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Ultimate Dirk… loses.
The details don't really matter, do they? He loses. At the end of everything, when the dust settles, there are winners and there are losers- and Dirk has lost. When Dirk stands at the end, he only feels tired, and regretful, and ashamed for all the steps he took to get to this place. It all feels kind of pointless. Maybe he was destined to lose all along the moment he started on this path.
There's not really anything he can do but make amends, as best he can. His friends can't even look at him, not really. They don't want anything to do with him, not after everything he did to ruin their lives in the name of pursuing a continuing narrative that turned out to be unneeded.
So in the aftermath, he submits himself to his (former) friends' wills. They aren't sure what to do with him, but Kanaya is the one to step up and offer a suggestion. Strider took so many lives, she says with a grim expression on her face, so it should only be right that he helps to replenish what he has taken. We'll give him to the breeding caverns until he has provided a new life in place of all those he has extinguished.
No one else can think of a better alternative, so Dirk bows his head and accepts it. The others have reached into his chest and severed his connection to the narrative, to his own powers even, so he has no control over what will happen. It's probably for the best. The last time he started getting even a modicum of control, he…
Well, everyone knows what happened. He won't try and repeat his mistakes, but it's best for everyone if he simply can't repeat them.
He's taken to the caverns of the Mother Grub by a contingent of jades. Unlike on Alternia, jades aren’t the only ones permitted to assist in the breeding caverns and they’re not restricted to living only in the caverns, but it seems that some traits are bred into the different castes by the nature of troll biology and so jades just naturally drift towards working in the breeding caverns.
The main troll in charge of overseeing his punishment, Dirk learns, is named Riomax. He’s tall and lanky and seems to be always looking down on everyone around him. He’s also the head of the breeding caverns.
“Strip,” Riomax orders with a sneer, when Dirk’s shackles have been removed. Dirk has promised his good behavior, his cooperation, and so has been allowed some leniency. Like not having to be bound for his stay here. “Let’s see what breeding meat has been sent to us.”
Dirk silently obeys, feeling vulnerable and exposed- but that’s part of the punishment, isn’t it? Another Jade bundles up his clothes and whisks them away, leaving Dirk standing there in the middle of a cave with trolls all around paying him a range of attention, from merely sneaking glances to openly leering at him.
Riomax looks Dirk up and down with an assessing gaze, taking in the pussy between Dirk's thighs. After a moment, he sniffs dismissively. "Fine. I suppose you'll do." He turns on his heel and brusquely strides away, crooking a finger over his shoulder for Dirk to follow.
There's nothing to it. Dirk simply follows. He walks naked through the breeding caverns after Riomax, gaze kept forward, ignoring the slow flush of embarrassment starting to work his way down his chest as they pass trolls of all castes, though most of them are jades.
They move past the living quarters, where trolls live, and grub chambers, hosting hatched trolls who are too young to look after themselves. They go further in, past hot springs with other naked, relaxing trolls in them. Many have heavy, bulging bellies.
"Fetch me Viborn," Riomax snaps to a mousy-looking bronze troll, who hurries off. In short order, she returns with another jade dressed in long robes, who looks at Dirk, then Riomax with a flatly unimpressed expression.
"What is this?" She asks.
"Our newest 'volunteer' breeding meat," Riomax says with a huff and roll of his eyes. "Even you must have heard the news."
"Yes."
There is a distinct sense of unpleasantness in the gaze Viborn directs his way. Dirk tries not to think about who this troll may have been close to that died as a result of his actions.
"Take him and get him clean." Riomax steps aside and Viborn tips her head in acquecience.
"Come," she says and leads Dirk past the main swath of hot springs to one with no other trolls in it. She beckons and another troll hurries over with bathing supplies. Viborn all but throws a cloth in Dirk's face and orders him to scrub himself down in the pool.
"If this were Alternia," Viborn remarks casually as Dirk cleans himself, "the Mother Grub would eat you for not being a jade."
Dirk keeps his head down. "I am thankful this is not Alternia, then," he mutters. The water stings on his skin.
"You should be."
Dirk bites his tongue to stop himself from saying anything else, there's no point. Instead, he just cleans himself under Viborn's stern gaze until she's satisfied, then rinses himself off.
"Acceptable," is what she says. "Now come with me, broodmeat."
