Failure

Aaron tried to get **** his way into the place of his host's soul, tried to dislodge it, but having never been displaced by the power of the multitool, it was impossible for him to get so much as a toehold.

The most the woman would have felt was a vague sense of anxiety as the invading spirit she didn't even know existed was pulled down into her womb.

Aaron lost access to all of her senses except touch, which became focused into a small patch of awareness being dragged inexorably down her body. He felt the muscles in her throat flex as she swallowed nervously, kept pace with the saliva as it passed down her esophagus, felt the flutter in her heart and brief drawing-in of breath as her body registered what her mind could not understand: The feeling of a second soul passing through her body.

As he sank into the warm darkness of her womb, he found himself merging with a body that was almost fully formed and ready to be born. He felt fingers on his hands and toes on his feet, and when he tried to move his unborn body, he felt the pressure of a hand against the wall of his confines. Thoughts of escape became hard to focus on, and Aaron realised that his higher thought processes couldn't function in the mind of an unborn baby.

Struggling against the compulsion to give in and let go of his thoughts, Aaron felt a tiny fluttering sensation beside him, and in his detached state realised that it was the almost nonexistent spirit of the body that had drawn him in. He wasn't sure if he felt bad for it or not. He mostly felt tired. Like his body, he wanted to just curl up around it and fall asleep.