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Filename: wendri15.txt
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story_codes: Creature/g(8) young girl, first, tentacles, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Taryn is blind and aboard the stark conditions of a ship-colony, she requires too much support and cannot work in return. So the little girl is marooned on an island to die in the elements. Also in that desolate place is a creature forced from his hive where he had once been the alpha male. When he finds the child, he treats her carefully as she is on the only one of her kind here. And Taryn now has someone to care for her while she becomes a breeder.


story_language: English





Wendria: Story 15 - Exiles

Written by madvlad


	He supposed that his lack of will to strike at the rocks was progress. Progress toward what, he couldn't tell. Toward acceptance? Death?

	Relaxing, he stretched his tentacles to their full, remarkable length. That felt good. Inside the hive caverns, it was not always possible. This was especially true in light of how quickly the hive had grown in the past two centuries - centuries being a measurement of time for the breeding stock. 

	Before their arrival, reproduction had been a slow, gradual process that barely allowed the net growth of the population. Populations decreased, of course, during war with their counterparts in the Northern Hemisphere. The wars had largely ceased since the arrival and he knew how the Southern hives used the breeding stock to grown their numbers. The Northern Hives did so as well but in very controlled circumstances.

	He had thought that foolish but in more recent years had come to see the wisdom of it. His kind had quickly enslaved those interlopers from the stars - at least those they hadn't slain. The females, particularly the ones in adolescence and younger whose bodies hadn't yet fully matured, were ideal receptacles for rapid breeding.

	But the breeding stock had been dwindling due to poor nutrition and overuse. When their breeding for the hive was done, the females were expected to produce offspring with the males of their kind to maintain the stock of breeders. 

	Another concern was that the interlopers - humans - were becoming aware of the hives' presence. His hive had just recently lost a gravid young breeder - the sole survivor of a group of explorers. But then she had been taken away by another human, also of good breeding age, in one of the human flying machines. Yes, humans could make machines to do many things. The large machines that brought them here had been easy to breach but he knew that humans could make killing weapons if needed.

	He thought that the theft of their young cow would bring his point home to the younger males itching in their impatience but the opposite was true. The challenge was sent - he was a coward and his cowardice was hampering the expansion of the hive. The male who made this charge - barely more than a youth at the age of one hundred and ninety - had the audacity to accuse him of letting the little breeder escape. 

	He went after the challenger and found him a physically intimidating specimen. But he, the alpha, had experience and was incrementally winning the fight before the challenger's cohorts joined in. It was not the way this was supposed to be done but now he found himself banished from the tribe (even in their superior numbers, they could not kill him outright, he recalled with wounded pride), sealed off by boulders jammed into the tunnels.

	He gave his species' equivalent of a sigh. Replaying the past would do him no good. But there was little else he could do. Out from the tunnel below, he was on an island and had nowhere to go. Remaining in the network of caves, he thought how this would make a good place to settle a hive. 

	Suddenly, he refocused with the need to defend himself. The tip of one of his sensory appendages detected something. Was it a fight or...perhaps an opportunity?

	"Eighty-six to three," the chief-captain tonelessly announced after the quartermaster finished his tally of the stones. "She will be left to the elements."

	Estelle spat on the deck and made a sign to the ocean water in contrition to the evil thoughts she was considering. But acting upon those thoughts would do no good. The colony had spoken. Her niece - her dead sister's only child - would be left ashore and left to die unless some miracle occurred. 

	It wasn't Taryn's fault she had been born blind. But being without that sense was dangerous aboard ship - to her and to others. Life in a ship-colony was tough but that was the price they paid for living free - traveling from place to place under their own laws. 

	After Taryn's birth, Estelle's sister had chosen to live land-bound so her child would not be marooned. But when the ship last visited the port where her sister lived, Estelle found her on her deathbed and swore to look after Taryn.

	At first, the colony grudgingly allowed the child on board. But it was clear that Taryn, despite her best efforts, would be a liability and a need that their Spartan life would not support. But to maroon anyone - a death sentence - took the vote of all adults. 

	Only two others had sided with her. Estelle had more kin than that and others she counted as friends. Although tempted to turn around and scan the faces to see who might have betrayed her, Estelle stood still. Knowing who would not side with her would do her no good once Taryn was left behind. 

	Over the port bow, she could see the dim outline of an island. Maintaining her stone-faced composure, she went below to prepare her niece for a long death.

	Taryn could hear the distant voices as commands were given on the departing colony-ship. After a lifetime of depending on other senses besides the dim blurriness of her vision, she could hear very well. Even before her aunt came to her cabin, she already had heard the vote results just as she had heard murmurings of her low worth among the colonists for the months she had been aboard.

	Estelle's slow, shuffling tread spoke distinctly of her sorrow but Taryn let the woman speak anyway - people were very uncomfortable when she mentioned things she had already heard. In the end, it had been someone else who had accompanied the girl to the island where she was left to die and Taryn's last impression of her aunt were the sharp words of complaint when she was not allowed to go with her.

	As she was so intent on the ship voices, she didn't hear the rustling until they were around her. Thick and rope-like, they encircled her. But these were living and muscular and when she opened her mouth to scream, one of those things slid into her mouth to muffle her.

	The vague light of the sky changed to dark and Taryn could tell she was inside somewhere. Every sound had an echo to it - it was a large place. More things touched her and she struggled uselessly as her clothing was torn away. Then the things paused for a moment.

	Just one breeder. He was feeling ravenous but checked himself; he must be careful with this one if he was going to start his own hive. The breeders thrived when treated well. Yes, he had felt their responses before along with the confusion amid the pain and fear they lived with during mating. He had been gentler with one as an experiment. In time, that one welcomed his touches and radiated feelings of pleasure and companionship. There had been rumors of how the northern creatures could mind-speak with their chosen ones and he had crudely managed to do some of the same.

	He would like companionship here. 

	Moving his appendages again, he caressed and explored his little mate. And perhaps she was hungry?

	The things holding her moved again, slowly this time. Despite her alarm, Taryn understood they were trying to be soothing. Something was tapping at her mind; the words were indistinct but she understood there was nothing to fear. As she relaxed, her legs were opened. Something slid against her bald mound and she was embarrassed for a moment before the sliding became rhythmic. The murmured in wonder at what else she felt there - a little more deeply inside as her body reacted.

	The thing in her mouth moved, too and Taryn understood its movements matched that of the pressure against the plush heat of her little private parts. Reflexively, she began to suck. Feeling one arm released, she touched the thing stroking into her oral orifice. Her practiced fingers could feel the muscles flexing. A tendril wrapped around her wrist as if to pull it away but then released her as her intention to explore as she was being explored was understood.

	He understood this breeder a little better. She touched because she could not see. Branded defective, she had been exiled. This he understood. For what he needed, he did not need her vision. Their touching would be intimate and they would share in it. 

	He felt the spasm. Their first symbiosis would begin. Pleasure for sustenance. 

	Taryn's fingers felt the first pulse before it reached her mouth. Something flooded it - hot and thick and tasting like nothing she could describe. And now the vague thoughts sent her way coalesced for better definition.

	[Feed]

	She swallowed and continued as semen gushed from the tentacle. It warmed her tummy and soothed the rumbling as she hadn't eaten since a minimal breakfast - was it hours? - so long ago.
Feeling full from such a generous meal, she felt drowsy in the comforting embrace of her new companion.

	[I shall have you now]

	Taryn was confused. She didn't feel any threat but what did he mean?

	"Are you going to eat me?"

	A tickling in her brain told the girl that the creature was amused at her suggestion.

	[No, I shall mate with you]

	"I don't know what you mean."

	[You will learn, little breeder]

	The pudgy morsel of flesh was smooth against his tentacle tip. He worked inside the little slit, softly agitating her and felt the flow of liquid welcoming him as the breeder moaned and lightly squirmed in his grip. The other tentacles coiled around her smooth thighs flexed and spread her even further. She was utterly vulnerable with her hairless pussy lips presented to him. 

