Somehow you come back to your senses. No wait, im not a hydra, and im definitively NOT a mother. You just cant imagine having yourself pop out eggs all day and night... raising your young and feeling the joys of parenthood... having that handsome beast of a hydra.... NO! you shake your draconic head vigorously. This isnt you! You have to get out of here!
Your left head began to wake up from your shared elevated heart rate your shaking head. "whats happening sister you look flustered"
The realization of having another consciousness physically apart of your being sends you hysteric "Ge-Get away! your not me! I-I dont want to be some kind of broodmare freak with three unwanted guests"
You stand up on all fours and try to bolt away, more out of sear terror than logic. Your other two heads are startled awake at this and are taken on a bit of a ride.
Your left head tries to calm you down "Th-think of the eggs sister, even if this isnt your first choose, what about your children? what about how Goooood it felt to have Xolun breed usss?!"
"Dont call me sister you parasite, Im a guy! Im not going to just going to settle down and let whatever is happening corrupt me! I couldn't care less about those damn eggs, i couldn't care less about getting destroyed by Xolun!"
It seems that that last line brought your two other heads to full attention. As the leading head, you have priority over your body, and it takes the concerted willpower of the other three to hault and even override your own. With their efforts combined they bring your sprinting body to a grinding halting, planting your two forclaws in front of you like emergency brakes.
Your bottom head takes on a sterner tone than you remember "You ain't going to take away this sweet gig we got here pal!"
Your right agrees "Im not abandoning our eggs!"
You left restates "Come on... dontch wanna be filled with another clutch? You make a beautiful mother."
You look at each of the heads who have robbed you of control of your own body with wide terrified eyes. They each look back at you admittedly. Expressions ranging from rage, to pleading, to cajoling plastered on their draconinc muzzles.