(Warning: Cringey Content, Forced Kiss, Mentions of past sexual abuse, mental issues, Parasite specisism. Not sensoring words. This is a story about a PARASITIC Alien Species)

[Previously: “Really?” The furry alien asks and to my horror approaches to look. The scientist sputters and then very angrily puts himself between me and the predator, “Get out now!” But it’s too late he sees me and even worse recognizes what I am.]

“Sir that’s- get away from him!” He yanks the doctor away from me and I creep back slowly towards the wall, eyes widening horrified. His voice lowers, “Don’t worry I’ll get rid of him.”

“If you hurt him you’ll be banished, not to mention you won’t get the rest of your treatment!” The doctor looks like he’s reaching into his pocket. 

I let out a shuddering breath mandibles clicking nervously and check for escape routes. I can flit up into the corner and try to fly over the predator's head.

“Doctor, you don’t understand that’s a parasite!” He'd turned back to defend, gestures, everything bared and bristling, spittle flies, “They’re a bunch of rapists.” 

I flinch hard at the accusation. “We’re not!” I cover my stomach subconsciously, “He’s already said he’d find me willing hosts!”

Inwhat feels like slow motion the predator's eyes went to my stomach. The terror that went through my veins as I watch his lip curl in disgust. “You’re full of them aren’t you? Those disgusting maggots-” The doctor stabs something into the alien as he takes a step towards me. 

I jerk my wings out and jump up into the ceiling’s corner of the room, stabbing my tarsal claws into the slick meta, scrabbling for a hold. 

The predator lunges and reaches for me with paws outstretched. I go to fly over his head and for a heart stopping moment think I’ve made it before he catches my leg. 

I scream as he yanks me out of the air. 

Bracing, I catch myself with my free foot and arms to cushion the force with which he slams me against the bed. I twist kicking out with my other clawed foot, he winces as it slashes him and then the doctor, cursing, injects the predator again. 

I scream and writhe as the predator wrestles with me grabbing my other foot when I try to kick free another time. My body freezes up and I flash back to when I was in a similar position to this before. 

He seems to notice and laughs, “The irony, why do you look so scared, isn’t this what you do to your victims?” He makes a thrusting movement. The doctor calls for guards causing the predator to acknowledge him with a flick of his ear and then go for my stomach. 

I grab his hand with all my strength stopping it. 

I don’t want to, I don’t want to scare the doctor but if I don’t the predator will kill me and my entire clutch. I yank myself forwards and to everyone's surprise force a kiss on the predator, pumping a special chemical mixture down his throat. 

He tries to shove me away but in desperation I hold his wrists and press harder. It's difficult without my extra set of limbs. He tries to bite my “tongue” but despite it causing me to pant in pain I keep going, knowing I will need quite a bit due to his size. I feel the slow give as it starts working, probably assisted by whatever the doctor injected him with. 

I twist him around and press him against the bed, then stop resisting my own instincts. 

The doctor touches me, “Don’t.”

I look at him and then glancing down I realize embarrassed that I’ve exposed my ovipositor. The doctor is just staring, watching, waiting for me to react. Releasing the predator very slowly, I turn away trying to cover a part I’ve long learned to be ashamed of. I shudder disgusted with myself at how he was looking at me. Horrified, scared. 

The doctor offers his labcoat. “Stopping must have been very hard.”

I shake my head no, breathing heavily and then double over retching from pain, disgust and horror. 

I slowly crouch facing away as the guards enter and very quickly access the situation. I process what could have happened.

I didn’t want my precious eggs in a horrible creature. The doctor places the labcoat over me causing me to grab it and pull it tight. I turn my head to look at it. Antennae twitching. But him... 

I clench the labcoat. He smells amazing and the thought of pouncing on him and making him my host is overwhelming. I dig my claws into the floor, thankfully he moves away. Talking quietly with the guards. I catch a few words. “Imprison.” “Instincts.” “Not safe.” 

I stand before I'm asked and go with the guard that tells me to follow him. Head down and hunching. I figure the room they take me to will be my prison cell until they figure out what to do with me. I see the disgust in which the guards observes my exposed member. 

I double over more just glad it isn't the other look. I still flinch hard when he enters the room with me. He only turns on some equipment and mutters, “if it’s too hot or cold this remote controls it.”

