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The Slithering Selected

for flimflamfun5

by Draconicon

It came from beneath the house, slithering through the pipes and eventually into the living quarters of the not-hive that lived there. The creature did not take much time to collect itself from the endeavor of traversing the pipes, knowing that it had little time before it would die that night. It had to go to as many places as possible, implanting its targets with eggs and turning as many not-hives to Hive as possible.

So, it lifted itself from the toilet bowl and hit the ground, slithering across tile that turned to faux-softness, fibrous to bigger things but not to it. Instead, it was forced to slither along things that came close to cutting its chitinous body, almost slicing through it with the fibers too fine for it to take.

By the time that it reached the source of warmth in the new place, where the not-hive slept, it was oozing green. It did not stop, climbing up the side of the bed to the top of the mattress, following the soft to the warmth. It confirmed its guess that there was a not-hive there as it came in contact with true-soft, giving off the scents of those living rather than those that were pretending to live. It slithered further up the limb that it found, twisting around the bulge of a joint before making its way to the top of the leg. Different scents - hot, bitter, slightly off but completely natural - pulled it further up to the right place for its delivery.

It brought its head forward, bulbous and swollen compared to the rest of its narrow body, and pressed that bulbous part to the pucker before it. It wiggled forward, back, forward, each time feeling the flesh give a little more against the numbing ooze that dripped from its body. The green-bleed aided it there, allowing it to keep pushing until -

POP!

The head of its body slid past the pucker, locking inside. The layer remained there, gathering its energy as the new host-to-be slept on, unaware of its violation. No heart rate increase, no sudden movement. It was completely unconscious, completely out of it, completely vulnerable.

The parasite slowly pulled back, the pressure on the back of its head pulling the payload from its body. The pressure ached, but purpose demanded to be fulfilled. There was no need to worry about pain. Death was only hours away. What mattered was passing on the next generation.

As it pulled back, the pressure pushed down on the bulge that had made its head so large. The layer might have grunted if it had more brain to realize what it was doing, but that was long since past. Tug, tug, tug, and its mouth slowly opened, revealing the edge of an egg as it pulled. A little further, and its mouth opened wider, and wider, until -

POP!

Just as its head had popped in, its head popped back out, and the egg was left behind. The bulge that had been its head was smaller now, but the next bulge was already rising up from the lower part of its body and growing, maturing, getting ready for its host.

Bleeding and weakened, the layer threw itself off the bed and began the journey back to the toilet. It would have just enough energy to get to three other hosts, if it was lucky. If not, then it would die in the pipes and be flushed away, leaving no evidence that it had ever been.

Janus woke up the next day with a groan and a grumble. He looked up from his pillow to the projected hologram beeping from his wrist, only to groan again as he realized that it was as late in the morning as it was. There was no point in trying to sleep any later. He needed to -

Get to work.

He was used to the occasional transmissions of data from work, but this was the first time that such a transmission - if that was even what it was - hit him that hard. He bolted straight up, sitting up and staring straight ahead as if spring-loaded, blinking at the sudden shift in position.

"What the -"

The fox's jaws clicked shut, feeling almost like there was something else in his head. It wasn't the first time that he had felt so violated, but it was the first time that it had come this early in the morning, and it was definitely the first time that it had been accompanied with such a sudden throb down between his legs, pushing up and grinding against his prostate somehow and forcing his morning wood to get even harder.

As that strange flicking, flicking, flicking feeling inside his skull got stronger, he could feel the pleasure doing the same. He was struggling to sort through the odd disconnect between his body, his arousal, and what he was supposed to do when his legs suddenly moved on their own. His mouth tried to open but failed as it no longer listened to him, and Janus felt...distant, almost like he was no longer entirely himself, like someone, or something, had hacked his mind and pushed him out of the driver's seat.

What...is...going...

He couldn't even finish the thought before he was aware that they were on the move again, making their way out of the bedroom. They only stopped at the matter transmitter - something that he felt the thing moving them pull from his mind as a concept - for a split second, just long enough for their clothes to be sprayed on, before they were underway once more. He didn't know what was happening, and as the throbbing between his balls and his prostate continued, he didn't know if he really cared. The pleasure...the...the...

