Entaru waited patiently in his new lair, as the women he had stung earlier came in one by one. There were five of them in all, each with eyes staring vacantly into nothing. All of them were in either pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all and seemed to be pregnant, when only hours ago they were fit and trim.
Entaru knelt down in front of the closest girl, who was no more than 17, and placed his ear against her exposed stomach. Inside he could hear something scratching and clawing at the girl's insides, trying to break free. Entaru smiled and pulled his head away.
"Don't worry, little one, Daddy's going to help you." Entaru extended his claw and, with the skill of a surgeon, sliced the girl's stomach open and reached inside. "Now grab onto me...no, let go of her spine and grab my hand...that's it..." The girl suddenly went limp and collapsed to the floor as her driver left its makeshift cockpit.
Entaru's hand slipped out of her as she fell and in his hand was a tiny mass of flesh the size of a baseball, holding onto his hand with tiny tentacles. The creature put out its tentacles and Entaru put it up to his face as it slid its tendrils across the fur on his muzzle. Entaru then placed it on his shoulder.
"C'mon, lets get your brothers and then you all can eat." Entaru walked to the next woman and extended his claw once again.