Chapter 0 - Sewers

Ava awoke groggily her head swimming with the vestiges of the last night's alcohol. She peeled herself off the sweat soaked bed, her vest and pants clinging to the curves of her slender body, her blonde hair itself plastered in an unruly tangle, and reached for the glass of water by her bed. It was still dark, only the flickering lights of the shone through her window. She had been awoken by the sound of alarms, multiple alarms, car alarms, burglar alarms. In the distance a police siren fading. Shouting and distant screams. Re-hydrated somewhat by the tepid water she made her way to the window curious to the source of the cacophony, resisting the temptation to return to bed. The small room needed air so, lifting the blind, she opened to window and leant out to see... 

... a vision of mayhem. The jagged skyline way silhouetted by numerous fires. A few cars raced and screeched along the main street at the end of her alley. In the distance gunshots echoed. below her in the wide alleyway she could see huddled groups of men and women, all writhing and fighting on the ground. Shouts and screams.

She staggered back from the window and found the bed, gathering what scattered clothes she could find; as she gathered also her thoughts. She had been dancing last night while she had heard reports, people were scared of the plague. It had been a quiet night for customers, and many of the girls had been absent but those who were there, such as Ava, were expected to work harder to compensate. Ava didn't believe there was any danger. The plague had swallowed cities in Japan and Asia over a last couple of days, but that was a long way away. Despite its sudden onset and its mysterious and undefinable/un-describable nature (some said it was an alien invasion) surely, she thought, there would be plenty of notice if it started spreading worldwide. She felt panic beginning to grow in her. She had found thigh length nylon stockings and a pair of shorts and put them on hurriedly. Her boots were on the floor beside the door where she had kicked them off and she she had been lying on her pale green sweater. It was still musty and should have been laundered but she was pulling it over her head as she careered unsteadily from her single room apartment. 

The lights in the corridor were dim and, as she approached, it she decided that the elevator was a bad idea. Instead she found herself hurrying down the adjacent stairwell. The adrenalin, exercise and the discipline of coordinating her feet on the rapid descent down the steps was helping to wake her up. At the bottom she paused for a moment considering the door to the lobby but opted for the fire door which banged open as she leaned on the security bar.

As she cannoned out she almost fell into an open manhole. Its cover was lying a few feet away and she wondered why on earth anyone had left it open. Steam rose from he dark hole into the hot humid air of the city. But her eyes were drawn to a couple grinding against the opposite wall between two dumpsters in front of her. A man had a woman pinned against the wall and his trousers were half down around his hips as he thrust vigorously into her, her own legs wrapped around his. Both were grunting and moaning, low, like animals. In the light from the lamp above their flesh seemed oddly greenish with dark veins and blisters. A curious thick sweet smell hung in the air. She looked around to the end of the alley and saw, silhouetted several figures, hunched, shambling towards her with intent and she imagined that she could see red pinpricks of light as if their eyes glowed. And then she heard another noise, right behind her...

She spun around to find herself staring into a visage of pure horror. The slack face was round and swollen with bulging veins. It's mouth hung open and a long blue tongue lashed limply like a stranded eel, splattering flecks of blue fluid dribbled down its chin. It's eyes were glassy, the iris almost white but the pupil was a dark pinprick and the baleful red light that she imagined she had seen in the others was there too. The creature grabbed her, its hand digging into her shoulders and she felt herself being pushed back where she knew the manhole gaped. And she realised that this creature wore the cap and uniform of a police officer. It had been human. 

Feeling her heels pushed back towards the abyss, aware of the other shambling approach of the other creatures ...infected... zombies... she fought desperately pushing against its waist. Her hand pressed against the policeman's holster and in desperation she struggled to free the gun. The horrific face thrust at her, its teeth blue, it's breath stung with the sweet cloyish odour, the hot tongue lashed at her spreading slime across her face. 

But she had the gun free now and pressing it hard against the creatures chin she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. She felt something spray across her face and her mind recoiled as she pushed herself back. Too late she realised she had stepped into the hole behind her and was falling with the weight of the creature falling on top of her. She must have clipped her head on the rim of the hole because, then, everything was black.


She awoke, groggy, for the second time that night. Once more she peeled herself away from her damp resting place, but this time instead of the soft sweaty comfort of her bed it was the cold damp of stone. She pressed her hand against her head. It smarted and there was a swelling but no blood and while her shoulder and back ached there were no broken bones either. Somehow fortuitously she had broken her fall. 

Above her was the dim outline of the manhole, providing the only light, She gained her feet and after a few moments consideration she found the rungs of ladder set in the wall and began to ascend. For all that the horror above she was blind in this sewer and the thought of unseen horrors was worse than those she could see coming. The hole above though was blocked by the bulk of the twice dead police officer. She contemplated pushing it away or pulling it in so that it fell down but she became aware of the groaning of more than one voice and that the inert bulk of the dead cop was jerking as if being tugged. 

They were waiting for her.

