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Ajana was in a good mood. It was late spring, and instead of sharing a ride with someone's car or using the bus, she had decided to hike the 50 or so miles straight as the crow flies and cross country.

50 miles were nothing to her. She could have travelled that in a single day if need be, if she just kept running. But it wouldn't have been useful to come to the institute for her checkup all exhausted and hungry. That would throw all her bio readings all over the scale and they'd likely have to do everything again after she recovered. Besides - it was weekend, the weather was nice, the forest was green and alive and mostly untouched - far away from roads and settlements - and she had plenty of time to get there til monday.

So she took her time. She had covered maybe 20 miles so far and it was late afternoon.

Anyone watching her - not that there was anyone out here - would have thought she was a feral deer. If they had looked closer they would have wondered - with her brown colour and all. What did a European deer do in an American forest? But only if they didn't confuse her for a white tail, which also happened. None would have thought she'd be a sapient creature - after all most people walked around on two legs and had their hands free to do stuff with them. Or had hands to begin with. Ajana didn't. She was the rare exception and as such could easily pass for a feral if she kept her mouth closed.

Currently she used her mouth to chew some of the tasty green buds she plucked from the young trees that tended to grow wherever the sunlight reached the forest floor. After filling her belly, she decided to hike on. The shallow valley ahead of her was certain to have a little creek in it, and she was quite thirsty from her march, so the deer leisurely made her way down the slope.

Except, she wasn't as alone as she thought she was.

Of course there were birds and squirrels and even the occasional feral raccoon that crossed her path. White tail deer usually left her alone. Although they weren't afraid of her, she still looked too 'weird' with her darker fur to be considered kin. Except during mating season of course. Horny stags would go after anything that had the right size and stood still long enough. But that wasn't anywhere near. By now the doe's would be busy with their cute little fawns, and the bucks were just starting to regrow their antlers.

Thus Ajana was quite surprised when her sensitive ears picked up the soft footsteps of a young buck walking towards her. She stopped where she was and turned her entire head to have a good look at the curious male who slipped out from the dense foliage of the nearby undergrowth a few moments later. His fur was a bit unkempt, and he looked a bit thin. Was he sick?

"Hey little one, are you OK?"

The buck snorted, sniffed the air and came closer despite the odd noises she made. Was he even smiling?

For a second Ajana was a bit wary of him. She wondered if the buck could have rabies. The disease wasn't known to be present in these forests. The last documented case had been decades ago. Yet, it would explain his weird behaviour and how thin he was. Then again she had of course been vaccinated against that virus, so there was little danger to her, even if he was. She just didn't want to get bitten.

There was a sure way of testing that though. She knew rabid animals showed irrational fear of water. If he followed her past the creek, he certainly wasn't rabid.

"Wanna come with me?" she asked him - not really expecting an answer. He followed, which was answer enough.

Ajana jumped of the bank and over the deeper part of the creek, then landed in the shallows where the crystal clear water washed over pebbles. Her hooves splish-splashed in the water, which played refreshingly cold around her ankles.

The buck hesitated and watched her from the banks. Ajana lowered her head to the water surface and took a few refreshing licks of the clear fresh liquid. It soothed her thirst as it ran down - or rather up - her long neck with a nice cold sensation. The sudden coolness triggered a pleasant shiver that ran down all the way her spine until it had her shake her tail giddily.

Splash! The buck finally had decided to take the leap and landed not far from her in the water.

Not afraid of water apparently. But he didn't seem thirsty either, instead he approached her, with his eyes locked on her butt.

Ajana gave the feral a coy smile and wiggled her rump. "You're a funny one. What are you up to? Have you checked the calendar recently? I'm not in season, and neither are you."

The buck didn't seem to mind. Gently, carefully the male came closer. His rack was all covered in velvet and still pretty small, but it showed promise in the amount of branches it made at the end. He was not - unsexy. A bit thin, that was all. Quite possibly he wasn't sick after all.

Ajana blushed, realising she was actually considering having a romp with this confused feral stag. Undeterred, he made another step and lifted his head to sniff under Ajana's tail, going right for the target. The doe's blush deepened as she noticed how her heartbeat had picked up and gotten quicker.

"Ah fuck it. You know what? I'm game." she told him with a smirk. She placed her back legs a bit wider apart - still standing in the shallow waters - and lifted her tail.

