Author: Sailbad
Title: Ovi-Surrogate 
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: The Bearers
Summary: A lonely woman escaping her past in the deep Amazon becomes 
the unwilling(?) link in the procreative process of strange, alien 
forest creatures.
Keywords: mc, ScFi, horror, Zoo, non-anthro, lght, beast, preg

Ovi-Surrogate
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


Shelley had heard the stories before it happened to her.  Here in the 
outreaches of a South American outback, she had found this cabin 
where she could be alone and gather her thoughts.  She had come here 
to get over the hurt she had encountered from a broken marriage and a 
broken relationship.  Of necessity, she had contact with the local 
tribes-people – which is where she had heard many stories of the 
strange legends and creatures of the forest. And where she had first 
heard of the people that were called, what was roughly translated 
into, ‘The Bearers’.

These were women who bore the young of some mysterious creatures that 
lurked in the forest. Oddly enough, despite the apparent horror of 
what they went through, these women were held in high regard – as if 
they were a chosen few.  All legend and folklore nonsense, of course 
– until they came to visit her. 

And Shelley remembered that first time when she could not understand 
nor fight the strange, exciting urge that beckoned her to strip and 
venture into the jungle.  She remembered her stark shock when she 
first saw them.  She had surprised herself at how little fear or 
loathing she felt – there again, during the telling of the stories it 
was apparent that none of the ‘Bearers’ had ever suffered or come to 
harm.  Curiously, she just submitted to them and was rewarded with a 
delightful experience.

They came to her since then once every four weeks or so, which made 
her wonder whether they knew of or at least sensed the female 
menstrual cycle.  It was mid-afternoon now, hot and humid as she 
gradually divested herself or her clothes. They were summoning her 
again.  The heavy pheromones they were releasing were again seducing 
Shelley’s inhibitions and luring her into her lust delirium that 
drove her to the monthly impregnation ritual.  She inhaled deeply and 
let the delicious opiate fill her head.  Looking down at herself, she 
could admit that her body was still firm, her breasts jutting out 
proudly, her belly still relatively flat.  She ran her hands slowly 
over her body and delighted in the sensuous glow overcoming her.

She realized that her nipples were beginning to stand out as if her 
body anticipated the coming events.  How perverse, she thought, here 
she was a seemingly respectable city girl about to experience 
something the strange horror of which would send most right-minded 
women to slash their wrists to avoid.  She was about to be sexually 
ravaged by strange forest creatures and she would come back 
impregnated with their child!

Stepping out onto the porch, she felt a slight warm breeze caress her 
body.  Walking away from her shack, she plodded into the forest ready 
to fulfil her responsibilities.

Arriving at the clearing she maintained for their rendezvous, where 
the procedure would take place, she noticed that they had already 
arrived and were waiting for her.  As usual, there were four of them 
– the two ‘guardians’ whose purpose was to restrain her, and the male 
and female of the species who would perform the implanting and 
impregnation.

Had she been asked to describe them, she would have been at a loss, 
as she (and, she suspected, precious few others) had ever seen them.  
Around 18 inches high they resembled, as best, a cross between and 
octopus and a scorpion.  The main bulk of the body was leathery in 
appearance, but with large black doleful eyes perched on the top – a 
bit like those of a crab.  But it was the tendrils (or tentacles 
whatever they were) that made them quite unlike anything she could 
have imagined.  Six of these were obviously for traction or grasping, 
but she knew that the male and female differed in that they each had 
a seventh special-purpose tendril.

She felt something brush against her ankle and, looking down, 
realized that the male was wrapping one of its tendrils around her 
leg, as if urging her on. ‘Horny little devil’ she smiled to herself 
before lowering herself down and lying on the vegetation on the floor 
of the clearing.

The two guardians had taken position either side of her and she felt 
their tentacles reach out and grab an arm and leg each.  Her arms 
were pulled outwards while the others pulled her legs open and 
upwards to allow easy access to her sexual organs.

Bound and pinned thus, she was as firmly restrained and held down as 
if by ropes and staves.  Even without the restraints, however, she 
knew that she would gladly have lain there and submitted to them.  
These were welcome and well-accustomed friends, she felt safe and 
comfortable with them.

