[Remmy and ****]<br/><br/>As the nameless Mantrusect Scuttler firmly sealed the large 'rib-cage' cavity that took up the entirety of the underside of it's/her body, it/she quickly rushed through the process of connecting with it's/her captured prey/host/guest/new friend.<br/><br/>It/she could only form the more simple processes... but even those involved deep and intimate exploration/intrusion. One slimy green tentacle wriggled into the wolf's lips and down his throat. it was a slender tentacle, only the width of a finger... but thick and strong enough to be easily felt even if Remmy had no gag reflex... and much more uncomfortable if he Did.<br/><br/>Other tentacles began removing his clothes, if he had any, but only just enough to pull pants and underwear down.<br/><br/>then things got worse, as another slender tentacle began wriggling and pushing into his anus! like the tentacle working down his throat, this one kept going deeper, starting to wind through his intestines gently but relentlessly.<br/><br/>The nameless Scuttler had to be reminded to hide behind a trashcan as it/she worked to form the connection. She had fed and done so many times, but always that was in the hive, safe with prey/friends it's older siblings had tamed/knew, with time and much closer to the all knowing song if she faltered.<br/><br/>This prey/host was totally new, and it/she was the first to hold them. So much newness, much uncertainty.<br/><br/>(hope you don't mind the weirdness here... I'm trying to establish and portray alien thought processes.)