With a sudden inspiration she reached up and began to feel around the waistband of the corpse. There was a night stick attached to the utility belt but it was jammed against the body and the rim of the hole and she thought that if she tugged it free it might dislodge the body itself. Then her hand found the hard moulded plastic of the officers flash light and in a moment she had it free and flicked it on. She paused for a moment afraid that the light would drive the lurkers above to further effort but this didn't seem to be the case. Using the light she rummaged through the pouches on the cop's belt. As she did so, she noticed with some discomfort that there was a huge protruding mound at the officer's crotch. She came up with two clips of ammunition. From where she was he could see the gun lying on the ground below, close to where she had fallen. She descended and retrieved it then, after shining the light down the sewer in both directions she chose one at random and headed off.


The tunnel was wide with a channel in the middle along which a sluggish flux ran and enough space on either side to walk. Stains on the wall suggested that, sometimes, the flow may run much deeper almost to her chest. Every twenty yards was a ladder leading up to a manhole cover but after she had ascended the first few and listened to the prevailing shambling, moaning and grunting horde she eventually decided to risk emerging at one she thought was quieter. She was wrong. 

She had pushed away the manhole cover and was just about to pull herself out when turning she saw a couple of the creatures barely a couple of yards from her. They were copulating, doggy style, the woman underneath looked just like the man, her skin pallid and swollen with welts, They had been quite because, despite the fury of their fucking the man had his forearm wrapped over the woman’s lower face while she in turn had her hand jammed into his mouth as if in some parody of passion. They were both looking straight at her with those red pinprick eyes and while they didn't stop humping Ava became aware that they were gradually getting closer, the woman crawling along as the man rode her. A claw like hand reached out for her and the man's arm slipped away leaving the woman's mouth gaping, purple tongue lashing wetly. 

Ava pulled back, her big blue eyes wide. In the face of the approaching she-zombie she could see unmistakable lust and to her own horror she could feel some heat in her own chest. A rush of blood that wasn't entirely revulsion. And she was acutely aware of the sweet odour filling her lungs. She retreated back down the shaft fast, missing rungs as she went and fell heavily at the bottom, but without hesitating she was off at a run and didn't stop until she was sure she was well beyond the reach of the pursuing copulators.


She rested for a while occasionally whipping the torch in either direction to be sure no one was sneaking up on her. The sewer was full of strange noises clicks and bangs. Once or twice she though she heard an angry buzz, like insect wings, echoing down from a distance and in the weak shafts of light from the manholes spaced along the shaft she imagined a couple of times that the buzz was accompanied by dark flittering shadows. Occasionally she heard muffled gunfire from above and there was a distant but ever present background sound of human and non-human screams, cries and moaning. She tightened her grip on the gun and set off again.

Ahead she though she saw another flickering shadow, accompanied again by the buzzing. She hesitated. A little way ahead she could make out a junction, where another passage crossed this one. She moved towards it, keeping her eye on the passage beyond. As she reached the openings she could hear a commotion down one of the side passages. Above the low moan of the zombie monsters there was a man's voice shouting. She shone the light up and could see a group of figures congregated at the limits of its illumination, maybe fifty yards away. 

Obviously the man had seen the light though and immediately he began shouting "You, hey, you... Help!".

She saw lifeless faces turn towards her and fighting her instinct to turn and run in the opposite direction she began to advance, the pistol held out before her. As she approached she could see the man, or at least his feet. He had climbed into some small shelf or ledge in the side of the shaft at about head height. Four of the zombies were congregated around trying to climb up to him and he was furiously kicking away their hands as they tried to pull themselves up. But one of the creatures turned and began to move towards her, undoubtedly attracted by the approaching light. She halted, nervous, momentarily unable to act. Then using her torch hand to steady her pistol hand she pointed the gun at the oncoming creatures head and squinting down the sight, pulled the trigger. 

The recoil caused the beam of her light from the torch in her hand to dance, so she didn't see the impact, but she heard it, a loud slap followed by a heavy thud and when she pointed the torch back the creature was flat on its back, inert, its head a ruin of black and yellow pus and greenish brain matter. 

At the sound of the shot a second creature had left the group and was lumbering towards her. This one was bloated and corpulent and wore grey overalls that bulged against its mass. Further repulsed she fired a hasty shot and this time saw its head twist round as the bullet clipped its temple. But the monster staggered for a moment but didn't stop. Taking more careful aim she hit the creature again, this time squarer. Fluid leaked for the jagged hole in its cranium but again it righted itself. She saw the pinprick red eyes regard her then in bowed its head and began to move towards her in a lumbering gait. Its first few steps were slow but as it picked up momentum, suddenly it was a rolling mass of bouncing blubber charging towards her. Panicked she aimed and pulled the trigger again and this time the monstrosity went down, its head a ruin as it slammed into the ground before her.

She stepped around it to the other side of the channel as the remaining two creatures turned to her. The next one took two bullets and the final one took three before its twitching subsided.



"Thanks, oh, thank you..." the man on the ledge exclaimed as he climbed down. There he stopped perhaps surprised that his saviour was a lithe half-dressed blonde. Ava looked at him in return,. He was middle-aged and short and slightly balding and wore the same grey overalls that the second zombie wore.

"I'm Hector" said the man after a moment.

"Ava"

Hector was a sewer worker, he explained. He and his crew had been trapped after been sent down earlier in the evening to search for bugs.