I barely look at it as he thankfully leaves and the door seals. I collapse and hold my aching arms, I damaged something fighting the predator. The worst is to come. My eggs are ready, responding to the situation and I have no hosts, locked in a room alone. I start crying again, this time horrible agonized sobs. 

‘Not again, not again, not again it’s not my fault why does this keep happening?’ I grab the blanket off the bed and start trying to make a nest, 'It won't matter I'll lose them too.' 

The doctor is cussing and rushing as he posts a work ad, “Emergency Hosts Needed Now” and the best explanation possible of the process including the size of the insertion method. He hesitates as he considers how to mention the chemical used to “subdue” the predator. 

‘The alien species uses a calming, aphrodisiac to make the process proceed smoother.’ He has no idea how demanding the process is and knows he can’t exactly ask questions now. Anxiously he adds that ‘compensation for the time and energy donated will be included and the hosts' health will of course be prioritized.’

He cusses louder as his post is flagged. Calling the number he waits an insane ten minutes to get through to a customer service agent and yells that he’s authorized as a doctor to make this post only to be put on hold. He hurridely finds the observation rooms, clicking on the camera icon to check the condition of the alien only to drop the phone and run to the room.

It was reckless but he saw eggs on the floor and had no idea if they could even be exposed to outside air or cold.

I try to resist but it hurts. I screech more from mental agony than any real pain as the first egg and then another and another force themselves out of me. I double over clenching and forcing my breathing to control. I scoop up the near dozen already. 

'I need to save them. How do I save them?' 

I look towards the wall and a crazy idea occurs to me. 'I could die. But I’m useless.' I can't even keep one clutch alive. I doubt I’ll have any success after this, in this place. I go to the remote and turn up the heat to 37 degrees celsius. I wait until I’m about to pass out from the heat to move to the bed, wrapping my arms around the eggs as I continuously lay now that I've given in. 'This is only a temporary fix.' Hopefully the lower end of heat will keep them alive and me from dying. 

I let out a strained breath unable to breathe well with the heat. I have a strong feeling the doctor will take pity on them if I don’t make it. I close my eyes, aware that I couldn't breathe anymore.

My body feels cold. I let in a ragged gasp. My air sacks are damaged. I cough in pain looking around and try to move. My eggs! My eyes snap open and I look around the prison. I look down  and around they’re gone. My whimpers become ragged screams as I keep looking. 

"Where! Where are they?! Why is it cold?!"

I recall the horrible experiences I’d had, having been forced to lay on a cold cell floor before. I check to see if they rolled off the bed. Terrified of seeing squished remains crushed under combat boots. I blink at the empty floor. Flinching I spread my wings in hostility as someone I don’t recognize enters. 

They looked surprised to see me awake, even more surprised when I throw myself towards them... 'the door.' They let out a squawk and throw a pen or something at me as I squeeze through the closing door losing a wing. I’m panicked. I don't remember where I am none-the-less when. I crawl through the halls as fast as I can, aware in the back of my head, that I have no idea where I am going but the only thought being to run. Escape.

I sense people and scramble up the wall. The momentary pause when one notices me clinging to the ceiling causes me to jump over their heads and keep running. The startled gasps turning into calls for guards and help. 

I avoid some unaware guards who watch a little bemused, until, as soon as I pass they receive a call over their radios. 

I make it quite a while away before they get smart, closing off hallways, shepherding me a certain way. I freeze up standing and convulsing a bit, no they’re leading me back to the prison. No. 

I look at the vent I used to be too big to fit in but with how long I’ve gone without food and loosing all my eggs, I’m not only skinny as fuck but soft. My exoskeleton having been deficient of all the vitamins it needed to harden for a long time. I rip the grate off, aware of destroying my muscles and squeeze in. Back feet clawing and forcing my body deeper and deeper into the enclosed space. If I were healthy this would be hell but I am already losing my mind from pain and grief. 

I should have gotten stuck many times but I just crush and tear myself until I reach the next grate. I press against it, continuing to push forwards, contracting my exoskeleton and locking my back legs in place with my claws eventually I can't compress anymore and I release the energy built up like a spring, causing me to slam forcefully against the vent, I repeat the process until it bows and finally breaks free. 

Panting and gasping, saliva and chemicals mixing in response to my adrenaline. Trying to assist me but there's no need. I look around and see a very shocked reptiled eyed and snouted alien. I recoil and move slowly around them. They look at my wild eyes and the drool dripping from my mouth. I glance around and raggedly exclaim, 

“Escape pods, where are they?!”

