Anthropology III: Unity
Anthropology III: Unity
The finale of the series!
Anthropology I: Synchronization ()
Anthropology II: Field Research()
Our brave anthropologist has done quite well so far, but a catastrophic accident might cut his research work short... or prolong it indefinitely!
Notes: Once again, while there is F/M sex in this story, most of the chicks pack dicks, so adjust your expectations accordingly! And thanks once more to my anonymous collaborator; I hope I've done our ideas justice :D.
U.E.S.M Department of Developing Species Observation & Research Base
Corona Borealis Beta, Planet II - OIXC Program Control Center
Jake Parker was not having a good day. Or for that matter, a good month.
A biotechnician fresh out of school, he had been promised cutting-edge field research work on a distant and exotic planet- along with a rather eye-popping salary. Hungry for the experience, the prestige and the money, he had signed up after all of five seconds deliberation. Now, nearly a year after that fact, he was really beginning to regret his haste.
He had worked himself to the very bone to make the dangerous and experimental mishmash of technologies that powered the OIXC work, throwing every bit of energy and ingenuity he had into the effort. Jake knew it was his tweaks to the neural nanotransmitters that had finally gotten the project to the prototype stages. He knew that it was his genesplicing techniques that made the alien DNA acceptable to a human host. His work had been praised by Dr. Americk herself as revolutionary and genius! But now that the program was functioning smoothly and his brilliance was no longer required, what was he doing?
He was cleaning up spooge.
One interesting quirk they found out not long after beginning their live trials was that while it was impossible for feelings from the controller's body to register with them while synchronized, any feeling or sensation that the clone experienced went straight into their own body. Heart rate, breathing, muscle spasms, yawns... and yes, even arousal. The meat puppeteer that Dr. Americk had somehow convinced to pilot the prototype was in hot and heavy with the natives, and whatever it was they were doing to him made him cum like crazy. The mating festival had been the worst day yet; when they finally pulled Sam out yesterday the suspension fluid looked like green milk. Thick, pungent, green milk...
And so here Jake found himself, wrist deep in cool biological waste after less than four hours of sleep. At least he didn't have to put on the biohazard gear; that stuff was awkward as hell to work in. After all, what was the danger in cleaning up old, boring suspension fluids mixed with normal human semen? The only downside was that it was going to take forever to wash the smell of it off his arms and clothes. Jake found that the smell was starting to make him a little horny.
A small splatter of the slimy goop fell onto his forearm from the top of the suspension tank. It was still warm; it must have been stuck to one of the light fixtures. Strangely, it was making the skin on his arm tingle. He brought his arm up closer to his face, so that he could get a better look at it. Jake stared at the milky, green-white admixture and felt the strangest urge to taste it...
He was very much surprised when his tongue shot out- seemingly of its own volition- and did exactly that.
A few days later, Jake found himself on his hands and knees licking up every last drop of warm fluid still in the bottom of the tank. After the first time, he had volunteered to take over all future cleaning shifts just so that he could do it again and again. Every time that Sam finished his clone-piloting excursions, Jake found himself hurrying to unstrap his colleague so that he could get to his sweet, sticky treat faster. Jake had a pretty good idea that the cum he had been sampling was saturated with draconian-human hybrid pheromones, a side-effect of the DNA they had spliced Sam with. It explained the taste and the aphrodisiac effect it was having on him, not to mention it was probably quite nutritious. Completely safe to consume... as long as Dr. Americk didn't catch him in the act.
Jake had just finished his most recent 'cleaning' of the tank and was racing down the hall to the showers, so that he could deal with the titanic erection now tenting his pants. What had been a quick jog turned into a slow walk as it rubbed with almost-painful sensitivity against his underwear. He ran into a shower stall, not even bothering to take off all his clothes before stepping under the running water. After a few impressive bits of clothing-removal gymnastics, he was furiously masturbating into the hot torrent of water, eyes closed and mouth wide open in tense pleasure. Already aroused from underwear friction, it didn't take him very long to climax, spraying a thick burst of seed onto the plastic wall. Slowly, the water and steam began to wash it down the drain. Jake let himself sigh with relief, and reached for his shampoo.
Jake started soaping up his hair, but stopped when he heard someone clear their throat right outside his shower. Cautiously, not sure what to expect, Jake peeked open the door to his stall.
There was young man outside of it. Jake recognized him as one of the anthropology interns still in college. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, which was doing a rather poor job of hiding his raging erection. Jake blinked with surprise. He knew that the pheromones the draconians put off were strong, but this was ridiculous.
"Hey," the newcomer said, a lusty smile on his face, "would you mind if I join you in there?"
Jake considered his question for a few seconds before pulled his co-worker into the shower. The towel tumbled to the ground as he was led into the humid stall, but that didn't seem to bother either man overmuch...
The Next Day...
Sam was preparing for another outing with Usari's body. A very special outing, one that the two of them had spent considerable time planning. Sam hadn't mentioned it to Dr. Americk or any of his fellow humans; they didn't even know that their science project was a fully-independent, sentient creature... and now Sam's best friend.
After meeting with Usari for the first time, the two had become fast friends. They had twice met clandestinely since their first spontaneous rendezvous. Both times, they had intended to do nothing but talk. Each time they ended up making love. While Sam had never been particularly attracted to other men of the human persuasion, he found Usari and the other draconians of both genders to be impossibly beautiful. It didn't hurt that the draconian mating season flooded their minds and bodies with the need to have sex, a need that was echoed inside Sam's genetically-modified body. Their relationship was more than just chemical reactions and biological imperatives, however.