"Bugs?"

"Yep. Bugs big ones. Size of a child, some of them... of course we didn't know. Reports just said 'big bugs' so we assumed cockroaches... a couple of inches long... or something...". He looked haunted for a moment, then continued. "But when we got down here they were everywhere, monsters, and when they caught our guys...", his eyes tuned to the corpulent zombie that lay face down wearing the same overalls, "...they did that".

Ava followed his gaze, not quite sure she was believing him. 

"Insects did that? Giant insects?".

"Yup, they caught the guys and pumped something inside them.. in their mouths and... we tried to get away but we must have disturbed a nest. While we were running they were swarming out over the city. We tried to get to the surface but everywhere above us the bugs were turning people into monsters and the monsters were making more monsters". He stopped looking at her as if he doubted she could possibly believe him.

"So the bugs infected these people, but they also infected others?" she said to show she was keeping up.

"Yup", and he made an almost apologetic action with his hands on finger poking through a hole. 

She nodded, no more needed to be said on that matter. She had seen the creatures were driven by unnatural lusts with her own eyes.

"How do we get out of here?"

He sighed. "I think it's too dangerous on the streets, here in the centre, but if we follow the flow towards the river we can take one of the storm drains to the harbour where it should be quieter."

He looked around for a minute then having regained his bearings he indicated she should follow and they set off again.

At times they stopped hearing noises, sometimes it was the moan or groan of one of the creatures, other times the angry buzz, accompanied by the flutter of distant shadows. Once they heard the shambling moaning of a large group of the infected coming towards them and were forced to retreat and find an alternate route. At the next junction Hector seemed momentarily lost but another short passage and he lightened up. 

"Just a couple of intersections further along and we should be out and safe" he announced.

She smiled at him, they had come to another intersection and ahead she was sure she could see a wan light complimenting the shafts from the manholes. Were they brighter too? Was it dawn yet? It seemed like endless hours that they had wondered the sewers.

"Look..."  said Hector hesitantly. "I know this sounds weird... me being a married man and all... ", he shuffled embarrassedly in the torchlight his eyes flicking from her eyes to her chest (as men's eyes often seemed to do, she knew) "... but with all of this hiding and stuff and these things and their..." he made a half motion with his hands and she knew he was referring to the copulating, "... well, it kinda leaves me on edge..., if you know what I mean...". 

She nodded, the thought of being hunted by these sex starved monstrosities, revolting though they were, meant that the thought of sex was never forgotten. The tension added something like a curious anticipation, 

"Well maybe... before we get out...we could... " Hector stammered then rallied himself ".. do it... have sex..." he looked at her pleadingly " you and me!".

Her eyes had widened, he must have seen it behind the light. But he held her gaze his own eyes big like a rabbit caught in headlight. The obvious answer would have been no, and they both knew it. But he was right about the tension.. they had been through a lot together... the situation had a definite "last night on Earth" feel to it... and, quite frankly, she had never been the most modest girl.

She reached her hand forward and her fingers stroked his crotch as she gave him a small smile. She could almost smell again the sickly sweet odour that she was now associating with lust. And in turn his face in the full beam of the flash light split with a grin of pure bliss. And then his eyes widened in horror as a pale scaly hand reached around from behind him closed around his mouth and his scream was muffled.

She stepped back as Hector was forced to the ground, his assailant was a hulking brute of a creature and as one arm pinned his chest and head the other was rendering his overalls into tatters. But a second creature, this one skinny and crooked, was already stepping past the two and heading for Ava, its hands like claws reaching for her.

She staggered back in shock, fumbling for the pistol and raised it just as the creature reached her. Pressing it against the creatures forehead she pulled the trigger. There was a click. The magazine was empty. But she was given no time to think about this as the creature grasped her arms one holding the flash light, the other the useless gun and pulling them apart lunged at her, its mouth gaping. With all her strength she managed to repel it a step and in this brief space she lifted her legs half a jump, half suspended painfully by her assailants grip on her arms and with both her knees almost bumping her chin she kicked out straightening her legs fully into her assailants chest. There was a crack of bones and the creature cannoned back, thankfully releasing its grip. But Ava herself was also sent flying back cracking her head painfully against  the sewer wall before falling heavily on the hard floor where she lay dazed. It took  few seconds before the awareness of the circumstances returned. Blurily she could see in the light of the fallen torch the silhouette of the big zombie thrusting on Hector. 

Poor guy she thought, it's sodomising him. Not what he was looking forward to.

Then she saw the other zombie (thank goodness there were only two) raise itself up, Panic suddenly filled her thoughts and she scrambled to find the pistol, Luck or instinct was kind to her as her hand closed over the hilt. A clip was still in her sweater pocket and fiddling as she looked up to see the other zombie, now even more bent and broken regain its bearing and turn toward her she managed to find a latch to release the empty clip. The new one slipped easily into place and as the creature lunged towards her she raised the pistol and this time she was rewarded with a solid percussion that snapped the monster's head back. It pivoted slowly back towards her but she wasn't going to wait to see if it was still active. A second shot ruined its head and dropped its lifeless body.

She got up groggily and staggered toward the torch. And then advanced towards Hector, the weapon held in front of her. 

