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Maw of Reproduction

For Ailsa

By Draconicon

She was one of the last survivors of the colony on Artemis Prime, and there was a very good reason that she was a survivor instead of one of those already corrupted and consumed by the parasites that they'd found. Ailsa knew what the layout of the colony was, knew where the creatures didn't want to go, and had spent the last three weeks hiding there. The stingray had become rather well-acquainted with the trash bugs, over that time, but it was better than getting filled with the tentacle creatures.

But there was a rather severe problem. The food had run out.

The stingray rested against the panel that she'd put up against the ventilation ducts, knowing that she had to leave and get into the rest of the facility. It was the only way that she might find a way to more supplies or - if some deity was listening - to the shuttle at the far end of the colony. If she could get to that, somehow, she'd have a chance to get to the orbital communications array and hail for some sort of pick-up...maybe.

But getting there was the problem.

Even from there, she could hear the sound of the different parasite-infested colonists in the halls just a few dozen feet away. They hadn't come after her directly yet, but it was only a matter of time before they did. It was just...

Okay...they're slow, but they have reach. Just...make sure to keep moving fast, and keep at least ten feet away from each of them.

Just because someone was infested didn't mean that they were safe to be around. If they were hungry, she could get eaten. If they weren't...well, there were other dangers.

The purple stingray hesitated for another few seconds, waiting for the sounds to get a bit further away, then pulled the panel off and started crawling. The vents were tight, and if she hadn't been the species she was, they would have stopped her. Thankfully, the mucus that her skin produced was wet enough to keep her sliding forward, and it was more than enough to keep things from grabbing her so easily.

Just hope it's enough to keep the other stuff at bay, too.

Ailsa reached the far end of the duct, glancing one way, and then the other to see if there was anyone around. Not yet, though the trash in the hallways was even worse than she remembered. More than half of the light fixtures had been pulled down, the plasma that had been inside them spilled over the floor and eating holes in some cases. Bugs, and some of the rat-like lizards that infested the planet, had also come to pay the colony a call.

She kicked one aside with her boot, making her way to the t-junction at the other end of the hall. The stingray remembered the layout, still, even though she'd been limited to the disposer for a while. She just needed to reach that junction, take a right, follow that for about six hundred meters, and then take a left. If she could do that, she'd be headed right for the hangar, and hopefully, nothing was between her and it.

Hopefully.

She made the first turn without issue, managing about half of the next hallway when she heard the sounds that she'd been hoping to avoid. It was like a constant slurping sound, like a mix of someone pulling a too-thick milkshake through a straw combined with someone flicking their tongue against a mouthful of saliva and trying to talk through it. It was...rather disgusting, but she knew what it meant.

Against her better judgment, Ailsa poked her head around the open doorway and peered into the next room.

The hosts looked like the other colonists, humans and anthros together, and she would have been fooled...if it wasn't for the fact that each one of them had a series of tentacles coming out of their mouths, asses, and crotches.

Even the males had a series of different tendrils sticking out of their dicks, making it look like a sea anemone had taken root down at their crotch. The ladies were worse, as the tentacles from pussy and ass were making out, fucking the opposite holes and starting to really go to down even on their own bodies. It was that constant thrusting and grinding and squelching that was making all the noise.

She shuddered, watching as one of the male hosts was pinned down, his cock pulled into one of the female's mouths and sucked on. She could see the bulges of the creature's tentacles pushing right down into his cock, making it bulge out in all directions, making it look like a vein on the inside had gone wild and started trying to slither about to a different part of the man's dick.

Shaking her head, she turned to leave -

"Oh...shit..."

Only to find herself staring straight at one of the other creatures. It was a Doberman anthro, with a series of little tentacle tips that were just barely poking out of his nostrils and more that were slowly pushing out of his mouth as he looked down at her. More were starting to come out over his back, too, and she didn't want to think about where they came from.

"Uh, hi, I'm just...going to go around you..."

