Verra was paralyzed. Her body was splayed across a smooth, solid rock, her arms and legs unwilling to move as she was attacked, as she was invaded. She tried to shout, but only the barest of whispers came out of her mouth, her lungs empty of air, her eyes riveted to the swarm of oozing, straining, probing slugs that were nudging into every crevasse of her shapely body. 


Her dark gray fur was matted down with shiny crisscrossing trails of mucus, congregating at her warmest, softest, moistest areas. They were perversely gentle; questing inwards, sleek slimy heads pushing but not biting. A shudder coursed through her, her breasts quivering as the tips of her nipples were glommed onto by the small, mindless creatures. She didn't know what they were, but she knew what they were looking for. Cavities.


They pressed insistently against the slick, yielding entrance of her vagina. Touching, pressing inwards, pausing, then pressing in a little bit more. They slid blindly along the seam of her gash, but even as they tickled against her there, they were still probing, still looking for an entryway. The gentle probes were deceptively efficient; she could already feel one, its body having passed entirely into her and now slithering deeper and deeper inside her. Another slug, following the slick path of the first, nuzzled in behind it.


She was able to exhale sharply, clearing her nostrils of two more of the slugs. One tickled against her gums, slowly working its way towards the back of her mouth. She could feel another, equally persistent, probing at her urethra, its slick body undulating with a grotesque determination. Though much tighter than her vagina, it slowly squirmed up into her, its slick cool flesh distending its way up her sensitive urethral lining.


She was helpless. The two slugs at either of her nipples had found a way to burrow inside, nestling into the tender milk ducts, violating them with their soft, boneless, slick bodies. The nightmare held Verra in a vice of helplessness, each squirming slug forcing her to acknowledge their touch. She couldn't not feel them, couldn't not watch as they disappeared one by one inside her own body, implanting themselves inside her. They wriggled past her natural barriers, slid through her cervix, slithered up her urethra, and nestled into her taut, puffy breasts. 

Worst of all of this was the unnatural arousal that Verra felt at this invasion. It was as if her sensuality was being inverted, the soft alien probing tickling her in a gentle way she had never experienced before. Her body betrayed her, her horror not holding back a flush of arousal in her cheeks, a wettening of her vaginal canal that mingled with the slick slime of the intruding slugs. There was one at the entrance to her cunt, toothlessly chewing, prying its way into the soft flesh of her clitoris, and its insistent touch, press, touch, made her paralyzed limbs flare with the need for more. She was about to climax, to welcome them, to surrender her body to these alien slugs-


And then she woke up. Her consciousness clawed its way back from the dark crevices of her nightmare, her eyes opening to the gleaming chrome of medical instruments and stark white walls, her lungs filling with air, the smooth metal table cold against her buttocks as she flailed.
"Easy now, Verra," came a warm male voice above her head. She blinked into the harsh lights, still orientating herself, as Doctor Xavier's long snout and ears sharpened into focus. 
He was methodically checking the readings on a screen that charted her vitals, tapping occasionally on the screen. 


"I... I had the most terrible dream," Verra whispered, her voice trembling along with her body. She swore she could taste the chalky slime of the slug that had been in her mouth, and she ran her tongue along her teeth, half expecting to find a blob of gooey slug guts there. 


"Just a dream, dear," Doctor Xavier said, smiling down at her with a cursory glance. "Welcome back to the here and now, where I must say, you are doing remarkably well." He reached down, and patted her swollen stomach.


Her pregnant, squirming stomach. Verra's mind recoiled at the sight of herself, bloated with an alien brood. Her mind reeled as she remembered again what had happened - the strange rain while she had been camping in the woods, the invasion in her tent, the feeling of dozens of those things in every part of her body. Stumbling to her car, and being intercepted by government agents, who had taken her into custody. After that, it was all a blur. She reached for her bloated stomach, and cupped it with her palms, feeling the alien mass that responded to the pressure, shifting inside her. 


"Now, now, don't squeeze too firmly. You're in a delicate state, and you don't want our guests feeling... threatened," he chastised. She lifted her hands away, and he crudely gripped her left breast, stroking his thumbs against the swollen, puffy, distended flesh of her nipple. The fur had been shaved off around it, revealing skin that was so stretched it was nearly translucent. As she stared at it, she felt something, something hard and pointed, stabbing against the flesh inside, poking into the tissue of her breast and scraping firmly along the skin of her breast. She saw it for a second, something dark, segmented, and about the size of her hand, squirming around inside her breast, just under the skin of her nipple. 


"Oh my god-" she started, but he shhhh'd her, saying something she recognized... but couldn't understand. The words were soothing, calming, and she tried to puzzle out what they meant, relaxing as he examined her other breast.