Janus slipped, and he was gone for nearly a minute. When he was able to look out of his own eyes again, he was on his way to the hang-train, where so many other people got their ride to work. He was no different, but....but he wasn't going to the same platform that he always did.

Downtown...underground...downtown...underground...

He felt the pulsing word coming through, and then, almost as if from a great distance, he felt something else pulsing back, something else answering.

Here...here...here...

It was so far off, so quiet that he could barely hear it. Yet, at the same time, every pulse came with a response in his prostate, right over his hole, as if he had been force-fed a toy of some sort that was lingering right inside his asshole. The fox's tail rose ever higher as he was marched toward a different platform and put into the hanging steel box from the rail. Off they went, drifting over the city below.

What was happening?

Why was he so lost?

Why did it feel so good?

He groaned as he felt the pleasure climbing, the call and response pleasure pulses getting stronger and stronger the closer that they got to the source. The fox would have fallen over if he was still the one running the body, but as it stood, all he could do was stare straight ahead. There was no control allowed to him, and...

And the thing inside. It was no longer just pulsing. It was shaking, rolling back and forth, getting more...violent inside of him. It stretched from time to time, something tapping against his inner walls almost like the feeling of a babe tapping against the inside of its other's belly. At least, for those that still chose to give birth naturally. He wanted to scream, and yet, at the same time, he did not.

The pulsing.

The throbbing.

The pleasure.

It all pushed him further and further from caring about what was happening to him. Janus was slipping further and further back in his own head, losing any and all reason to care about what was happening to his body. He was almost numb to everything but -

Flick, flick, flick. That little bit of pressure in his head, something running up and down his spine. That he could feel all too well, as if that connection between his brain and whatever was rooting through it was the only thing that was really him anymore. His body was being slowly and fully detached, becoming a tool to that thing, and he was just along for the ride.

He was aware of where it was, too. That thing pulsing in his ass, that thing rolling around and stretching, bunching up and expanding from time to time; it was all there, all inside him and -

Crack.

Crack.

He felt it, felt it shaking and breaking open down there, and he knew that the time had come for things to change even further. The hanging box that sufficed as a train car came to a stop, and the fox was made to step out onto the station, feeling the slime - the thick, heavy, warm slime - in his ass squelching around and adding to the strange, surreal pleasure that was dominating his mind.

It marched him off the platform and down a grungy hallway, and from there into a restroom that he had vaguely remembered lost its scanners long ago. Drug addicts and worse used it as a place to shoot up and get by the restrictions that the rest of 'polite' society had demanded all those years ago, and other people would use it as a gun dealing place, now that there was nothing to give away that someone was carrying contraband.

But for the moment, it was empty. He was made to walk into a cubicle, pull down his pants, and squat down, and as soon as he did, he felt his head slip momentarily back under his control. Janus opened his mouth -

And he moaned.

He moaned as he felt the goo that the harder thing in his ass had become sliding out, pushing out like some sort of creampie from a rough round of sex. It slid free and pooled beneath him, leaving him gasping as it soaked his hole and left him feeling...feeling...

Receptive.

Open.

He stared straight ahead, his mouth opening and hanging open that way, and his mind went blank for a second. One hand went down, smearing through the ooze - the egg, the shell, the connector, said some strange voice up his spine and into his skull - and he pressed it to his ears, running it up along the sides. It rapidly hardened, and a secondary signal started pulsing through it, going from ooze to skin to mind.

Drone is late. Drone must report.

"Nnngh..."

Drone will report for duty. Duties completed will be rewarded with pleasure.

"Yes...yes...p-pleasure..."

Drone will report for duty.

"Drone will report for duty."

The End

Summary: A new parasite is moving about in a cyberpunk city.

Tags: M/solo, Parasite, Fox, Ooze, Egg, Body Control, Pleasure, Forced Pleasure, Disconnect, Mind Control, Anal, Egg, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi,