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Lost in Space

It was a retrieval job like any other. Some stupid bitch scientist decides she's not being paid enough and runs off with a fancy piece of hardware she figures she can sell on the black market. Then the megacorp she works for puts out a nice fat bounty on her cute ass. Fifty thousand credits to bring her in alive, along with the specimen she stole.

That's when men like me come in. Travis Hutch, bounty hunter. And this time I've got the inside track. Bribed a dock worker back on Kalypso station to forward me the shipping manifests for the last couple weeks. Took a bit of scrubbing, but I found the warp-signature for the shuttle she stole. Then a neat little virus I programmed wipes the data clean. Just to make sure no-one else can steal my prize.

My target's warped off into the Uncharted regions. Fuck knows why. Nothing there but asteroids and space dust. She's probably trying to hide for a couple months until the heat goes down. I've got a picture of her up on my screen as I make my pursuit, just to keep my mind focused. Quite the piece of ass, for an egghead. Doctor Klara Dunn, thirty-five years old. Nice red hair, freckles and green eyes, but her body's what's got me really interested. Even wearing that ugly white lab-coat, she can't quite hide how fat and perky her tits are.

I figure when I've got her stowed away in one of the cells out back I'll pay her a couple visits on the trip back to civilisation, just to make sure she's nice and comfortable. These cunts are all the same. We'll talk a bit, I'll hint that maybe I can be persuaded to let her go, and she'll offer me anything and everything just for a chance. Don't particularly like forcing a girl, but I'll still spend the trip home pounding her in every hole. Her old boss'll probably mind-wipe her when she's back in his hands, so I might as well get some enjoyment out of her while there's still something left behind her eyes.

Seems like the trails runs cold around that large asteroid. I bet she thought she was so sneaky hiding out here in the middle of nowhere. No-one hides from Travis Hutch for long though. Fuck, I'm glad I took this job. The payday's going to put on easy street for a while, even let me pay off those nasty gambling debts.

And there it is, a stardock, hidden on the far side, with the good Doctor's shuttle still parked in one of the bays. The stealth feature on my boat should let me sneak up nice and unnoticed. Wonder who built this place way out here, and how Klara knew it was where she could hide. Not my problem, I guess. I can always ask the doc once I've got her on the other side of my gun.

I pull on a spacesuit, just in case she's dumb enough to vent the atmo, then head off to the docking bay. On the way, I make sure to grab a few useful tools of the trade. Stun-gun of course, good for putting down a lifeform from twenty paces, plus a couple electro-restraints I can't wait to get wrapped around the doctor's hot bod. After a moment's thought, I grab my big, old plasma hand-cannon too. Bounty wanted her alive, but I figure the ugly thing's good for intimidation. Plus, it'll rip a hole through a blast shield if she decides she's going to try and hide from me.

As I wait for my boat to dock, I take the time to check what it is the doc stole. Don't want any nasty surprises if it's some experimental weapon. The bounty says its a medical implant. Sounds like the kind of stuff that's going to make the suits a hell of a lot of cash. No wonder they're so desperate to get it back. I can probably squeeze another couple grand on top of the reward if I'm careful.

When my boat's docking hatch opens, I make my way into this hidden asteroid base. My first impressions aren't promising. The power's out, and my suit's telling me we're low on oxygen in here too. I use night-vision to navigate. Fuck, I hope the Doctor hasn't gone and killed herself. I'll still get paid of course, but nowhere near as much as if I can take her alive.

These places are all built the same way, prefab, and I soon find a long corridor leading deeper into the asteroid. There's power here, but it's on the fritz. The lights keep flickering on and off. I had to turn off my night-vision to stop myself being blinded every few seconds. This is starting to feel like one of them old horror movies. If I didn't know I was just hunting some brainy bitch who's likely never touched a gun in her entire life I might be getting nervous.

There, my suit sensor's picked up a life-form, all the way at the end of the corridor. Don't know why it took so long for the piece of crap to work, but that's what you get when everything you own is about ten years out of date. Soon as I get paid, I'm going to upgrade. Should make the next few jobs easier.

I find a door, not locked. Dumb bitch is making it too easy. I stand to one side and ease it open, then lean in to get a look. The doc's there, with her back to me. She's bent over a desk, wearing her ratty lab-coat and scrawling away at a data-slate. Something's off though. Thought she was supposed to have red hair, so why is it silver? I can worry about that later. For now, I raise my stun-gun, line it up with her back and pull the trigger.

