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   Dehra by Monocle - Aliens/F cons reluc preg
   Susan wanted an un-neutered dehra as her very own sex-pet, and got more
than she bargained for.
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   Dehra By Monocle
   The Xenopet agent had only casually mentioned that "special
arrangements" were possible, and that was Susan's cue.  Nervously, she
repeated the alien code phrase her friend had given her.  The agent looked
at her for a moment, cocking one of its three eyestalks.  It scanned the
room with its two independently moving eyes, as if to seek out
eavesdroppers, then asked a clicking-chirping question.  The translator box
on the table relayed the words in a pleasantly modulated synthetic voice:
   "Are you sure?  Most human women are quite satisfied with the gelding.
Studs are much more expensive - and much more <bzzzzz> /intense/." The
static from the translator indicated words it couldn't translate well,
followed by "best fit" language analog in a slightly different tone.
   Susan paused a moment.  Dee had let her try her neutered dehra last
week. It had indeed been fun - quite the experience, in fact, but not the
kind of thrill she'd read about on the hypernet.  She'd pestered Dee about
it.  Dee had told her she'd thought about it too, and even had gone far
enough to find a dealer who could do it - the very alien Susan was now
negotiating with.  Dee had chickened out in the end, and settled for the
one she had now.  Dee sounded quite satisfied, but Susan resolved she
wasn't going to compromise easily.  She wanted to find out what it was
really like.  She pressed the dealer.  She insisted, placing the credit
stack on the table.  It eyed the cash with one eyestalk and fixed her gaze
with the two others.  Its next translated words cautioned her.
   "You know it is also illegal to own a non-neutered dehra on this planet.
Do you think I want to lose my license or get deported off world?"
   Susan was ready for that, and laid the second credit stack on the table,
next to her ID-chip, which showed that she wasn't involved with any kind of
law enforcement.
   The dealer looked like it was thinking for a while - though Susan could
not read what passed for its face.  Then it spoke again.
   "I'll tell you what.  I'll make you a special deal.  I have a yearling
dehra - fully mature - scheduled for neutering in two weeks.  You can try
it out, now.  If you <bzzzzzzz-zzzz> /take to each other/ - and not all do
- I'll consider bending the rules.  You can clearly meet the price."
   "Try it out now?  You mean here?"
   "Yes.  I have a <bzz-zzzzzzzz> /interview room/, in the back.  It is
comfortable and private.  I can promise no interference or interruption,
and be available for aid or assistance should they be needed."
   Now it was Susan's turn to look warily at the agent.  She'd never heard
of any of its species being pervy or involved with humans in that way.  In
fact, they were supposedly monosexual.  From what she had learned, this
particular individual's reputation was good.  Moreover, it was her only
chance to get what she wanted.  Finally, she agreed.  Instinctively she
extended her hand for a shake to seal the deal.  The alien agent's
three-digit paw was cool and rough to the touch.
   ***
   The "interview room" was small spare, and devoid of furnishings.  Rust
colored curtains nearly covered three synthetic brick walls, the fourth
wall having the door though which they entered, and a fairly stylish
bathroom-type sink.  The door was lockable from inside, it assured her, but
not out.  The center of the floor was covered with a futon-like mattress
covered with, Susan assumed, some kind of water or stain-repellant fabric,
sine it looked brand new.  The agent placed a small box on a side table
next to the door, indicating a button that would automatically unlock the
door and summon him if she needed.
   In two of his other arms, he cradled a metal box about half a meter
cubed.  This he positioned in the far left corner of the room before
placing the electronic opener in Susan's hand and excusing itself.
   Susan's heart was already beating faster, and she felt nervous tingles
of excitement and arousal as the door clicked shut.  She tested the door
for security, then walked over to the metal box and placed her hand on it.
She could almost sense that there was something inside, waiting, but
dismissed that as her own mind playing games.  After looking around the
empty room furtively, she finally stood and began to undress.  She placed
her shoes and socks near the side table, and folded her pants and blouse,
placing them neatly on top.  Then, after a final hesitation, quickly
removed her bra and slipped off her panties and added them to the pile. 
Feeling nervous and exposed, but also terribly excited, she grabbed the
door-release device and put it on corner of the mattress, then tiptoed over
to the box.  She knelt down and placed to opener in a recessed circle in
the box, then quickly slid back to crouch at the edge of the mattress.
