Note from the author: I, Uros Osium Tokker (Joel Gonzalez Fernandez) own the contents of this story, alongside with any and all characters within unless otherwise stated. Do not use or distribute without permission please.
This story contains many fetishes that are considered questionable (Incest, rape, impregnation, etc.) and are only used within the context of fantasy, not reality. The author does not encourage doing anything against anyone’s will or those that do not understand everything that is going on, or that is incapable of understanding, thus consenting or not, what is going on. This story is made for fun and for the enjoyment of those that like these things within the aforementioned context.
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Is this piece of crap working? It is? First time I see this working without glowing, but if you say so… Going to give me some space? Good, I am going to make an ass of myself most probably and I would prefer you to see none of it. Hah, hah, hah, very fucking funny, scram!
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Shit I didn’t want her to see any of this, at all.
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I am such a fucking mess…
Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning, eh? Mother always said I should someday make a book or collect my memories on those fancy biocrystals. Hey mom! I am doing what you told me to! More or less anyway, these biocrystals I was given can’t even record image, but it is pretty hard to do anything when you are piss poor.
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Crap, I am going to be in the dumps again if I think about it.
Okay, seeing how the new management has decided to start hoarding knowledge, probably for a purging, let me fix you up with a quickie. No, wait, let me rephrase that: I am going to fucking bombard you with information, mostly because, in about a week, no one is going to have the fucking BALLS to say shit about what this place knew, okay? If you are wondering how that may be the case do hear me out, because this has a lot of meat.
First, let me tell you this: At some point between the XXI and XXV century, the shit hit the fan. I am not saying that there was a third world war, I am not saying an idiot with delusions of grandeur pushed the B.R.B, and yes, you may think it is funny and what it stands for, but in this case it meant the Big Red Button. Why? Because, believe it or not, the people that fucked the world HAD a fucking big red button. Confused yet? GREAT! That means you are doing as well as I was when I read this shit up, so we are doing fine.
Look, humanity has always prided itself in being free, having a powerful spirit and finding a way. Do you want to know the truth? The truth is that humanity, once control had been achieved, had a caste that was there to ‘guide’ how everyone operated.
Some people called them the ‘Illuminati’, ‘The Agency’ and by many other names, but the thing is that, since the first tribes found each other back in the day, once evolution took a firm hold and made us learn that ‘2+2=4, which means only 25% chance of being eaten’, some people decided they could lead. The smartest of those guys formed the group that would later guide humanity through the ages.
I am not going to say shit about how they did it, okay? I can’t say if all of them were assholes, self serving and self centered, or just plain incompetent, but the latest bunch? The ones to push that button? Oh, those took the FUCKING CAKE. You know what problem they had? They had the one very simple problem that is called this: Civilians.
Workers, the common person, Average Joe, these and more names plagued these guys’ dreams. It seems that during the XXI century onwards, the ones in charge had been trying to bleed the worker class into submission, only to find out that humanity had bigger stones than they thought in the areas of the world where information and knowledge had truly found root. They tried to use the school system, religion, movies, books and any other element they could to dissuade them about defending what they ‘thought’ was theirs, but Europe, America and a good deal of Asia would have none of it. The poorer areas, or those that didn’t want to open their eyes, didn’t stand a chance, but they found themselves as the minority.
The details are sketchy, but these guys tried to do something bold, only for the common guy to find about them, about the organization and how they had been screwing them over. I am pretty sure you don’t need to be very smart to know what happened next, because they made enough examples for you to be correct no matter what you say. Drowning? Yes. Hanging? Yes. Decapitation? Of course. Keep them rolling, because people were hungry, miserable and angry as all fuck.
So what do these few fucks do? Instead of submitting and allowing the people to live better, without a few assholes controlling their lives, they decided that if Earth was going to get rid of them, they would get rid of Earth.
Fine, that is a lie; they just wanted to kill most people and force everyone else to kneel.
Yes, you are right, it didn’t work.
Oh don’t get me wrong, they did a fucking good job. Most of the weapons used, new bioweapons that ranged from hybridized animals and insects to virus, were devastating, to the point of wiping millions in a few hours. There was a problem though: The weapons worked too well.
Within a couple of days Earth had lost close to 33% of its animal population, as well as around 50% of its human population. Those in power, supposedly affiliated with the organization, were dying as easily as everyone else, and soon a mass of angry politicians, civil workers, street walkers and students were attacking any of the surviving organization members and families with renewed fervor. It was of little use though, because the supposed defenses that those guys had set up didn’t work at all.
Everyone was dying, and it had been done simply by pushing a fucking button.