"Now, while you were sleeping, the weaker, smaller of the broods... they've all slithered out. Well, most of them slithered, some I removed. They're like beta fish at this stage in their development, so they need to be isolated from each other, for their own safety as much as your own." He paused, then pushed the screen away and regarded her directly. "Now, don't worry, we've got them collected and preserved somewhere safe. There's only one left, in each of your orifices. You've done so well, Verra! Your fertile nature has proven invaluable. We've never seen such engorgement in a host before, not without associated, ah, rupturing. I think you were designed to be the perfect brood host."


Verra stared up at him in horror, unable to comprehend what he was saying. Why had they let the slugs stay inside her? The way he was talking, it sounded like he was.. cultivating them. Xavier circled the table, observing her with a detached curiosity. "Your body has done an exceptional job, nourishing your new babies. Today is the day, Verra. You're giving birth!"


Horror conflicted with fascination in her mind, as she processed what he was saying. She knew she shouldn't, that this was a horrific situation, but she couldn't help but feel a part of herself, some primal, instinctual part, swell with pride at his commendation. "Birth?!"


Then she began to notice the other sensations in her body. She squirmed, as she felt something probing against her vagina, but from the other side. This was not soft, and squishy. She could feel legs, creepy crawly spider legs, probing and pushing, sharp tips prodding into her flesh as it probed at her. 


She could feel rough edges pressing out against the walls of her bladder, as well, though it didn't feel quite as big as the one in her womb. The ones in her breasts, similar, began to squirm more insistently, pinching or nipping into the soft flesh. She saw the hint of a face, similar to an ant's, triangular and featureless save for an elongated snout like a proboscis. 


"They use that to find the way out," Doctor Xavier explained. "If they can't find a way out naturally, they'll... dig. But, the weaker siblings left a trail from their extraction, once it starts paying attention to what it can taste, it will find its way out.


Taste? She could feel a soft flickering sensation, against her bladder wall. It was like needing to urinate, but turning on and off quickly, pressing and then not. She tried to clench down, but she couldn't. She paused, then tried to contract her pelvis.. but it also didn't respond. 


"Am I.. paralyzed?" She asked, her nightmare throbbing back into her mind, her heartbeat racing. "I can feel them, they're poking, they're trying to come out. Doctor, will they hurt me?" She looked up at the doctor, her blue eyes locking onto his, seeking answers. She could feel all four of the freshly hatched creatures, now, as they slithered and poked around inside her. 


"Some mild discomfort, that's all," Doctor Xavier murmured, as traced his fingers along her stomach. His tail flicked with barely contained excitement. "Oh, she's a beaut, too. This is exactly what we've been hoping for. The Chitix are adapting to your body. Each of them responds to the chemicals that they have been saturated with. The ones in your breast have been bathing in placental lactogen and oxytocin. The one in your bladder, well, has been exposed to almost all of your body's hormones, and the ones in your womb had the benefit of being nurtured with all of your body's pregnancy hormones. Don't worry, you weren't pregnant! We artificially induced it."


The wriggling mass in her womb, large and sinuous, began scrabbling against the tender flesh of her cervix. Its myriad scratchy legs found purchase against her sensitive flesh, and the creature began to pry its way out.
"Oh, fuck, doctor, it's happening!" Verra exclaimed, as she felt the centipede-like creature exploding into her vagina from the wrong side. She could feel the deliberate, curious motion of each of dozens of legs as they probed deeper and deeper down her passageway. The thing was as thick as her wrist, maybe thicker, and she could feel the broad, chitinous, segmented 'top part' of it as it wiggled down her passageway.
Then she saw something poke out of her left tit, a black spiral of a proboscis tasting the open air, unfurling out of her nipple like a party favor before retracting. She yelped, because despite the horror of seeing that, it felt... good. Gentle. The thing lapped into the air a second time, and then a third, and then she saw a smooth black and brown mottled big leg probe its way out of her nipple. Followed by another. And then another. They flailed in the air, emerging from inside her and flexing blindly, helping to dilate her nipple. 
The need to pee was overwhelming now, as the Chitix inside her bladder pushed into her urethra. It was sleeker than the one in her womb, shaped more like a silverfish, and its body curled and flexed, twisting in a slow spiral along her painfully stretched urethra.
"Amazing synchronicity. They're emerging, all of them at once, just as expected," the doctor said, excitedly, as Verra began to squirm and moan from the stimulation. Each of the bugs was crawling, scraping, and stretching its way out of an erogenous zone, and they were moving insistently through her, out of her, birthing themselves from places that were never meant to give birth. 
The creature's legs, sharp little pinpricks, traced intricate patterns on her tender inner walls, each one sending a shockwave of mixed sensations through her core. She fought against the restraints lightly, her body instinctively writhing under the touch of the intruder that now felt both part of her and wholly alien.