The big zombie had relinquished its hold on his chest and was now only gripping his hips as it plunged into his ass like a jackhammer. Hector seemed to have given up resistance. He was on his hands and knees his eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth open as he grunted plaintively in time with his sodomiser's thrusts. 

Ava aimed the pistol carefully and pulled the trigger, blowing a dime sized hole in the front of the monster's head. Its didn't stop but instead the creature went into sudden convulsions and Hector followed suite. She fired two more rounds in short succession and the monster spun back a huge organ popping free from the man's posterior leaving a spray stick black fluid arcing through the air as Hector slumped forward. 

She rushed to his side. Dropping her gun she put the torch down next to her shining on him so she could see with both hands free. He was twitching and convulsing. She put an arm around him and getting her shoulder under his chest she raised him into an upright sitting position. His head lolled, his eyes still rolled back, lids flickering. 

His hands gripped her spasmodically as she tried to talk him back to consciousness. The creature had all but torn away his overalls and she noted disturbingly that his cock was erect and was dribbling cum. Despite his ordeal he must have had an orgasm. She didn't dare look to see what damage the monster had caused to his ass but noticed that the veins across his stomach seemed swollen. Then she realised they were darkening and spreading; a network of black veins standing out against his paling skin. And with a shock she remembered what he had said... this is how they spread the infection. 

She tried to push away but his hands had tightened in a death grip as his body shuddered and she was pinned under him by his dead weight leaning on her. There were a popping and slurping noises and he was making a low moaning in the back of his throat as if his body was changing. Then he opened his eyes and looked vaguely at her. She pleaded with him to let her go but there was no sense of recognition as his face swelled and blistered and the black veins spread. It was as if something was growing under his skin - or in his skin. His irises suddenly paled leaving only the pinpricks of his pupils staring at her. Too late she thought of the pistol but he was twisting her arm away as, with sudden intent as he shifted his weight pushing her down so he could bear down on top of her, pushing her legs apart. With a choking noise a gout of black fluid burst from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. She pushed her free hand against his neck to try to keep his yawning face from her

She looked down. His cock was still erect but as she watched the veins spread across it and the whole thing blackened and seemed to swell and grow, spasming as it did so. The foreskin was pushed aside as his knob swelled, a dark glistening purple orb. Between his legs, like some fruit filmed in time lapse his testicles grew and swelled into ripe orbs, the skin stretching and darkening as they did so. As it transformed his organ rapidly grew to at least twice its width and thickness with huge veins swelling and visibly throbbing around the shaft. Now the swollen purple head of his knob had a gaping hole the size of her thumb from which dark fluid was beginning to dribble thickly. 

She tried again to wrestle her hand from him but to no avail; his grip was like a vice. She looked up at him and saw the red embers glowing with malign lust in the pinprick of his pupils as he twisted one of her arms behind her head. He moved over her and she locked her other arm against his chest, desperately trying to keep his face from her. But this didn't prevent him from arching his groin towards her and he began to rub it against her chest. The hard swollen alien flesh pushed and tugged at her breasts, pushing her sweater aside so one of them popped free, a milky orb. The monstrous organ pushed against it smearing black liquid over her sweater and breast and her generous pink nipple, which stiffened involuntarily at the uninvited rubbing. Drops fell on her chest. 

She was powerless she knew, in a position where she was totally at his mercy and she looked up pleadingly at his eyes hoping for some lingering sign of humanity. But there was none, Hector was gone, replaced by this creature. She was at its mercy.

She closed her eyes as it moved its cock to her face, the tip pressing against her chin then pushing against her lips. Her nostrils were filled with the creature's scent and She could taste the fluid, equally sickly sweet as it forced it onto her lips and gums. Her head swam with confused emotions. She had no choice, she knew so, surrendering, she opened her mouth and her lips closed over the head of the monstrous cock. It writhed as if with its own life in her mouth, she could feel its length throbbing and the swollen veins pulsing. The foulness of the fluid tricked into the back of her throat and she swallowed convulsively feeling a heat in her stomach.

She clasped her eyes hard shut to stop the tears and the creature's hand still clasping hers reached around her head pulling it forward, so that it could push more of the length into her mouth. She gagged but the great alien mass was irresistible as it forced its way into her throat. With a huge effort of willpower she forced herself to breath through her nose, forcing the instinctive panic of choking back. Still it pushed in, despite its girth, the foul mucus lubricating it but also she felt a light headedness and unusual calmness as if the creature's fluids were relaxing her muscles, allowing her to accommodate the intrusion. She twisted her arm free and her hand pressed against the swollen orb of its testicles as they came to rest against her chin, intending to push it away but, instead, squeezing the swollen flesh, feeling its contents churning.

Then it began to pump her face, moving its swollen misshapen shaft in her throat with each thrust. Despite herself she could feel her breathing steadying through her nose as she found that she was managing to accommodate the intruding organ with increasing ease as it slid with in her throat. She was adapting to the experience in a way that could never have experienced or explained. Her nipples had hardened further and she realised she was grinding her groin against the creature's shin. Maybe it was the constant stream of sticky sweet black fluid trickling from the organ that she feel in her throat that was drugging her, or the heavy scent in her nostrils. 

