Tags: Hermaphrodite, Shemale, Aliens
Forward: This bit doesn't have the crazy rutrut sex, but it does have some smut to it. Hope you enjoy.

You’re going to have to bear with us reader, our understanding of your language comes mostly from spending way too much time on the internet, and we’re not very patient with the nuances of its syntax. We have decided it would be best if we kept a log of our journey, in case the crusaders of the Enlightened Malkadrixian Gestalt find us after all.

It’s pretty unlikely that they will pass up the chance to enslave you while they’re in the neighborhood. It's about as likely that you’ll be able to do a thing about it, but at least you have some context for when a Malkadrixian pins you down and pounds a couple liters of cum-flavored nanites into your most convenient orifice.

One thing we love about humanity is that you’re only slightly less perverted than us. We bet some of you even sat up straighter in your seats after reading that last paragraph. Go you, at least you can beat your giblets to the idea of an invasive alien species turning your planet into a breedhive rutstump. We respect that. Maybe you’ll get some fap-fuel out of these entries.

You could ask us why Humans and Malkadrixians are genetically compatible, but most of the ideas we have are a bit highbrow for humanity just yet. Populate the moon and then we'll talk. Well, we suppose we could toss a couple of the simpler ones your way: perhaps the meteors that brought primordial goo to Earth and Malkadrixia both had the same origin and mutation fractal; perhaps the Enlightened Gestalt is right and each planet is itself the warren of a much larger hive; perhaps the universe was running out of ideas and just copy-pasted you guys from us. What is important is that we've committed science, and we're happy to announce that we can impregnate your female configuration. Results are still coming in on that particular experiment, but that's talk for a later entry.

You probably have a bunch of questions. They're going to have to wait. We're taking this story from the top.

We've determined that everything began about 200 earth years ago, shortly after we were specced as anthropologists and ejected forcibly from the Hive to investigate the origins of our species. To give you a cultural translation of what that's like, imagine being sent to college, then coming home after your graduation to find that everything you own, including your clothes, was burned, and you were kicked to the curb. Then, imagine that's the norm... and you didn't pick your degree... and you were this close to becoming a Royal Breeder. That's just not something you get over. You'd agree with me if you saw her. She has at least forty vaginas on her axillary womb alone!

Back to the story.

Once outside of the hive we took care of the important things first. We established a rutting order, found food and water, built shelter and even pieced together some clothes, in that order. Anthropologists have it much easier these days. For starters, they're taught that the great fucking ball of flame in the sky is a sun, and that it has no intention of swooping down and eating them. They're taught how to make shelters and clothes. The lucky ones even get their own rutstumps. Those lucky bastards.

As evidenced, Malkadrixia didn’t exactly have its shit together back then. That was before the Hives started to unify, and as it turns out we weren't exactly from what you would label a civilized Hive. Sure, we had the right ideas: improve lifespan, eat, fuck, and glean history from the ruins of the Predecessors, but we only really put emphasis on the second and third directives. With gusto. You know that invasive species cliche to strategy games? Our Hive was that species.

As anthropologists, gleaning history was our job. It was pretty straightforward; find ruins, inspect for records, gather records, return records to hive. Poring over the records was optional, left to the meager cadre of anthropologists at the heart of the hive. We guess we changed the trend there. These days touching an anthropologist’s findings is grounds to be sentenced to a life serving as a rutstump. Again, those lucky bastards.

Back to the story.

We didn’t have any ruins at hand, so we figured that was as good a place to start as any. We struck out across the wastes for a distant spire.

The distant spire was empty... save for every single other anthropologist who had been sent out in the last few cycles. Big fucking surprise there. Literally. As in an orgy. The other anthropologists were establishing a Warren. It was kind of hard to leave, so some of us didn’t. It was a enough fair trade, we gained as many as we had lost. Some came with us on foot, some didn't appear for a few cycles, pregnant swells in our bellies.

We took to the wastes again.

It took us a while to realize the next place we found wasn’t a cave, since 'concrete' was an alien material to us. You’d think the markings and writings on the walls would have tipped us off that it was one of the Predecessor's abandoned bunkers, but we were too busy dealing with a territory war to notice that for a while. Anthropologists from another Hive had found the bunker before us, picked it clean of anthropological merit, and left behind a couple pregnant members to establish a Warren. We outnumbered them at least three to one, which led to some pretty abused orifices when we got around to the post-battle triumph fuck. Once their spawn were converted we left our own pregnant to help settle the Warren and took to the wastes again.

Our designated Prime was emboldened by starting a Warren, and resolved that we would walk further than any other would, because only then would we find a place not already picked dry. Morning found us with our backs to the sun. Noon found us hunting game. Evening found us following the sun's tail. Night found us rutting for warmth. We took turns serving as the rutstump, as we had done for the entire journey, but the prolonged travelling was having its toll. Our Prime was starting to blossom Queen's buds, putting the rest of us into heat, seducing us to submit to her desires. It sounds fun in any other circumstance, sure, but when you're trying to complete a directive for the Queen it's a bit distracting to have your Prime view all of you as a rutstump, especially when her need to cum became constant and her choice of hole became "the closest"

By the time we found a cave (this time legitimately a cave) half of us were pregnant. The rest had learned to deal with sore jaws and gaping asses. Needless to say, we were a bit grumpy by this point. No sooner were we settled into the cave than the unimpregnated among us pounced the prime and fucked her until her heat was triggered. We managed to fight off the pheromones and the Prime's advances, but the scent of her heat was a bit too much for the others. She became the center of a nice little orgy, a 'big fucking surprise' all for her. We left them to settle the cave as a new Warren, recollected ourselves, and left once more.

Now, human reader, at this point you're probably thinking we're a barbaric species. You'd be half right. We were a barbaric species, but that was before the Great Awakening. It would be fair to compare the us of then to beasts, or Neanderthals. There was no written language, nor many cultural norms. It probably sounds strange, since we originally claimed that were assigned as anthropologists, but it is a term we're using loosely here. It might be more apt to describe us as scouts, agents of the Hive cast out into a world coming out of remission from a great war.

If you had met us at that time we would have mistaken you as one of us and bred you. No maybe to it, it would look like a twenty care pile up made up of bodies all trying to dick a poor little human. Honestly, if you were up here in our ship right now with us (we just passed over the pacific) then the same visual would probably apply (Being alone without ourselves this long is more masturbatory than anything, and we're sure you understand how wanting that can leave you). At least these days we have the good grace to seduce you first.

As we said, we left the warren with much smaller numbers, only a few now. Our new Prime carried the torch of the last, insisting that we continue the walk.

It was then that we found the launch facility. Little did we know how much of a Big Fucking Deal that was. We’re talking shaping the history of Malkadrixia. We're talking Awakening.