Ajana was oddly aware of her little pink female bits. It had been a while since she had any 'fun' - even with just herself. Of course she was very horny during her rut, that was only natural. But even throughout the year, occasionally she played with herself - or others - just like that when she had nothing better to do and was in the right mood. The concept of having this feral buck pleasure her was definitely exciting. He was so close now, she could feel his breath against her naughty bits. Warm and exciting as he sniffed her out.

She nearly jumped as she felt his fleshy tongue on her rear. For a second she tensed at the touch, then relaxed and exhaled. Her eyes closed she squeezed her rump into his next wet lick. Most likely it was her own wetness that his tongue spread around in such a nice way.

His nose pressed up under her tail, and Ajana let out a not at all feral moan, then glanced behind to catch a glimpse at the stag's own genitals. She expected to see his member, erect, long and thin and throbbing. But surprisingly enough it was still tugged away in its sheath. Only the very tip showed, curiously, out of the end as if to tease her.

"Ooh, you like more foreplay little one?" she asked the feral a rhetorical question and twisted her body so she could reach for his cock with her head - without pulling her own rump out of his reach.

She took a sniff. The scent of a feral male deer was a bit strong, but nevertheless musky in an erotic way. You just had to get used to it. Or lick it all clean as quickly as possible so it started smelling much better. It took a bit of overcoming the hesitation to make the first lick, but it got kinda rewarding afterwards.

Ajana wrapped her lips around the stag's sheath and let her tongue play with it inside her mouth, coercing him forward.

The buck's own tongue kept licking her own rump. In fact he seemed unusually content in licking her nethers and even probe his tongue tip into her tight opening. The sensation sent a pleasant shiver through her body. How unlike a feral, she thought. Only her own tongue had managed to give her that kind of stimulation, and even for a deer it took some quite acrobatic contortion exercises to lick herself that deeply.

The bucks penis finally left its sheath and grew into her mouth, where her flexible tongue met it, played around it playfully, while Ajana closed her eyes and enjoyed the weird sensation of that feral stag exploring her deeper than she herself could ever have reached. Moaning through closed lips, she clenched her sex around his tongue, squeezing, as a shudder of pleasure ran through her.

The pleasure clouded her mind. It took her a few seconds to realize that something was off. The buck cock in her mouth should have been hard and throbbing - kept in shape by an internal bone. Instead it felt more like a french kiss, as if that cock was somehow intertwining with her tongue in a twisting erotic way. But that wasn't what alerted her. It was the buck's snout that pressed firmly against her rear, sensing a second tongue inside alongside the first one.

Buck's shouldn't have two tongues. Maybe a snake might - at the tip. But not a buck. No matter how good it felt, this weirded her out.

"What the hell?!?" the doe asked loud, as she let go of the unnatural buck's genital and gave it a closer look as it retreated from her mouth.

That wasn't a cock at all. It looked more like a fleshy tentacle of some sort, how it flexed and wound itself as if it was trying to reestablished contact with her tongue. It also grew longer out of that sheath, longer than even a stag's cock should ever have been. Its base extending that poor sheath beyond the proportions it was supposed to go to.

Erotic as this sight oddly enough was, it was that point that Ajana felt fear. Especially considering she had two of these tentacles probing inside her from the monster-buck's mouth.

She tried to pull away. But she couldn't. As if the tentacles were suddenly coiling up inside her sex in order to latch the buck's mouth firmly against her rear. And then - a third tentacle invaded her alongside the first two - thicker than the others.

"Noooo! Let me go you freak! Let me Ack..."

Her struggles were made harder by the cock-tentacle that suddenly lashed forward like a whip and wrapped itself around the doe's head and neck, pulling her once more closer. She still fought to get free, pushing with her legs, splashing water as her hooves thrashed on the slippery stones in the creek. But the stag was firmly attached to her and didn't let go. It just dragged along - making weird - wet noises. With wide eyes Ajana watched the belly and chest of the beast heave and flex - and then constrict as if the creature was caught in a bench wise. At the same time a wriggling, squirming mass was pushed up the stag's neck, towards her own rear end.

"No!!!!" she yelled and tried once more to pull her hip away from his nose, but it was no use. The tentacles had a firm grip inside her, two of them pulling tight, while the third one seemed to probe deeper and deeper into her. Deeper than anything *should* have been able to enter her.