Her hand squeezed the heavy orbs of its testicles as it continued, picking up pace. At the edge of her consciousness she began to perceive the city, a throbbing infected mass of flesh thrusting in lust - as if she was connected at some level and to all the creature's, a mass consciousness. Her eyes rolled up and she looked at the swollen dead visage looking down at her and in the pin-prick red glow of those eyes she sensed something greater looking at her, wanting her... Her own groin continued to pushed against the creature's leg. Even through the layers of material it was she could feel her climax building as the Hector monster's cock began to slam into her face. She pushed her head towards its groin, straightening her neck so that its thrusting hips were pushing its cock straight towards her stomach greedy for its vile seed. Her hand continued to squeeze at its potent testicles while she now put her other behind her to steady herself. 

It's hands gripped the back of her head, unnecessarily as it made its final thrust, pressing its groin against her lips, the lower curve of its fat belly on her forehead. She felt its orbs spasm under her fingers and in her throat the giant organ leapt and shuddered as deep down she could feel a jet of heavy fluid, still warm with Hectors dying body heat, gush directly into her stomach. In her mind she could feel a thousand other spasm of orgasm around the city as if she and Hector were part of a single great organism...  orgasm? Somewhere in the middle she sensed a great mind, feeding on the lust unleashed. For a minute the Hector creature held her head firmly as its cock continued to buck within her. Some of the liquid had backtracked and she could taste it, different for the black ichor it was sharp and tangy.

Eventually the gushes seemed to abate as did the vision of the copulating undead hordes and the creature began to slide its cock out of her throat. Cross eyed she could see the slimy swollen shaft as it exited her, softening a little but still firm. When the head slid from the entrance of her throat her mouth was suddenly full of the vile liquid and she could feel something writhing in it like worms or maggots, There was a sudden spasm and another gush of liquid flooded her mouth. She swallow compulsively as if it was nectar and her tongue lashed out, sweeping up more of the fluid, caressing the swollen glans and probing its wide eye. 

She looked up at it looming over her, its red eyes burning as it pulled the cock from her mouth. She had no doubt it intended to continue its copulation with her, but her stray hand had found the barrel of the discarded gun behind her and in one movement she pushed it under the creatures chin and pressing her eyes closed she pulled the trigger.

The shot exploded with a wet thud and she felt a back-spray on her face. She rolled away lest the body fell on her but instead it toppled back. When she stood up shakily Hector's ruined form was spread eagled before her it's head resting in turn on the gargantuan body of its infector, the swollen organ was sticking upright but slowly deflating. 

She turned against the wall and retched but after only getting a small amount of fluid she forced her fingers into the back of her throat. That was enough to empty her stomach of its contents but she was sure that much of the zombies copious ejaculation had already passed into her digestive system. In the torchlight she looked mournfully at what she had brought up... a swarm of dark tadpole shapes squirmed in a yellow gunk.


She waited, expecting to feel and see the dark veins spreading out across her pale skin bit somehow it didn't happen. Hector had turned in a minute but it seemed like she sat for at least half an hour flicking the torch on and off to try to preserve its batteries while keeping an eye on her condition and yet nothing happened, except the creeping feeling that something wanted her. After a while she was actually beginning to feel remarkably better, but with an empty stomach, she was now hungry. 

Perhaps she was immune. The thought lifted her a bit.

She rose shakily and looked around. With the light off she was more certain she could see a faint glow further down the passage she had been travelling. Maybe it was dawn. Hector had told her it was just a few junctions. She flicked the torch on again, aware that its light seemed dimmed and briefly played it over Hector's inert corpse. After the moment of regret had passed she turned and headed off carefully down towards the light.

At the next intersection another ladder reached up and she could see a faint circle of light above her. Maybe she had travelled far enough from the centre now or the daylight would have dispelled the zombies. Deciding an earlier exit might be a credible alternative to continuing to whatever end the drains led to she tucked the gun into her belt and clamping the flash light between her teeth she began to gingerly climb up. She halted her head inches from the cover and listened. She could hear a faint shuffling and scraping sound then after a few moments she heard a distinct low groan. Disappointed she made her way back down the ladder and the headed off again. 

Ahead the light was brighter now and she could see that the tunnel ended at a T-junction where it met a passage running left and right. The light seemed to be coming from the right. She moved forward then halted, flicking the flash light off as she heard a low buzzing noise and a shadow crossed the passage ahead of her. She remembered the bugs Hector had told her about. 

She paused for a while, weighing up her options. She knew the passage ahead must be lead to an exit but what guarantee did she have that it would be clear of zombies? But it would maybe lead to the docks or an open drain, she didn't actually know of any so perhaps they were not easy to access and that might mean clear if she could get past the bugs. And that depended what they were like; she had scant knowledge. 

Steeling herself she moved forward to the junction. When she reached it she gripped the gun and peered around the corner. She could see the bright circle of a daylight ahead just a few hundred yards away. After her night in the darkness it was so bright it almost blinded her. But silhouetted by it the shadows created by the arches of the tunnel before her were deep and dark. She glance the other way down the passage. It seemed clear as the light behind her illuminated it for a distance. Then she retuned her attention to the exit. She could hear the buzzing in front of her, sometimes sharp and angry, sometimes softer. A thought crossed her mind that she didn't know how many bullets were left in the gun. She could retreat to count them but she would have to fall back a good distance before she could risk the flash light. 

Deciding to risk it she moved forward slowly. A few steps further she froze as she saw something move in the shadows. Then another shape flitted across the light. She moved into the side of the passage and raised her gun as a silhouette moved into the light hovering maybe ten metres ahead of her. Her heart raced. It was a bug, it looked like a big fly or wasp, its body maybe a metre in length. She could see its head, thorax from which spindly legs hung and a bulbous, tapering abdomen and it was kept aloft by a pair of whirring double wings, the light from behind it passing through the whirring translucent membrane.

It didn't seem to have seen her but was heading down the passage towards her hovering and making sudden changes in position like a dragonfly. Her heart beat as she tracked it with her gun. Was it going to give her a better target? It moved closer down the opposite side of the passage so she could see more detail, its carapace was a dark iridescent material, the abdomen seemed to have a greenish tint. It had two large red compound eyes and its head now seemed to be tracking her as it jittered through the air. The wings seemed to reflect and refract a kaleidoscope of colours as they moved.

The bug was now less than five metres from her and her finger froze on the trigger. Taking a shot was a risk if it suddenly changed its position. She kept her gun trained, trying to predict its movements. The body was a just a dark form, difficult itself to track, but the colourful wings were much easier to focus on, the changing play of colours formed patterns that were both clear and elusive. And if she unfocused her eyes she could see that there seemed to be movement in the changing rainbow of hues as they flowed and swirled from the wing tips to the dark shadow of the insects body. 

She stepped away from the wall circling towards the flying bug. Its movement had slowed now and she forced herself to relax, taking measured breaths as she followed it. She was feeling calmer now that she knew she had a clear shot. Her heartbeat and breathing were slowing and she was finding the deep buzzing that accompanied the beating wings to actually be soothing. 

She lowered her gun a little so she could concentrate further on the insect itself. She was aware that another one had appeared behind the first but this was slightly smaller and darker. Its wings didn't have the fascinating sheen and beat faster with a higher buzzing and its abdomen was thinner. Somehow she knew it was a male of the same species while the one before her with its wider abdomen was a female. She was now only a couple of metres from it, close enough to make out the iridescent green colours of the creature's lower body, which became semi transparent on its underside. Inside she could see the dozens of small eggs churning in a thick liquid; the swollen centre of the abdomen throbbed with life and tapering into a curved ovipositor that dripped fluid from its gaping opening.

Hector had warned that the bugs had infected people with the zombie virus but he hadn't mentioned how beautiful they were. She was sure that one before her didn't have ill intent towards her but maybe something more primal than just infection; they must have to reproduce as well? Not like the rough forcefulness of the zombies' sex drive, but more natural. The abdomen of the male that was now hovering next to the female also tapered into a tube but this one was reddish and the liquid that dripped from it seemed clear. And now she could hear one behind her as well; its buzz also distinct from the female.

She remained focused on the colourful wings amazed that the creature could be simultaneously both beautiful and repulsive. Like the Hector zombie she could also feel a forbidden fascination to the raw biological promise of the dripping ovipositor as it moved towards her. She knew the creature must be related to the zombie plague and yet she knew it wanted her for a simpler purpose. Before, she had never seriously thought of having children but, now, the thought of carrying this creature's offspring, becoming a vessel and incubator for its eggs, rose in her mind. 

Framed by the scintillating display of its wings the abdomen of the creature bulged with fecund promise. She could feel her nipples hardening and her crotch warm and wet with the dark fantasy. It should have been a revolting, though no one was there to judge her, but, frankly, she could have spent a lifetime swimming in the beauty of its display. She wet her lips and parted them teasing the insect to continue its dance.

One of the males landed on her back and she almost fell forward before steadying herself, its weight probably that of a medium dog. Its limbs wrapped around her, upper arms digging in below her breasts as the lower arms tore and plucked painfully with its barbs at her hips and pants. Irritated by the distraction but keeping her focus on the female she attempted to push away the limbs. but her hands were outnumbered and it seemed determined to claw at her lower garment until it had it way. Without taking her eyes from the beautiful wings of the female, she let the gun drop and her hands unfastened her pants for it. The scrabbling limbs caught on them pulling them down along with her knickers and she she felt the coolness of the tunnel air on her bare ass as it was exposed.  She pulled the constraining clothes down, stumbling slightly as she pushed them past her boots. The male changed its grip, holding her firmly its lower claws wrapped around and dug into her inner thighs making her spread her legs a little.

The female had now risen up a metre and a half in front of her so the tip of ovipositor was level with her face. The whirling colours of its wings filling her field of view. Naked from the waist down she now felt both vulnerable and aroused, as if she, herself, was to be a participant in the mating. She felt the male's organ pressing against and then between her buttocks and she found herself leaning forward a bit as it pulled at her hips. The blunt tip probed and quested around her asshole, smearing a warm sticky fluid its probing insistent but not unpleasant; she moved her hips so it found her anus and matched its circuits as it pushed in. She gasped a little as she felt her sphincter part as tube pushed inside her, forcefully, but gently enough that there was no pain. An inch or maybe two pressed in until it was solidly wedged and she could feel the thickness of the abdomen was too great to enter her further. She bit her lower lip, then she gasped again, her back arching, as it seemed that the tube itself was lengthening with her pushing further into her rectum.

Before her the female was now moving closer inches from her face and she lifted her head fascinated by its display. The male pressed further into her ass as the female's ovipositor brushed her cheek smearing it fluids over her lips. She tasted the saltiness of its ichor and allowed the open tip to be pushed into her, her lips parted around it and her tongue moved against the alien length as it slid into her mouth. Its legs closed on her head as the creature steadied itself although its wings continued to beat. Curving its abdomen it pushed the short tapered length of its ovipositor into her and her tongue traced the ridges of it as it slid in while the thick fluid continued to dribble from its tip making her swallow. The probing flesh of the tube itself reached the back of her throat and continued slipping effortlessly into her oesophagus as its tip lengthened.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed enraptured up at the beautiful creature that was breeding with her. She saw the small eggs churning within the translucent abdomen before her and her mouth suckled on the base of it as her tongue stroked the tube that impaled her. She could feel the length of it still passing down her throat towards her stomach. Her hips were rotating slightly and her body swayed in synchronicity with the throbbing patterns of the female, her bottom moving against the male's abdomen, pressed between her buttocks. The male's shaft seemed to have reached its extent deep within her bowels and she felt the shaft undulating against the walls of her rectum, then a warmth spreading deep within her as it began to pump its hot seed inside her. 

Her hips jolted in pleasure and she grunted over the shaft in her throat, but managed to keep her eyes on the beautiful undulations of its wings even as her legs shook. Then a second male landed on her stomach, its own legs clutching at her, and she felt the wet tip of its abdomen poking at her thigh before it began to climb up her torso. She felt its head pressing against the stretched material between her breasts pulling at her sensitive nipples that poked through her top. The curling tip of its abdominal organ brushed her sex and for a brief moment she managed to still her twitching hips as the male braced its legs around her and pushed the head of its organ into her wet vagina.

She came, immediately, grunting mutely again around the female's egg tube as her hips bucked. Her hands which had been hanging uselessly by her side now came to life, one settling gently on the new male's abdomen the other on the abdomen of the female and she began to fall slowly to her knees, the female following her down even as the ovipositor tube continued to lengthen. Her head fell back so that the insect's shaft was plunging vertically into her stomach as the queen hovered directly over her, wings singing and shining in harmony with Ava's ecstasy.

The new male's abdominal tube began to lengthen and she felt it pushing deep into her quivering vagina making the breaths through her nose quicken. In her ass she felt the first male's tube still pumping its seed into her bowels. Above her she saw the female's bulbous abdomen flex and realised that the tube must have reached her stomach. It began to pulse, as it pushed the eggs down the length of the tube. Visible through the translucence she saw they were probably no larger than a grape although the bulge in the tube as they passed was the size of a small egg. The first passed her lips effortlessly pushing by her tongue and then into her throat. She felt a pressure as it reached the mouth of her throat but it forced its way in even as the second was pushing into her mouth and, soon, a constant stream of eggs were pushing their way down her throat, a feeling of fullness as they began to fill her stomach.

And  then the male's tube found the entrance of her cervix and, pushing in, it began to pump its own hot seed, straight into her womb and her mind exploded with white hot ecstasy.

Now her eyes closed, no longer did she need to see the beauty of the queens wingbeats to swim in her role of broodmare. Her hips bucked, her insides quivered, she could feel the tips of three organs penetrating her orifices moving prehensily inside her, spreading their seed and eggs within her cavities. She rocked forward, her hands clasped her breasts and she began to knead them, squeezing her sensitive nipples as waves of orgasm rocked her. Pressure built in her viscera as the two males continued to pump their seed into her bowels and womb even as the stream of eggs into her full stomach began to abate and she felt the ovipositor beginning to withdraw. 

As it slid from her throat her tongue found its hollow tip as she swallowed the sweet, sticky nectar that oozed from it. The males had also completed their tasks, their own tubes sliding slowly free but still pumping their seed, filling her vaginal passage and colon with warmth as they withdrew. Her lips suckled at the tip of the ovipositor as it pulled out of her mouth, then she felt the queen begin to crawl down her back, at the same time the male which had seeded her ass pulled free and took off with a soft buzz while the other pulled its tube from her labia, leaving their sticky effluent to run out of her holes and down her inner thighs and leaving her panting, still on her hands and knees.

The male beneath her began to climb her chest, its head antennas pushing past her breast giving her little shocks of pleasure from her sensitive nipples as the bug clambered and pulled itself over the taut material trapping her breasts. It was tawny and dull coloured, unlike the incandescent beauty of the queen, but she saw her smile reflected in the red, compound eyes; its sole purpose, like hers, was to serve their queen and her eggs and she felt a great camaraderie and love. As it climbed over her face and onto her shoulders she allowed her mouth to trace slide across its abdomen, until it found the seeping, hollow tip. She closed her mouth over it, sucking and was pleased as she felt it push in. Her tongue licked the stray seed and, when she felt the fleshy tube beginning to extend towards her throat, she understood.