   It's scent preceded it, and she remembered it from Dee's, only this time
it was stronger - more pungent.  Susan breathed in deep through her nose
taking it in.  She knew the musk contained pheromones designed to attract
the dehra female, and that by a strange cross species coincidence dehran
chemistry triggered a strong response in some humans as well.  Since she
was already turned on, the effect went straight to her head - and body.  A
tingling ran down her spine to her sex and she shivered, feeling herself
moisten inside already.  She watched as the dehra emerged tentatively from
the box.  It was the size of a medium size dog, stepping forward with a
strange fluid motion on four boneless arms more like small elephant trunks.
It was a beautiful iridescent blue color, its outer layers
semi-translucent. It looked delicate, but Susan knew its appearance belied
a surprising strength for so small a creature.  A bump between its two
forelimbs contained its four golden eyes and iris-like mouthparts.  A
similar bump between its back limbs housed its currently retracted
reproductive organs.  A smaller limb along its each flank, between the fore
and back walking limbs dangled halfway to the ground.
   It approached her slowly, two eyes scanning her.  A tickle in the back
of Susan's mind seemed to ask a question.  She wasn't sure if she was
responding to that or speaking to reassure herself, but she talked quietly
to the dehra, in a half-whisper.
   "Yes, It's OK.  Come over here..." Still crouching on the edge of the
mattress, she spread her knees apart, exposing her now slick pussy to its
gaze, "Look what I have for you." She thrilled inside at what she was
doing; opening herself up to, and willfully enticing what another era would
consider an alien monster.  Even now an ancient, instinctive part of her
brain was reacting with fear, trying to warn her that this pending
encounter was biologically _wrong_, and thus somehow dangerous.  But Susan
was a modern, 22nd century educated woman.  She knew exactly what she was
doing.
   "C'mere..." she said, "I won't bite.  I...  I want you."
   She knew it couldn't really understand language, but her own chemical
signals were clear, as was her beckoning hand.  The dehra responded by
crossing the meter that separated them, and reaching out with its right
forelimb to touch the inside of her thigh.  Susan's breath caught in
excitement and a little shiver ran through her.  The tip of the limb split
apart to become two stubby fingers that slid over her smooth skin,
zigzagging up and down across her thigh, gradually moving inward to the
junction of her legs.  There it touched, then began to rub gently against
her slit.  Susan knew that sensory organs on those short digits were
"tasting" her now, sampling her juices.  The cross-species magic worked
both ways; the scents and sense of her arousal were triggering the dehra's
sexual instincts.  A small moan escaped her just from this initial touch.
The dehra seemed to react to the sound with a small tremor of its own, and
Susan smiled in satisfaction as the bump in the back of the alien's body
begin to change shape and distend.
   Slowly, Susan backed onto the mattress, unwilling to leave the gentle,
almost innocent caress of her sex.  But she knew she wanted far more. 
Smiling back to the creature reassuringly, encouragingly, she slowly turned
around and moved across the mattress on her hands and knees, stopping near
the center with her rear facing the dehra, her knees spread wide and
planted on the soft fabric.  Her pussy, flushed and fairly dripping with
excitement was presented, she hoped enticingly, to the now clearly aroused
creature.
   The dehra hesitated only a moment before following and climbing onto the
mattress.  Susan shivered as a smooth, warm limb touched her ankle, then
slid up her calf and leg.  She closed her eyes and let her head sink to the
mattress as the second trunk touched her, sliding up her left thigh and
around the curve of her rear end.  She remembered the texture and strength
of it from her time at Dee's, but this was already somehow stronger, more
real.  She hummed in appreciation as the dehra's shorter side-arms slid up
to her hips, and the weight of the beast settled on her lower back and
rump. The upper trunk-legs wrapped around her ribcage in a gentle,
comforting hug.  The short sensory fingers of each found her breasts and
began to fondle them.  Susan sighed with pleasure, willing the creature to
find her achingly hard nipples.  Almost as if in obedience, the fingers
trapped each nipple in turn and began to slowly squeeze and roll them in
exactly the way Susan most loved.  She moaned louder, her lust rising, a
rising tide of need that seemed to reverberate against the dehra's small,
strong body.
   "There you go...  gentle now..."