She felt the movement between her legs as the female moved forward 
and, wrapping her coils around Shelley’s body, pulled herself up onto 
her belly.  The female settled herself there and then wound her two 
hind most tendrils gently but firmly around each of Shelley’s upper 
thighs as the centre tendrils embraced Shelley’s waist.  Almost 
perceptively, the foremost tendrils stroked her sides in a soothing 
caress.

The female had a special protrusion to her rear, much like the tail 
of a scorpion, which could be turned upward or downward. But Shelley 
knew that there, the similarity ended.  This was a highly unusual, 
and versatile tool which would play a vital part in the first stage 
of the breeding.

Once in position, the female brought down her tail until it nestled 
against the outer lips of Shelley’s vulva.  The ‘stinger’ began a 
slow caress up and down between Shelley’s labia, groping for her 
vagina, stimulating her erogenous zone, prompting Shelley’s genitals 
for the impending sexual congress.  As the stinger caressed her, the 
opening at its tip secreted its slick, gooey coital fluid, preparing 
the passage for ease of entry and with the fluid came more of those 
heady pheromones.  Shelley inhaled them deeply into her lungs and 
then let out a soft moan as the rush overwhelmed her and touched off 
a light, satisfying orgasm.  From the tip of the stinger, the probe 
began to emerge and carefully felt for Shelley’s vagina.  Gently, the 
female began to push the probe into her body, slowly inching into and 
up her vagina.  The stinger planted itself over the vaginal opening 
and its mouth flared outward to cover Shelley’s labia, making a 
secure, shielding seal.

Shelley gasped with pleasure at the intrusion and closed her eyes, 
trying to relax as the female pushed ever deeper into her body.  
Inside her, she could feel the tendril snake its way gently up her 
vagina.  She could hear a feint gurgling sound as the invading 
appendage surged and swirled within her.  The stinger’s mouth-like 
opening slurped and smacked against Shelley’s mons as it plied its 
probe within her.  Copious secretions seeped past their united organs 
and streamed lugubriously down her crotch.  It always tickled her in 
an erotic way as it crept its way into her, urging on her arousal.  
Shelley’s hips rocked gently as she enjoyed the delicate incursion.  
The tendril curled and spun within her wet clingy confines, 
stimulating her uterus to lift and poise itself for sexual union 
while relaxing her for the upcoming procedure.  Shelley surrendered 
herself to the creature’s attentions, rising with the seductive 
sensations until they peaked and she was rewarded with another, 
deeper climax.

Eventually, Shelley felt the tip of the probe nudge against her 
cervix.  It groped around there, determining its whereabouts, 
centring itself, pushing hard now to ensure a good connection.  The 
probe was, in fact, a tube and inside was another, specially adapted 
tendril.  Within the tube also, were the ova, which Shelley would 
carry.  Now she could feel something push against the opening of her 
cervix.  The egg would be not much bigger than the end-joint of her 
little finger, and soft and pliant in its makeup.  The female, having 
positioned the ovum at the opening now began to push upwards.

Shelley let out a small gasp as it began its journey up that narrow 
tube.  Despite the narrowness of her cervix and the size of the 
intrusion, she was surprised that she felt no pain – just an odd, 
pleasurable sensation as the ovum was pushed deeper and deeper into 
her body.

The female’s probe continued to push upwards into her cervix until, 
at last, Shelley could feel a presence in her womb – the egg was in!  
Now, the female had extended her probe right into Shelley’s womb and 
she could feel it move about inside her, presumably making sure that 
the egg was secure and comfortable in the inviting warmth of its 
host.

Apparently satisfied, Shelley could feel the tendril being withdrawn 
from her womb, down her cervix and, finally, the female began to 
extract the tube from her vagina.  It made a slurpy sound as it 
pulled free of her vagina and the stinger broke its kiss with her 
vulva.

