Evil Aliens: Journey of the BCNS Suppository Splinters
Copyright© 2025 by MA7
Chapter 9
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
For the next approximately year and a half, life onboard seemed to settle into a rhythm of monotony punctuated by occasional utter chaos, not exactly peaceful but at least certain.
After slightly over 2.25 years of accelerating at 1 G on the laser highway they were now moving at approximately 0.985c (98.5 percent of light speed), and the time dilation was really starting to matter.
By some miracle (and considerable testosterone induced aggression on Xant’s part), all 18 larvae had survived the sea-scorpions-in-the-brood-pool incident with little more than a few small nips. Underlord Xant had literally ripped one of the eurypterids in half with his bare hands, a feat so intimidating that it had terrified the remaining sea scorpions too much to go near him. Xant had then proceeded to beat the shit out of Teft and Bim, and then in a completely reasonable act of hormonal aggression he had randomly beaten up members of the crew and then attempted to chase after fleeing eurypterids in the brood pool without success.
After that the larvae had remained in one corner of the pool guarded by Xant and/or Nyxia (mostly Nyxia) at all times, the surviving sea scorpions giving the entire corner (and especially the angry parents) a wide berth. It had been a very stressful and irritating few months until the first stage larvae developed their lungs and became second stage larvae that could leave the pool, leaving the pool to the traumatised eurypterids (who were currently laying thousands of eggs in the water).
(No one had thought to simply get rid of the sea scorpions, well Nyxia had but she had been ignored by the onboard fishing enthusiasts.)
At present Nyxia was passionately making love with Xant in bed, feeling him inside her, touching his strong muscular body with desire. The eurypterid incident had saved their relationship. The fact that while she was napping in bed at the time, this man had been PRESENT in the brood pool, had protected their children, had ripped a sea scorpion in half with his bare hands to protect her babies from being eaten, had beaten the perpetrators half to death ... Nyxia had no words for how much this had repaired her relationship with Xant.
He was still a stupid juvenile motherfucker, but he had saved her larvae. Nyxia loved this man.
Nyxia cried out in pleasure, once, twice, more times than she could count, it was incredibly intense and intimate for her, her lips kissed his desperately as they kept making love.
A sudden spurt of warmth inside.
Xant pulled out of her without a word and rolled over with his back to her!
“I was right on the crest of another orgasm.” Nyxia gently complained.
Xant snored softly in response, already asleep.
Nyxia wanted post-orgasm cuddles not a muscular transparent sleeping back to her, she hugged a pillow in annoyance and checked the larvae monitor to make sure the kids were still asleep.
Nyxia got up in the nude to pee, pausing and then wisely finding and throwing on a dressing gown rather than just walking around the ship naked, leaving Xant’s quarters and padding barefoot through the ship towards the ladies room.
The ship was quiet at this hour, most of the crew either asleep or (more likely) watching porn right now. Nyxia entered the bathroom quietly and sat down to pee.
Nyxia was just washing her hands when a loud commotion occurred.
Nyxia poked her head out of the bathroom curiously, hearing cackling female laughter?
It was Vysha’s laughter, extremely loud.
Nyxia followed the sound curiously and poked her head into the doorway of the Hive Mother Breeding Chamber and saw something she wished she hadn’t.
Vysha was dressed in black fetish clothes and tied up in an extremely unflattering position on the bed, being enthusiastically tickled all over by several crewmen.
Nyxia wanted to leave, but she couldn’t in good conscience just leave Vysha without making sure she was consenting to this. With a heavy heart Nyxia entered the disgusting scene.
Nyxia loudly clapped her hands to draw everyone’s attention.
“Nyxia! Make them stop!” Vysha frantically begged before Nyxia could say anything.
Nyxia’s skin went cold and she looked around the room, immediately finding and a pulling a fire extinguisher from the wall as a weapon if needed.
“Let her go!” Nyxia snarled, ready to clobber these fucking rapists!
“No! Don’t let me go! I want to be tied up like this. Just make them stop tickling me!” Vysha immediately derailed Nyxia’s righteous fury.
Nyxia paused, her mind broiling in confusion.
“I want them to fuck me in the ass and spank me. Can you please stand watch and make sure they don’t keep tickling me all the time?” Vysha requested.
“You have GOT to be kidding me! I don’t want to stand guard watching you having kinky sex!” Nyxia protested.
“But they won’t stop tickling me!” Vysha protested.
“We won’t tickle her anymore, you can go.” One of the perpetrator crewmen said mischievously.
Nyxia massaged her forehead in exasperation of this entire situation, and walked over to untie Vysha.
“Hey! I didn’t want to be untied!” Vysha protested.