On her back she felt the queen rotating, its potent abdomen poised over her buttocks and, with a thrill of anticipation, she shifted her legs, spreading her thighs as wide as she could , raising her bottom to her iridescent mistress while simultaneously lifting her head to allow the male a straight path. As the male's sex organ slid into her throat she felt the tip of the queen's ovipositor probing between her buttocks and then, finding her well exercised sphincter, push inside. She grunted with pleasure as both reproductive organs slipped into her well lubricated passages at both ends of her digestive tract. She began to rock gently back and forward and heard the queen's approving buzz. Crude though the mammalian act of reproduction was, her master race was happy to indulge her this display as a reward for her submission. With her chest held close to the ground, her breasts rubbed against the rough floor, the friction adding to the pleasure.

The male's tube had traversed her oesophagus, its abdomen began to pulse and she felt it begin to shudder in her throat as it began to spraying a hot seed over the eggs that the queen had deposited in her stomach, fertilising them. And now she knew she bore the viable offspring of the insects. Then the queen's organ reached its depth within her colon and she felt the first of the eggs pushing at the ring of muscle of her anus, felt it submit and part and then felt the undulating columns of eggs moving into her rectal passage, a steady, throbbing pressure. She bucked, then managed to control herself, holding still, keeping her ass raised as she felt the eggs slipping free from the tube, deposited into the fertile seed-flooded warmth of her bowels. 

She kept her position as the insects fertilised her, waves of love and passion washing over her, and she thought she could hear the new fertilised offspring singing to her. Then they each began to withdraw. As the male's tube exited her throat her mouth was filled with its hot seed, making her choke and splutter as she struggled to swallow it. The male pulled away, leaving the residue dripping from her chin as it flew off and the female withdrew its organ. 

Ava knew what was coming now, She pressed her chest to the ground whimpering in anticipation, lifting her bum up as high as possible with the female still perched on her back. She felt the soft tip of the ovipositor stroke the lips of her labia and her sensitive clitoris, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Then it pushed in between her swollen nether-lips and she bit her lips, managing to stifle her immediate climax. The fleshy tube began to slide into her warm vaginal passage as she quivered, her own juices mixing with the sticky seed that the male had deposited. She moaned and gasped at each inch of progress then she felt it reach the entrance of her cervix and begin to push inside, making her back jolt. Then it had breached her womb and she felt the first of the eggs press against the mouth of her vagina and push inside. 

Immediately she came, and continued coming as the procession of eggs worked their way down the tube the undulating bulges massaging her vaginal walls as they progressed driving her to wave after wave of orgasm. Her hips bucked, her hands slapped the floor and her legs thrashed and danced while she cried and drooled open mouthed over the concrete under her face. The first egg reached the entrance of her cervix and was forced inside, followed by the remainder, spilling out so settle in her womb, already flooded with the male's seed, fertilising them instantly, fulfilling her purpose. Her head spun with the pleasure and joy and the last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling back as the sensation and love overwhelmed her as she felt her legs collapse under her and she fell flat on the floor.


When she regained consciousness the queen had finished and departed her womb. She heard her comforting buzzing and raised her face from the pool of saliva and spilled seed on the concrete below her. The queen was hovering just in front of her, her fluttering wings still spinning scintillating patterns of colour from the light behind. Ava understood the guidance, unsteadily she got to her feet, her legs shaking beneath her. The queen began to back away again and Ava followed obediently, staggering towards the bright sunlight at the tunnel entrance. 

Then the queen slipped sideways, and was gone. For a moment Ava was lost, but she realised she now still had a role to play, carrying the queen's new brood to new hosts. 

She began to shuffle forward, her feet still unsteady. Coolness around her nethers reminded he that she had lost her pants somewhere in the passage. And the gun. But rather than turn round she continued towards the daylight where her destiny awaited. 

Shambling shapes moved against the light and as she emerged from the mouth of the tunnel they began to converge. Green grey, infected zombies converging on her, their intent clear at the sight of their erections pressing from their groins, She staggered sideways, trying to skirt around them. She knew she should not be sharing the brood with infected vessels, but she was still weak and the first of them managed to grab her arm with a lunge and then pushed her against the concrete wall of storm drain. She attempted to pummel and pushed it away but she lacked the strength to prevent it from pressing up against her and she felt the hard swollen flesh of its infested organ pressing against her thighs, questing for her groin. 

Then the was a short, pneumatic sound and her assailant's head snapped to the side, black fluid leaking from a fresh hole in its temple as it began to fall, lifelessly, pulling her down with it. As she tumbled she saw other infected were also falling to the ground and lean figures in urban camouflage, armed with automatic weapons were moving towards her. She struggled to rise again, but could no longer even raise her head. 

Then a voice behind said: "Looks like we have a ripe one". Strong hands grabbed her arms, pulling her upright and a bag of some material was pulled over her head, obscuring her vision. Before she could start panicking she felt a sharp prick on her shoulder and, again, darkness fell...