Its purpose fulfilled, Shelley could feel the female relax.  Her 
tendrils slowly unwound their clutch of Shelley’s body and weakly 
lifted her body above Shelley’s belly, dragging her limp stinger 
behind her like a wounded arm.  The female paused for a moment to 
gather strength and then slithered off her belly, lifted her stinger 
over her body and scuttled gingerly off to the side.  Shelley looked 
after her with the concern of an intimate friend.  Now she could feel 
the two guardians tighten their grip on her legs and thighs, pulling 
them further outwards while pulling her knees upwards so that her 
back arched slightly off the ground, exposing her orifices fully.

She felt the movement between her thighs, the tendrils reaching 
upwards across her belly, the bulk of the male drawing itself up 
between her outstretched legs and rubbing across her exposed nether 
regions.  She let out a gasp of anticipation as he moved upwards and 
inwards, wrapping his body around her and enveloping all of her 
crotch from her pubis to her buttocks.  His fore-tendrils reached 
upwards and wrapped around her slim waist to hold him against her 
pubis, his centre tendrils wrapped around her up-turned thighs in 
order to secure his position and pull himself closer, his hind 
tendrils reached under her butt, crossed her back and gripped her 
hips to pull his body around her crotch.

She could feel a nudging to her rear, pushing between the cheeks of 
her buttocks as his seventh tendril began its journey to anchor him 
to her body.  Pushing inwards between her yielding cheeks, it lightly 
touched the tight little ring of her anus, gently teasing and 
lubricating it with more pheromone rich coital fluid.  The 
intoxicating aroma reached Shelley’s head and again she succumbed to 
another sweet, fulfilling climax.  As it swept over her, Shelley 
could feel her sphincter muscles relax and contract in anticipated 
rhythm until eventually, she relaxed completely and opened up to him.

The probe pushed up against the now unresisting entrance, about the 
thickness of a man’s little finger tip at first, it pushed easily 
into her receptive anus.  She let out another groan of pleasure as it 
continued its journey inwards, thickening now to the width of a thumb 
until she could feel the larger bulb pressing against the entrance.  
Willing herself to relax, she opened herself up even more to allow 
the large protrusion to push its way inwards, stretching her anal 
opening until it almost hurt then, with an inaudible pop, it was 
inside her.

Waves of delirium began to engulf her as she could feel the tendril 
in her rectal passage moving, turning, with the creature using it to 
pull himself even closer to her exposed body.  

Now she could feel the second probe, gently working around the front 
of her vagina.  This thin, deft tendril would have a different and 
unique purpose.  She could detect it now feeling around at the 
entrance to her urethra.  This had been entirely new to her that 
first time but now she waited with eager anticipation as the thin 
tendril gently pushed against the opening and into her pee-tube. She 
could feel it slithering steadily inwards and upwards until, finally, 
she sensed it deep inside her bladder.

The male now began to drink; she could feel it, as the liquid drained 
out of her bladder.  The process (or taste) seemed to excite him as 
he grasped her more urgently and the anchor tendril coiled stronger 
inside her rectum, pulling him tighter.

Having drained her, he now began to inject his own fluid into her 
body.  Again, she only had her senses to guide her, but she estimated 
that the males pumped quite a bit of the nutrient into her bladder as 
she could discernibly feel it begin to expand under the pressure.

Against the lips of her vagina, she could feel him begin to grow the 
third tendril.  Unlike a human penis that dwelt external from the 
body, his was retractable and literally extended out of his body 
directly into hers.  The emerging organ now pushed against the lips 
of her vagina, the secretions and his mate’s prior enticements 
helping its smooth penetration.  Shelley felt the lips urged apart as 
the member began to enter her, moving on into the damp warmth of her 
vagina.  Her head lolled back against the vegetation beneath her, she 
cried out with pleasure at the new intrusion.

She could feel the anchor probe in her anus and the tendril, still 
deep within her bladder, pulling at her to ensure his even 
penetration.  The inseminating appendage continued to grow outwards 
from the creature, pushing deeper and deeper into Shelley’s insides.  
Again she heard the obscene gurgling sound as the delving penile 
implant crept into the intimate reaches that a woman reserves for 
lovers only.  She had no idea of its width, but she surmised that it 
was thicker than a human phallus though, with its gradual growth and 
the mucous it secreted she accepted his intrusion easily and with 
delight.