Somehow she turns just as I fire the damned thing. Her hand's up, and she catches the prongs mid-air. They're sparking away, discharging a few thousand volts into her palm, but the bitch doesn't even flinch. Then I realise I've just fucked up big-time.

She's Klara Dunn, for sure, but everything's wrong. She's naked under that tatty lab-coat, and this isn't the nice kind of surprise. There's lights swimming under her skin, all over her body. All these weird patterns, geometric lines and shapes like something out of a maths textbook. Her eyes are all screwed up too. They're grey instead of green, and there's no pupils. It's like staring into a blank hole, like there's nothing behind them at all.

Bitch takes a step forward and I draw my hand-cannon. I'm way past trying to talk my way out of this so I just pull the trigger and unload on her. My pistol's not the gentle kind of lady. I've done a few special modifications, the kind that most honest folk consider way beyond the pale. The bolts of plasma she fires will punch a hole in the hull of a battleship and rip through most body armour like it's made of paper.

Klara tanks five of them without taking a scratch. Her skin's not even scorched. I figure that it's time to get the fuck out of here and turn to run. Second big mistake, or third if you count taking this job in the first place. She's on me in an instant, slamming into my back with the force of a fucking truck. I'm on the ground before I can blink.

I feel something press on my back and freeze. She's cutting through my space-suit, tearing away the layers of kevlar like they're nothing. It's only when she's broken through and I feel her palms on my skin that I realise she's done it bare-handed. She's touching me now, her fingers digging under my suit to find more of my vulnerable flesh. I swallow hard, and brace for the end.

\"Male.\" She whispers. Even her voice is fucked-up. It sounds all distorted and electronic. \"Presence of Y-gametes detected. Possible subject for extraction of genetic material acquired.\" I don't what that means, but I figure it's bad news for me. I start struggling, trying to get her off my back, but it's like trying to lift a truck. Just as my muscles give way she rises off me and grabs my leg, hard.

I'm being dragged away down the corridor like a fucking rag doll. I scrabble for something, anything to grab but the floor's all smooth metal. Even my pistol's left behind, useless piece of shit that it is. She pulls me through another doorway and I make a grab for the walls. Manage to catch them too, but one hard yank on my leg tears me free. The bitch is so fucking strong.

I'm dragged off the floor and suddenly she's holding me up by the leg. While I'm dangling there she gets to work on my space-suit. Her free hand shreds through it, tearing off chunks and tossing them away. I struggle hard, even get in a few good punches round her hips and belly, but it's like hitting a wall. I'm doing more damage to my own fucking knuckles.

Soon I feel a cold chill round my cock and balls. Not good news when you're being held helpless by a psychotic bitch who's strong enough to rip through flesh.

\"Reproductive organs intact and functional.\" She murmurs, in that same messed-up voice. \"Beginning oral stimulation in preparation for extraction of genetic material.\" I crane my neck to try and see what the bitch is doing. She's leaning forward towards my crotch, and her whole face lights up like a fucking firecracker. I scream in terror when she opens her mouth, but the crazy bitch doesn't bite. Instead she wraps her lips round the head of my cock and starts sucking away. I'm so fucking confused at this point, and still terrified. Fuck if it doesn't feel amazing. She does this thing with her tongue that I've never felt before. It seems to wrap all the way round my glans and vibrate against my skin. I'm just starting to get hard when I realise no human tongue could ever move that way. That reminds me where the fuck I am and I feel my erection wilt. \"Male not responding correctly to oral stimulation. Query, why?\" She shakes me harder, and I feel all the blood rush to my head. \"Analysis of male suggests heightened heart rate and widespread activation of sympathetic ganglia. Fight or flight response likely. Synthesising depressive compound to counteract, along with mild paralytic to ensure male's compliance.\"

\"Fuck you!\" I snap. In response, or maybe not, she yanks my space suit off my buttocks, exposing them too. I feel a sharp prick in the centre of one cheek. A needle. The bitch just injected me with something! Whatever it is, it acts damned fast. My frantic terror ebbs away, and suddenly I feel kind of like I'm floating. Her mouth's back on my cock before I can even blink.

