Lux’s ending: Mother of mites

From the Journal of Avellenaro, Master Alchemist

Valley Experiment 12, Entry 1

“My latest sojourn in the Valley of Mists has afforded me the opportunity for a rather unique experiment. I chanced upon the sight of a fellow mortal traveller – a rarity here, indeed – being set upon by a pack of wild mites. One might expect any seasoned adventurer to easily overcome such pathetic foes, but this specimen has clearly depended on her oversized mammaries rather than on her wits to survive thus far. She was soundly put in her place and subdued by the mites, and offered no resistance to an initial round of mating before being carried away to their lair.

“I resolved to follow, sensing a potential opportunity for research. I will also confess a certain personal desire to have a go with the vacuous wench myself, but I have heroically overcome this urge in the name of science. Perhaps the opportunity shall arise again in future.

“I found a position overlooking the mites’ camp from which to monitor and assess my options. During this time, the test subject – showing a perhaps unexpected resourcefulness – slipped her bonds and attempted to flee. I saw the opportunity to promptly administer my latest formulation, via the medium of a blowdart. The subject’s sizeable rump made for an easy target, and as I had calculated, she was left unable to make good her retreat before the mites were upon her. I left my supply of envenomed needles within easy reach for the mites to find; sure enough, one who clearly occupies the role of leader soon retrieved the cache and quickly determined its purpose.

“The subject immediately showed the signs of both the expected narcotic and aphrodisiac qualities of the concoction; although she retained her consciousness and will, she was physically unable to resist either the mites’ advances or her own erotic reactions. Accordingly, in spite of her protestations and struggles, she was clearly brought to climax repeatedly while being thoroughly inseminated by the entire group of mites.

“I have had to pause my observations to detain an annoying sprite who seems to have taken a shine to my test subject. I cannot take the risk, however slim, of my experiment being interrupted at this stage. My latest soporific proved quite satisfactory for this task; another successful field-test.

“Having recorded sufficient data, I prepare to move on for now, and allow the situation to develop. The test subject may take some time to adjust to new new life, but the basics should come naturally to her. On my next visit, I will check in to see how things have progressed.”

Entry 2

“I begin the present entry with some relief, as I had almost given up on this experiment. The balance of the Valley has undergone a significant shift of late, with a rather vicious naga from the outside world seizing power. This, naturally, **** the mites to relocate from their established camp, and between this and the altered flow of time in the Valley, it was the equivalent of several months before I succeeded in tracking them down again.

“Given the delay, I was not sure I would find the test subject still in the mites’ grasp, but sure enough, when I did finally catch up with them at their new lair, there she was as well. It appears the **** has proven quite effective in keeping her docile all this time; that, or she has simply embraced her destiny as the mites’ plaything.

“Certainly, this lifestyle seems to suit her. Far from wasting away, I would hazard to say that she has actually put on weight (particularly, I fancy, in her already oversized udders). Another troubling possibility does come to mind to explain this, which warrants further investigation.”

Entry 3 (Final)

“Of all the blasted luck. After my hard work on this experiment, the stupid bitch has only gone and fallen pregnant. Confirmation of this took me rather by surprise – frankly, I wasn’t sure the mites had it in them – but all signs indeed point to a rather large litter of offspring, developing apace. Not only does this throw off all my previous data and calculations, but retrieving her for my own use is a far less appealing prospect now.

“All in all, I cannot fault the little blue savages for putting the buxom mare to her proper use. Had circumstances allowed, I would have been only too happy to father a child on her myself. And, while I doubt she is entirely pleased with this development, at least she finally has a more meaningful purpose to serve than merely carrying her fat tits from place to place.

“Naturally, there is nothing to be done about it at this point – no sense in crying over spilt milk. I will end this log here, and leave the young mother to her new life. Given her circumstances, I do not expect it will be a long one in any case.”