She takes him deeper into the caverns, where the ground is softer and slightly damp. Everyone here ignores them aside from some polite nods or bows to Viborn. Riomax is waiting for them in a gigantic chamber, a scowl on his face as he taps his foot, but Dirk’s gaze is drawn to the massive creature resting against the far wall.
The mother grub.
It’s as big as a house, with an almost slug-like shape and face. Its face is nestled into a massive pool of slurry, which trolls are continually topping off with fresh buckets. Along its side, quite a number of trolls are all lying on the ground on their backs, tendrils extending from the mother grub pushed into their nooks. With stomachs in various stages of swollen, it’s quite obvious what’s happening- the trolls are acting as receptacles for the eggs being laid by the mother grub.
“You’ll be tied up,” Riomax tells Dirk, leading him over to the line of trolls. “We can’t trust your pathetic human body not to panic at the first deposit.” He taps the shoulder of a particularly round-looking cerulean, who looks up at him with dazed eyes. Riomax and Viborn work to free the troll from the mother grub’s ovipositor, tugging firmly on the slipper appendage before it slides free, the tip closing up.
They usher the troll away and then push Dirk down into the now-open divot in the stone floor. Riomax whips out a length of rope and makes short work of binding Dirk’s legs into a frog tie and his arms behind his back as Viborn holds the ovipositor steady.
“Try to relax,” Riomax drawls, a mean smirk on his face as he bends over Dirk, sliding both hands between Dirk's thighs and gripping his pussy, spreading it wide. Dirk jerks a little at the touch, hissing and turning his face away, heat rushing into his cheeks.
Something wet and hot rubs up against his hole, slippery and probing, and then it pushes into him. The thick tendril of the mother grub wiggles back and forth, then seems to surge forward and deep into Dirk until it shoves right up against his cervix.
The sensation of being filled is enough to drive the air from Dirk's lungs, making him gasp for air.
"All the way in?" Riomax asks, addressing Viborn, who frowns slightly and runs her hand over Dirk's lower belly, pressing firmly.
"Seems like it," she confirms. "Deeper than I would have expected."
"Must be a slut. Is the mother grub locking?"
Viborn's fingers rub back and forth. "Not yet. Give it a moment."
Faintly, Dirk thinks to himself, …locking?
In his cunt, there's a deep feeling of being spread. A cold wash of unease floods Dirk's body and he jerks against the ropes binding him, gasping at the pressure and the sensation of something wiggling against his cervix. He's never felt anything like it before- hot and pleasurable and aching in a way that has his brain melting. He's never really been sensitive down there, but this is a whole new level of feeling.
Deeper than anything's ever gone before, something wiggles and then presses into him, sliding easily through his cervix, into the virgin space of his womb, and Dirk chokes out a frantic groan, panting and starting to sweat. A ripple, pulsing through his cervix, his mind melting- and then something in his womb hooks, tugging firmly on his cervix as if testing that a lasso will hold.
"Lock successful." Viborn stands up, brushing her skirts down. "Check on him in a few hours." She sneers, her gaze disdainful, but Dirk is too dazed to really feel anything about it, too busy experiencing a rhythmic kind of pulse deep in his cunt where the mother grub seems to be flexing its ovipositor within the tight clench of his cervix.
Riomax sniffs. "He's not my first human broodmeat, Viborn." She says nothing in response, leaving, and Riomax places his hand where hers was, feeling out the shape of the mother grub inside of Dirk. The touch makes sweat break out over Dirk's body- his neck, his pits, the backs of his knees- and he groans, head rolling back as his body shudders.
"Slut," Riomax mutters. "Bet you volunteered for this, didn't you?" A mean smile slides onto his face as his fingers run down Dirk's belly, down to his cunt, where he begins to scrape his nails over Dirk's stiff clit.
"W-wait-" Dirk gasps, writhing under the touch, the sensitive bud completely vulnerable to Riomax's cruel teasing. The trolls on either side of him seem to be lost in their own bliss, moaning and panting and drooling, but Dirk is all-too aware of the attendants in the room that aren't occupied, seeing him- him, Dirk Strider- fallen from grace and ready to be stuffed with troll eggs.
"No," Riomax replies, pinching Dirk's clit and pulling. Dirk feels his body arch out of his control, an embarrassingly loud moan bursting from his throat at the cruel pain flooding his body. "You're nothing more than broodmeat now, Strider." He scoffs, letting go and Dirk falls back to the floor, trembling and panting. "I used to look up to you all, the pantheon that created our world- but look at you now. Betrayer. Unworthy."