This time there's no hope of resisting. She's trying even harder, taking my whole shaft down her throat until she's balls deep. Now her tongue's wrapping round the length of my cock and tickling at the skin of my sack. How the fuck has she managed that? I find myself staring limply between her thighs. She's still got a pussy, perfectly smooth and hairless. It looks so good, all fat and plump just the way I like them. Fuck I want to taste her. My cock's already agonisingly hard, and the bitch keeps going, her tongue vibrating away. Just as I feel like I'm about to cum she pulls away and I moan in discomfort at how bad my boys are aching. Never had blue balls this painful before.

\"Male reproductive organs now prepared for ejaculation of genetic material. Query, will simulation of mating customs found in female host's synaptic memory lead to more efficient extraction?\" She murmurs softly. I'm held even higher, and then the crazy bitch grabs me round the shoulders with her other hand. She pulls me against her chest, right up in front of her fucked-up face. Her eyes are glowing too now, and I swear I see odd symbols flickering away under her skin. If it weren't for that drug turning everything all floaty I'd be gibbering in terror right now. As it stands, this all feels kind of distant, like I'm watching it happen to someone else. And I'm still harder than I've ever been in my life.

Klara carries me over to the corner of the room like I weigh nothing. There's a bed here, just a simple prefab job, small and uncomfortable. It's been slept in, judging by the mussed up covers. Does this crazy bitch even sleep? She lays me down on top, slowly and gently. A distant part of me's screaming to struggle and run, but I can barely even muster the energy to twitch my arms. Klara gets to work on the rest of my space-suit, tearing it off my head and body. I'm left there lying naked and helpless. I watch in dumb silence as the doctor shrugs out of her lab-coat, letting it drop to the floor.

Fuck, she's hot. Whatever she's done to herself it didn't do her body any harm. I swear her tits are even bigger and tighter than her photo and she looks about ten years younger than she should. At this point I barely even notice the lights dancing away under her skin. Even her fucked-up eyes are starting to look kind of sexy.

\"Male, we will now engage in sexual intercourse.\" The bitch purrs, her voice leaping up and down several octaves. \"Lie back and prepare for extraction of genetic material.\" She's straddling me now, lining up her cunt with my raging erection. There's stuff drooling from between her plump labia, dribbling all over my cock. It's thick and white, and tingles against the skin of my shaft. I'd be horrified if all the blood in my body weren't currently occupying my dick.

My hips buck up to meet her. My cock sinks into her with no resistance, all the way to the hilt. I groan, utterly entranced by the feeling of her wrapped round my shaft. She's tight, tighter than any other bitch I've fucked. Even better I can feel her milking me, muscles wriggling and twitching with a perfect rhythm that feels just so fucking good. She rises up and thrusts down, her thighs quivering. Over and over, her fat tits bouncing in my face. I wish my fucking hands would move so I could grab them.

\"Oh yes, male.\" She coos, her cunt milking away. \"Oh yes. Query, is simulation of mating customs effective?\"

\"Fuck yeah.\" I answer her, still drugged out of my mind. I feel like I'm going insane with pleasure. No man could hold out against this kind of assault for long, and soon I feel the white-hot crackles and heat rushing up my shaft. I shoot what feels like my entire year's worth of cum up into her waiting cunt. Her muscles wring me dry, dragging out every drop. It feels good, right up until I hit the point where my suddenly sensitive dickhead starts screaming at me to make her stop. I twitch in discomfort, biting on my lip.

\"Analysing.\" She stares down at me, her face blank. I want to scream at her to get the fuck off me already but not even my voice is working anymore. \"Genetic material acquired. Sampling. Error. Insufficient quantity. Further extraction required.\" She starts moving again, and I moan in frustration. This is agony. I'm good to go for a couple rounds usually but not right after like this. It feels like she's rubbing sandpaper on my dickhead. \"Oh yes, male.\" She starts that shit again. \"We are engaging in sexual intercourse. Engage harder.\"

I can't fight biology. My cock starts stiffening up again inside her and within seconds it's harder than I've ever been before. She's just too good at this. It's like every fucking part of her is designed to drag out every drop of jizz I have. I cum again in just seconds, my balls drawing tight.

\"Fuck.\" I bite down hard on my lip, tasting blood. This is hardly even pleasure anymore. There's no release, no satisfaction. It happens too fast and before I can even absorb the orgasm she's already trying to yank another one out of me.

