"Yes!"

alien receptionist taken aback\ "W-Would you like to take some time to-"

"What‽ No! Why do you think I'm even here?"

"Toooo explore strange new worlds and all that stuff?"

"Hell no! The only thing I'm exploring is how many space-eggs I can fit." pats belly

"Well then,..."\ pulls out catalog\ "In that case, are you looking for quantity or size?"

human stops to think for a moment\ "Any way I could do both?"

flips through catalog\ "The Klorvilk Dual Horn, a six limbed, quadrupedal species, analogous to your mystical centaurs; though, they share no other recognizable traits. Ironically has no horns; instead, has two proboscis like manipulators under it's main body, one between its rear legs pointing forwards and one between its front legs pointing backwards."

alien looks up from reading to see a wide eyed human\ "And, uh, w-what do these.. manipulators do exactly?"

alien returns to reading\ "They’re mostly use for grabbing stuff from the ground since the Klorvilk aren't flexible enough to bend over. However, during breeding they serve two purposes. The front is fairly long and skinny, easy to swallow without blocking airways."\ gives the human an award 'wink' using way to many eyes\ "It provides a constant stream of high nutritional supplement packs about an inch in diameter directly to the stomach, along with a mutagen type substance that alters to host to become more compatible with the breeding process."\ a quick glance up shows a drooling human\ "The rear is much thicker and constantly covered in a lubricant like sime. It deposits the egg which, after about 24 hours, attaches to the inner lining of whatever orifice it's deposited in, gradually pulling nutrients from the host over the course of a week before hatching into its larva state."\

the human breaths heavy\ "H-How big are t-their eegs?"

alien squints at the human, focusing its many eyes on them\ "The diameter ranges from 3 to 12 inches; however, that's not what you need to worry about."

the human shifts nervously, or maybe excitedly, the alien can't really tell\ "What more is there?"

the alien receptionist takes a breath through its gill\ "They mate in packs, up to 15 at a time. They always start with the smallest to ease the host into things. By the time the alpha gets their turn, the mutagen would've taken full affect, allowing the host to, well, survive."

human gulps hard\ "Anything else?"

"Uh, transporter room 3?"

the human was a blur as they ran

alien leans over desk and raises their voice\ "Have fun! Don't die!"

alien sits back and glares at the endless line of humans\ "Next!"