[michime]

"You're going to be such a good little breeder," the voice cooed in Cassian's ear as the play continued.  "Every bit of the planet will find its way into you for breeding."  Two more pods dropped into the breeder's body before the vine slowly pulled out leaving the mouth gaping wide.  Ten heavy pods now sat in the breeder's belly waiting for layers to be dissolved.  Once the vine retreated and the pods settled, the Novim seeds finished their own deposits the nub broke off from the trunk and sealed the entire clutch into Cassian's body.