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You love your boyfriend.

It's hard to explain to people who don't know him like you do. Most people have a little trouble tying the concepts of "boyfriend" and "parasitic brain slug" together.

You think "parasitic" is a little strong, though. You prefer "symbiotic."

Well, you prefer "boyfriend." That covers your relationship a lot better than any biology terminology.

You gave a tiny stone on the sidewalk a little kick, sending it skittering over the bricks and clacking to a stop.

It's true that he sustains himself by feeding from your mental energies. You feel good and dumb for a little while and he feels full. You don't think that's parasitic at all!

You sighed and looked up and down the street. You liked it better when he was with you when you were walking home. Today, though, he'd insisted that you leave him at home, rather than take him with you to work.

You quickly climbed the stairs up to your aparment, fumbling with your keys as you unlocked the door.

It was a little chilly tonight. You weren't as dextrous in the cold. Not your fault you were fumbling. Reptile stuff.

You flicked the light on and gasped.

A gator guy, rippled with muscles, and completely nude, was leaning on the wall of your room, smiling.

You did not know this gator guy.

"H-Hello?" You asked, taking a step back.

"Relax, honey. It's me." He purred, turning his head slightly and revealing himself - his true self. A large, pulsating slug, attached firmly to the back of the gator's head. Your boyfriend.

You heart rate only went up.

"Happy birthday." He purred. "I didn't forget. Did you?"

You didn't either. But... Gosh, you might as well have. You certainly had forgotten about the concept of surprise gifts.

The gator stepped toward you, his enormous dick and balls hanging heavily between his muscular legs as he approached. He gently put a finger under your chin and lifted your gaze to his. He wore a confident smile, even though his eyes were completely empty and glassed over. Your boyfriend was in complete control of him, you understood.

He gently placed a hand behind your back and pulled you closer. Such powerful arms, and a firm chest to touch you against. You huffed in excitement as you wrapped your arms around him, reaching up and gently running a finger down the slimy skin of his real body.

"Shall we?" He asked.

You nodded into his chest, and yelped softly as he scooped you up into his arms. He carried you with such ease that you couldn't help but feel yourself growing aroused. His arms were huge, strong enough to rip you into pieces, and yet, piloted by your boyfriend, they did nothing but gently cradle you and carry you up to your bedroom...

He set you down gently, and hooked his fingers under your pants and pulled them down. You let out a long, shuddering breath as he gently slid his fingers down your scales, his touch gentle, careful.

"S-So, uhm." You managed to breathe. "This... guy, uhm, where'd he come from?" You asked.

"Found him out for a run." He replied, lifting your shirt and bending down to lick your abs. "Seems like you like him. Is something wrong?"

"No! No, uhm. He's... really hot." You said. "Just... curious how he's feeling right now. Is he aware of any of this? Is it... pleasant?"

"Oh yeah. He's still in there, just melded into the hivemind." He explained, gently massaging your chest. "He's enjoying himself a lot. It's pretty much impossible not to." He stroked his dick a little, and began lining it up with your rear entrance. You swished your tail around excitedly as he continued. "And yes, he'll remember this. I don't think he'll mind. Do you?"

"N-Not really." You said. "G-Gosh. This is... so fucking hot."

"Oh yeah?" He said, teasing his tip over your entrance and making you gasp and squirm. "Which part?"

"All of it! Fuck, turning- turning just some guy into a sex toy, and-"

He chuckled deeply, and then gently began to push himself into you, very slowly, inch by inch. You grit your teeth and curled your toes as his enormous dick began to fill you up, seeming like it was twice as big as it looked.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." You whispered, bringing a hand to your face as the other gripped your sheets.

"He's not too big, is he?" He asked.

"N-nnng, n-nnuh, I- hahh, fuck..." You whimpered as he continued to fill you out, chuckling again as you tightened around him that much more.

"Relax..." He instructed. You breathed hard and covered your eyes with your hand as you did your best to obey, and felt another inch sink into you as your reward.

"F-Fuck, hhhnn..."

"Relax." He repeated. "Almost in. You've got very impressive capacity. I'd love to have you as an incubator."

"D-Does- hahh, hnn..." You moaned as he continued to press further and further inside. "D-Does your species actually do that?"

He gave you a knowing smile. You shivered and tightened around him a little more.

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"I wanna cuddle you." You said, as the gator guy spooning you gently ran his finger in a little circle on your chest.