   The full ten or so kilos of its weight were now on her.  Its smaller
arms settled around her full hips, holding her firmly while the hind limbs
wrapped around her legs, helping to keep them spread wide.  The alien
embrace was so wonderful and strange.  Susan knew that as of now, the dehra
was actually in a stronger position than she was.  She wouldn't be able to
move - or close - her legs if it did not want to let her.  The fearful
small animal inside her wanted to make her scream and run, but her arousal
almost completely drowned it out.
   "mmMmmmmmmmm-Oh!  hhhmmmmmm...  "
   Something probed between the cheeks of her ass, a small nub, like a
smooth tongue, trying to ream her.  Susan groaned pleasure, then squealed
in surprise as the nub popped passed her sensitive ring of muscle and into
her ass.  Then she sighed in contentment and renewed anticipation.  Dee's
dehra hadn't done this, but Susan's research had told her that sometimes
they used extra little appendages to keep themselves anchored, or raise
their own or their mate's stimulation level higher, or both.  The strange
sensation of the nub swelling inside her rear passage told her that it was
to be used it as an anchor.  He wasn't going to be dislodged until he
wanted to leave.  Susan had tried to imagine why such secure coupling would
be necessary, and then realized she was going to find out very soon.  A
delicious shiver of almost-fear ran through her.  She saw the signal box on
the corner of the mattress where she had placed it, realizing it was
actually out of her reach at the moment.  The situation was now pretty much
out of her control, but that thought seemed only to arouse her still
further.
   The dehra pressed more firmly against her backside, and then she felt it
- the tip of his organ nosing around her inner thighs, probing her.
   "Oh, God," she whispered, her lust and anticipation reaching fever
heights.  The tip of it found her open slit, and stroked up and down as she
trembled.
   "Oh, God!  Please!" Her voice little louder this time.  She tried to
thrust her hips back, to open herself more.
   "Oh, G-**SQUISSSHHHH**-OOOOUUUUNHH!" The thick organ plunged deep into
her, filling Susan rapidly with a loud wet sound, right as the fingers
tweaked her nipples just so.  Susan came abruptly, shuddering and groaning
in release as her pussy spasmed around the pulsing shaft of the dehra's
inseminator.
   "-*sshsss*- Unnh...  -*ssqusshhh*- UHHNNhh...  -*ssshhss*-
UUUHHHH...-*SSQusSHhh*- GhhhHHuuu," The limb began to thrust in time to her
contractions, heightening the sensation and prolonging her orgasm until
Susan was almost breathless.  Then, the dehra's grip all over her
tightened, and the inseminator plunged all the way in.  The whole creature
throbbed as its semen traveled the length of its shaft and erupted into
Susan.  She felt the liquid heat boil into her and was ecstatic.  The
creature had given her everything she'd hoped for, even if very quickly,
and she'd given pleasure back to him.  After a dozen or so convulsive
ejaculations, the two of them subsided.  Susan felt the copious, hot fluid
ooze its way out of her stuffed cunt to run in rivulets down her legs.
   She almost regretted that it was over so soon, but was consoled that
this was only the first of many such liaisons.  There was no doubt in her
mind that this dehra was going to be hers.  She realized she already
thought of him as...  more than a pet.  A kind of lover.  After all, he
still embraced her tenderly, its limbs gently caressing her, even inside.
   "Oooooooo..." it felt to Susan that she was more awake and sensitive
than ever before.  She knew that the creature's semen heightened the
sensitivity of nerve receptors, but this was a step beyond her previous
experience.  The tiny pulsing of the dehra's inseminator within her tight
passage lightly jangled nerves deep inside her she hadn't known existed. 
She even felt the subtle, gentle rubbing of the tip against her innermost
recesses...
   "tttTTHHHHHHRRRRUUUMMMMMMmmmm," The dehra produced a deep, low sound -
almost like the purring of a great cat.  The whole creature vibrated with
it, and naturally the sensation traveled straight down the organ buried in
Susan's quim.
   "...ooooOOOH!"
   A wave of pure lust and desire came from nowhere and washed over Susan.
All of a sudden she was nearly dying to be fucked again.  The dehra's
purring continued, and his oh-so-slightly moving inseminator was still
buried in her, but she needed _more_ and _now_.
   --
   Something new played on her buzzing body; a ticking against her
stretched, increasingly sensitive pussy lips, and, yes, against her clit.
Susan moaned and propped herself up weakly on her hands to look under her.
The sight of the pulsing blue shaft disappearing into her was insanely
erotic.  Around the base of the column, small wormlike cilia had extruded,
and these were writhing over her fevered skin, causing the new, exquisite
sensations.  They were amazing, electric against her more-than-awake
nerves.
