Replay

The law of the multiverse states that in order for anything to happen, everything must happen.



In this universe, when the first rattle of gunfire startled the alien from its rape, it seized Liz and fled through the rubble at the back of the cave without hesitation, leaving its brothers to fight as it dragged her deep into the mountain. The hope that had flared when she heard human voices for the first time in months quickly died as the sounds of gunfire faded, screams and hisses mingling into a faint trickle of sound as the crested male bounded away from the bloodshed.

Only when the only sounds were the trickling of water and the creak of stone did it halt, dropping its pet and looking back the way it had come, hissing with fear and hatred as Liz started to cry underneath it in utter despair. She was still crying when it mounted her again with a snarl and fucked her until she screamed as she hadn’t since its first rape of her, in what seemed now like the start of her life.

Only when its cock throbbed inside her, filling her womb with its burning seed, did it pull out and grab her again, dragging her deeper into the mountain’s core.


Behind them, the squad finally managed to kill the second of the brothers, after fifty percent losses and almost a hundred percent serious injury. Those still able to stand radioed back to base, reporting their success in killing off the dangerous brood.

Eventually the alien found a cave that apparently suited it, a large one of limestone polished by untold millennia of flowing water, with a honeycomb of smaller chambers and exits leading away from it, the walls stained with luminous mosses and the dung of the cave-dwelling beetles and made their home in the rocks. Several small pools with the planet’s common lichen around the edge had formed from the dripping water, and it was by one of these that the alien dumped Liz before disappearing into one of the smaller side caves.

Liz lay for a length of time she couldn’t even begin to guess at, before gathering the strength to roll over and crawl to the water’s edge and scoop up water. As she did she saw her reflection, but quickly looked away; the red-eyed, grimy scarecrow she saw was only a physical representation of her pain, which she needed no reminding of. After a longer while, she also forced herself to eat some of the edible lichens around the edge.

Soon after she had finished eating the alien returned and pinned her down by the pool as it had before, forcing its swollen organ inside her and rutting quickly before it returned to the side cave. She didn’t move from where it had left her, staring blankly up until it returned, after a long enough period of time for her stomach to have grown hollow and painful again.

Liz lay still, her caring gone. Let it rape her. Let it do whatever it wanted to her. She was going to die here, in this dank, gloomy cave of mould and blind white insects. She was past worrying how this might happen, or what she would go through on her way there.

The alien didn’t mount her immediately, instead dragging her into the side cave, now glistening with the same amber resin as the last. The chamber – now a nest – was as big as a fair-sized ship’s bridge, but buried beneath honey-coloured silk. Only when she was at the centre did the alien’s genital slit peel apart again, its cock dripping fluid as it emerged and stiffened before being driven deep into her womb, fucking her in a familiar, punishing rhythm.

For a while, that was all.


When the scientists informed of the aliens’ extermination were told of the number, they protested and said one must have been missed. For a while search parties were sent out, no more colonisation groups were permitted to leave, and guards were stationed at the perimeter of every settlement.

After a month of no sightings or deaths, security was relaxed. The army assumed the third alien must have either died a-borning, or been killed while still young. Surely it couldn’t have remained out of sight for so long?

Life resumed as normal, for the colonists – and others.

Liz lay uncomfortably on her back, her belly cramping in increasing pain as it had for the last hour. Since the time the alien had raped her in the new nest, it hadn’t touched her other than to lick her belly occasionally and croon, or curl around her to sleep. Her worries about that had been confirmed by the notable swelling of her stomach, even more than before. Now she gasped and moaned as muscles clenched and unclenched, the alien hovering over her and hissing urgently with each movement. Its latest kill – a reptilian animal from a recent venture outside – lay behind it, still oozing blood.

A particularly powerful contraction made her cry out, liquid leaking from her vagina to stain the inside of her thighs and ass cheeks. The alien’s hissing turned to a croon, higher pitched than normal, and as she shrieked again in pain it arched its head back and hooted out an odd, warbling call, rattling near the end like a rusty engine.

Suddenly Liz felt something squirming down her channel, horribly like the alien’s cock but in reverse. She spasmed again, heels thumping the floor, as it slithered out and fell onto the soft, amber silk of the nest. She heard a high-pitched squall before the alien hooted again, then a tearing sound as its offspring came into view.

Her first feverish thought was of a colourless snake, but closer inspection showed tiny clawed arms and a tail whose soft blade resembled its sire’s, as well as the distinctive head common to its kind. Attracted by the smell of blood, it soon skirted its father and fell upon the corpse in the corner, tearing at it with sharp, needle-like teeth.

Liz whimpered in terror, then in pain as the second of the crested male’s spawn started to enter the world, the wriggling, pallid infant identical to its brother. Soon there were seven different newborns gathered around the reptile’s carcass, and Liz lay exhausted in a pool of blood and birthing juices, her vagina and stomach burning and her mind numb with horror.

The alien fussed over his brood before leaving, presumably to get more food, and Liz was left alone with the creatures she had helped bring into the world.