He was filling her now, conforming to her inner contours, pushing 
deeper until she could feel him nudge against the base of her cervix.  
There, the end of his organ pushed firmly against the entrance and 
she could feel what must have been like lips closing around the 
opening, effectively sealing himself to her.  He was now prepared for 
insemination.

He began an action, which always drove her over the edge towards a 
transportation of delight.  His whole organ began to pulsate, 
undulate and throb deep within her and against the lips of her vagina 
sending waves of ecstasy through her body.  Sensing his time was fast 
approaching, he began to distend his anal anchor probe.  Shelley felt 
it thicken and the bulb, which nestled within her anal muscles, began 
to throb and swell rhythmically, pulling them even closer until she 
felt that, under other circumstances, she would have cried out with 
pain. As his small body worked fervently against her crotch their 
contact began to make a slight, telltale sexual smacking sound.  
Unconsciously, her hips began to roll in time to his rhythmic pulling 
as if pushing up to meet a lover’s welcome thrust.  Within her 
vagina, his main probe began to swell, exaggerating the sensations 
she felt within her whole passage.  On and on he surged in her.  The 
billowing, throbbing, undulating organ worked against the walls of 
her vagina, tugging and pushing, slipping and sliding against her 
delicate intimate flesh.  Shelley’s pampered senses were propelling 
her to an impending, inevitable crescendo.

She could tell by his clasping, along with the increased grip of the 
guardians, that the moment was close.  The creature seemed to give 
one last lunge before beginning its convulsions.  Human sex had never 
been like this event, where the male pumped his sperm into her 
vagina.  The human penises she had known did not come close to 
establishing such a presence in her as this organ, it was so large 
and so lively.  A man’s penis issued its seed in a brief, barely 
discernable squirt issued haplessly into her vagina, not at all like 
the tremendous flow this vessel was about to deliver.  As he began to 
ejaculate, she could feel the semen jet and gush up the narrow tube 
of her cervix, directly into her womb.  On and on he pumped until she 
could feel her stomach swell with that precious, impregnating liquid.

Shelley threw back her head and screamed and cried in orgasm – her 
whole body wracked with the most intense, almost unbearable pleasure.  
Combined with the overpowering effect of the pheromones, her climax 
lingered and extended into what amounted to a fit of pleasure that 
always left her weak and powerless as the mating party withdrew.

Slowly, she subsided and could feel her alien lover begin to loosen 
his grip on her.  She could have cried with frustration as he slowly 
began to withdraw his tendrils first from her bladder, then the 
impregnating organ and, finally and slowly, she felt the bulb being 
drawn from her ravaged rectum.

The guardians slowly slackened their pull on her legs until her butt 
gently rested back on the ground.  Now it was the male’s turn to 
wearily lift his body from her and make his exit.  He untied his 
coils from her legs and waist and braced them on the ground.  With a 
sticky slurp he broke his contact with Shelley’s crotch and hovered 
over her waist.  

Glancing up at his underside, Shelley quickly inspected the weapons 
just used on her.  She saw the hole from which his urethra probe 
emerged, she saw the still swollen anal anchor toward the back of his 
body and she marvelled that she had taken it.  What grabbed her 
attention most was his penile tube.  Still too bloated to retract all 
the way back into his body, the fat, tender looking appendage hung 
below him about the length of Shelley’s thumb and continued to drip 
the last remnants of his seminal solution.  He shakily rose as high 
as he could over her, stepped to her side, lowered himself a little 
and then slithered off on his tentacles in an undulating motion.  As 
he parted, another dose of his pheromones wafted up from his 
underside and her exposed crotch, lapsing her back into a nice 
climactic repose. 

The guardians released her and withdrew.  Oblivious to them, she 
languished on the soft ground in the now still clearing and enjoyed 
her post-coital recuperation without concern.  Shelley knew she was 
now being watched and she would be looked after and protected from 
harm.  She lazily drew an arm over her chest and hugged her breasts 
to her as she traced small circles in her matted pubic hair with her 
other hand.  She rested for a few minutes before rising and walking 
slowly back towards her shack, the excess sperm trickled down the 
inside of her leg.  

