Stories to Tell (NSFW)

Stories to Tell Part 1
>Interesting species, the Indrel
>Insular, but cooperative
>Humans can pay to get through their mountains, and they *do* have to get through them
>But one can’t buy anything from them, since they don’t have much use for coin beyond it’s conceptual utility
>So, they’re lousy merchants
>In fact, one of the only things they could possibly sell is the one thing they absolutely wouldn’t: royal jelly
>A borderline mythical substance, only supplied to a few lucky travellers by a drone desperate to escape, and even then only in small amounts
>It’s rumoured that the jelly, when consumed, gives humans the ability to know the thoughts and feelings of others
>The Emperor of Kalleg Dar was rumoured to have drank the single draught produced by the defector Indrel before she went mad
>He then promptly had his entire court executed for ‘loud and seditious thoughts’
>He then addressed his capital, something like half a million thinking minds, and began to bleed profusely from his eyes, ears, mouth…actually, it’d be easier to list what orifices he didn’t bleed from
>Long story short, you’re raiding an Indrel hive for the same reason that Kalleg Dar is now run by a toddler: royal jelly
>Indrel are funny critters
>They don’t talk, for one
>For two, they’re huge creepy bugs with luminescent eyes and a whole bunch of limbs that bend in wrong directions
>Luckily for you, they shed their shells and their first and (usually) only method of identification is by scent
>So, walking right into an Indrel hive whilst wearing a discarded shell may sound easy, but every time an antennae tapped and prodded you, there was a moment of abject terror
>But you made it, there it was, the brooding chamber
>You approach what looks like hundred of pale, waxy barrels, the incubators for the eggs
(Space)
>If that fruity researcher’s head was screwed on right, the largest incubators would be for queens and high-castes, and therefore absolute full of the stuff. All you need is a flagon of the goo and you get, like, ALL the gold
>You pull out a small drill and make a tiny hole in the waxy shell of the incubator, soon a steady trickle of the thick white substance oozes out and into your ready and waiting bottle
>As the bottle fills, you heat up a lump of beeswax in your hand and when you’ve taken all that you can you squish the soft lump into the hole, plugging it
>No sense in potentially killing a baby queen
>You notice a small amount of the royal jelly on your finger
>No
>Don’t
>In your mind you go over all the various reasons why sampling the brain-melting cum-looking stuff excreted by giant bugs is a bad idea
>A stupid idea
>A retarded idea
>…
>Tastes kinda spicy-sour, but also sweet?
>Using a shedding to cover your scent. You’re very clever
>Yes, I am, you concur with…yourself?
>Wait, what?
>But you made one mistake
>These words in your head are from somewhere else, along with a whole lot of mildly affronted irritation
>You turn around and see a huge, somewhat annoyed Indrel guard towering over you
>She was much larger than any drone you had encountered coming in
>That’s *my* shedding you’re wearing
>Aw shit

Stories to Tell Part 2
>So now you’re cocooned in Indrel webbing and wax, it’s pitch-black without your glow-stone but you can sense your guards so clearly that you may as well be able to see them
>This is fucking weird, human brains are not wired for this sort of thing
>You tell your guards that your nose itches
>They think something to the effect of “That’s nice.”
>So, Indrel can be patronizing
>Ram or whatever the fuck his name was would be thrilled
>You ask them to scratch it
>They ask you if you’re sure, you infer that if they comply with your request your nose might not stay on your face
>You tell them you’re hungry and thirsty
>They exchange thoughts with each other, the vibe you’re getting is that of malicious amusement
>They call someone and that someone comes
>She’s a smallish drone, perhaps four feet tall crawling about like she is
>She’s giving off waves of…something
>Interest?
>Happiness?
>Regardless, you sense no intent of dismemberment in her as she clambers up to you, her glowing eyes darting all over you
>“Hhhhhhiiii!” She croaks. “Khhhhungryyyy?”
>You open your mouth to say ‘yes’ when she lean forward, locking her hard smooth mouthparts onto yours
>A low gurgling sounded from deep in her thorax, followed by a rush of hot, thick paste flooding your mouth
>You try and spit it out, but her mouth has formed a tight seal around yours
>You have one option: swallow
>You do, gulping down the slurry; it doesn’t taste bad, but not good either
>You decide that if beige was a flavour, it’d be this
>The flow stops soon after you swallow your mouthful, but what feels like a tough, leathery tongue pushes into your mouth and starts moving around, exploring
>It was almost…sensual?
>The guards soon come over and shoo her away, their vibes harsh and rough
>She does so, but looks back at you
>She sends you a thought, something like "I'll be back for more”
>You can't decide if she's talking about feeding you or
>Something else