The seven new aliens had shed their first skins in a matter of hours; by the end of the day they were almost the size of the crested male’s former brothers, although with smaller spines and tail blades. She avoided them when she could, and after a few affectionate nuzzlings they seemed to comply with her wishes, following their sire out to hunt while she stayed in the nest or grubbed lichens and mushrooms in the larger main cave. After their first hunt they also stood at a distance and watched as the crested male mounted their mother; the rasp of the alien’s engorged cock along irritated tissue produced not a little blood afterwards, and the sting of its seed on torn flesh made her sob in pain as it fucked her. It stayed buried inside her long after its first release, cock twitching and pulsing out new spurts every so often as it shifted and growled.

The old pattern emerged, the smaller brood leaving to hunt while their sire stayed inside the nest and continued raping Liz, flooding her womb with its seed as often as it could. The rapes were brutal, and almost constant, and soon she grew almost accustomed to the feel of its cock pounding into her, filling her; feeling nearly bereft when her belly started swelling again and it resumed its watch over her as it had before.

The next birthing brought six more aliens into the young hive. The one after that brought nine.


Nearly a year after the would-be rescue, Liz was lying in her accustomed place in the birthing chamber when change came again. It had been a week since her last brood, a clutch of eight, and therefore the crested male’s sexual appetite was at its height. She felt its cock thrust inside her, a surge of burning wetness spilling out into her womb just before the hive erupted into excited screeching – mixed with the terrified cries of a human woman.

The alien pulled out sharply and bounded out of the chamber, hissing with displeasure as Liz quietly crawled out after it. In the central cave, now littered with old bones and the occasional webbing of amber silk, one of the larger males was crouched protectively over a small, huddled figure dressed in a tattered smock, as its siblings hissed and shrieked around it. Its genital slit was open, its distended organ probing the air as reared up and squealed before seizing the whimpering woman beneath it and mounting her, cock searching and finding an opening before it rammed itself inside with one powerful thrust.

Liz watched dispassionately as the woman screamed in pain, pinned in place as the alien started pounding into her ass, blood streaking its cock and her buttocks. She would learn the proper position to take when it wanted to fuck her; pain was a good teacher.

The crested male interrupted the rape with a roar of displeasure, making its offspring scatter and the rutting alien pull out of its victim to defend itself. The first blow knocked it backwards, but it recovered quickly and dragged the woman out of reach of its sire, hissing in defiance. As the alien charged forward again it fled, carrying the struggling woman with it as it raced out of the cave and into the network of tunnels outside.

The alien, surprisingly, didn’t chase after it; after a few roars and displaying at the edge of the cave it started to make its way back to the chamber. Liz hurriedly returned to her former position, legs spread wide as it entered the nest and mounted her again, hissing as it buried itself inside her and resumed its fucking. Between the jerks of her body caused by its hammering cock, she wondered idly if the offspring that had left today would succeed in building a new hive for itself as its sire had.


Years passed with nothing much happening.

Liz birthed more clutches, all male. Soon the hive was filled with her and the crested alien’s offspring, although no others brought back any more humans, live or otherwise. They were mostly saved from detection by luck; the mountains had no valuable resources, and the land nearby was poor compared to the rich ones further south and east.

Searches were conducted for the missing person Rebecca Johnson, along with her partners Tony Hamilton and Robert “Bert” Campbell. The trio had gone on a hike into the mountains to research for their degree in zoology, and never returned. No bodies were ever found, and eventually they were presumed dead due to accident or wild animals.

A few whispered that the old threat of the aliens might not be so old at all, but they were ignored or scorned with no evidence to back up their claims. Nevertheless the stories continued, told around campfires and in the corners of bars, and few people left the safety of the towns and villages after dark.

The male that had been responsible for Rebecca’s disappearance went on the found a new hive a fair distance from his home one. Unlike Liz she never got used to the violent fuckings from her captor, and three years later was killed during an escape attempt. Without a queen, the hive soon disintegrated.

The original hive continued, until almost ten years to the day after Liz has first been captured. Weakened by the constant birthing and rutting, she caught an infection soon after becoming pregnant again and had no strength left to fight it off. She succumbed four weeks later to sepsis, miscarrying the lone embryo in her womb as she died. It would have been a queen.

The crested male almost seemed to mourn her death, but soon his duty to the hive took over and he went out into the world again to hunt.


Hannah Addison was starting to think that their trip out into the woods hadn’t been such a good idea, but Steven had dared her to come out here with him and she was determined not to show how creeped out she was by the shadows and weird twilight noises. The two stumbled into a likely looking spot and spread out the blanket on a bed of dried ferns, before Steven gently helped her undress and guided her down, crawling on top of her as she shivered in the cool air. The slide of his cock into her body was exquisite, and didn’t hurt anything like her friends had said it would. Soon she was rocking against him, encouraging him with sharp little moans and gasps.

As he started to peak she heard a sound nearby, and faltered as he climaxed.

“Did you hear something?”

The only reply was the hiss of the wind in the treetops above them.