At the edge of her porch she drew a pail of water from the cistern 
and squatted with her back against a post.  She splashed water over 
her sex and then scrubbed the slick residue from her hair and skin 
with her wet hands.  After a brisk rinse, she cupped her palm over 
her vulva and contemplated her role.  Life grew in her, left there 
not by a lover but by mysterious forest creatures.  Her womanhood was 
vital in this place.  Rising to her feet, she kept her hand over her 
sex and stared out into the forest, ‘Are they watching me?’  She was 
feeling weary from her ordeal.  Now she went to her bunk, drew the 
netting and lay in a grateful sleep.  The gestation period was around 
24 hours, but the first stage would begin within about twelve.  

She had awoken a couple of times as she could feel the movement of 
the new life within her.  Then, she was awake, as she could feel that 
the time was near.  Deep within her, she could feel her body prepare 
itself – it seemed that something inside her was opening up, and she 
knew that her cervix was preparing for the passage.

Now she felt her body begin to spasm, and the sensation of the young 
life beginning to push its way out.  It had found its way to her 
cervix, and was now pushing downwards and into the narrow channel. 
Taking deep breaths, Shelley forced herself to relax as it forced its 
way into the cervical passage, and downwards.  This was the only time 
she would really feel any kind of discomfort but somehow, even the pain  
was pleasant as her tube was stretched to accommodate its passage.  
Eventually, she could feel him emerge from her uterus into the cavity 
of her vagina, could feel its tendrils in there exploring and 
anchoring himself.

She now relaxed, with the youngster nestled in the warmth of her 
vagina and could feel its feeding tendril begin to push outwards.  
She reached down, and pulled open the lips of her vagina to help it 
and, looking down there, could see the thin tendril emerge and curl 
round until it found what it wanted. 

She could see the tendril move towards her urethra, gently but 
urgently push against the entrance until, with a gasp from Shelley, 
it penetrated her.  She lay back and let the tendril make its journey 
upwards until she could feel it enter her bladder and the creature 
begin to drink greedily from the nutrient fluid deposited there 
earlier by its father.

Odd, she thought, she almost felt maternal towards the little 
critter.  More odd still that this intricate relationship could have 
evolved and carry on unknown to the outside world for centuries.  And 
completely baffling, that this quite natural understanding could 
emerge between them without any communication at all.  Satisfied that 
the youngster was safe, secure and feeding, she fell into deep sleep.

The following morning, she arose and went about her usual morning 
chores – tidying up and making herself some breakfast.  She found it 
relatively easy to move around, even with the growing life within her 
vagina.

Her chores done, she sat in one of the reclining chairs on the porch.  
The youngster within her was growing rapidly, helped by the nutrient 
it fed on within her body, and she could feel her vagina begin to 
distend.  It would now be about the size of a woman’s fist but would 
grow a bit more, before emerging into the world.

Eventually, she could feel the time was near, and began a slow walk 
towards the clearing.  Due to the size of the creature within her, 
walking was now a more delicate affair as she tried to keep her legs 
apart.

Reaching the clearing, she could see the male and female awaiting her 
– the expectant nervous parents, she thought.

Pulling up her skirt, she lay down on the vegetation, pulled up and 
opened her legs wide for the final stage.  Propped up on her elbows 
she stared down at her sex to witness the miracle of life with her 
mating partners.

Suddenly, she felt the movement within her increase as the youngster 
prepared for its birth.  The tendril slowly pulled out from her 
urethra, and the creature began to push outwards.  She could feel its 
main tendrils emerge from within her and these curled back and 
pressed against her skin to help it pull itself out.  Now the size of 
a man’s hand, the creature was stretching her almost to the point of 
pain.  Shelley gritted her teeth and pushed downwards to help it 
until, suddenly, she felt it emerge with something approaching a 
slurping sound.  She felt the trust and acceptance of the parents, as 
they required no guardians to restrain her now.  They both approached 
until they were between her knees, the male cupped his tendrils 
before her vagina to catch his offspring.