The reptile’s eyes flick and I rush in that direction. 

...

I’m hurt, bleeding but once I realize I’m going the right way, I force myself upright and limp. I can still recognize the signs I studied what feels like forever ago. This way.

I’m almost there. 

I make it to the escape pods. Gasping in pain and anxiety I prep the pod and fall in. Just as guards come running. I bring my claws up to my head as the pod doesn’t move. The guards start trying to pry it open. I watch in horror and start clicking away on the buttons on the inside. No, no ship should be able to lock the escape pods; that's a violation of so many rules. Finally it shoots off and I realize it was trying to alert me to buckle in. I lay on the ground aware of how badly my poor body was ravaged. I spread my legs looking at all the blood and then let my head fall back against the metal. I close my eyes sobbing over my crushed and frozen eggs.

“Is it waking up?”

“He’s stirring.”

I jerk my eyes open and start thrashing as the first creature I see is a human. I scream and soon am sedated going back under.

I curl in the corner of the tiny room beside the cot. I look up as an alien I don’t recognize enters. Speaking Generic softly and soothingly. I bury my head but listen to the supposed promises of safety and that they wouldn’t hurt me, they just wanted to check the extent of my wounds. 

It took me so long to realize I was safe here. My mouth still drooling in anxiety any time I saw a human. I remember how amused the group of guards was when I cowered and groveled. They made a lot of bootlicking jokes until a doctor explained to them what exactly had happened to me. Explaining why I always went limp or panicked when one touched me. One looked at me in interest but thankfully they were never left alone with me.

My wounds were treated and I'm given lots of vitamin rich drinks until I could handle solids again. I unfortunately was kept here so long that one day I begin feeling bloated. I touch my stomach, so soon?

“Oh good you’re finally gaining weight.” The nice alien says.

“I’m pregnant.” I inform curling up and crying softly.

“Who? When?” She starts.

I don’t give anymore information and stay curled up in bed to try to avoid the reality, my mind not ready for this again. The only good thing was I got more and more nutritious food. I only had to say I was hungry. I eat and sleep and slowly my wounds heal, the external ones anyway. But I'm far from healthy.

I panic as a man enters. He's got guards with him and a clipboard. “Come with me.”

I sit down at the other end of a long desk hunching as guards seem to tower over me.

He shuffles some papers, “I’m just going to ask you a few questions. Why don’t you start by telling me what kind of species you are?”

I feel deja vu and start to ask, “Haven’t you asked me that before?” 

...

And then realize I’m awake. 

I jerk up and see immediately that my eggs are in the incubator. I go to it not feeling the iv’s rip out of me. I crouch and hold the window where I can see them. Emotions uncontrollable at seeing the temperature correct and that they are all still alive. 

I hear a gasp from the doctor as he runs in, out of breath, he lifts his hands, “Your eggs are safe.” I flare out my wings, jaws dripping and then wince looking in horror as some of that dream/memory was real, my wing was ripped off. I look back as he takes a step forward. I snarl threateningly not sure if I’d be hurt but I refuse to leave them. 

He pauses and crouches, “You must be very scared and confused.”

I search his eyes hoping he can’t see through my display of aggression. I'm weak to his smell. Despite having laid my whole clutch my body is confused since it wasn’t done correctly and I still want to lay my eggs in him. 

“When you woke up you went on a mission through the halls, we found you in a janitor closet.”

I twist to look at the shredded stub of my wing and hold my wounded shoulder. 

“The…janitor's closet?” I hear how small my voice sounds. I let out a humorless laugh, ‘Of course I thought the closet was an escape pod. So it really was only an old memory,’ I look at the doctor and press against the incubator weakly. I rub a hand over my stomach and check if any eggs got blocked, ‘not even one left so why am I still?’ 

“Are you hungry?”

I shake my head no and whisper, “The hosts, the eggs still need them please.” I’m so desperate after remembering losing my past two attempts tragically. “Tell them I’m willing to pay any way they want.” 

The doctor starts, “I can’t-”

“Tell them I’m willing to give them anything!” I snarl. He actually looks scared and I press against the incubator harder, “I haven’t been trying hard enough as of late, I, I once refused a guard and he crushed-”