And then the *thing* went into her belly. She felt the sudden extra weight as the squirming mass invaded her - distending her poor sex as if she was giving birth. Oddly enough there was barely any pain. It still felt pleasant - almost orgasmic even. If it hadn't been for the knowledge of being invaded by this alien thing, she would have been in bliss. But her brain fought against the pleasure with all her will. Ajana could be pretty strong willed.

Suddenly the tentacle that had held her head in place unwrapped and was sucked back into the stag like a noodle being slurped. But she had no time to cheer about the newfound freedom until she realized it only did that to join the alien mass that pumped itself into her very own body. She could see her belly - bloated as if she was several month pregnants - with something squirming and wriggling inside her as that - creature - tried to pull the rest of itself in as well.

She tried to fight it. Moaning and groaning, she tried to squeeze her belly muscles to force the invader back out, but she couldn't. Her own muscles did not follow her commands, instead she felt herself relax to make room for more of the squirming mass.

The stag looked horrible. It's legs twitched and then flexed in unnatural ways as that creature that was inside him apparently retreated its tentacles from them. The creature that had been in it's belly was on its way out and into her. In its wake, what had been a stag collapsed into an empty skin with not even bones to keep it in shape. Limply it hung from her own rear, like some sort of bag, while the last of the creature pulled itself into the doe - mercilessly making room for itself.

Ajana could barely breathe. Her chest urged for air as her heart pounded like crazy, but little would go in. Instead that squirming thing inside her seemed to use up any place it could find.

The stag fell to the ground as the last of the creature - little surprisingly in tentacle shape - was pulled from its throat. Like a noodle it hung wriggling from her own sex - and like a noodle it was then slurped in. A sensation that now sent a shiver through her as it once more pushed all of her sexual buttons.

But she could see what happened to the poor stag. It was little more than a stag skin - now floating on the water. One of its legs was entangled with her own, while the current pulled on it.

It seemed to shiver - or was that just the water current moving it? Was there a twitch? Was it feebly attempting to breathe?

Finally the current pulled its hoof away from her own, and the stag drifted downstream - soon half dragged underwater by the current and the weight of its antlers.

Was that going to be her own fate?

She tried to get out of the water. She stepped one step, two, then she lost balance and fell down sideways and her hip splashed into the cold water. Her trembling back legs just didn't want to follow. Groaning, whining, she pulled herself forward with her front hooves. One pull, then another. Her rear dragged behind, kicking, twitching, but not under her control, while she felt that creature - wriggling - in her belly.

She gave up the pulling and just watched in horror as her legs did things against her will. They trembled and kicked in the air on their own. She could feel them. She could feel her muscles tense and relax, but it was as if someone else was in control.

And then that someone else physically took over her legs. She could see it under her skin, and she could feel it - probing, squirming, pushing, one of the tentacles made its way down into each of her rear legs.

"Nooooo!!!!" she explained and made one more feeble attempt - teeth clenched - to fight this thing. But all she managed was a tiny twitch, just as the tentacles burrowed themselves down.

It felt as if her very bones were being replaced by whatever this thing was. Just like the buck had been - held together only by this *thing*.

How could that be? Her mind was trying to find an explanation. It didn't even hurt. But that didn't mean anything, she herself knew half a dozen chemicals that would make worse things unfeelable. It was only weird that she could still feel everything else, including the wriggling sensation of those tentacles pushing all the way into her hooves - as if putting stockings on.

It didn't stop there. Whatever that creature was, spread out throughout her body. Her tail, her spine, her ribs. Wherever she had solid bone she soon felt this wriggling sensation. She couldn't fight it. By now even her front legs would no longer do what she wanted, all she could do was watch with wide open eyes. Or close them and just feel the tentacles stretch out inside her.

A shiver ran through her. It felt weirdly pleasant. Arousing even. But she was afraid, so badly afraid.

It was coming up her spine - up her neck. Spreading towards her head. What would be happening to her?

She could already feel the wriggling tentacles crawl up towards the base of her skull.

Ajana closed her eyes and waited for the end to come. For the world to get black as the creature would finally take her over completely.

Instead, she just suddenly felt calm. The fear was gone, but the arousal remained. She felt the sensation continue. It was more than a tentacle, it was wider, and it ate her skull as if the bone was literally melting. But oddly enough it was a fascinating feeling. She was getting excited about it, euphoric even, as if she had been looking forward to the completion of this process. As if it was gonna be her long awaited climax.

