(Don't) Panic

XV - The Breeding I

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*trigger warning:

+ dehumanisation + rape + pain +

*the full warning and list of triggers to be found in part 2

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Unable to focus on anything but the pain in his head he didn't realize that the things were not done with him just yet. Again the light was applied to him, his rear end this time. His anus was being coated with something cold and slimy. The intrusion of something entering his sphincter made him convulse in the grip of the things but it was no use. His arms and legs were positioned and held in a way that effectively caged him within his own body, incapable of moving anything much except from his now released head. Whatever it was snaked around his insides, palpating the inner walls. It gave Owen the feeling of needing to pass a bowel movement but whatever it was that was roaming around inside of him seemed yet to grow in volume. Owen hurt from the light, from the puncturing and from whatever had decided to crawl up his ass. If he could have, he would have screamed but as it was, the strength to do so had left him. Only a faint whimpering left his mouth.

Whatever the thing that was intruding into his insides it seemed to have found what it was looking for as now it was insisting upon rhythmically prodding a specific area inside Owen. Even through the pain he could feel his penis growing until it reached its full size. Something warm and moist was pulled over it like a sleeve, not much different in texture and temperature to the insides of his girlfriend. The prodding in his ass intensified and he inadvertently thought of Olivia, his girlfriend, how he would tease her and touch her, how wet she was for him, how he needed her now, how he wanted to push inside of her and how she was swelling with his child. He was trying to pound into the soft warmth that engulfed him but he still could not move. The warmth was moved along his erect penis however, so it didn't matter. It was as if Olivia was pushing back against him, not able to get enough of him, but without her ass cheeks meeting his hips and he couldn't touch her either. The missing contact was what brought him back to his reality of him being restrained and something pounding inside his ass, not him inside Olivia. Even that realisation was not enough however to bring him back from the brink of the orgasm he was approaching. The prodding and pounding he got, focused on what must be his prostate, was intensive enough to push him over the edge. He shuddered as he released into a tube, held by one of the longer tentacles of the thing behind him.

He was too exhausted to do much except lie down where the things left him when he was no longer restrained. They did not do anything more to him and that was all he cared about at the moment. Blood rushed through his head and everything seemed to turn around and around him. He felt sick. His stomach cramped and a moment later he was emptying its contents onto the litter covered floor.

Through the chaos in his brain one thought came forward. These things wanted something from him, or they wanted something produced by his body – his sperm as far as he could tell by now. He thought dryly that the situation was somewhat comical. He was completely impotent when it came to his situation, he couldn't do anything about it, everything was controlled by the things that held him prisoner here for their own ends. They held him here for his potency, his capability of producing sperm. His impotence was directly connected to his potency. It was absurd. The world had turned mad. People were held in pens like animals and beings he had only ever imagined in his worst nightmares were poking and prodding his body.

He sighed and, still lying directly next to the puddle of sick, he fell asleep, completely drained.