He pinches again, harder, and tears start to bead in Dirk's eyes as his body rocks between the deep pleasure starting to throb in his cunt and the sharp pain in his clit.
"By the time the breeding caverns are done with you, everyone will know the truth of you," Riomax says with a cruel satisfaction clear in his voice. "That you're nothing more than a pathetic, uppity, worthless, whore."
Dirk's eyes roll back as shame rushes through him, cumming with a whimpering gasp, unable to deny how good it feels to be stuffed full, to be bullied like this by someone who is, by all metrics, lesser than him.
Godtier he might be, but he's not a God anymore. This troll is right. He's nothing more than a vessel for troll reproduction.
Broodmeat.
It's humiliating, just how wet he is, how readily his body is welcoming the throbbing tendril of the mother grub. Did his friends see this in him, when they were agreeing on his sentencing? Did they somehow know he was wanton like this, so easily subdued with a bit of pleasure, a bit of pain?
There's no way for him to know, not unless his friends come and see him down here, in the depths of the breeding caverns. He doubts they will. They're probably content to brush him under the rug and move on with their lives as he works to repay his debt, works to replenish the world of all the lives he had a hand in destroying.
Riomax leaves him, tied and helpless and waiting to be filled. Dirk can only lie there in the smooth divot of the stone floor, cunt clenching and relaxing around the pulses of the mother grub's ovipositor as it slowly shifts inside of him.
He closes his eyes and waits. He has no idea how long it is before the first egg comes- but he feels it when it pushes up to his entrance, spreading him open wider around it and grinding into his g-spot as it moves up towards his cervix. He gasps, thighs tensing in a reflexive push to try and shove out the intrusion, but his efforts are pointless. The mother grub pushes the egg up into him in steady little pulses, an inch at a time, until it bumps against his cervix.
Dirk shudders. His body clenches, relaxes. He's starting to feel floaty, his vision unfocused, his pussy hot and aching. There's a deep, shameful pit inside of him waiting to be filled- and he wants it. He imagines himself opening up, the pressure against his cervix forcing his body into submission, the egg squeezed through and into his body as his clit throbs with the aching desire to be touched again.
He finds himself begging, silently, for Riomax to come back and touch him. He wants to cum again- wants to lose himself in the sensation of being filled and hurt. The first egg bullies into him womb and settles low, a new and unfamiliar weight, and Dirk moans. His self-control is breaking.
The second egg comes. Smaller than the first, it slips inside with barely a strain. The third follows, heavy and mean, and Dirk feels himself straining, tearing up, cervix forced open wide around the thickness of it.
He cums around the fourth egg, slender and short. The pulsing of the mother grub's tendril is like a wave, rocking him deep inside. There's no way to fight it. Dirk doesn't want to fight it. Why was he fighting anything in the first place? How stupid. Being filled up like this, being a host for the mother grub's eggs, feels good. He just wants so, so badly to touch himself, to be allowed to furiously rub himself to completion again and again until he's drifting and drooling…
But he's not able to take his pleasure into his own hands. Maybe that's part of the punishment. Maybe he's only allowed what he's given. Maybe he's only allowed what the mother grub gives him. That would make sense, right? He doesn't know, but the fifth egg is here and it's so, so big…
Dirk loses himself to the sensation of being filled. He doesn't know how many eggs are pushed into his belly, only that they keep coming and coming until his stomach feels so tight and swollen.
A hand touches his shoulder and he heaves in a gasp at the unexpected feeling, eyes flying open to look up at a new troll. Bronze, broad shoulders and a square jaw, bull-like horns- she smiles a little meanly as she looms over him.
"Enjoying yourself?" She coos, hand moving from Dirk's shoulder to his belly, rubbing at the swell there, and Dirk groans faintly at the feeling of the eggs shifting about inside of him, rolling about his womb. "You're him, right? The fallen adversary… Heh, I thought you'd be… bigger."
"Sorry to disappoint," Dirk rasps, watching as she undoes the button on her pants and shoves them down.
"Oh, that remains to be seen," she says, a glint in her eyes as her hand slides down to her nook and fists around her emerging bulge. "I heard one of your big, grand speeches, you know- very proper. Very villainous. Pretentious too, you annoying bastard." Her rusty brown bulge hovers over his face, dripping slime, and Dirk looks up at it for only a moment before opening his mouth and letting her feed the tip inside.
"Mmm- yeah, that's what I thought," she purrs, immediately moving to reposition herself in order to thrust her entire length into his mouth and down his throat. He chokes on it, body jerking and toes curling, but she doesn't seem to care, beginning to fuck his mouth. "We get humans down here from time to time, you know?" Dirk can't see anything past the motion of her hips, but he can hear the curl of her lips, the laughing disdain in her voice. "Real freaks, all of 'em. I knew you wouldn't be any different, not after accepting this punishment."
Dirk could debate with her all day about his reasons- but with his mouth stuffed, he can't get out more than a wet gurgle as he struggles not to choke on the tapered length ravaging his throat. She hammers away with no thought for his inability to breathe or the reflexive tensing of his throat, only groaning and fucking away harder until she spills thick genetic material into his stomach.
His head is swimming with the need for air by the time she finally pulls out, struggling with the black edges that were starting to creep in around his vision. She buttons herself back up and smirks down at him, giving his cheek a light slap. "See you around, mister adversary," she drawls and then moves away, leaving Dirk panting and shuddering.
Her visit seemed to be all that was needed to grant permission for others to come… use him, as once she leaves a new jade promptly takes her place and Dirk isn't just being filled by eggs anymore- he's being filled at both ends until the swell of his stomach isn't just eggs, but his stomach being stuffed full of genetic material from different trolls.
It's a relief when Riomax returns, looking down at him. "I see you've been busy," he drawls, sniffing dismissively. "Whore."
Dirk shudders in place, unable to refute his casual disregard. He is a whore, like this- but not for money. He's a whore for repentance, selling his body in exchange for restitution.
Riomax removes the mother grub's tendril from his body and unties him. When Dirk fails to stagger to his feet, unused to the new weight in his belly, Riomax rolls his eyes and calls for a 'Purmah', who ends up being a cerulean troll who lifts Dirk easily in her arms.
"I'm tasking you with making sure he gets fed regularly," Riomax tells Purmah, who nods. "No need for him to die on us, even if he gets revived- who knows what effect it would have on the eggs inside of him."
"I'll ask my moirail for help," she murmurs in a shockingly soft voice before she carries Dirk up out of the mother grub cavern. Dirk gives into the exhaustion plaguing his body and falls asleep in her arms, feeling heavy and sore, his body aching from the intrusions forced upon it.
He wakes up when she settles him into a hot spring with dozens of other trolls in various states of incubation, their bellies swollen and full. He's the only human there and he can feel all eyes looking at him with various levels of emotion- but none of them approach, only starting to chatter with each other and the attendants around the room.
(In the days, weeks, years to come- Dirk will come to understand that the hot springs are a place where he won't be touched- something about the role the waters play in egg development. Most often, it becomes the place where he sleeps, catching up on lost rest however he can.)
Purmah sits next to his head on the rocky edge of the pool, entirely uninterested in talking to him as she begins to tap away on her phone. Dirk has a feeling that she cares little for him other than as a task to look after, not unlike a pet. If he slides underwater, she'll fish him out, so he closes his eyes again and falls back asleep, letting the hot water soothe the aches of his body.
When she pulls him out and gets him dried off, he feels much more like a person again. Just… a person with eggs stuffed inside his womb. He rests one hand on his belly, wondering how big it will get as he's ushered along. Like the trolls around him carrying eggs, he's not given any clothes- it almost feels natural, despite being such a new state- so coming face-to-face with another human is a moment of sudden, shocking readjustment.
"Holy shit, is that Dirk Strider?"
Dirk freezes. He hadn't heard anyone approach, only looking dazedly at the floor as he's ushered along, and now suddenly there are eyes on him that he wasn't expecting, eyes that see his nakedness as humiliating, his state of being as something strange and grotesque and to be ogled at. The man in front of him has short, dark hair and piercings- snakebites and three sets on his ears- with a distinct air about him that speaks to working in shit customer service jobs his whole life.
"Yes." Purmah says simply, uninterested in her matesprit's astonishment. "Did you get what I need?"
The man drifts closer, fascination quickly overtaking his shock. "Yeah," he says, almost absent-mindedly. "You know, when they said Dirk Strider was undergoing punishment in the breeding caverns, I didn't think…"
"Zachary," Purmah says, a little bit of exasperation sliding into her voice. "Food first, psychosexual interests second."
