Xenofestation 1-02: Beached

By Paragonas Vaunt

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is now also available as part of the omnibus collection Xenofestation Sequence 1 - Principia Germinis.

Obscenity is the mother of invention as the challenges keep mounting up for mercenary explorer Lieutenant Ortiz. Collecting alien specimens for the Xenoplantation Programme is hard enough without a Droon scout carelessly destroying all her carefully-placed traps, and on top of that she has an unruly troop of mercenary hunters who keep getting in her head. Still, perhaps she can use one problem to solve another, in a novel and highly satisfying manner...

Meanwhile, Amber Codrington arrives at the deep-space facility where she will commence her participation in the Programme. But even as her body is being prepared for its new role as a host for alien young, in ways both arousing and embarrassing, she wonders if anybody can ever truly be ready for the rigours and weirdness of being implanted by an alien...

Twelve women. Sixty aliens. One purpose. Xenofestation 1-02 - Beached is the second episode of a series of darkly erotic sci-fi adventures of oviposition and alien implantation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paragonas Vaunt
• Release date: Mar 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005391256

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Xenofestation 1-02

~BEACHED~

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This is a work of erotic science fiction, and a very rude one at that. Intended exclusively for an adult audience, it graphically depicts scenes of a highly sexual nature and situations of peril/horror.

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Cunt Quotient: 2

Fuck Factor: 37

Cock Contingent: 4

Cover imagery by Celia McKinley

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

Entry 1-02/A – Beached

Entry 1-02/B – Hooks In

Entry 1-02/C – Induction

Entry 1-02/D – Sprung

Entry 1-02/E – Sink or Swim

Entry 1-02/F – Overtaken

Entry 1-02/G – Nothing Normal

Entry 1-02/H – Taken Over

Coming Next…

Note From The Author…

Hatching Now…

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Entry 1-02/A - Beached

Canabrae IV

There he is. There’s the fucker.

Ortiz wasn’t sure at first whether it was Livvy or Vonica who had spoken, though in fact neither had. The message had come via her nexus, straight into her mind as directly as if she’d had the thought herself.

It was Vonica who had nexed, her thoughts softer, gentler than Livvy’s, but with her filthy mouth still on show even when her lips hadn’t made a single movement, weren’t even within a kilometre of the spot in the hollow of a tree where Ortiz sat and viewed for herself the drone feed Vonica was sending.

A long ribbon of sandy shoreline. A snaking boundary between two worlds.

Life on Canabrae IV had evolved much like it had on Terra. And, like on Terra, it had arisen in the broad oceans before rising up to colonise the land. Plants, birds, lizards, placentals.

And a whole profusion of insects.

Unlike Terra, though, a cataclysmic upheaval around a billion years ago had opened up massive sub-ocean vents, belching forth countless millions of tonnes of sulphur and sodium and potassium salts. Virtually all the marine life had gone extinct overnight.

Life in the oceans had had to start all over again. And it had done just that, sparking up on arsenic and iron, rather than the carbon base of the land biome. Anaerobic rather than aerobic.

Now, the two halves of the planet were entirely incompatible, inimical to each other. A billion years after the geological calamity that had split the world, great leafy forests teeming with vibrant life spilled over every inch of land, while the seas thrashed with all manner of plants and animals of an entirely different fork of the evolutionary road. And, at the shoreline, the tide swept a border where neither enemy could survive, a demilitarized zone bereft of either.

That was where the Droon scout had landed his craft.

What went on between the Terran Diaspora and the Droon hadn’t really reached the level of something one could call a war, because the Droon didn’t really engage in anything organised enough to describe as war. They didn’t follow any rules, certainly not of military engagement, they had no concept of combatants or non-combatants, no proprieties or niceties of behaviour, and seemingly no concept that things might be somebody else’s property rather than theirs to take and use as they pleased. In the fifty years since the Droon had first been encountered, humankind had been engaged in a kind of perpetual skirmish action against a race who acted towards other species more like individual amoral scavengers than an organised collective. Ortiz supposed they must have at least some organised society, since their technology was at least as advanced in many respects as Terra’s, but nobody had ever penetrated far enough behind the porous border of what could