” I said, lifting her.

“Full so, so full.” She moaned.

Dr. Arbor wobbled a little, her belly lumpy with eggs as she dripped all over. I pressed her head to my pulsing egg slit and pushed her into my abdomen. My abdomen worked back and forth, devouring her, completely all the way down to the floor. The wet squelch of Dr. Arbor wriggling within me faded as my abdomen snapped shut. My hot wet walls pulled her up deeper into me, the sea of tendrils dragging her helpless form into her new home. She was trapped inside of my egg sack.

I pat my swollen abdomen listening to the gestating eggslut within. “Very close indeed. I will let you out when you need more eggs.”