"Right, right," Zachary says, his gaze flitting up and down Dirk's body. Dirk has the sudden, deeply uncomfortable urge to hide, to cover himself up under this man's attention, and feels an echoing throb in his cunt as it clenches. "Yeah, I got the usual supplements and shakes you need to keep us squishy humans alive down here."
He waves a hand, fingers gesturing in a specific motion, and a pile of boxes falls out of his captchalogue. His eyes don't leave Dirk. "Now, can I-?"
Purmah goes to the boxes with an annoyed huff, beginning to look through them. "Riomax said he's free use down here. Part of his so-called reparations."
That's news to Dirk, but he's not surprised. A grin slides onto Zach's face as he reaches out and puts a hand on Dirk's belly, feeling out the stretched skin and the hard shapes of the eggs inside of him- it takes everything Dirk has not to flinch.
"Just don't spread it around," Purmah adds. "Riomax will be pissed if we get an influx of visitors just to see him."
"I got it, I got it," Zachary says. "Passive, aren't you?" He asks, talking to Dirk directly this time with a smirk. "You'd let me do anything, right? Since this is part of your punishment?"
Dirk works his jaw for a moment before answering. "Within reason," he says, trying to strike a balance between unaffected and deferental. "I can't let you hurt the eggs."
Without a glance, Purmah interjects. "Troll eggs are sturdy. Indigo strength is the only accidental threat to their integrity. The majority of humans have extremely little chance of smashing eggs on accident."
Well. Alright.
Zachary laughs. "You heard her," he teases. "I can do anything. Why don't you spread your legs and show me that used hole of yours?"
It's true that Dirk agreed to this willingly. He saw it as the best option available for his punishment, for repentance to those he killed. He knew that while he was down here, he would be used as an incubator for eggs- and probably fucked. (Definitely fucked.)
But somehow, it feels different when it's a fellow human watching him shift and lean back against the nearest wall, spreading his legs to let him look at his cunt.
"Wow." Zachary reaches out and drags his fingers over Dirk's folds, thumbing at his stiff clit. "You…" He pushes two, then three fingers into Dirk, moving them in and out as Dirk's face starts to heat up. The wet noises are undeniable, as is the smoothness of the motions, helped by the slick produced by his body. "You're so wet. Did you accept this punishment because you're a slut?"
The man crowds close, his eyes wide and excited. "The great Dirk Strider, stuffed full of eggs, his pussy wet and begging to be fucked… but you're being pretty quiet, huh? Why don't you use that mouth of yours to beg me to fuck you?"
His thumb circles forcefully around Dirk's clit, making him jolt. "I-" He chokes on the words, turning his face away. Being used by trolls was one thing, that was just to be expected, a passive vessel to be filled- but asking for it, especially from a human who would understand what kind of pride Dirk would be throwing away…
He clenches around the fingers inside of him, legs trembling slightly. "Would you… please fuck me?"
Zachary grins. Withdraws his fingers- and then his hand slaps Dirk's pussy, a painful jolt that sends a hot zip of heat into his belly. "Again," he orders.
"P-please fuck me-!" Dirk gasps, breathless, and gets his cunt spanked again. "Ah-!"
"Come on, you can do better than that! Where's all that great villain bravado I heard so much about? This is what you wanted, right?"
Another slap and Dirk's brain is starting to buzz, his cunt drooling, his thighs shaking. "I- I want you to fuck me, please!"
"Where?"
"My- guh- my pussy-!"
Fingers grab his clit and pinch, twisting cruelly, and Dirk's voice fails him- letting out a pathetic kind of whimpering groan, hips jumping, body quivering and mind falling back into the hot, foggy place where he was being filled by the mother grub. Everything else is falling away, all the expectations and requirements put on him by being the villain, and all that's left is the deep-rooted shame and an empty feeling that he desperately needs filled.
"Please- please fuck my pussy, please, I want it-" he bursts out, self-control falling away, jutting his hips forward towards the man in front of him, and gets a hard slap to his cunt- the tips of Zachary's fingers catching his clit and sending such a strong bite of pleasure and pain up through him that it crashes into him like a wave, an orgasm rolling through his body as he squirts all over Zachary's hand.