   "Ohhhh, you little devil.  That's so ni-ah- nice.  You're making me so
horny.  Do you want to fuck me again?  Please?  You can fuck me agai- ohhh
yes, that's it..."
   ³*sssslslslslsssss*²
   As she watched, the shaft withdrew from her.  The cilia pulled away, as
more and more pulled out.  Susan was amazed at how the friction of it felt
like nothing before...  and by long it was, and that it had _all_ been
inside her.  And that she wanted it back inside, almost desperately.  She
was on the verge of complaining - or pleading, when the shaft reversed
direction and thrust hard into her, forcing a deep, grunt from her.
   *SQUISHHH* - "UNNH!  oohh yes...  UNH!!"
   Kaleidoscopic colors interfered with Susan's vision, and she could no
longer focus on the blue shaft plunging in and out of her.  But she felt it
with every nerve she had down there.  She let her head down again to rest
on the mattress, her rear up, wantonly presented to the dehra.  It fucked
her hard and deep, the little tentacles swiping over her skin wherever they
touched.  The rivulets of his cum dripped down her legs, making everything
they touched tingle.  The arm-trunks fondling her boobs took turns sliding
down her body to wet themselves on their commingled fluids, wiping the
stuff up her belly to her breasts, making her nipples and everything else
scream with pleasure signals.  Susan felt almost consumed by the
sensations, but a hollow undertone was still there - some undefined
incompleteness she couldn't identify.  She still needed _more_.
   "UNH!  oh!  *s-s-squsshhhh* -h-h-h-hhhhhhh,"
   The dehra drove all the way into her, then paused.  And pressed.  And
then, unbelievably, it sank _deeper_.  Susan's eyes opened wide but
unseeing.  She couldn't remember what she'd read about it, something more
about hormones and compatibility, but she knew beyond doubt, that her dehra
had just slipped through her cervix and entered her womb.
   "ohh god yessss," She could barely whisper, knowing that _this_ complete
filling and fulfillment was what her body had been craving - and what he,
her dehra, had wanted with the whole of his being as well.  Animal emotion
burned through her, primitive lust and joy combined.  Susan's whole body
pulsed with it.  Orgasm was meaningless at this point.  Susan had probably
been cumming for some time now, but every new sensation just seemed to take
it higher.
   He slid out, out, out, dragging against her inner walls, then in, in...
all the way in again.  She couldn't form words anymore, just insensate
lustful noises.  He kept it up, thrumming louder, driving her completely
insane, until finally he plunged completely into he and held.  His limbs
contracted, holding her immobile under him.  He rumbled.
   ³TTHHgHgHuHuRrRrRrRgUgMgMlMlMeMshMshMshll²
   The fluid rush traveled the length of the dehra's body, jumping from
mind to mind, so she could feel it as well.  He exploded, gushing into her
very center, filling her core with his essence as she cried out in ecstasy,
completely lost in it.
   It seemed to go on forever, but slowly, slowly the echoes quieted, and
both of them began to relax their straining bodies.
   "uh!  Ooooooh my god." Susan mumbled to herself.  She stretched her legs
out and back, sinking onto soft fabric, and lay there face down for an
unknown time, arms and legs lax, ass still slightly raised to the gently
throbbing creature.
   Slowly, deliciously, the dehra disentangled itself from her.  The
insemination organ fairly oozed out of her, accompanied by a thick river of
its cum - this load much more viscous and slow-flowing than the first had
been.  Susan imagined her insides well coated and filled with the alien
stuff.  He deflated the little bulb in her ass and popped it out as he
unwound his trunks from her legs and body, allowing her to collapse onto
her side, panting, half curled around the dehra's warm body.
   Susan rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously, still dazed. 
She'd _never_ experienced anything like that before.  She felt... 
completely fucked.  Utterly fucked.  She couldn't help but giggle a little
at the way that sounded in her head.  One of her hands stroked down her
sweat-covered body, over her tummy, to touch tenderly between her legs. 
The thick honey flowing from her vagina felt so weird, but so good - so
right.  She smiled dreamily and laid back again, arms and legs akimbo on
the mattress.  Unmindful of where she was, she gave in to her exhausted
body and dozed, just for a moment.