Interestingly enough, plants didn’t die, in fact they thrived. Insects of almost all species changed and mutated slightly, but they survived, grew and became more dangerous, making the fauna and flora turn into a danger as big as the other weapons used. Any animal, be it one born to be on the air, land or the sea, was dying, with only new bacteria, the insects and the plants surviving. It was like the cockroach when exposed to radiation: They survive, adapt and maybe become something different, but they hold it better than you do, pal.
After a month there was less than a single billion of humans left, and a big chunk of them were sick enough to last maybe a couple more days. This kind of pressure had gotten the few surviving organization members to crack under pressure, and under a good deal of blows from the ones around them, so they worked themselves to the bone to offer a solution.
The solution? Quick DNA change via bioengineering. Was it safe? Probably not. Was it the only option? Well, no, the other option was wait and die.
So yeah: You can blow your own head off OR you can use the syringe and pray for mojo.
Nearly everyone decided to test their luck with the operation.
Good news: The procedure worked. The sick and hurt went first, as the process was supposed to give enlarged lifespan, greater regeneration, toughness, strength, speed, as well as better reflexes, sight and the like. The package contained DNA from nearly all known insect life forms in the world from before shit hit the fan, a concentrated dose that made bones much more resilient and the overall organism grow simply better, though it hadn’t been tested and side effects were bound to happen. It was either that or just plain dying, so it beat option B.
Surprise, surprise: It had side effects, but not as bad as you’d think.
The first problem became obvious: The surface of Earth was now bearable, barely. Despite the altered genetics, humanity, while not fully ‘human’ anymore, still had the base code for many of the bioweapons. They weren’t downright fatal now, but the people would die sooner or later if exposed for too long, which was already an improvement instead of the week long suffering before dying, IF LUCKY. That was easy enough to fix though, as no virus had been designed to survive underground for long, so a path was made to the closest and largest bunker area to start some kind of ‘city under the mountain’.
During this exodus was when the second problem became apparent: Humanity was not human anymore. ‘Terrans’ was also a common denomination back then, mostly because ‘humanity’ was used as a quality, one that humans lacked during the last days of their existence, so the new species that humanity became decided to name themselves just plain ‘Terrans’, both because of Earth, and because they would live underground.
Now, what was the problem you ask? That people started shedding their skin, alongside chunks of flesh. Horrid, I know, but not as bad as you think: This was done because their bodies were producing an external skeleton, a carapace that was flexible, yet as strong as chitin of that size should be, as well as many other features of the bug DNA that permeated their genetic code.
So humans went from primates to giant bugs in the span of around three months, yay.
You probably guessed it, but people freaked the fuck out. There was no bloodshed though; everyone was worse for wear after the exodus, hands were needed so they could turn a large bunker into a massive city under the earth, and production of medicine, food and tools had to be kickstarted faster than the old internet would fund the stupidest of projects. I do really wonder how the internet was back in the day, and how many idiots there were, but I am going off topic here.
Despite how much xenophobia is highlighted in many of the old books, the new Terrans worked together very well, though I dare say they did so out of necessity, history hasn’t really recorded anything that would hint at any other possibility anyway. Whatever it was, be it camaraderie, necessity, desperation or just the simple joy that was being fucking alive, the first city, or better call it ‘hive’, was born. A new government was made and things quickly became as normal as the fucking pandemonium could allow, with the dangers of the surface kept very well away thanks to the shelter’s strong doors.
A few generations went by, people found out that living two hundred was very easy, living over two hundreds, and scrapping FIVE, became also quite common, though the original Terrans didn’t last more than three centuries thanks to the many diseases their bodies weren’t made to survive through thanks to the bioweapons. Luckily for them, the new bodies made their life much easier and the end quite painless.
For a long while it looked like everything was going fine, and in fact it WAS, but things started to change little by little.
It quickly became obvious that the males were being born as more ‘frail’ looking, in fact it became very hard to find any male that would normally grow to be, well, ‘manly’. In just a few generations most males looked more like females, with few of them having any of what a normal human would consider to be the old depiction of power, testosterone and shit like that. They were still males in essence, but that also changed to an extent with time. What do I mean? Well, males nowadays can get PREGNANT, they are biologically males, but they look female like and you can pound them full of kids, you get used to it if you grow up with that kind of thing.
A good deal of ‘male’ births became intersexed shemales and hermaphrodites upon the final stages of development. Why this happened no one knew, but it was made obvious that the female sex was growing in strength, and both shemales and hermaphrodites were much more aggressive than most males had once been, with females also becoming much more active while the males took a more submissive role. After the V century rolled around it was extremely hard to see any male that had a strong look, with females, shemales and hermaphrodites being the muscular ones, if they showed muscle at all.