Stories to Tell Part 3
>You don’t know how long you’ve been down here
>Without the sun passing overhead, it’s impossible to tell
>Could be days, could be weeks
>Even your feeding schedule is erratic, with the perky, grabby, way-too-friendly Indrel only coming when you start feeling hungry, with seemingly vast stretches of time in between
>You ask the guards what time it is
>They think some nonsense about the fifth stage of the tertiary egg-cycle
>You try singing to annoy them
>You try talking to imaginary friends
>You just make sounds for a while
>But mostly you just think, mediating on your current predicament, lapsing into despair, and then finding a well of strength to draw upon in an inspiring way
>You do this like five or six times
>The Indrel guards hiss something and storm away, radiating agitation and annoyance
>You’re on your own again, for a little while anyway
>Then she’s back, your feeder
>“Hhhhhelloooo” she buzzes. “Hoooow aaaaare youuuu todaaaaay?”
>You tell her that besides being held captive by a bunch of bugs for God knows what reason, pretty fucking dandy
>”Kkhkhkhkhhhh” she…chuckles(?) “Thhhhaaaat’s goooood. Dddddandy is gooood, hyeeeees?”
>So, she’s sarcasm-blind, somehow
>You ask her why she’s talking to you and not, you know, doing the brain thing
>”Hhhyou are khkhkhquieter when making moutthhhh sssssoundsssss” she said, smiling blithely “Youuuuu maaaake much ttthhoughtssss and ssssshaaaaare theeeeeem. I was tooooold to maaaaaake ssssoundssss witttth youuuu tooo…”
>shut you up, got it
>You ask her if she knows what they’ve got planned for you, since they probably kill intruders under most circumstances
>”Oh hyyyyesss!” She says, too excited “Intuuuuuders froooom otherrrr khhhhives are khkhkhkiiiiiilled very!”
>You ask why they haven’t killed you yet
>”Wheeeeen hhhhumaaaans come ttttthhhhrough the passssss we willlll giiiiive youuuuu back for coiiiiin!”
>Aw fuck
(Space)
>"Hyouuu arrre thiiiiinking louuudly agaiiiin,” she says, concerned. “Pleeeease dooo not. I will beeeee replaaaaaaced ifffff you do not stooooop.”
>You ask her what you should do, no one’s going to pay much for your thieving ass and they’ll get sick of you eventually and oh god oh god ohgodohgod
>She hisses at you and thinks in no uncertain terms what the Indrel do with loud, annoying grubs such as yourself
>It’s a pretty bad mental image, but it shuts you up
>“When youuuu make mouthsoundsssss, it keeeeeps youuuur mind quiet,” she says, her concern for you radiating off of her “Ssssso maaaake them. Saaaay woooords.”
>You don’t know what to talk about, you’re freaking out
>She sits down in front of you, an excited smile on her face “Telllll meeee a ssssstory.”

Stories to Tell Part 4
>You run the fucking gamut
>Personal stories, anecdotes, religious parables, legends, tales, and all manner of yarns
>She seems to really like fairy tales though
>Like, a lot
>Especially the part where the Prince rides off with the Princess, or any manner of romantic stuff for that matter
>The excitement rolls off her in waves whenever there’s so much as a kiss
>You finish up a story where the handsome Prince Holsten kills the Mad King Boltz and ascends the tower to marry his beautiful daughter, Princess Coarin, and rule the kingdom as a just and righteous king
>You leave out the part where they may or may not have been siblings
>”Aaaaand theeeen?” She clicks excitedly. “Whaaaat hhhhappens when marrrrried?”
>You guess they had kids who would probably go on and do royal things
>”Befoooore tttthat,” she says, pointedly. “Befoooore brood is booorrrn. Whaaaaat happenssss?”
>Oh
>OH
>Okay, so she wants you to get…explicit
>“Theeeey kisssss?” she says, hopefully
>Yeah, probably
>She leans in, clambering up the waxy threads holding you in place, her face now getting uncomfortably close to yours “Khkhkhkissss…make little huuumanssss?”
>Uh
>No
>You tell her it’s more complicated and give her a brief run-down of the rough mechanics of the act
>“Oh,” she says, “Llllike the khkhkqueeeen and heeer kingssss? Tttthhhey also mate in tttthhhhisss waaaay”
>You nod, saying that you didn’t know how Indrel reproduced, but sure humans do it that way too
>”Oooonly tttthhey get tooooo,” she said, a little indignant. “Onlyyyyy khkhqueeeeens get access to fertile maaaaales.”
>That’s rough, buddy
>You let slip that all humans everywhere get to mate, if they can get a partner
>It’s kind of our favourite thing to do
>Not to toot your own horn, but you enough pipe in every town you visit to qualify as a city planner
>She’s looking at you now, eyes glowing in the dark
>“Telllll me a sssstory, Anon,” she trills, tracing a claw tip down the side of your face tenderly “Whaaaat comessss after khkhkhkisssss?”
>You and your big stupid mouth