She didn't know why she was talking. Nerves, probably, as she worked her way to the side, the Doberman watching her the whole time. Maybe, maybe, it was more curious than hungry or horny? Maybe -

The sudden screech froze her in place for a moment, but it was a moment too long. The creature's tentacles lashed down, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her towards it. The stingray kicked out, managing to get a good gut blow, but it was useless. The parasites had already filled him, removing most any capacity of feeling pain.

She was born down to the ground, pinned there as the creature used its various tentacles to strip her down, the jumpsuit coming apart in short order. The orange cloth fell across the hallway as her body was revealed, her flat breasts getting flatter as she was held down, and her twin dicks slightly hard despite herself at the show and the pheromones in the air.

As the host pulled her jumpsuit the rest of the way off her legs, Ailsa tried to kick him away, but he just wrapped another tentacle around her ankle, pinning it in place. He pulled her legs apart, and then paused. He looked almost...confused.

Fucking hell...this is how he finds out I have everything down there?

Even as she struggled, trying to kick her trapped legs free, she could see the sheer confusion on the host's face. The tentacle-faced creature didn't seem to know what to do, considering she had two dicks, a pussy, and everything else that a person could have. It looked from her cocks to her pussy and back again, its mouth open and tentacle creatures starting to pour out slowly, foot upon foot of tentacles coming free in writhing succession.

"Let me GO!"

Her scream did nothing for the dog or the parasites inside it. In the end, it must have decided that she needed the parasites in all her holes. Over a dozen were drooled out of the dog's mouth, some of them slithering up to her asshole, others sliding onto her belly and trying to line themselves up with her cock.

It didn't take long for one of the ones on the floor to line up. They were already slimy as could be, and one shoved forward, hard.

"MMMPH!"

Ailsa screamed against the backs of her teeth as she kept her mouth shut tight, feeling the little creature wriggling back and forth. The damn thing was slimier than anything she'd ever felt before, and it pushed its head past her rim in seconds. Little bites from the tentacle thing pulled it further, slithering deeper and deeper into her gut.

As another one followed after, giving her the feeling of being fucked by the biggest, slimiest, most mobile dick that she'd ever had in her life, the others started to wrap around her cocks. Two of the snake-like things pinned her cocks together while the others started to rub and grind at her urethras. She glared at them, trying to pull one hand free so that she could crush them, but the host held her still.

Finally, one's chemicals got her to relax enough for her piss-slit to open, and the damn thing slid forward. She screamed again, her lips curling back, but her teeth not spreading. She wasn't...she wasn't...

Even as she tried to hold back, she could feel something happening. Her gut was grumbling, groaning, and she knew that the tentacle creatures from her ass had reached her stomach. They were bubbling in the acid there, but more, they were making a home. She stared down at her stomach, seeing the writhing shapes of two snake-like creatures that, spinning and coiling and moving around.

Her cocks were worse, fattening out by almost an inch from the size of the parasites wriggling down into her, making her feel stiffer and harder there than she'd ever felt in her life. It was beyond wrong, and...and...

"NNNGH! AH!"

She screamed, finally forced to open her mouth, and two tentacle creatures forced their way in right away. They wriggled over her tongue, against her cheeks, and towards the back of her throat without the slightest warning. She couldn't bite down, couldn't do anything to stop them, could only lay there with her mouth wide open as they made their way in to join their brethren down in her stomach.

Further, further, further they went, and she could feel her belly bulging. Her cocks were bigger, too, and the tips of the parasites sliding down hung out of the tips of her dicks like bits of spaghetti being slurped up by crude diners. She groaned as she felt her inner balls swell, getting so big that she swore that there was a bulge through her skin between her legs.

But worse...

Worst was the feeling in her head. Voices, first two, then four, and then six, then more, and more, and more as they started reproducing. Even the eggs they were laying, more than half of which would die in her stomach, were talking to her. They drowned out everything that was her, swallowing her thoughts, taking away everything that she had tried to save.

And as that tentacle-covered dick of the Doberman's lined up for her pussy, she knew...she was doomed.

The End