The latest change was not the final one, but it hinted at more dominance from the insect DNA. Kids grow fast. Pregnancies not only lasted much less, going from a month to three months, but a kid would be born and grow to what would be around 9 years of age in a week, maturing in a few more weeks, months or, at most, a year. Maturity also included personality, and the increased intelligence made learning very fast, to the point of genius level in previous humans. The original Terrans would’ve considered this monstrous and the loss of childhood. We called it evolution.
What was the last and supposedly biggest change? Hey, guess what? You fuck with DNA, you can fuck the whole species! Oh yeah baby: We got SCREWED.
Okay, so we didn’t get fucked in any big way, but the Terrans soon found out that fertility had plummeted something fierce. Was it a drop so steep you couldn’t solve the problem? Not really, but most of the births would result in what we now call ‘Workers’, which simply means that any kind of intercourse between them has around 10% chance of pregnancy when compared to humans. ‘Warriors’ are those that have around a 25% to 50% chance when compared to humans, and they are oftentimes quite aggressive, but it is not exactly a sure thing. ‘Queens’ are capable of impregnating, or getting pregnant, with ANYONE with an almost 100% success rate, they are also usually appointed as rulers. There are also ‘Drones’, but these are always male, and being a Drone means that they are simply good breeding bags, as you can probably put your dick in and they’ll get pregnant, or, if they are more dominant in nature, they’ll get you filled up, in fact they are the only males that may get a strong outlook.
This also changed a few things: Workers were still superior to humans, as all Terrans are, in almost all fields, but Warriors would be usually stronger, faster and tougher, while Queens and Drones would be smarter, capable of being more charming, and also much more agile (not faster, just better reflexes). Once we made this discovery it was easy to give the names that I have told you about.
Said change also made our new culture… different.
First of all: Living underground changed many things. One of them is that electricity is still used, geothermal power is a thing after all, but mutated plants are more common. Bioluminescent fungi as lamps and large Lumine Roots that hang from the ceiling of our hives are the most common source of light, light that our eyes can use very well.
Food also adapted, as many underground and surface insects were tamed with time, so the unintelligent creatures, while now with sizes varying from fist sized to that of a house, or BIGGER, were both predators and prey, so our meat came from them, as well as many articles of clothing made of wings, chitin and other insect parts. Fungi and other underground plants, both mutants and natural, gave us our veggies, with water, nectar and honey being what we drank (the latter two being considered ‘energy drinks’, something similar to the old Coca Cola if I am right).
Politics also changed in the sense that now this is all matriarchal: Any hive that is created is ruled by a female (or intersexed one) and their family. While males are capable, females and intersexed are more common, equally as capable and simply plentiful enough to make the few males stand out too much, plus they are usually stronger and capable of defending themselves in a fight.
Now, you are probably wondering why defending is such an important part of ruling, right? Let me put it this way: In nature who ruled? The ones that couldn’t defend themselves and others, or those that could impose their will with a mix of strength, cunning and plain intellect?
A pretty face is not enough to go ruling anymore.
In another time, in another place, people were elected because of their promises and supposed qualities. In here, on this Earth, at this time, people aren’t elected. If a family is strong enough, or a single individual, they go and challenge the ruling family, beat them and then FUCK them. Our sperm has a mild addicting property that makes others more likely to comply to the one that has dominated them, which is the Terranids equivalent to a pheromone similar to that of a queen bee or other insects. This means that to bet the previous ruling party you had to be stronger, smarter, more cunning and have already proven yourself by having enough followers to compete, and you could not only rely in fucking others stupid, as there is only so much others would do even when you have some power over them, so you do REALLY need to have the charisma as well as the other attributes.
Or you can cheat, that works too.
What do I mean by ‘cheating’? Let me put it this way: I was princess, well, fourth princess, with three sisters before me, but I WAS, A, FUCKING, PRINCESS! Now I am lucky to have escaped from being made a little fucktoy and then sold into slavery! How!? Well, LET ME TELL YOU!
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Sorry, sorry, I need to calm down.
Okay, first and foremost: There is no ‘slavery’, but ‘bought servants’ exist, and it is a common practice to do this with the previous ruling family. If you are unable to hold the title you have to start from the bottom, and by that it means lower than the most basic of workers. After a few months you are released and you can work your way up, but you aren’t given more than what you originally had with you, and if you want to have your followers listed as yours once more, as the ‘Swarm Control Agency’ will disband your swarm.