   ***
   A small door behind one of the wall curtains opened, and a second dehra
slipped quietly into the room.  This one was larger, especially in the
hindquarters, and of a greener hue; a female, ready to bear.  The Xenopet
agent had been planning to breed these two dehras before neutering the
male, but away from their natural environs, the young (and the mothers) of
such matches had distressingly high mortality.  Female dehra could be
inseminated and carry their own young until a real "birth," but the
environments of most other worlds made that hazardous to the mother and
children for a variety of reasons.  Fortunately, a solution to this problem
did exist: surrogacy.
   ***
   The female dehra was definitely reacting to the pheromone-laden air in
the small room.  It moved deliberately, if gingerly, to the mattress.  The
female and male looked at each other for a moment, touching forelimbs and
minds briefly, before the female focused on Susan's lightly sleeping form.
The animal mind sought the human as the dehra positioned itself over
Susan's abdomen.  A shorter thicker version of the male's insemination
organ emerged from her hindquarters, dangling between Susan's slightly
spread legs.
   In the corner of her sleepy mind, new thoughts and feelings began to
form.  She thought they were her own at first, but the flavor of need and
desire rising in her were unfamiliar.  Her slender body echoed with bloated
and sluggish sensations.  She felt fit to burst, and knew that it was now
time...  Time for what?  Susan could not understand the thoughts, rubbing
her wet tummy with her hand to soothe the cramping sensation away.
   The dehra lowered herself to Susan's body, front trunks sliding around
her ribs and shoulders, back limbs wrapping around her thighs, mid limbs
pushing her hand away and hugging her waist.  Susan felt it in her slumber,
thinking her dehra was cuddling her, her semi-conscious mind opening to the
need-filled emotions of the female.
   *SHQUSH!*
   The fecund dehra plunged its positor into Susan's slippery pussy.  Susan
grunted at the sudden new intrusion.  Coming awake in some confusion, she
looked down her body at her eager little lover with some humor, and then
froze when she saw it wasn't her dehra between her legs anymore.
   "Hunh-HEY!"
   ³TTTHHHHHRRRRRUMMMMM²
   Her eyes widened in alarm, even as her body seemed to react on its own
to the pulsing tube.  Susan reached down to push the smooth body away, but
she was still weak from the liaison with her dehra, and still very
sensitive.  And her body seemed not to want to listen to her either.  The
new dehra knew just where and how to touch her, too, with its array of
waving tentacles already emerged and working on her clit and outer lips,
and teasing her anus, sending shudders of new pleasure though Susan to
mingle with the rising distress.  The creature was strong, and committed to
its course of action, and its mental broadcasts pressed into Susan's mind
just as its physical presence pressed into her body.  Susan looked wildly
about for the call signal box.  There it was a the corner of the mattress
not far from her foot.  It might as well have been on another planet for
her ability to reach it at the moment.  The new dehra's grip on her was
strong, and it was not interested in her moving right now.
   "NoO-Ooh!  *(ssslsllslshhhh)* ohgod!"
   The thick, stubby tube stretching her vagina flowered open inside her,
and a quake of pure pleasure passed from the alien's mind and body into
Susan's.  The dehra's peristaltic contractions began pushing her young into
Susan's prepared vagina.  The stuffed, overfull physical and emotional
sensations of the creature, and its base joy-ecstasy-relief at the laying
its clutch, flooded Susan's mind as, one by one, pinky-sized larvae began
to squirm into her.  The telempathic goading, of the dehra's equivalent of
an orgasm psychically dragged Susan's body with it, forcing the human
female into yet another, more confused, but no less intense, climax.
   ³NuNH!  Uuugh!  NUUh!!  AAIEuh!²
   But this pleasure had the sharp bite of fear as well.  Susan screamed in
a collision of emotions as her pussy clamped down on the writhing
worm-things.  Her nerves were still in sensory overdrive from commingled
human and alien hormones, and every twitch and wiggle finding their way
deeper into her sent shockwaves of pleasure and revulsion through her body.
The mental connection with both male and female allowed her to "see" with
her mind's eye and know exactly what the tiny writhing things being pushed
into her were.  Most horrific of all, though, were the sparks of new
awareness flaring into being _inside_ her, touching her mind as the larvae
were fertilized and quickened by the alien semen her lover had filled her
with mere minutes before.  One by one, the new presences sought and entered
her very core, squirming though her still-open cervix, and attaching to the
walls of her womb, bonding to her physically and psychically.  Convulsing
in pleasure and now terror, Susan felt every twitch and movement inside
her. Primitive emotions assaulted her mind through the unending and
terrible ecstasy.