"Wowww," Zachary breathes- and then, before Dirk can recover, he's gripping Dirk's hips in a tight hold and ramming his cock inside of Dirk's spasming pussy, setting a hard and face pace as he furiously fucks in and out of the tight cunt clenching around him.
Dirk's eyes roll back and he clings to Zachary's shoulders, losing everything in the pleasure being hammered into his body. Zachary doesn't last long, finishing deep inside with his cockhead stuffed up against Dirk's tender and still-recovering cervix, and pulls out without helping Dirk to another orgasm, leaving his body hot and buzzing.
"Done having fun?" Purmah asks- she clearly could not be any less interested in the going-ons of who Dirk presumes is her moirail.
"Oh, yeah," Zachary breathes. "I'll definitely be back."
"That's fine. Like I said, just don't tell anyone. Riomax-"
"Would blow his lid, I know."
Dirk shudders, leaning against the wall with weak knees. His body is aching for- more? Less? He's not sure. But Zachary is looking at him with a little smirk, a smirk that promises that he'll make good on his words and be back.
Then he saunters out of the room with a nod to Purmah, and is gone. Purmah proceeds to hand Dirk some kind of protein shake to drink, which he does, ignoring the chalky aftertaste, and then leads him out of the room with semen starting to drip down his thighs.
She leads him upwards through the caverns, but not to the one he first arrived in- maybe a layer or two lower, it's hard to tell. It's a big room, with different trolls hanging out in small clumps- must be a rec room of some kind.
Riomax is waiting just past the door, arms crossed.
"Come," he snaps, and leads Dirk over to one wall where a pile of cushions are waiting. "This is where you stay when not tending to your brood," he explains, using a slightly louder than usual voice- projecting his words for those nearby to hear. "Remember this- your punishment isn't just about repaying your debt to the lives you've taken- it's also about repaying the debt to the living that you've affected. I don't want to hear a single word of complaint about it."
"....I understand." Free use, Purmah had said. Dirk understands exactly what that means.
"Good. Purmah will be your attendant for all your human needs." Riomax says this in a very put-upon way, as if disgusted at the very idea. Purmah just offers a bland nod, as if she was expecting this. Dirk gets the feeling that she is very much not interested in sex- which is probably for the best, really.
Riomax turns on his heel and leaves, leaving Dirk at the mercy of the very interested trolls in the room. It takes less than a minute for the first troll to reach him- a jade- and then his world turns into a hot mess of sensation as he's pulled down onto the first bulge to be used.
He tries to remain unaffected, he really does- the encounter with Zachary reminded him that he's a human with some dignity regardless of his state as a fallen villain, not just some mindless broodmeat to be used for repopulation efforts- but it's hard not to feel shame when a burgundy troll spits in his mouth and he almost cums on the spot, clenching desperately around the bulge inside of his cunt.
"Oh, do that again," the jade fucking him groans, "he got tight."
The burgundy laughs and proceeds to slap Dirk's face with his bulge. "Little slut," he mocks, doing it again and leaving a streak of red-tinted slick behind. "I never knew humans could be so… pathetic."
Dirk can only shudder as his mouth and cunt are filled together, tugged back and forth on bulges until the trolls are satisfied. They're replaced by new ones, a pair of probably-kismesises as they bicker over who gets to fuck which hole until one of them gives in and lets the other go first. Another troll steps up and jerks off into his hair with a casual air, as if it's just another regular day for her.
Some of them are more gentle. Some of them fuck him so hard he feels bruised. He's slapped around, spanked, taunted and talked down to- the attention is relentless, grinding him down from his silent, prideful state until he's reduced to a shivering, aching mess. He's taken again and again- and he's always, always so aware of the eggs inside of him, moving and jostling with each shift of his body, filling his womb and reminding him of his new place.
He loses count of how many times he's used, his skin quickly becoming painted with a rainbow of colors. At some point, Purmah steps in and drags him away to a small room so that he can wash up, eat, and sleep. After sleep, he's brought to the springs to soak again for a few hours- and then he's returned to the room to continue being used.
To continue his reparations. To atone.
"It's kind of pathetic," an indigo comments as she makes him grind slowly on her bulge, moving of his own accord instead of her being in control. "Weren't you supposed to be a big, bad villain? You're just so hungry for bulge that I can't see you as anything other than broodmeat."
