Argus Labs is an amazing place. A meeting point for so many different points in the multiverse, a stewing pot of cultures and ideas and ideals. So many amazing, exotic locales to visit. Neryn had been looking forward to his weekend vacation for weeks now, Argus having scouted out a tropical planet in some far-flung dimension that contained stunning, crystal-clear oceans and lush plant-life that produced oxygen and took in carbon dioxide, and an atmosphere like that of earth's millions of years ago. Animal life was simple, with strange alien animals in a range of sizes and abilities... but almost all of them smaller than the big aerusan, and none of the creatures around Neryn's campsite particularly dangerous. All he'd need is basic camping equipment and healthy caution toward the local wildlife to enjoy an long weekend in a tropical paradise.

Of course, Argus might have forgot to mention he'd done a few experiments and tests on a slug-like species that called the cave he'd be camping out in home. They were certainly an interesting species, with worms near the end of their lives drawing in local animals by mimicking the scents of females in heat or males in rut. Once drawn in by the scent, the worms would lash out with surprising speed, forcing themselves into the nasal cavity of their soon-to-be hosts and making a tiny incision at the back of their nasal cavity to slip into their skull. They secrete a quick-clotting slime to plug the breach and keep their host from bleeding out, and once in the brain cavity wire themselves into the host's brain, taking over their motor functions and probing for their mating instincts. Once they're in control, one or two other slugs help themselves to the host's genitals, slipping inside to take control of their reproductive system and lay eggs. From there they force the host to breed. And breed. And breed and breed and breed, until the host is near starving and thoroughly dehydrated, having spread the slug's eggs to numerous other members of the species. Once the worms detect the host is under near-dangerous duress, they simply pack up and leave, their goal of propagation satisfied. The host gets rest and can recover, and are left with one final load of eggs in their reproductive system to spread.

After confirming the worms would, indeed, leave their host if they couldn't find a mate in a few controlled lab experiments, Argus gave Neryn the greenlight on his vacation. The aerusan headed out for the far-off world and dimension, setting up camp, soaking in the warm, nutrient-rich waters near his seaside cove base, and simply enjoying having some time to relax. He turned in late that night, tipsy on the mead he'd brewed himself and brought with him, the sounds of the local wildlife such a wonderful lullaby...

He was awoken by the sensation of something warm and slippery shooting up his left nostril. The aerusan, partially paralyzed by the sleep hormones in his body and stunned by the sudden sensation, was completely still as the slug forced its way into his skull, only able to move and react after it was far, far too late. Soon enough, he was groaning and growling, heart hammering in his chest, cock pulsing between his legs as both his brain and prostate were wired into. His slimy new friends set to work, following their instincts, starting to lay eggs in the aerusan's reproductive system and flooding his body with sex hormones, forcing their first sentient host to stroke his shaft and squeeze his knot to prepare himself for mating...

But, of course, there was no one for him to mate with. The poor worms, confused by their host's alien anatomy and configuration, continued to 'prep' him for sexual partners that would never be drawn in by his scent. The aerusan's body obeyed their manipulations, forcing his need higher, throwing him into the most intense rut of his life, sending his reproductive system into overdrive to produce cum to help spread the eggs multiplying in his overburdened orbs. He stroked and humped, constantly edging himself, constantly forced to deny orgasm after orgasm after orgasm in 'preparation'...

Of course, with the large meal he'd just eaten and all the water he'd drank after his mead, it would be a long, LONG few days before he was deemed malnourished enough for the slugs to finally leave him be, completely aware and awake and conscious of everything happening to him...

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Art by Slug

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