Evil Aliens: Journey of the BCNS Suppository Splinters
Copyright© 2025 by MA7
Chapter 8
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A story where hard physics K3 god tech meets morally bankrupt idiots who wield said technology. Every scientific detail is triple checked for accuracy, hard science meets dick jokes and juvenile insanity.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Humor Science Fiction
Vysha felt glorious as she showed off her newly completely healed body in a stunning bikini on the perimeter catwalk ringing the large saltwater brood pool, her slender voluptuous body once again transparent, her previously rad burnt skin now smooth and flawless.
Vysha struck a provocative pose, her upper pair of arms raised sexily, her lower pair of hands pulling up the waistband of her bikini bottom G-string in a way that might (quite wrongly) be considered tastefully reserved. Crewmen and soldiers whistled and catcalled from where they sat on the edges of the catwalk all around the pool.
Vysha blew kisses and ran her hands over her body sensually, driving the men wild.
“Can you all please stop that, you are disturbing my larvae.” The maternally fatigued voice of Nyxia called in irritation from the water.
Nyxia was completely topless in the water and trying to breastfeed six of her eighteen larvae at once, with her remaining twelve larvae swarming around her body in agitation from all the loud noises the men were making.
Vysha naturally ignored this request, strutting poses shamelessly, she flexibly lifted a transparent leg and tucked it behind her neck, the string of her bikini bottom fighting a gallant but inadequate battle to completely hide her modesty from this angle. Men exploded with loud whistling appreciation and tossed tiny copper ingot slips at Vysha to tip her like a stripper, hitting her in the face with metal and making her lose her balance and fall into the water with a splash.
“Ouch! That hurt!” Nyxia protested, having Vysha land half on top of her in the water.
Men laughed uproariously from the catwalks as Vysha’s head broke the surface, enraging Vysha’s wounded pride (rampant narcissism) to be ridiculed so (objectively not) unfairly.
Vysha fumed angrily and turned her back on the laughing men, they weren’t getting any sex from her for AT LEAST thirty minutes after this disrespect!
In the water in front of her was the beautiful big-breasted Nyxia, the motherhood-endowed whore looking completely unprepared for the larvae her constant monogamous sexual intercourse with her “boyfriend” had ironically resulted in. It was her own fault for being a gross vaginal sex girl, good anal girls like Vysha could (and did) get fucked daily by over 80 different men without any pesky pregnancies. Nyxia was disgraceful!
Around Nyxia was the swarm of very young first-stage larvae, cilia-covered short-torpedo-shaped transparent creatures that couldn’t leave the seawater, that coveted milk and maternal care whenever they weren’t filling the pool with shit and/or sleeping. First-stage larvae were always a pain in the bum to rear, requiring the mother to constantly stay close to the water to look after them until their lungs developed enough to leave the water as second-stage larvae.
Some of the larvae mistook Vysha for their mother and nuzzled against her bikini clad breasts in the water. Vysha instinctively popped her six breasts out of her bikini cups and let the larvae suckle, the larval hormones in the water were absorbing through her skin and making her breasts lactate with a painful ache of nipple soreness.
Vysha was uncomfortable but her instinctive reaction to larvae made her want to keep suckling the little shit-factories. The intense larval hormones absorbing through her skin were hijacking her body and altering her desires to make her want to nurse the larvae.
Vysha was such a natural hedonist that she didn’t question her new hijacked desires, she just followed her desires blindly.
“My larvae.” Vysha said adoringly at the ugly little shits.
“They are MY babies! Not yours!” Nyxia protested, sounding strangely upset.
“They will be mine too. I’m the Hive Mother, I’m supposed to be the one having babies. I will tell the fleet that they are mine and I will have my pay cut reversed. You can help do all the hard work and I’ll do the fun stuff.” Vysha said reasonably.
“Then get pregnant with YOUR OWN larvae and stop stealing mine!”
“No! Vagina sex is SO unhygienic!”
“Give me back my larvae!”
The men on the catwalk cheered as they watched a topless girl fight ensue in the water, loudly placing bets on who would win as Vysha and Nyxia slapped each other.
