The Rover steadily hummed through the desert of Hawth.
"Oh look, a particularly boring rock formation. My sixth
sense says we should take a closer look at it. $!&$
found the sixth sense of the <|** most amazing, so they
stopped the Rover and went out. "$ (just a load of shist)"
she said and then heard a suspiscious noise and saw a
flash from her eigth eye and... "!! (DOWN!!)"
$!&$ pinned her friend to the ground with her giant body.
Before Nyani could ask her if she WAS a Lesbian Raepspider
after all, the Rover exploded.
Nyani couldn't move a limb. $!&$ had webbed her into a cocoon
and now gently bit into her jugular. "*<<<* $<<<* &&%
%%$ %$% */* (This is my strongest poison. I never had a prey
that large. Monkey, you won't feel a thing...)" Then she
slid down and squirmed her proboscis into Nyanis vagina.
(Easily accessible and most wet. Suck Suck Suck!)
"MMMMH...OOOH...just keep on...AAAAH!" "*/*
"If this is heaven, it suspicuously looks like our good old
station..." Nyani thought when she opened her eyes. $!&$ had
improvised an infusion stand which gave back the liquid of
life. "$&!$ *<<<* <%< %§! //$ *<<$ (The cocoon was airtight and
my poison kept you in suspended animation. Minimized water loss.
Last resort wild guess. Hadn't even expected to be able to
reanimate you. Thank our technologically superior medicine
possibilities!)" "Message to HQ..." "% (Out.)"
Nine days later...
"Aranja HQ just sent the new Rover model. AND the new
protection suits. Spider, did you know that your young ones
can solve differential equations in their head within two weeks?"
"|/ |* &&%* (absolutely normal for little Aranjas)" $%!$
smiled. "||* &$&$ (Time for your biology lessons!)" she
called out. "// $$$ <$/ <<<*$ (And be gentle with her,
the last time I nearly had to reanimate her again!)"
Nyani might have said something but within seconds, she
already was bound and gagged (for her health - last time
she squealed herself hoarse) and at the mercy of a dozen
curious spider junior scientists exploring all parts of
her body.
"I bet it's nothing but boring rock formations today",
yawned Nyani. "§%// (you'll never know)" retorted $!&$.
An Earthling would have translated her name approximately
as "Web of Science"...if he hadn't run away screaming,
since $!&$ looked about like a two meter tall spider. She
was of the Aranja (or better: &&%**) race, who made
an alliance with Earth (after some initial screaming
away-running, but it certainly helped in the end that
the Aranja were technically much higher developed).
In any case, Nyani called $!&$ simply "Spider" since they were
the only intelligent beings (sadly, even in 2103 computers
couldn't be called intelligent) on the small Hawth exploring
station. As Nyani apologized: "Sorry, as a Xhosa I belong
to the few humans who get the ! right, but
"%&§* &&<> $%$ (Webtech has announced they finally
engineered an affordable protection suit. It will come
unto the market next year.)" "Fine, then I won't have to
run around naked on Hawth anymore. Maybe you're secretly
a Lesbian Raepspider!" (In absence of affordable protection
suits for the chronically underfunded science teams, the
low-tech solution, plus hundred water canisters in the
trunk of the Rover, had proved to be the best countering
of the unbearable heat of the Hawth desert. $!&$
had a natural advantage anyway, due to her exosceleton,
which cut down water losses.)
The &&%*-<|* translator still struggled with the "raepspider".
When Nyani finally had made the concept clear, $!&$ could
only "<<< (bounce in the net laughing)". "*/* <|** &/&%*
&&& <<< (Monkey, you Earthlings and your wacky procreation
schemes!)" "Wacky?" "&&§& |!! $!$ !!* $§ (you let your young
ones grow inside you, and then they even come into the world
incomplete)" $!&$ stated firmly. Nyani grumbled. Spider had a
point. No wonder they were the technologically higher race.
"! (OWCH!) $&$ (Zombie flies!)" $!&$ pointed to the sky.
"<<§ &<&< $<|*! §§ &&%* $ !" (A giant solar flare must have
overloaded the electronics! Shitty earth model! Ours would
not explode!)" $!&$ let off a few more $ and & even the
translator refused to translate, while Nyani cautiously
approached the smoldering ashes. "Fuck! There went our
water reserves! Antennas are completely ruined too!
We're dead! Or at least I'm dead. If you take your eight
legs in your hands and run, you might make it. Your heroic
attempt to save me just gave you a scorched exosceleton.
I'll be a dry husk even halfway to the station."
"*<<< (dead?)" "Deadly sure. Hey, no point that you take
risks. Use all resources! Only in a bad science fiction now
some holiday cruiser took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and
lands beneath us asking for direction. You can do nothing
for me so kill me on the spot and suck me dry, I'm litres
and litres of water! Earth HQ must know this technical
flaw at all costs!"
"§$&* <<<$ (Hey, I'm not a cannibal! Is this no joke?)"
"I'm in dead earnest, dear friend and colleague."
$!&$ let out the equivalent of a sigh. If */* even didn't
call her Spider, she was in earnest.
"Oh my, you ARE some Lesbian Raepspider. The orgasm killed me,
not your poison. Are you OK too?" "§ (Not quite.)"
"But what..." "** /$ %/ <%% *%* %%|| (I'm carrying
fertilized eggs. They overheated. I urgently need
a place of constant temperature and moistness since they are
not yet ready to hatch and lack the technical ressources!)"
"You're a mother? Pregnant?" "*** (Mother, yes.)" "Ha, Earth
HQ wouldn't have let me fly into space in that condition!
Oh, your friend with the wacky procreation scheme has an idea.
It's the least I can do for you when you saved my black ass
even risking the life of your breed in return.
Just hurry up while I'm conveniently numb since this ain't
the standard procedure for Earth girls."
The ovipositor felt almost as good as the proboscis...
Nyani held her swollen belly. "It feels like your young are
hatching. Quick, bring me to orgasm again so that my cervix
opens! Earth births hurt like fuck and I anyway don't want
your brood stumbling around in my innards asking for
directions!" $&!$ webbed a string to Nyanis clit and set it
into vibration. (She had used the spare time to study
Earthling anatomy some deeper.) Nyani squealed.
"Oh Gooood...they're coming out...little legs
pitterpattering over my G spot..." "*** */*" the tiny
aranjas clicked (if you fucking paid attention, you can
translate it yourself) and jumped at Nyanis nipples. Since
they were essentially grown ups, they evidently didn't need
directions. SUCK SUCK! "$|/| %&/ (It's OK, as long it's
liquid and nutritious our physiology is compatible)"
$&!$ tried to dismiss the fears of...oh, little Monkey
already "died" from orgasm again. Nevermind.
SUCK!
Nyani "died" a hundred times. Just on that day. And on the
following. Mind you, she laid back and let the Aranja kids
do the science...
The End