\"Analysing.\" She repeats, patterns dancing over the skin of her chest. A spiral of light forms around both her stiff nipples, spinning away in a manner I find strangely soothing. \"Error, insufficient genetic material acquired.\"

\"No!\" I scream in frustration as she starts moving again.

\"Query. Will digital stimulation of prostate gland induce more effective function of male reproductive tract?\" She purrs above me. I frown faintly, sweat on my brow. That doesn't sound good. She holds a single finger up to her lips and starts suckling it like a cock. Normally I'd find that sexy as fuck, but the way she does it is just so strange. Her head's cocked to one side, those crazy eyes of hers spinning round and round in their sockets. I see her tongue flicker free of her lips and it's thin and silver and way too long. \"Beginning stimulation.\" Klara hisses.

\"Don't!\" I manage to yelp when I feel her finger press on my ass. Bitch doesn't even seem to hear me. She thrusts home and my eyes bulge. I'm not the kind of guy who does this, but suddenly I realise why so many do. It feels amazing. Or maybe that's something to do with how her fucking finger vibrates inside me. My cock somehow goes even harder inside her throbbing cunt. It's agony and it feels better than anything I've ever felt before. My head's spinning. I can hardly think. My whole brain's utterly fixated on the way her muscles squeeze at my aching shaft.

\"Oh yes male.\" She sighs, bouncing up and down on my cock with her finger still buried to the hilt in my ass. \"Give me your genetic material. It is required. Your reproductive organs are of high quality and visually appealing.\" I'm going crazy, lying on this ratty bed buried in some hellhole asteroid. I feel the orgasm coming. It's going to be a big one, but my balls have hardly anything left to give. They throb agonisingly and I shudder, my hips thrusting to meet her downward drop. I'm buried to the hilt as heat sears up my shaft.

She lets out a strange moaning noise, like static mixed with a woman's sighs of pleasure. Her torso starts glowing, white, blinding light filling my vision. Then she collapses, falling forward over my limp body. I gasp in shock when I realise she's still, her eyes closed. All those crazy lights have winked out too. It looks like she's unconscious.

I'm so stunned and drained I don't even move for a good few minutes. That fucking drug is still dulling everything. Then I finally manage to make my arm move. I try to lift her off me. She's as light as a woman her age should be. All that strength and she doesn't seem any heavier. As I struggle to sit up, her eyes flutter open again. Something's different though. They're still all grey and weird, but there's something human now in how they open wider to stare at me.

\"No.\" She breathes, and the horror in her voice makes me pause.

\"Get the fuck off me, bitch\" I snarl, shoving her to one side. She tumbles off the bed, landing in a heap. I don't know what the Hell is happening, but I need to get out of here before she starts fucking me again. I'm struggling to get off the bed, but my whole lower body feels numb. My cock is aching and limp and my balls feel like they've been crushed.

\"Wait!\" Klara screams. \"You have to wait.\"

\"Fuck.\" I spit in frustration. My legs are [twitching limply underneath me. The bitch has fucked all the strength out of me, or else it was just that drug going the work for her. \"Guess I'm not going anywhere.\" I growl, glaring down at the cunt who did this to me. I can barely even muster the energy to be angry at her. She stumbles to her feet, still naked and gorgeous.

\"I fucked you, didn't I?\" Klara asks, gazing at my naked body with disgust.

\"Yeah, pretty much.\" I frown, joining the dots in my mind. \"I take it you're the real Klara Dunn, and that thing wasn't.\" I'm still way calmer than I should be. That fucking drug.

\"It was me, and it wasn't.\" The doctor sighs. She doesn't seem to care that she's not wearing a stitch, or that there's some of my cum and her odd fluids dribbling down her naked thighs. \"The parasite can only work on a cellular level, but it's incredibly adaptive. It mimics patterns it finds in my brain, changing my behaviour to get what it wants. In this case, your semen.\" I watch in stunned silence as she staggers over to the table. She reaches over it, grabs something and then I find myself staring down the barrel of a gun.

\"What the fuck are you doing?\" I snarl, stiffening against the bed.

\"How did you find me?\" She asks. The pistol's totally steady in her hand.

\"I tracked your shuttle's warp signature using shipping manifests.\"

\"Shit. Didn't even think of that. Could someone else do it?\"

\"Yeah. Easy enough.\" The last thing I want to admit is that no-one's coming after me.

\"You're lying, dumb fuck.\" She snaps.