She blinked. One of the last things she could still do on her own - even if just. The water played around her ears, her head half submerged, her nose and lips up in the air breathing calmly.

She could feel the creature inside her. Its many thin tentacles had spread out all across her body - mimicked the shape of her skeleton, as it apparently replaced her bones. It felt good. The creature wasn't still, it moved and shifted, where her bones had been completely passive. And every one of those rippling motions heightened her arousal.

Then it was done. She could feel it complete the process, reach her nose tip, while two shorter tentacles shifted themselves under her lips and replaced her lower yaw. They met in the center, at the tip, and dissolved the last piece of bone that there was. It felt wriggly, and her teeth felt a bit loose.

The creature was now all over her and rested. She felt tired, but achieved. But her thoughts were still restless.

Suddenly it made sense. The stag had been so haggard, because it couldn't eat right. It had lost its teeth - no longer routed in bone, and then it had slowly withered away. Until it could no longer support the creature and it needed a new host. Her!

As good as it felt, Ajana didn't want to die. Once again she tried to move.

The attempt was met by a twitch in her body. But not by her muscles, the creature twitched, causing her entire body to jerk. It was woken from its well earned rest and then moved her - controlled her muscles for her. She rolled around on her belly, then slowly stood up. Clumsily, imbalanced, like a fawn staggering to its hooves for the first time. She could feel all the imperfections in those movements, but she could do nothing to correct her stance.

Then she stood - still in the creek. Her fur was dripping wet, and water rinsed down in small trickling streams from her flanks and down her legs. Drops oozed down over her most sensitive parts and dripped, tickling, from her sensitive underbelly and her udder.

She just stood there, immobile, despite the urge to shake herself to get dry, and the drops kept falling. Each of them a small torture in its own.

---

The last couple of days had been hard. He could remember eating fruits and mushrooms and other soft things to sate his hunger, but nothing of that sort grew at this time of year anymore. Everything was lush and green around, and he could tell how his host urged for those sweet buds and leaves. But his teeth had all fallen out and without them eating greenery was tedious and left his hosts mouth sore and bleeding to the point where not even he could control the pain any longer. More and more his strength left him, and so did his hosts will to live. If this carried on for long, he'd not have the strength to find a new host. If his host died, he'd have to leave it behind. And that was the single most frightening thing to do. Without a host body, he was vulnerable and slow. He'd likely die from the cold environment long before he'd find any suitable creature. And any creature that saw his true form would either try to devour him, or run away at speeds he couldn't follow.

But then there was that other deer. And this one didn't run away, this one gave him a chance. He used the same trick that had worked last time, just the other way around. Instead of luring a stag in rut to a seemingly fertile doe, he approached her, just like his previous host had. And unlike all the others, who were protecting little fawns, this one staid. This one allowed him close.

He knew he'd likely only get this one chance. He had to act fast. His host didn't even feel that he penetrated its sore skin inside his mouth to shove what had been its jaws inside the doe's sex. There he could hold on, and by now only a miracle could have made him fail. He had done this countless times.

At the very beginning, although he had only dim memories of that, he had spread through eating. A fish would swallow his host whole. As it started to digest his host, he would break out from the confines and take his new host over from within. Slowly he grew, and that way he grew his way up the food chain. His body adapted to the shapes of ever larger creatures. But eventually he reached a point where his to be predator would no longer swallow their prey whole. Where they were ripping apart his hosts, and exposing, injuring him in the process. It was then that he had to adapt his strategy to one of ambush. He had to fool a predator into thinking his prey was weak. When it approached his old host, he would send out his tentacles around its head and force his way into him.

That worked up to the size of a fox. When he could no longer fit into that, he had to change his strategy once again. He had to hunt for new hosts and use his host's ability to do so. His fox caught the fawn, but instead of devouring it, which it couldn't anymore since its fangs had long fallen out, he had moved himself into his ensnared prey and left the fox' empty husk behind. From the fawn it was an easy step up to its mother. And from there to this horny buck.

But then he had hit a dead end. As the mating season was over, everyone started to avoid him. And there were no larger predators in sight that would try to eat him either.

Until now.

His host had sensed that doe's arousal, and - with a little help from him - had became aroused as well. He could feel all of his hosts emotions, could control them, direct them. In a way they became one, he was aware of his hosts thoughts and memories. That's how he learned, that's how he grew. He was always in charge, always smarter, always superior.

Until now.