Stories to Tell Part 5
>You tell of how the totally not-related Prince kicked down the door to his not-sister’s room
>”I will now smash that princess slash” the Prince announced, Princily
>Okay, you kinda suck at telling stories aloud, you’ll just think about the story and hope she picks it all up
>The Indrel runs her hand through your hair, tugging on it “Sssssofffft. Khkhkeep gooooing.”
>The Prince peeled out of his armor and his tunic, revealing his huge throbbing manhood, the Princess shuddered in anticipation, gasping and panting
>The Indrel twitched, clicking and hissing, her excitement and fascination pulsing out from her like a beacon
>The Prince pushed her down onto the bed, pulling her dress up and over her head, her large milky breasts exposed for all to see
>She clings to the webbing around you, her face practically touching yours
>Her thorax begins rhythmically thumping against the hardened silk and resin encasing your lower body
>The Prince’s hands run up and down her soft, smooth body, squeezing her tits and spreading her legs, grabbing her soft pillowy ass and pulling her hips towards his twitching manhood
>Her abdomen was pulsating now, rushes of air rose up and hit you in the face in a rush of strange spicy pheromones
(Space)
>Indrel breathe out of their butts?
>Whatever
>The Prince lined himself up with her ready, waiting opening, glistening with her arousal, his cock pressed against her, causing them both to gasp
>Her second set of arms unlatched from her back and dug into the resin to the sides of your head, hard dagger-like fingers digging into the stone-hard substance like clay
>With a single thrust, the Prince was inside her, stretching her open around his thick cock, her hot wet insides spasming around his hard prick
>With a guttural sound she snapped back, pulling at the silk strands holding you in place
>There was a creak, a crack, and the whole cocoon tore away from the wall in a single piece
>You collapse to the ground, legs tingling
>She stands over you, her eyes five points of orange glowing in the darkness “Anon…Hyyy may not be a queen, but I want hyouuuu to beeeee myyy prrrrrince.”
>You have to pee SUPER BAD

Stories to Tell Part 6
>Holy SHIT that feels good
>You piss for what seems like five whole minutes
>You’re pretty sure you lost ten pounds with that one
>She’s waiting impatiently for you to finish, clicking and chirping in agitation
>It dawns on you that you might be able to get out of this hive
>You turn around and she’s right in your brain again, thoughts buzzing
>You weigh your options
>She sees that you’re done
>Weighing your options
>She walks over to you
>Weighing your options
>She rubs up against you, her four hands wandering, caressing, squeezing
>Options weighed
>Option 1: put a stop to this chicanery right now and trust in the cream of human goodness to deliver you from a horde of insects
>Option 2: fuck this pent-up horny skank-bug and convince her to let you go
>Ha ha, yeah right!
>As a human and a bastard, you know just where most people lay on the greedy dipshit spectrum
>You fumble around, pulling her into what you hope is a sensuous embrace
>It’s like hugging a suit of warm plate armor
>And just what the fuck is that prickly shit?
>Thank god for the total darkness
>You really wish you had some booze right now, it’d make everything go a whole lot smoother
>”Ohhhhhh Anon” she croaks, her thorax thumping against you legs rhythmically “Pleaaaase, bee gentlllllle.”
>You find yourself wondering how exactly this is going to work
>Like, where does it even go?
>You yank your pants down and grab your cock, working yourself up
>It’s been a while since you had a lay you could tell cringe-inducing stories about, your brother has that dick-packing hooker from Beletan, your friend has his (at the time) unknown sister, so you’ll get this perky roach-girl
>Despite the more or less constant terror these past few days it doesn’t long for you to get hard, she lights up with fascination, chirping like an incensed sparrow
>She senses your confusion and instructs you not to worry about it
>You squawk in a rather undignified fashion when her hard, pincer-like hands clasp around your dick, holding it in place as she positions herself
>What the fuck is even going on
>You gasp as you sink into something warm, firm, and alarmingly slick, a groan rumbles out of your throat as she clamps down on you, vibrating as she chitters, her insides milking your cock as she starts grinding her…whatever it was on your lap
>Hey, maybe this won’t be so bad