Dirk grits his teeth and rolls his hips, turning his face away as his cheeks start to burn, but she laughs and grabs his chin to force him to look at her.
"Why so embarrassed?" She challenges, flashing her teeth in a grin. "That's what you are now, aren't you? Go on, say it. Say 'I'm just broodmeat'."
"I'm… just broodmeat," Dirk grits out, humiliated by the way his body shudders in response. By the gleam in her eye, the indigo felt his cunt go tight.
"Good boy," she purrs- and then turns them over to put Dirk on his back and fuck him hard, stroking his egg-filled stomach until she cums.
Dirk's days fall into a rhythm like this- fucking, eating, sleeping, hot springs. He starts recognizing trolls as they use him- or at least, the ones who visit regularly. The gold that likes tormenting his nipples named Gemrist, who seems to think that he'll start producing milk in the future and is eagerly awaiting the day. The olive that likes taking his ass with him on his hands and knees named Leicon. The shy jade named Cyrene who is the first to have him eat a nook instead of taking a bulge.
At each turn, he's treated as nothing more than an outlet, a toy, a thing to be used for their pleasure. It's rare that he gets any trolls interested in getting him off, but some of them seem to be using him as practice for pleasing their human partners. One particularly sadistic purple seems to make it her mission to see how many times she can get him to cum before he breaks and begs for her to stop.
The most jarring thing is always, always, the rare time he encounters a human. Each time it's like he's thrown out of the fuzzy headspace of being nothing more than broodmeat, reminded that no, he's a person- and every time, it's like shame rushes back in to remind him of just how far he's fallen. It's like he's flipping between two different states- but his body never lets him forget just how much he enjoys being used, no matter how much he likes to pretend he doesn't.
But the line slowly becomes more and more… blurred. It's less of a shock, each time Dirk runs into a fellow human- like he's started to accept his place.
When he eventually ventures to voice these thoughts to Purmah- a rare occasion, since he has little reason to talk much these days outside of repeating back what others tell him- she just gives him a bland look.
"Isn’t that a natural progression of things?” She points out dryly, standing up and moving over to loom over him where he lays on the bed. There’s no sexual interest in her eyes as she looks at his swollen, heavy belly- only a detachment that makes Dirk feel… lesser. “You’re not here to be a human. You’re here to be used. You’re not like anyone else in these caverns. No one cares what you want.”
Dirk feels paralyzed, lying on the bed and listening to her impassionate, clinical assessment. Between his thighs, his cunt clenches, drooling.
“The most important part of you is your human nook. You are, in the most literal sense of the term, broodmeat. A living body for the mother grub to breed with, unimportant beyond that role.”
Purmah takes her hand away and gives him a bland stare. “You’re just accepting your place as a hole to be fucked.”
A wave of heat rolls through Dirk and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, shuddering at the sound of a human word falling so crudely from a troll’s mouth. He feels compelled to ask as Purmah turns away, thighs rubbing together, “you’ve… never fucked me. Why?”
She doesn’t even look back at him as she leaves, saying casually, “I don’t fuck things.”
Her words hit Dirk square in the gut and he writhes on the bed, a toe-curling orgasm crashing over him as he cums with a pathetic little gasp, shuddering and dripping slick onto the bed beneath him.
She’s right. He is a thing- a thing to be bred, a thing to be fucked. He’s not even human anymore. He’s broodmeat.
It’s only a few more cycles of fuck-eat-sleep-soak before the eggs are ready to come out. Dirk’s stomach is twice the size from the day they went in and he feels huge as he’s led down to the lower caverns. Whispers pass him as they go- remarks on his first clutch being extracted, wondering how many eggs he’s carrying, if he’ll be too loose to push them out after being used so many times- all just loud enough for Dirk to catch them.
Riomax is waiting, along with the shy jade named Cyrene, at a new pond that smells odd. They order him into the water and he goes, relaxing into the hot spring for a few minutes before a deep gripping feeling clenches his belly and he gasps.
Immediately, Cyrene wades into the water and starts gently massaging his belly. The sensation comes and goes in waves and Dirk claws at the edge of the pool as he feels the first press of an egg from inside, trying to push through his softening cervix to the outside.
It’s a mind-melting feeling and Dirk finds himself suddenly, deeply terrified that this will change him in a way that can’t be undone. That although he was accepting his place as broodmeat before, this will permanently lock him into his new role, unable to be reversed.