Looking down, she could see it now – the creature which had found 
life within her womb, she had carried and, her body at least, had 
nurtured.  It clung to his coils and he bore it off into the 
undergrowth.  

The female approached cautiously and tentatively extended a tentacle 
under Shelley’s thigh and around her hip.  Shelley responded to the 
prompt and being careful not to bump the female, threw her leg over, 
rolled onto her stomach and then rose to her hands and knees.  The 
creature wrapped a strong tendril around Shelley’s waist and deftly 
pulled herself up and perched upon Shelley’s rump.  The female’s 
tentacles braced herself on Shelley’s hips and thighs in a supportive 
manner, not at all like the tenuous, restraining way during 
implantation.  Shelley lowered her head to watch the coming event.

Arching her stinger beneath her, the female curled it behind 
Shelley’s butt and brought the appendage upward in contact once again 
with Shelley’s open, swollen vagina.  Shelley watched intently as the 
end of the stinger opened up in a vertical slit and broad lips spread 
out and enveloped her outer labia.  The strange, mouth-like orifice 
mounted, clasped and sucked at Shelley’s sex.  Once a firm connection 
was made with her pubic mound Shelley felt the inner tendril gently 
part her labia, opening a passage and then the female began to 
secrete a fluid down into Shelley’s birth canal.  

This was obviously some sort of postpartum procedure, an 
anaesthetic/antiseptic to heal her, prevent infection and prepare her 
for next month’s cycle.  Shelley never refused it, it felt like a 
soothing, warm douche and she saw it as a special bonding moment.  
The fluid filled her vagina and then started to seep into her uterus.  
Once a goodly amount of fluid was injected, the creature slowly drew 
it out and then slowly pushed it back in making a steady, gentle 
current.  Shelley watched transfixed as the coupled organs passed the 
fluid back and forth between their bodies, like two mouths kissing.  
The fluid sloshed and gurgled as it flowed between them.  Some of it 
drooled out at small gaps in their contact.  The stinger’s mouth 
adjusted its purchase and made distinctive kissing and smacking 
sounds as it worked on Shelley.  With two free tentacles, the female 
began to gently stroke and caress Shelley.  They rolled along her 
sides and belly and slid up and down her back.  They delicately 
curled and twisted over her thighs.

Shelley remembered how the female always tenderly stroked her during 
implant and wondered about this strange procreative dependence as 
this creature tended to her sex organs that she had just lent it.  
There seemed to be such care and concern in this creature.  Shelley 
wondered if they really cared or if they only needed her for her 
womb.  Were they intelligent or just highly organized?  Did they 
enjoy this contact or was it just instinct?  Shelley reached back 
with her hand and placed it over the tentacle on her thigh.  She was 
thrilled as the tip of the tendril curled up in the palm of her hand 
and then lightly caressed her wrist.  She didn’t know how long their 
therapy session lasted, it seemed it was always over too soon.  With 
one final smack and a slurp the female pulled away the stinger from 
her vulva and the medicinal fluid gushed out and splattered on the 
ground between Shelley’s knees.  She slowly eased herself down the 
back of Shelley’s thighs.  She hovered there a bit, examining 
Shelley’s sex with a swipe of a tendril, and then slowly backed into 
the forest.

Shelley wearily stood up and paused for a moment to let the remains 
of the juices run out of her vagina and down her leg.  Opening her 
legs in a semi-crouch, she peed, relieving herself of what was left 
within her and watched the remains of the deep blue liquid stream 
onto the forest floor.  She smoothed down her skirt and parted for 
home.

Her mind went back to what she had asked herself before.  She 
couldn’t stay here forever.  Some day, her reproductive years would 
come to an end.  Some day, she would have to go back home, to live in 
the world.  But what about her duty to these creatures, who relied on 
her and her body to bring forth new life?  Was she perhaps thinking 
that, after what she had experienced, ‘normal’ sex would never be 
quite the same again?  That question was for another day.


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


  
Ovi_Surr