Stories to Tell Part 7
>What the fuck
>What even the fuck is that?!
>That researcher might still pay you even if you return without the royal jelly, what with all the choice Indrel info you’ll have to share
>For instance, they’re…you guess what’s on you might be a pussy? Anyway, whatever it is it’s not soft inside, not completely
>It’s like there are these rings of muscle or cartilage or whatever connected to each other by smooth slick flesh, they contract and shift around and up and down your cock like an accordion
>They squeeze around your shaft and undulate, she’s not even moving and it feels like she’s riding you like a rodeo
>And then she would buzz, or chirp, or chatter, you’d feel it, those solid-ish rings would vibrate like guitar strings, making you gasp and groan in pleasure and they buzz around your cock
>She’d build you up and up and up, and just when you’re about to jizz she’d back off, slow down
>She does this like five times and it dawns on you: she’s still in your head, keeping you where she wants you to be
>Nosy little…
>You concentrate and push her out, a bit indignant at the invasion
>It also occurs to you that your whole plan depends on you knocking her bug socks off, so you decide that two can play at that game
>You push into her mind while also, grabbing her thorax and pulling out
>“Anoooon?” she buzzes, you can feel even that on your dick “Hhhhwhaaaat arrrre hhyouuu–?”
>You jam it back in, staggering her
>You also feel it
>No, really, for a second her defences were dropped and you could actually feel your dick in her
>From her perspective
>Well, that’s interesting
>You continue to pound her, too fast and hard for her to raise her mental barriers, her mind slipping into pleasure as you bury yourself into her caressing vibrating hole
>Lost in the both of your sensations, you fail to notice her pushing her way back into your mind
>She starts buzzing, hard
>She’s sharing your pleasure now, too, and she likes to make noise
>The vibrations intensify, so do her contractions, she’s getting close now and so are you
>You start to pant and thrust with abandon, pulling nearly completely out before burying yourself to the hilt in her bizarre, incredible body
>You’re almost there, and she’s clicking and roaring like nothing you ever heard before, you you feel every pitch shift and bassy thrum on your dick
>And so does she
>You try to speak when she suddenly starts speaking, your words coming out of her mouth “Khkhkhkeeeeeep ssssshoooouting hyuuuu noissssey skaaaaaank!”
>She cums abruptly while you’re still in her mind, you share it for about a second before you’re flushed out of her brain by a wave of pleasure and back into your own head
>A rush of hot jelly squirts out of her, coating your groin and legs in thick, slippery slime
>You pant and grunt, grinding yourself into her hot twitching hole and cum like a broken aqueduct
>You moan and gasp, cock twitching and hips bucking as you pump load after load of cum into her
>You lean back and prop yourself against a wall, completely spent
>Your dick pulls out of her slowly before springing out with an audible pop, followed immediately by a slash of hot bug slime
>Well, that was neat

Stories to Tell Part 8
>”Hyouuuu cannot essssscaaaape yeeeet,” she says, clicking contentedly
>You attempt to deny the allegation, but you just got finished feeling her feeling herself around your dick
>These have been a weird couple of days
>”Hyuuuu will hhhhhaaaave to…” she chitters, radiating what felt like amusement. “…sssssscent yourselffffff mooooore.”
>Oh, is that what we’re calling it?
>”Wheeeeen you sssssmell more liiiike meeee, you khkhkhcaaaan waaaaalk ouuut” she said, walking over to you “Buuuuut until thhhheeen…”
>Eh, you’ve heard of worse deals than that
>She snaps to attention, projecting feelings of agitation and alarm
>”Geeeet to the waaaaall!” she says “Nooooow!”
>You do and she take the piece of resin and silk she tore from the wall off the ground and slaps it over you, spitting gobs of goo at the seams and rubbing it up and down
>Two guards turned the corner, inquiring as to what all the noise was about
>She thinks something like ‘You wanted him to make noise, so he made some noise’
>They seem to accept this explanation, and to drive the point home you start thinking about random shit as loudly and obnoxiously as possible
>The guards growl and show themselves out
>She turns around and pulls you down again “Hyuuu good fffffor anooooother goooo?”
>Hey, you gotta get that bug stank on you somehow
>So, after a couple more, err, ‘sessions’ you are suitably fragrant enough to attempt an escape
>She guides you through the pitch black maze that is the hive
>There were a few sphincter-moments when other workers waved their antennae at you, but for the most part it was uneventful
>You reach the back entrance of the hive and bask in the sun, breathing the clean fresh mountain air
>You turn to look at your friend, here in the bright daylight you can actually see her for the first time
>She’s…pretty cute, actually
>You say all your thank you’s and praise her for being a…unique lay
>She simply smiles (they can smile?) and scampers forward, pulling you into a multi-armed hug
>With that, she heads back into her hive, leaving you to show your way out
>It’s not until you’re a ways away from the hive and well on your way to a weigh station that you reach into your pocket and find a translucent waxy pod of royal jelly
>It’s not a whole bottle, but you’re pretty sure it’ll still fetch you a king’s ransom
>Thanks, You Noisy Skank