	The appendage pressed against her, not to break her seal yet but to increase her arousal. Although held fast, she tried to move her hips and the creature felt her instinctive need to respond. But he held back, working her lubricating snatch until more involuntary movements of her body and the peculiar noises she uttered told him she was orgasming. 

	The tentacle thinned and elongated as it began its initial thrust. The little girl's dripping cunt lips widened around it, doing nothing to halt its progress before it made her inner labia expand and the membrane just inside them push inward.

	The maidenhead snapped and the tentacle entered the child. Taryn moaned at the slight tearing in her climax-addled twat as her cherry was no longer a barrier. The eight year-old's narrow sex tunnel expanded around the mass until she was fully penetrated. 

	Then the thrusting began and Taryn understood it to be like the movements in her mouth before. Was she going to be fed inside her private parts? No, it was meant for something else and the halting words and visual images (the latter bursting with clarity in a brain that had experienced nothing like it from Taryn's eyes) made her understand what was to become of her. Would it always feel like this?

	[Yes]

	Both of them noticed how much easier it was to communicate now. He knew there was no threat in letting her one free hand move between her legs. He held her everywhere else, sensing her comfort in it just as he relished having his young mate in his clutches.

	Taryn's hand felt the bulging of her bald, spread mound and the muscular mass stroking in and out of it. To have it inside her body was nearly overwhelming and when she moved her hand up to the flatness of her belly, she could feel the pressure of the movement inside.

	The eight year-old was wonderfully snug and slippery on the inside as the tentacle ravished her tiny pussy, making the creature revel in his prize. Her juices were flowing generously and her fingers lazily smeared the liquid escaping the seal between her hairless labia and the thick, pounding member. 

	With her sensitive ears, the little girl could hear the thick, fleshy sounds of their coupling as they were shaded with the cavern's echoes. It seemed to intensify the dripping friction of the pounding in her throbbing, immature cunt. That wonderful thing that was approaching in her loins was going to happen soon. 

	The tentacle widened with the pulse. Just as it did so inside the clutching wet sleeve of Taryn's love hole, the girl came. Her orgasm was enhanced by the heavy spew of the creature's sperm as it washed into her unready womb. But the hormonal response of the seed inside started her body in prematurely readying itself to use the creature's further offerings.

	Taryn whimpered in disappointment when her cunny became unplugged. That wonderful thing popped free and she felt the warmth of the escaping jism following out her hairless slit. Her companion gave her assurances and she became aware of more tentacles waiting to copulate with her. The appendages holding her legs pulled them taut again and the little girl gave a throaty moan as her gooey young snatch was filled again.

	It had been weeks now although Taryn had no sense or use of time as she once knew it. As she stirred awake, she felt the welcome slithering of the tentacles all over her body. Two of them wrapped around generous roundness of her fertile tummy and she added her own hand there to feel her baby - their baby - moving inside her. It felt incredible but another place was increasingly tender. The creature knew this and the child sighed as she felt two tendrils latch onto her bulging nipples. She was suckled and felt the pressure easing from the tiny but engorged breasts that her pregnancy had induced.

	One of them stopped and moved its tip to her mouth. Taryn sucked it in and let it pump her warm, sweet milk into her mouth as she and her companion enjoyed her motherly output. 

	The creature had other needs and she understood. Her baby place was becoming too delicate as her birth neared but her round little ass was kneaded, its cheeks spread. A tentacle wedged between them and the child's anus stretched open to allow her rectal tubing to be used for the creature's pleasure. 

	Past her tight little orifice, the member twisted and ground against the eight year-old's tender guts. Taryn murmured as this deep molestation and felt the thing going deeper into her as it continued to agitate her back there.  Her pussy was moistening from it and she felt a thin tendril gently enter her there for their mutual pleasure. Another tendril found her clit and treated it like a nipple. 

	Groaning languidly, Taryn let her gravid little body be used for pleasure and feeding as she grew the new life inside of her. Her days of being a burden were gone and she contentedly snuggled in the total carnal embrace of the creature.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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