This new host was different. Not at first though. Like with the buck, he entered through the reproductive organs, held his new host in place until he was safely inside, then spread across her body, replacing her bones. Those were easiest, quickest, and a host didn't need them anymore if he just took their place with his flexible many-tentacled body.

He had the ability to grow and change shape to adapt to new hosts if needed, but this one was so similar to his last, it barely felt different. Except, after being trapped in the bucks weak, hungry body for so long, it felt great to squeeze his tentacles in between firm, strong muscles and take control of them. So much strength, so much energy.

Finally he wrapped his own head around her skull, her brain.

He did as usual, soothe his hosts fear, make her desires his own. But her thoughts were a different manner. Never had he inhabited a host with such a complexity, such depth, such detail of mind. It overwhelmed him. He didn't understand, couldn't follow. For a few seconds he could do nothing but watch and listen what her mind laid out in front of him.

Instead of controlling her thoughts, he just took a ride. It brought him back to his previous host, how his teeth had fallen out. Brought him to the realization that he had caused its demise because his tentacles had not the firmness to hold them in place. And that his new host would face the same fate. He didn't want that, this was an awesome host. So much to learn.

So he shared her emotion of regret.

But then she tried to retake control of her body. That took him by surprise. Usually by now he would have suppressed any desire to move on its own. He wasn't fully in control. Yet she couldn't move either. Her muscles were still paralysed, and it was only him that controlled their movements for now. He had to get her out of the water, it was cold, and it could make his precious new host drown. Unlike fish, these big hosts couldn't breathe under water.

His movements brought her discomfort. He could tell that she wasn't happy how he moved.

She was even more unhappy about standing there and having those water drops drip from her. But some of that unhappiness, he could tell, was actually desire. Sexual desire. And that he understood quite well.

Their emotions were linked. His emotions were hers, but her emotions also affected his. He didn't want her unhappy. It made him unhappy.

And he still had one surplus tentacle just in the right place. In the stag he had kept it in its penis, but the doe had no bone there. He had kept it wrapped up in her belly, but now he just knew what to do. He slowly unfurled it and stuck its tip out the very opening through which he had entered her body in the first place.

The effect on her mind was immediate. The skin there was so sensitive, and her reaction beautiful. Like his first doe, at the height of the rut, just before he had left her behind.

He spread his tentacle out her sex, then drew it in a circle, leisurely, touching the underside of her tail and brushing over her udder where it flipped off those annoying little droplets that had made her nipples stand all erect.

He could tell she wanted to move. To moan, to close her eyes. But the only movements that happened was an involuntary shiver that ran through her. She was still paralyzed. The paralysis allowed him to stay in charge of his host's motions until he had full control of their mind. But it wouldn't last much longer. Sooner or later she would be able to move once more, and by then he better had made her goals his goals and her desires his desires.

At least her thoughts were no longer that complicated, now that she was so focused on the pleasure he gave her.

What an awesome host...

---

Ajana arrived at the institute a few hours late. Of course the professor had been worried, and the wrinkles in the monkey's face grew as he saw her gait.

"Don't ... don't come near me, I caught something..." she warned them - with a slightly slurred voice. The prof's concern grew. He, too thought of rabies first. But he also knew the doe had had all the necessary shots. A new strand maybe?

The let her to the examination room.

An hour later they still had her there, curled comfortably on the sheets. By now half the lab watched her through the thick safety glass. On their monitors they had Ajanas X-ray plots. But they showed no bones.

Her own bones were gone, and the creature that had replaced them, didn't have any either. Currently they had three concerns.

First and foremost they wanted to investigate this alien parasitic creature closer. Second, they had to do anything necessary to protect the world from the danger that this creature posed, especially when it multiplied, and third, although to some of the staff who like the prof had a close relationship with her this was the most important one, they needed to find a way to save the deer.

Ajana meanwhile had her own concerns. She had managed to move on her own now - as far as the creature inside her let her. Her legs were more wobbly than they used to. As firm as these tentacles could be, they still weren't bone. That made her slower, but worse it made walking more tiring. Also she hadn't eaten, as she rather wanted to keep all her teeth in her mouth until someone could help her with that loose teeth problem. But the worst thing was that the creature still could battle her for control over her body. He apparently couldn't win against her, but he could effectively prevent her from getting anywhere if he wasn't convinced her course of action was in his interest as well. It was a confusing situation. Their emotions were more or less shared, the link went both ways. But their thoughts - he could read her thoughts, but also she was somehow aware of what he thought. In the beginning only subconsciously, but on the second day, her brain somehow started giving a voice to these confusing thoughts. And she started talking to this voice in her head.