As you may have guessed, a Swarm is a group under a family’s banner, usually a Warrior or a Queen will lead them, but you can find Drones or Workers as leaders too. In most cases the Swarm members are those that have been forced into submission, have submitted willingly or are family members. A Swarm can, at any time, go against the ruling family, but if they are defeated then the members are disbanded and they need to start from scratch. The ruling families cannot issue challenges, but other Swarms can assimilate those they defeat.
Swarms cannot gang on a ruler family because only one family can be appointed as ruler. There is no joint operations.
Wonder who decided to break the fucking rules?
Yes, you probably guessed right, because the new ruling family is composed of three different Swarms. The people doesn’t like it, and the internal struggles have, in record time, fucked up the place, but these three groups are from outside of Corhall, my home hive, and the rumors say they are a radical group that is trying to eradicate story to start their own thing. I am not sure if it is true, but it is why I am recording a brief story lesson in case I get fucked and this is the last thing anyone will ever hear about me.
I’ll be direct: I am pretty much boned.
It is practically impossible to kill anyone nowadays, both thanks to our genetics, medicine and bioengineering, I mean, I am a shemale, okay? I have what would be considered an E size rack and a foot long cock, something huge for humans, but I am considered only ‘slightly above average’. This, for a human, would probably mean trauma, if nothing else, but here? In the Hives one foot means a nice belly or abdominal bulge, while I have seen some people sporting not only massive cocks, but massive tits! We are NOT bugs, in case the future has another change for our species, we are ‘mammals’, though we are tweaked, and we can be both huge and we can take huge things, which also includes loads of pain in case we get into a fight.
This means I can’t go there, guns blazing, and sweep the place with everyone. I would get curb stomped, they would fuck every hole I have, probably even my own cock if they have someone small enough, and even my breasts if they give me an enhancer for that, and then I would probably join my family in temporal ‘induced labor’.
Luckily for me, and unluckily for my family, I was basically the youngest and the black sheep, so they may not know about me, and Linza is not an uncommon name for a Warrior wasp… I have time to start my own Swarm, and the three families are fighting amongst themselves to the point of scaring some of their own members into quitting, which means there are new faces that no one knows and has not claimed yet.
I have some objectives, I have been told of some names, and I may be able to get some cash by working as a bounty hunter.
Do not dare say that the system doesn’t work: It does work, but once things get bad a lot of people that has a hard time living by the rules move into a city that is in turmoil and raise Swarms of their own outside the law. It hasn’t been too long and a few ‘gangs’ have already formed, so making a Swarm and enlisting it as ‘extra law enforcement’ may very well be enough to make it look like I am being nice to the new guys while getting funds to buy equipment, a place to live and a base of operations. While our weaponry may not be geared towards lethality, it very well can knock someone out, or make them horny enough that fucking them stupid would be easy.
Not only that, but I WANT to buy my family back. Only my parents, grandmother and my sisters were in here, the rest were visiting family in Dorack Hive, where my aunt rules. By law they would need to come here, register a new Swarm and fight, if they desire, but our whole Swarm was at home, working under my parents, so just a few family members would mean that someone would pick them off, in fact they would probably be picked by the new ‘regents’, just to give them a rough humping before they could take our family back.
I am honor bound to get my parents, grandmother and sisters back… and besides, while humans would degenerate with incest, our genetic code is much stronger. If I am to regain our hive, then I will do so, and I’ll make another generation of royals while at it.
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I know this probably looks horrid, or it would look horrid if a human of the old world looked at it, I mean, I read about humans, what technology remains is pricey as people use more organic technology nowadays, but I have seen films, documentaries and such. I know this is not how humanity would’ve raised a society, not with all their morals and such, but times change, taboos are removed and the species evolve.
Maybe in the future things will be different, after all the surface is practically safe… if you don’t count the overgrown and dangerous flora and the feral insects. Our insects here are for food and used as pets or… ‘relief’. If you are whining about incest I suppose zoophilia will not fare any better, but hey, I don’t give a fuck. I just want whoever finds these to know a bit about everything and to understand that, from human to Terranid, we changed a lot.
Hopefully we changed for the better, but even if we didn’t, I don’t really care much. I just want to get ready, form a Swarm and go fuck that fucking bitch until she begs me to stop!
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I may have said too much. I think this is more than enough for a first recording: Forget about ‘her’ until it becomes relevant. I’ll record again once I have at least some people as part of my Swarm.
First chapter of 'Corhall Hive - Linza's Conquest'. In this introductory chapter you'll find Linza talking to a Memory Crystal: A device used to record both image and audio (Usually) shortly after a little problem rears its ugly head in her home city.