“I’m not your sex referee. You are free now and I have done my duty. I’m going back to bed.” Nyxia told Vysha almost hatefully.
Nyxia left the room and walked back towards Xant’s quarters, the ship echoing with more of Vysha’s loud laughter just as Nyxia put her hand on the door handle.
Nyxia paused.
“Nyxia help me!”
Nyxia simply ignored the begging and entered Xant’s quarters, shutting the door behind her.
Vysha was really grumpy the next morning as she “borrowed” some of Nyxia’s larvae, her mind filled with wrath as she lay on her side nursing the hungry larvae to self-soothe herself. That evil bitch Nyxia had just LEFT her there last night!
Vysha had naturally asked the men to tie her up again last night the moment Nyxia left, and the men had immediately resumed tickling her! Nyxia was supposed to come back and rescue her but she hadn’t come back! Vysha had then been tickled on and off for like three hours! How could Nyxia DO that to Vysha!
Vysha hadn’t been cross with the men, well she had been really pissed off but they had been giving her constant attention as they tickled her so naturally she hadn’t held a grudge, but Nyxia hadn’t given Vysha ANY attention at all! It was the ULTIMATE insult!
“Has anyone seen my larvae?! I can’t find three of them anywhere!” Nyxia’s voice called anxiously through the ship.
Vysha ignored these words, enjoying the nuzzling attention of the suckling larvae.
Vysha’s quarters door burst open, Nyxia entering in a panic. Nyxia’s eyes saw the larvae and she let out a gasp of relief, moving to the bed.
“They are just visiting their Auntie Vysha.” Vysha explained dismissively before Nyxia could speak.
“I don’t mind them visiting their aunt but I want to KNOW when you take them.” Nyxia said with unreasonable harshness, putting all four of her hands on the three suckling larvae.
“After the way you treated me last night it’s only fair that I take them without telling you. Some panic is payback for betraying me.” Vysha said very reasonably with wounded pride.
“I didn’t betray you or anyone! I told you very clearly that I wasn’t coming back to be your sex referee! I don’t want to see you having sex! It’s not unreasonable.” Nyxia exploded.
“I was tickled for three hours! I needed you!” Vysha laid on the guilt.
“Do you want to press charges? We can go report this and...” Nyxia focused way too seriously on the wrong thing.
“No I don’t want to press charges, I forgave the men. They made me cum and I kinda liked it, but YOU abandoned me!” Vysha interrupted.
“If you liked it then why are you complaining?”
“Because you didn’t care enough to check on me.” Vysha accused.
Nyxia face palmed with all four hands for some reason.
“I did care enough. I was ready to brain those men with a fire extinguisher to rescue you when I thought you were being raped. I untied you, I cared. You don’t want care, you just want attention.” Nyxia said quietly.
“Then why won’t you give me attention then?! Have you ever thought of that?!” Vysha snapped reasonably.
“I have 18 larvae that already consume my attention...”
“Well now you have 15, these 3 at least love me.” Vysha said huffily, holding the stolen larvae tightly.
“Those three are currently shitting in your bed.” Nyxia noted, pointing.
Vysha looked down at her sheets and recoiled in disgust at the awful wet mess!
Vysha handed the disgusting little larvae back to their mother, immediately stripping the bed in disgust.
Nyxia didn’t even have the good grace to stay and talk to Vysha, just leaving with the larvae immediately as soon as she got them back!
Vysha changed her bedding and crossly put on a tight-fitting white fuck-me lingerie play-suit (Vysha’s idea of very modestly dressed), storming off to brood angrily in some deserted part of the ship.
Vysha took the elevator to the very bottom of the ship, entering a damp wet warren of storage rooms lit only by the faint blue bioluminescence of feral nanotechnology colonising the wet surfaces, the nanotechnology descended from the very same plankton based nanotech that the ancient Cnidarian sapiens of Bo-Cran had used to build their technology. It smelled very strongly of revolting plankton smells down here.
Vysha didn’t like the smell but she wanted to sulk and this place was fitting to the way she had been treated. Vysha squelched down the wet floor of a corridor, looking for somewhere dry to sit in this place.
She turned around a corner and encountered about a hundred rats, all looking at her.
Vysha was startled and disgusted at first, but the rats were looking at her and attention from rats was still attention. Vysha smiled seductively and ran her hands over her lingerie-clad body suggestively, loving feeling desirable.
“Begone thot.” The nearest rat said simply?!
Vysha was so shocked that she fell over onto her bottom, the fabric of her play-suit staining a glowing blue where her bottom touched the glowing wet floor.
“You can talk?!” Vysha asked in wonder.