He was smart. In a way. And then again incredibly naive, like a child. But one that learned extremely fast. Dangerously fast. It seemed her own brain enabled him to develop his mental ability and learn concepts, like language, that had been alien to him. Anything she understood he could grasp as well. By now he knew that anything she spoke out loud, these other creatures would know too. And he understood what she heard them say. Although he still had let her tell them everything she had learned, he certainly would make her stop the moment he felt she was plotting against him. So she had to keep her emotions in check.

"We'd like to have it out of you for some further investigation of its physiology." the prof's voice came through the intercom.

'''You would die without me.''' the voice in Ajana's head immediately warned. He wasn't ready to leave this host yet. He needed her. The others wouldn't let him close enough. And it was the truth. She had no bones.

'''We have been over that. I wouldn't die immediately.''' she answered him in her head . '''That stag was still alive too. And it's just for a bit, too, you can come back in after a while.''' She wondered how long she could be without bones. Breathing would be difficult, but with artificial respiration - she should be fine for a few hours at least.

'''But not much longer that that. And I need warm. It's too cold out there!''' Of course he had listened in to all her thoughts.

"It agrees." Ajana spoke back loud through the intercom. "But you need to rise the temperature. To like 30 °C. And ... you'll have to hook me up to a breathing machine, too."

"We know, an assistant is already preparing that."

The assistant had taken all precautions. She was clad in a full body hazmat suit, her muzzle barely visible behind the shaded visor. Ajana could still tell how worried she was. Not about her own safety but Ajana's. Almost all the employees had taken a liking of the feral doe.

A few minutes later, Ajana could relax. She didn't need to breathe on her own, the machine did that for her. In ... and out ... and in ... and out. It was a weird feeling.

'''I don't want to leave.'''

The creature in her was stubborn again. But she had a feeling she could possibly convince him. '''I really want to see what you look like. I never got to see you when you went into me.'''

'''It felt so nice when you went into me, I want to feel it again.'''

The tricky part was she couldn't lie to him. He could sense all her thoughts, so all she could do was bend the truth and convince herself as well. If she got genuinely excited, even aroused about this, so would the creature. It was her power over him.

And it worked.

A moan escaped her as he stirred within her. Once more one of his tentacles made its way out of her cervine vagina. But this time not just to stimulate her. It extended further, searched, until it found something to latch on to. The leg of a nearby lab tray.

The scientists behind the glass watched and recorded, although it was obvious that the spectacle had an arousing quality to it beyond the mere scientific interest.

Ajana flexed her hip. And then her hip lost shape as the creature pulled out two of its many appendages that had coiled up to take the space her hipbones had once taken. Those, too rearranged themselves in her belly, to then find their way out of her sex, while her entire rear end changed shape and deformed - more round without the support from within.

The doe whimpered and enjoyed the indescribable sensation, clenching her lips around the pipe that supplied her with air, while her nether lips simultaneously clenched around the tentacles. These also stretched out as long as they could, but then wrapped back to push against Ajana's own rear to provide a counter force for the rest of the parasite to pull itself out of her.

Once that was done, a whole lot of things started going on within her. Her rear legs - although supposedly outstretched and extended - wobbled and flexed - and then collapsed like a deflated hose as the tentacles within retreated the way they had come - leaving just an empty sheath of muscle and skin behind. She could still feel her legs, but what was supposed to be kicks only ended up weak twitches and flips. Like a fish on dry land. And it felt so awesome. There was not the slightest pain, but she could feel all those tentacles move inside her and rearrange. Not only her legs, the bulk mass of the creature that had placed itself in her belly, under her spine, now was moving back down where her womb was located.

Her chest heaved and flexed with internal movements as each individual tentacle was pulled back out of the shape it had formed - mimicking her ribcage.. She felt like she was a living water balloon - suddenly shapeless but being stirred from within.

Then the bulk of the creature tried to leave her. But without her bones for support, the very tunnel it had come in through was no longer held in place. She felt her sex bulge outwards from the pressure within.