\"Easy there.\" I raise my one good hand feebly. \"Okay, I wiped the data afterwards.\"

\"Good.\" She nods. \"Smart move. Now I just destroy your ship and we're both stranded here.\"

\"What the fuck?\" I struggle to rise. My boat! She leaves me wriggling on the bed and goes for the door. Rage and frustration give me the strength to swing my legs off the bed but they collapse underneath me when I try to rise. She's already out in the corridor, and I hear her bare feet pounding away. What the Hell is she doing? I lie there twitching like an idiot for a few helpless minutes. There's a distant booming noise that makes my heart break. She actually did it! The fucking bitch! That boat was my life!

A couple minutes later Klara returns. I'm frothing mad even through the haze of drugs, but not even the rage of seeing my whole livelihood flushed down the toilet can give me the strength to move. She stands by the door, gazing down at me with an expression I can't read.

\"Why the fuck did you do it?\" I snarl through clenched teeth.

\"So this thing can't ever escape here.\" She sighs, raising a hand in front of her face. Her fingers are glowing faintly. \"It's alien, you see. We never figured out how to replicate it properly, and I destroyed all the other infected samples when I escaped. My own shuttle's out of fuel and the engines are fried. It doesn't have the ability to repair our technology. This way no-one else has to suffer because of my mistakes, except me, and now you, I guess.\" I groan in despair. Fucking cunt! I never should have taken this job. With that, my anger ebbs away, and all I can do is lay here limply. The haze of the drug returns with a vengeance. I can't even worry about the fact that I'm trapped on a barren asteroid with this psycho cunt. There's just one burning question left, I suppose.

\"Why did it fuck me?\" I ask, lying back against the cold metal floor. My cock twitches rebelliously at the memory.

\"I don't know.\" Klara sighs. \"It can't infect males directly. We never figured out why it was so fixated on semen. I think it's experimenting, trying to create a new form of parasite from my ovaries that will let it fulfil its function. I can't let it do that, so I'm going to give you a choice. Either I castrate you, or kill you.\"

\"What?\" I splutter. This psycho bitch has already taken everything from me and now she wants my balls too. She raises the gun, pointing it at my head.

\"I'm not letting this thing get out of here.\" She snaps. \"You don't know what it's like, to have it inside you, controlling everything. It wants others, more hosts. We ran the simulations. If it reaches an inhabited world it could convert the entire female population in a matter of weeks. It won't let me die, so I'm just going to have to stay here until it gives up or shuts down. It's obviously trying to escape by mating with you. If you don't produce sperm anymore, then it can't. I promised myself I wouldn't kill again, but if you can't live without your testicles, then I'll make an exception.\"

\"You psycho bitch!\" I scream, thrashing on the floor.

\"If you don't decide in five seconds, I'm just going to plug you.\" She snarls, and suddenly I notice a frantic edge to her voice, a hint of underlying static that makes my skin crawl. \"It won't stay dormant long.\"

\"Fine, my balls!\" I make the only choice I can.

\"Smart man.\" She lowers the gun. \"I was a surgeon, I can make this painless.\" I watch in horror as the cunt finds a heat scalpel on her desk. The thought of that thing burning away my precious balls makes me almost vomit. \"The company will be nice, I guess, when it's dormant again and you've calmed down.\" She leans over me, activating the blade. The metal edge goes white-hot in a second. I can only twitch my legs, and I'm calm enough to know I should be still. If her hand slips she could do far worse. \"I admit I find this satisfying.\" She purrs. \"When that thing comes back it's going to be so pissed off.\" Her hand twitches closer and I close my eyes, biting hard on my lip.

Moments pass, with me convinced that at any point I'm about to lose my manhood. I feel nothing. Damn, either she's as good as she says or else...my eyes flutter open and I realise the stupid cunt's taken too long. The thing staring at me now doesn't even have a trace of Klara Dunn on her pretty face, or anything human for that matter. She's still holding the heat scalpel just inches from my sack, but her hand is still. Those lights are back too, swirling up and down her neck in long, snake-like patterns. She's gazing longingly at my dick, with her head cocked to one side.

\"You going to fuck me again?\" I ask the obvious question.