"Isn't that what we're doing right now?" He asked.

"No, I mean- I wanna cuddle YOU. The real you."

"Oh? Alright, honey."

"This is nice! This is REALLY nice. I just-"

"I understand. You're sweet." He replied, and then stood up. He stretched a little as you rolled over and sat up to watch.

Carefully, he laid the gator down on the floor, and you watched him jolt as the slug on his back suddenly released the back of his skull. You leaned over the side of the bed and gently gripped the fat, slimy slug on the floor, and pulled him up onto your bare lap.

Now that he was in contact with you, you could hear his voice.

"Did you enjoy your birthday present?" He asked.

You laid back and giggled at the ticklish sensation of him crawling up over your crotch and onto your chest.

"Yeah. I did, a lot." You answered, gently petting him. "Buh, uhm. I... have to admit. I'm really curious."

"Curious?" He asked.

"You mentioned being connected to the hive, and, uhh, how that feels. And it seems like it's not something that causes any kind of... permanent damage or anything?"

"Not at all." He chimed in.

"And it feels good?"

"Extremely. Though you won't really be... yourself. You'll be like a little voice in a bigger mind. If you disagree, then, we'll all feel a little less sure of ourselves, kind of like feeling indecisive, but you won't be able to defy the greater will." He said.

"Hmm." You hummed. That did sound like it could be uncomfortable.

"But it's the most blissful feeling you can imagine. We could try it, if you'd like. Just for a moment." He offered.

Oh. Nevermind.

"Uhh. Okay. What do I have to do?" You asked.

"Just roll over and put me on your back." He instructed.

You carefully picked him up and rolled over, setting him on your side and letting him crawl into position. You rested your chin on your arms and looked straight ahead, awaiting further explanation.

You flinched slightly as you felt him latch onto the back of your head, like during feeding time. This time, however, instead of the feeling of something being sucked out of you in big gulps, it was as if a warm, thick fluid was being pumped right into your brain.

You were drooling. Your eyes rolled up as you felt yourself... shrink. You twitched and spasmed as you felt yourself become smaller and smaller, and then... larger.

You weren't you anymore. It was a strange, confusing feeling. You... were your boyfriend. You could feel his intense love and affection for you. Your intense affection for him. It all mixed and blended together into a deep, strong affection for yourself - for the hive, which you were.

You felt so good. All of you. The hive was in constant, near-orgasmic bliss. You'd never felt more love or belonging.

Well, you had. Now you had. But when you were an individual, you hadn't.

This was a little complex. Thankfully, it all made perfect, coherent sense to you. If anything, individualism felt more confusing to you now. Being you instead of You.

The hive was going to feel pleasure, now. So much pleasure, to treat the newest of itself. You were going to give pleasure to the hive, and revel in the pleasure of the hive.

Your body was cumming, hard. You were creating a sizable wet spot on the mattress as you spasmed and came, over and over again, the endless bliss washing over you in wave after wave. The hive commanded more pleasure, and more pleasure you felt. You commanded more pleasure, and more pleasure You felt.

Time didn't seem to matter anymore. It was impossible to determine how fast it was flowing or how long you'd been there. You knew only timeless, endless pleasure in the hive.

The mattress was soaked. The hive found that amusing. It couldn't help but laugh at the body's susceptibility to pleasure.

You were jolted back into your own body, abruptly. Your boyfriend had let go of your head.

Your arms were soaked in drool, and the area around your mattress was completely soaked in cum. You blinked repeatedly, feeling extremely disoriented at being just one individual again.

"Feeling alright?" He asked.

"Yeahh..." You slurred. "Feel... funny, but... good."

"That's good. You're okay. You'll feel more like yourself in just a moment. Disconnecting from the hive can be a little disorienting. You'll be okay in just a moment."

You sighed and relaxed as your thoughts reorganized themselves. It was sorta like unpacking a box: you'd try to think about something, and find you couldn't immediately, until your mind found it again and put it back where it was supposed to be.

"Uhh..." An unfamiliar voice said.

You jumped and looked over at the gator guy, who was standing at the side of your bed, looking a little embarrassed to have startled you.

"You two mind if I join you?" He asked.

"...I don't have a problem with it." Your boyfriend responded.

"Uhh, sure, that's okay." You said.

He smiled and carefully climbed into your bed.