Ajana knew what was happening. She had seen that when deer and sometimes cows gave birth. The mother's vagina, and sometimes even her womb would come out with the calf. But she hadn't expected the sensations she would feel as it actually happened. WIthout the tedious strains of birth at the same time - it was... she had no words for it. She couldn't think clear enough to find words, her eyes were clenched shut and her whole deformed wriggling body shivered, while her very sex turned into a trunk like shape - slowly protruding from her rear, turning inside out. Through this trunk, her womb, and the creature that was pulling itself and everything out of her, squeezed out - pulling her nether lips wide as for birth while still moving inside her.

A straining sensation - somewhere behind her yet still inside her - marked the point when her cervix reached the end of the tunnel and itself was spread wide and warped backwards. Two more tentacles now came out of it and helped the process, peeling her back and inside out. Then her womb itself spilled forth and reversed - like a sock in the laundry. And with it, the alien body of the tentacled creature spilled out of her. Ajana came. She couldn't tell for the how-manyeth time in this process she came, but this was definitely the peak. Shudders ran through her deformed body, her muscles tensed and her empty legs flopped and flailed around. She nearly passed out, her heart raced. Only her breath stayed calm and controlled - breathed in and out of her by a machine.

The creature, too made a pause and waited for both him and his host to recover a bit.

Up to this point they had shared the pleasure. She felt almost regret, as it was time for the creature to let go of her brain. She couldn't tell if it was his regret or hers. That didn't make much of a difference, as both would share the memory of that feeling.

Tiny little tentacles that had invaded her brain unwrapped themselves, sending shivers and uncontrollable tremors through her. Then the larger ones that had formed her upper and lower jaws retreated and her face collapsed into a formless mass. Still moaning, still supplied with air by the breathing machine.

Still alive. And still in bliss as the head of the creature was pulled back through her neck - through the tight channel that her spine had once occupied and now was hollow except for her spinal chord.

Like a snake, like a bunch of worms, the rest of the creature - what of it had first invaded her - its head - left her the way it had come from. Its final departure sent a final jolt of pleasure through her.

Then she was left still - immobile - helpless. In a way, even that was arousing. She couldn't see. It was behind her. Only one of its tentacles still touched her caressed her empty form sending a last shudder through her shapeless body, it left her so empty and weak!

She couldn't even turn her neck or her head - if it could even be called a head - around. The only thing that still moved as they should were her eyes, but even those were no longer kept aligned and the overlapping images of her left and right eye did not match. Her left eye was laying on its side, while her right had ended up upside down.

The parasite however still knew she wanted to see him, so he moved. He was agile in this form, although less so on land than in water. He sent out one of his many tentacles across the room to a table within his former hosts field of vision, then pulled himself across - supporting his weight on more tentacles so his body never touched the ground.

The tentacles made the creature look a bit like an octopus. But there were more than eight of them. In fact it was almost impossible to count them as they kept in constant motion. They connected to a main body, even though that was little more than a shapeless bulge in the middle. His head however - out on a two joined larger tentacle that had spread through Ajana's neck before - still roughly had the shape of a skull, except that it itself was also made from several individual tentacles that had locked into this shape and could likely adapt to any creature's skull form if he wanted.

The creature had eyes - in a way. They were crude, more like insect eyes, but there were several of them on every tentacle, seemingly random.

"Fascinating..." the prof observed.

Ajana tried to focus her eyes on the parasite as good as possible. She tried to smile, but the twitch in the heap of fur and lips that had been her head could hardly be identified as such.

"We should help her, she doesn't look comfy all inside out." the assistant in the hazmat suit suggested.

Ajana twitched. It felt so weird having her reproductive organs pulled inside out. Touching things - out in the open. She only wished she could have moved her neck to inspect them closer.

"I think for an interim solution, we could mold an inflatable skeleton from biocompatible polycarbons and put it into her, then inflate her back to shape. Until we find a way to grow her bones back." one of the male students suggested.

Ajana twitched again. Now that definitely sounded interesting. If only she could speak, but her condition and the breathing machine that inflated and deflated her formless body like a little balloon of its own made that all impossible

"Great idea. We will do that, but I think until then we should put the parasite back into her. After we study it. She says it's an intelligent creature, so we should treat it like that. Any suggestions?" the prof asked.

Melanie, an anthro vixen working as an intern indeed had one. She had watched the scene with unhidden interest.

"We should really test how this creature adapts to different hosts..."

"Not before we have an interim skeleton for Ajana." the prof warned.

"I'll start working on it right away then."

***the end ;)***