\"Error.\" She stands up. \"Danger of loss of valuable source of genetic material due to aberrant activity of female host. This cannot be permitted.\" I watch in horror as she rips the heat scalpel apart with bare hands, tossing the fragments on the ground. Klara's pistol is next to go, disassembled in seconds. She turns on me, her eyes glowing bright white. Crazy bitch squats down beside me and reaches down to my sack with a hand. I feel a flood of panic even through the drug as she grabs me there, terrified Klara's somehow taken control again and is about to crush my boys. She's just cupping them though, rubbing them between her fingers. It doesn't hurt, but it still feels damn weird. \"Source of Y-gametes of critical importance, require additional protection from female host.\" She murmurs to herself.

Her leg slips over me and suddenly she's sitting on my chest, her perfect ass right in front of my face. Fuck, she's so hot. I'm hypnotised just watching those two perfect cheeks quiver in front of me. Then I see her bend over, ducking her head around my slowly stiffening cock. Her mouth opens really fucking wide and somehow she just inhales both my balls. It's the weirdest thing I've ever felt. Her impossibly long tongue's fluttering over them, painting every fold of skin. It feels damn good, and soon even my aching cock has managed to rise to the occasion.

At last she lets my balls go with a wet popping sound. I groan softly, my hips pumping. Then she slips off me again and I glance between my legs. My sack's still there, but it's covered in a dull layer of what looks like metal. Doesn't feel any different, but it's still fucked up beyond belief.

\"What the fuck did you do to me?\" I splutter, that fucking drug again robbing me of the utter hatred I should be feeling.

\"Male.\" She stares at me, that same blank look on her face. I'm still shocked she actually seems to be answering me. \"Inform female host during next period of dormancy that source of Y-gametes is now protected. A layer of modified host cells has been deposited over male reproductive organs. They will endure while host is in control and be reapplied when host is not. Inform female host that they will preserve source of Y-gametes even in case of Male's expiration. That outcome is sub-optimal but will not result in significant loss of genetic material. There is no purpose in host attempting to harm Male again.\" I twitch feebly. If I understood the cunt right she's made it so my balls will live on even after I'm dead. Delightful. \"Does male understand?\" She cocks her head. The first question the crazy bitch has asked me.

\"Yeah.\" I nod, like I'm having a real conversation, with an alien parasite.

\"Outcome is optimal to male too. Ensures survival and proper reproductive function.\" I swear the bitch smiles at me, or tries to. She's just like a real human being, fucking creepy cunt. \"Male reproductive organ is active again.\" She pokes my stiff cock with a finger, making me twitch and wince. \"Harvest of genetic material can resume.\"

\"Fuck\" It's all I can say, pretty much. The thing slips her leg back over me and squats down, getting ready to ride me reverse-cowgirl. I stare up at the ceiling, pretty sure I've gone insane already. Then she ducks down, my cock sliding inside her. Again that milking starts, waves of tightness travelling up and down my shaft. I groan at the insane pleasure of it. My gaze darts down to her big perfect ass. She's bouncing it up and down and wiggling her hips, almost like she's trying to put on a show for me. Fuck, maybe she is. The bitch seems way smarter than you'd think a parasite could be. But then, what the fuck do I know about anything. I got myself into this mess.

\"Male is good.\" She purrs to herself, still sliding that impossibly tight cunt up and down on my dick. \"Reproductive organ is of satisfactory size. Good source of genetic material.\"

\"Thank you.\" I breathe, watching her perfect ass bounce. She turns her head, staring down at me over her shoulder with those blank, grey eyes.

\"Male will be kept healthy, fed and protected from expiration.\" She coos and I can swear I almost see affection in that dull gaze. \"Harvest of genetic material will continue indefinitely.\"

I start laughing. It's all I can do. Then she sinks down to the base of my cock and I cum again into her sopping wet cunt.

The End

Author's Note: Had the vague idea for this story a while ago. Originally the alien was going to be a separate character to Doctor Dunn, but with similar appetites for our unfortunate bounty hunter and her acting as more of a parental figure trying desperately to control it. Then I realised the potential for erotic horror in the idea of a creature taking her over and using her to harvest him.

It turned out a lot more disturbing than I thought it would.

Anyway, I usually write in third person so this was also an experiment in trying something new and testing myself a little. Let me know if you think it works! It was just intended to be a short story, but like always I do feel tempted to continue writing about Travis' crazy adventures with the sperm-harvesting parasite. Depending on the response it gets I might try another short part or two later.

Rishi

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