   ³NNNnnnnn!  THHHMHmHmRmRmRmUhUmUmMmMmM.²
   The dehra emptied and Susan filled, human and alien sharing the physical
sensations and blended joy and horror of the transfer as one mind.  Both
dehra did their best to calm Susan, blasting her with echoes of the
female's physical pleasure of birthing and unadulterated alien joy and
parental pride as each new sentient jewel crystallized within her.  Slowly,
agonizingly, Susan felt herself giving over to the relentless happiness and
unimaginable alien/human sensations.  Her own pleasure heightened as her
resistance fell, until a state of climax consumed her completely.  Her
screams changed to wanton moans.  By the time the last handful of larvae
began their oozing transfer from mother to mother, Susan was bucking weakly
against the throbbing implantation organ, with her back arched, head back
and eyes closed, lost in wonder and exaltation, cooing and celebrating the
creation of new life with everything she was.
   ³oooooŠ ooooooŠ OoooooohhhŠ²
   Full.  Susan had never really known the definition of the word until
now. She was full, in mind, and body, though with what she could not say.
The female dehra's mind-touch was fading, but the mysterious buzz of new
life within her still echoed.  Then the dehra was lifting off her,
unwinding its limbs and freeing her.  Susan moved both her hands to her
belly, feeling the slight swelling of her filled womb.
   --
   "Oh god.  What did you do?  What happened?" She asked both dehras, one
resting to either side of her.  Of course, neither answered her, but then,
she did know exactly what had happened.  Just not why.
   Groaning with effort, Susan crawled over to the box and pressed the
button.  The door unlocked with an audible click, and in a moment, the
alien Xenopet agent had shambled into the room.  Susan didn't move to cover
herself up - she couldn't yet muster the strength or will.  She didn't say
anything at first.  Her questioning, accusing eyes needed no translation
for the alien.
   "We can both benefit from this arrangement," he said, as if they were
still negotiating at the desk in his office.  "You are carrying" He waved a
small scanner over her, "sixteen, no seventeen dehra young.  Three female."
   Susan's hand rubbed her belly and she shuddered.
   "As a surrogate, I will compensate you five hundred credits for each
dehra you bear to term, following which, you may keep the <bzzzz-zz>
/father/ - the male you just sampled free of charge."
   Shocked at this turn if events, Susan couldn't articulate the flood of
questions she wanted to ask.
   "Bear to term?" was all she could muster; unsure she even wanted to know
the answer.
   "Yes.  The larvae will grow into youth within you for between two and
three months.  Then you will <bzzzzzzbzz> /give birth/ them here.  I have
been informed that the process is nearly as pleasurable for human females
as the initial bonding with the male dehra."
   Two to three months.  Susan just sat, stunned.
   "You can take your male home with you, now.  During gestation, his
<bZZzz> /product/ will aid the maturing process.  You will need to come
back here every two weeks at a minimum for monitoring and...  <Bzz-z-zzzzz>
/tending/ by the female.  This is for your safety as well as that of the
young.  I assure you the contract is equitable for both of us, and that
your health and safety is of paramount importance to me because of the
commodity you are helping produce for me.  I have a contract for you to
look over."
   Susan eyed the preferred pad warily.  How meaningful could the contract
be for this illegal, coerced transaction?  A tiny quiver in her belly sent
a shiver through her.  The male dehra then touched her mind.  It was trying
to soothe her, she knew.  And she realized it was having some success.  His
emotions were simple and pure - happiness, pride, the echoes of lust,
and... love?
   Susan took a deep breath.  For the third time today, she was trapped;
first by her dehra, second by the female dehra, and now by this alien. 
Each time before, her mind and body had thrilled at the portent of the
experience.  Even if the second time was less than voluntary, the
experience had been, well, incredible.  She could only imagine what the
next months would bring if she agreed.
   "Do I have a choice?"
   "Not really, no." The translated words sounded almost apologetic. 
Almost.
   The room was quiet for several minutes; a nude woman sitting on a bed,
hands on her slightly bulging belly, with two resting dehra, and a third
alien standing by.  The male dehra reached out a forelimb to tenderly touch
her hands on her belly.  A few heartbeats later, the female did the same.
   "All right." her words were barely a whisper.
   End...?
   ------ Dehra, by Monocle
   
  
Dehra