Reflexively, for the first time in- he doesn’t know how long, months?- Dirk reaches for his powers to do… something. Anything.
Anything than let this happen. Anything than accepting this fall from grace, from god to villain to loser to thing. Anything to allow that final, last little spark of pride continue to exist, to continue holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, he won’t be seen for the pathetic creature he really is at his core, reduced to… this.
But his powers are locked off. He can’t even sense them anymore- just as he once commanded the narrative and trapped others to do him whim, he’s now been trapped in return. He just didn’t realize, until he was at this precipice of no return, just how trapped he was. Somewhere deep inside, he was holding out for a miracle. For one of his friends to come to him, to say I forgive you, let me take you away from this fate. For his powers to return, for him to be proven right all along.
There is none of that. Dirk is alone, abandoned by those he betrayed first, and every atom of his body finally understands that he deserves this.
Dirk claws at the edge of the birthing pool and feels the insistent, forceful clenching of his body as it pushes and pushes, forcing a thick egg to slowly crown, wrenching his cervix open as wide as a wrist, demonstrating just how his body is not his own anymore.
This is the only thing he’s good for anymore. The egg is spreading him, filling him, rewriting his brain. What does he care if he’s seen as pathetic? If he’s just a thing? This is where he’s meant to be- maybe where he was always meant to be.
Everything feels so hot and fuzzy. He’s not human anymore. He’s just a vessel for the eggs sitting in his womb. He’s a thing. A breeding partner for the mother grub- no, that makes him sound like her equal. Dirk isn’t anyone’s equal anymore. He’s beneath everyone. He’s a brood host for the mother grub. He’s a fuckhole for everyone who wants him.
His entire being- his godhood, his pride, his desires- they’re all breaking. They’re all being rewritten by the painful feeling of the egg slowly forcing its way through his straining cervix, working him open faster than his body can dilate.
It hurts- but it also feels so good. Dirk’s body has adapted, has accepted what it took this long for Dirk to understand. This is his future- a long life of incubating eggs and birthing them, fucked for hours and hours a day by whoever feels like using him. The idea feels good. It feels like bliss.
The egg pushes through his cunt, forced along by the next in line. It spreads him open the entire way, crushing his g-spot until he cums, and his spasms force it the rest of the way out for Cyrene to catch and lower into the depths of the pool.
Above him, Riomax watches with a placid expression. Dirk looks up at him, heaving for breath and wonders if he knew from the moment he saw Dirk that this pathetic, writhing creature is what Dirk would become. If he always knew that Dirk was right for this- if he knew that Dirk could become such a perfect whore.
The second egg comes, bumpy and scraping Dirk’s insides, and Dirk’s thoughts vanish in a roll of desperate, overwhelming sensation. The second egg is easier, the third even easier than that- his body opened and learning the rhythm to push them out, and Dirk finds himself sobbing with pleasure and abandonment as he pushes out egg after egg, a deep feeling of fulfillment radiating through his entire body.
When the last egg comes, Dirk is exhausted. Riomax drags him from the pool and spreads his legs, looking at his cunt for a moment before rolling up his sleeve and stuffing his fist into Dirk’s loose, gaping pussy. It only takes him a few moments to find Dirk’s g-spot, bullying it with his knuckles in hard, rolling twists of his wrists until Dirk is shaking and sobbing, barely able to twitch at all from how exhausted he is.
“All it took was one cycle to break you?” Riomax asks scornfully. “You really are pathetic, Strider. I thought you’d have at least a little bit of pride to keep your head up for a few clutches- but no. Look at you. You’re broodmeat through and through, good for nothing but carrying clutches and being pailed.”
“S-Sorry-“ Dirk mumbles, not sure why he’s apologizing, and moans as Riomax twists his wrist again, rolling his knuckles into that spot that feels so tender and good.
“You should be. Slut.”
After a few more rolls of his knuckles, Riomax pulls his hand from Dirk’s pussy and stands up with a scoff.
“Fine. Let’s get another brood into you, since you’re clearly so desperate for it. You won’t be empty for even a day. Isn’t that nice?”
A weak little moan leaves Dirk’s mouth- because that does sound good. He’s so empty right now- and Riomax will make sure he’s filled right back up. He wants to be full.
Broodmeat should always be stuffed full of eggs- and Dirk is so, so thankful that he’s broodmeat.