Vysha wrestled with Nyxia, feeling a flood of intense hormones. Vysha’s bikini top and bottom were completely untied and lost in the vicious struggle, Nyxia was also rendered naked. Time seemed to slow down, Vysha suddenly began to notice just how beautiful Nyxia was...
Without thinking it through, Vysha kissed Nyxia passionately with perfect romance. The eagerly watching men cheered in delight at this development.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Nyxia erupted, pulling away in disgust and horror.
“Why fight the sexual tension?” Vysha replied sweetly.
“You are out of your fucking mind!”
“Don’t fight your feelings Nyxia.”
“I just want my larvae back! Stop it!”
The male jubilation was almost deafening.
Nyxia was actively swimming away now as Vysha tried to kiss her, the humiliation of this scene completely lost to Vysha’s crippling narcissism.
Vysha swam so fast after Nyxia that the larvae washed free of Vysha’s breasts, the hormones vanishing with the larvae. Vysha came to her senses and scrambled out of the pool completely butt-fucking-naked, tits lactating heavily, her skin covered in slaps and punches.
The men were crawling around on the floor, completely overwhelmed, not sure if they more wanted to laugh or be horny right now, some of them laughing so much that they fell in the water.
Vysha’s narcissism was strong, but the humiliation of this scene threatened to break down the gate of her face saving delusion with a dose of hard reality. For a moment she was almost overwhelmed with cognitive dissonance, but she valiantly defended bullshit castle against the besieging horde of hard consensus reality, digging deep into her soul to really double down with all the conviction of a schizophrenic crack-head telling everyone on the bus that he really and truly CAN tell the future by fucking dead raccoons.
Vysha smiled in satisfied relief as she completely shielded her own ego from consequences with a comforting lie. These people all LOVED her, and the love was making them crazy. The laughter was hysterical, they weren’t laughing AT her, no no goodness no. They were laughing because she overwhelmed them with her beauty and sex appeal.
With this flawless logic propping up her stunted psyche, Vysha bravely left the room and proceeded to heroically have a sobbing narcissistic injury in a toilet cubicle for three straight hours.
Catering Chief Teft and Cook Bim sat around the pool drinking intoxicating beverages and admiring the view of the topless beautiful Nyxia attempting to breastfeed (while about 40 men gawked at her). This really was the life.
The brood pool was upper-chest deep and a modest 10 metres by 10 metres wide, filling the entire room, with a 1 metre wide catwalk suspended above the water around the wall edges. The catwalk had originally had safety handrails but the Bodgers had removed them to make it easier to do huge bombs into the pool. The brood pool was located in a room right next to the Hive Mother Breeding Chamber, very conveniently located to visit in between using the breeding chamber.
At the moment Vysha was off being butthurt somewhere, but she would be back riding their dicks soon enough. She couldn’t go even two days without slutting to the entire crew no matter how much they offended her, incessant sexual attention was her only form of narcissistic supply on the entire ship (the crew had secretly obtained her classified psyche evaluation records under less than legal circumstances), she needed to have as many men as possible physically affirming her sexual desirability by fucking her on a daily basis.
Hive Mothers were frequently fucking crazy. The navy wasn’t picky at all, a woman could have a criminal record, she could be disabled, certifiably mentally ill, and to top it off the pay was more than a prostitute could usually make (the navy really was that fucking desperate), so all sorts of unemployable batshit nympho crazies were attracted to enlist. If you had a fertile vagina and were willing to use it being constantly bred by 80 plus men on a daily basis then you were exactly what the navy wanted - enter the narcissistic nymphomaniac Vysha.
The men didn’t hate Vysha, it was impossible to hate that gorgeous anal slut who daily had sex with them. Many of the stupidest men had fallen (penis first) in love with Vysha in fact, the rest felt for Vysha the same glowing genial respect they would feel towards a communal flesh light.
Normally the men would have dispersed after Vysha left, but with the topless gorgeous sex hiker Nyxia in the pool they had something nice to look at to keep them here.
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