"Xavier," she panted, her voice edged with a primal need she barely recognized as her own. Her muzzle glistened with beads of perspiration, her eyes lidded and heavy with an arousal that was as confusing as it was intense.


"Shh... let it happen, Verra," the doctor soothed from somewhere beyond her field of vision, his voice a calm anchor in the storm of her mounting desire.


It built within her like a tide, the movements of the Chitix crawling, pushing her towards an edge she hadn't known existed. With a final, concerted squirm from the creature nestled deep inside her, Verra was catapulted over that precipice. She climaxed violently, her entire body shuddering and releasing in powerful waves. Her howl filled the lab, a raw sound that was more animal than woman.


An ant's head distended the tissue of her breast, the thick smooth carapace strangely soothing as it emerged its way out from inside her. The tension, the pressure of its body extruding itself through her tender tissue, brought tears to her eyes. Her other breast also began to dilate open, scratching limbs stamping, tugging at her milk ducts and fatty tissue. 
She twisted her head, a bizarre cocktail of sensations as she was assaulted by her bug babies. Each push and pull scraped against her already inflamed flesh, sending tingles across her sensitive skin. Another moan ruptured from within her as she felt the left breast Chitix disgorge, a sensation of relief as the pressure and thickness of it left her body. Her breast sagged, the skin loose and limp around her withered flesh, as the squirming, crawfish-like thing skittered down her belly. 


Xavier caught it deftly, a hand scooping beneath the head and plucking it up before it could reach her vagina. He took a  moment to examine it, tsking appreciatively as he turned it left and right. 


"It's beautiful," he whispered. "Well formed, eager, energetic. Fully functional. You really are a natural at this," He said. He placed it into a plastic tub, and turned back to her.


The Chitix in her urethra and the one in her womb were both nearing their respective entrances at the same time. Xavier frowned, and pressed a palm against her vagina, gently cupping downwards. As he did, the first of several legs poked out through the now compressed vent, blindly trying to find purchase, to continue pulling it forward. This stopped the larger one in its track, which allowed the silverfish in her urethra to slither out. Unlike the crawfish-esque one of her breast, this one was shaped more like a centipede, long and flexible, with a smooth white crystalline shell reminiscent of calcium. It's sharp, short little feet pattered against the smooth lab table, as it weaved its way quickly towards the edge, guided by her feet. It was nearly a foot long, but only as thick as a sharpie marker. Xavier placed a tub at the edge of the table and smoothly swept it into its new home, clapping on the lid. 


In doing so, he had unpalmed her vagina, and the increasingly firm pokes and prods of the escaping Chitix had finally bore fruit. It slithered out, its body larger than a bug could be, but smaller than a baby could be. It was slick, and she groaned, her body clenching down as it squirted the slimy thing out itself. Its claws sank into the tender flesh of her labias as it lurched itself out of her, leaving her with a peculiar sensation of being abraded, abused, and abandoned all at the same time. It plopped onto the table, curling up protectively into a rounded donut, and Doctor Xavier scooped it up in both hands.


"Fantastic," he said, as he unfurled it between his paws. The thing had dozens of legs, chitinous spikes that flexed blindly, punching the air with a pneumatic power that explained the intense prickling she had felt on its way out. "Oh, what a specimen."


"Doctor," She stammered, as the last of the four finally worked its way out of her right breast. Unlike the 'crawfish'-esque one on the left, this one seemed softer. Less defined. It wobbled, half in and half out of her breast, and she gently reached for it, as the doctor examined what was clearly the 'pick of the litter'. She poked it, and it half-lurched, wrapping its legs exhaustedly around her finger. It clung, and she blushed as she felt a wave of... something for it. Protection? Possessiveness? Love? It was a bug. But it was her bug, and it was... wounded. It needed her help.


"This was an excellent batch," Xavier said, as he finished scribbling up some notes. "Unfortunately, there's a very very real risk that you may have some residual eggs. We are going to need to do a thorough examination of your body, to make sure that there aren't any additional parasites that need to be cultivated."


"Uh huh," She said, her body flush, exhausted, sore. She clenched her legs, grinding the inflamed, raw tissue of her vagina and urethra, as she cuddled with her bug-baby. "Okay, doc."


"We'll sedate you and examine you while you're under, tonight, while you sleep. You did great today, Vella. You should be proud."


"I am proud," Verra murmured. She could read between the lines, could sense the coyote's excitement to get another 'brood' from her. As she cuddled with the thing her body had nurtured into this world, she began to think... perhaps it wouldn't be that bad."