Monster March Part 2/4 - Breeding Chamber (Patreon)

The nature of the human race is to consume. To grow. To develop. To learn. These things are often impossible without some amount of sacrifice.

There are extinct breeds of tickle monster. Hunted either through fear, curiosity, greed or malice. Humans feared them, couldn't understand them, and destroyed their habitats, leaving certain strains of tickle monsters and mimics to slowly vanish. The ecosystem is still vibrant, but like a one-winged butterfly, things can be vibrant and wounded.

Extinction doesn't necessarily mean all gone. It means the species cannot continue. Sometimes this means they've all perished; however it can mean that there is one specimen left, and as it is alone, it cannot reproduce to create more young. The institute wants to preserve these specimen, ensure that their DNA is kept in the vaults safely so that they can find a way to recreate the species and bring them back from extinction. Tests have been done regarding growing specimen in test tubes, fertilising lab-made artificial eggs, or even using the creature's DNA to clone them, mixed with small amounts of human and animal DNA for stability.

The tests have had mixed results. One interesting outcome, however, is that some tickle monsters seem to be compatible with humans. Their strand patterns show that if a specimen - say, a Titillatius Stratocirrus Majoris or Tendril-Carpet tickle monster - were to breed with a willing human volunteer, then there's a high chance that the human would be able to carry the creature's developing young before giving birth to the new generation, which would then be incubated until stable.

It's a perfect plan.

Time for the first tests.

The volunteer is Head Scientist Dr. Jill Mayhue. Having enthusiastically volunteered herself in the name of scientific advancement, Mayhue filed all the paperwork, took the necessary supplements and shots, then stripped down and locked herself into the breeding chamber. Her hands and head pinned in a set of holes in the wall, the Specimen Control Department instruct her to breathe regularly and keep her thighs apart as the Tendril-Carpet tickle monster is released into the chamber behind her.

Its fuzzy tentacles curiously wrap around her ankles and her knees tremble for a second. It seems spooked by the sudden shake; she steadies herself and gently, teasingly sways her hips, widening her stance to show off more of her pretty wet slit and soft, inviting lips. The tentacles approach again, spilling into the chamber and covering its floor in a soft blanket of purple fluff that tickles her soles as she stands, forcing her onto her tiptoes as the giggles begin to spill.

Tendrils wrap around her ankles again, now more firmly. She squeaks; the creature doesn't recoil. It seems to catch what's going on.

"Dr Mayhue, is everything alright?"

"I- ihihi- it's t- tickling my fe-ehehehe-eet!"

She's squirming now but it's enthusiastically exploring her restrained body, feathery fluff playing around her knees and thighs, creeping up to her sides as her muffled giggles echo through the wall of the chamber. It seems to feast on them and get even more bold, wrapping a tendril around her nipple, drawing a soft tittering moan. She's rocking her hips now. To escape the tickling at her thighs or to entice it, nobody's sure.

A feathery tendril begins to tickle at her armpit and it distracts her so much that the first thrust takes her off guard. A thick tentacle pushes into her hard, filling her up in an instant. How the fuck does it tickle on the inside?! Every time it pushes in further, fucking her with its tickly length, its fluff brushes her clit, her lips, drawing breathless laughs from her lips as she has an assistant push her glasses back onto her face.

"Still holding up, Jill?"

"H-haheheh! It's- it's f- fine! I'm juhu-st more ticklish than I th-hohoho-thought!"

Her voice raises an octave as the plumes tickle her sides, glide along her soles, lick at her thighs. One curiously begins to swirl and poke at the clean, tight little kiss of her ass, slowly prodding its way in as her squeal turns to a shriek and her laughter doubles with her thrashing. She's soaked now; it's fucking her harder and faster, determined, dominant, using the contractions of her laughter to milk itself into her waiting, ready womb. Her laughter raises in pitch, her thighs buckle and shake, the thrusting and tickling builds to a crescendo-

!

The respected scientist lets out a guttural moan as the creature unloads itself into her, waves of hot sticky white filling her as she falls slack and giggles deliriously. After a few more thrusts to empty the rest of its load, it retracts, slinking happily back into its pen as the chamber is opened and a jelly-legged Dr Mayhue is carefully lifted onto a gurney, wheeled to the observation ward and kept there, to be checked for signs of pregnancy in the following weeks.

"Alright, Jill's done. Who'd have thought the head of research would be such a tickle slut?"

"She's a repressed old lass, don't be mean. It'll do her good. Maybe she'll give us less paperwork now she's gotten laid. Who's next?"

"Deputy Head of Field Research Kayden Tracy. He's on leave anyway for a bad leg, so a couple months of paternity leave won't hurt."

"Alright. Let's set up a bench on the other side to support his injury, then lock him in and have the next beast fill him up. What's up next?"

"Uh... Titillatius Barbalacer Majoris. Big fluffy yeti-looking fucker with a mean temper. That one definitely won't be as shy as the last one."

"Oof. Rest in peace, Dr Tracy's holes."

"Yup. I'll call him in. Set up for the next experiment. And be careful, if it breaks out and decides to breed you instead, I'm not helping."