The two of them had found themselves drawn to one another in the most curious way. They were both smart but mistake-prone, adventurous but shy. They shared the same taste in food and women, in stories and in men. Usari was utterly fascinated with human society, history and technology, which gave Sam the rather unique but interesting problem of trying to portray his own species in a somewhat-objective manner. For his part, Usari shared his steadily-growing knowledge of his own culture with Sam; a culture that Sam had found equally irresistible. And (on a less intellectual level) Sam knew how to use his tongue in ways that made Usari shiver just to think of, and Sam found himself hard every time that he imagined the draconian's powerful but exceedingly deft tail swishing through the air...
Sam had come to the rather shocking realization that he was falling in love not only with an alien, but an alien male from a vastly less developed culture who was a vat-grown clone originally designed to be a mindless meat puppet. To call the relationship star-crossed was like calling a 'Reckoning'-class dreadnaught a rowboat. And yet, he didn't care.
Sam vigorously scratched his head as Sergei and Jake- the junior biotechnicians- strapped him in to the synchronization tank. He suspected it had something to do with the helmet they made him wear, a bulky and ugly thing that looked like a mix between a colander and a particle cannon. Whenever the biotechs didn't calibrate it right, it made his brain feel like it was being cooked.
(Repeat: Sam, I said are you sure you're ready to go back in? Are you sure you don't want to, say, sleep? I've been looking over your biometrics recently and it's making me sort of nervous.) Dr. Americk said to him, over the direct neural connection. It really bothered Sam how subtle communication over it actually was; he had always imagined telepathy would be a lot flashier. As it was, it was easy to miss out on what someone was saying unless you were listening to your own thoughts really hard.
(Yes, I'm positive. If I miss even a single day of the festival, they are going to know something is up.) This was actually a total lie. Usari had already covered quite a few of the critical mating festival events for him, and put forth an exemplary front. Clone or no, he had taken to his culture with remarkable speed. No, today he had to go because he had to help Usari with a little favor...
(Well, I'm just a little concerned. You are really pushing your body's limits, Sam. But as long as you are willing and able to continue, we'll keep you in the field...)
(Gotcha, I copy. Can we synchronize yet?)
(Yes, of course;) She thought-spoke, and then, "People, get clear and synchronize!"
"Power levels good, activating..." A bored-sounding tech said, flipping switches.
Sam felt his mind freeze up and then slip away from him. He was used to it now. It was a sensation not unlike falling asleep, albeit a whole lot faster...
Sam found himself mid-stride when he re-synchronized with Usari. He briefly stumbled, almost dropping the picnic basket he seemed to be carrying. He recognized his surroundings; he was on a beach not far from the village. Ingela seemed to be next to him; his fall had been arrested by a female's claw.
"Watch your step, love!" She said. She gave his ass a playful swat, taking the basket from his hands when he went to smack her back. "Too slow!"
"Hey!" Sam laughed as he chased after her, managing to grab on to her tail as it flew behind her. With a firm yank, he pulled her into an oncoming wave... but not before she spun around and took him with her. The two of them flew into the sand and surf, laughing as the wave crested their prone bodies. She kissed him as their bodies twisted around in the soft, waterlogged sand. Thankfully, the picnic basket had landed clear of the water.
Ingela reaching over and began digging around in the basket. "What is in here anyway? Towels... lunch... oooh, massage oil? Lotions?" She spread out a towel on the dry sand nearby, and pulled Sam onto it.
Sam realized that his timing must have been off a few minutes from their original plan; he was supposed to take over for Usari before they had left. He wasn't too surprised, however. If anything delighted Ingela more than storytelling, it was spontaneity. Today was one of the more important days of the mating festival; the time when the female pilgrims would take one of their now-fertilized eggs from a male to bring home with them. Usari wanted his help today, because it would be the best possible time to ask her to 'share' with him.
It was another thing that had slipped past the human scientists; the mating festival wasn't just one day, it was actually a week-long endeavor. Granted, the celebration on the first day was the biggest and most important, the one with the most speeches and the most food- but it certainly wasn't the only day. It was another fact that Sam had personally discovered about draconian culture, like the 'sharing' ceremony and the myth of the first mating festival; another piece of information now earnestly spreading throughout the information webs that linked the galaxy. A person on Earth could query the United Earth Science Ministry's server, and see the data for themselves. They could listen to Sam's own audio logs and read his reports, see the satellite imaging of Corona Borealis Beta II and the holographic videos taken of the first OIXC clones. And they had, by the millions. The OIXC program had been a phenomenal public relations coup for the Science Ministry. According to the tracking software, almost one billion people had seen or read something about Dr. Americk's project and Sam's work. The number of aliens accessing the data was nearly double that. Public interest in the sciences- already high after the recent Peony supernova- had skyrocketed. The UESM anthropology department- once the province of low-ambition bureaucrats- had been inundated with eager applicants and research money.
Sam tried not to let these facts go to his head as he rubbed the soles of Ingela's sore feet. His human fame and notoriety didn't feel nearly real as the beautiful female in front of him. Sam had been smitten by her talent as a storyteller, while Usari found himself unable to resist her exhaustive knowledge of his culture. They both found her beautiful beyond measure. With her short and lithe body, evolved by nature and designed by careful sharing-ceremonies to be light enough to fly, she looked more like a human girl than any of the other draconians that Sam had met. When she walked around with her wings wrapped around her arms and chest, she looked like a girl wearing a coat three sizes too big.
"Go lower; rub the heels please... ahhhhh, yeah..." She cooed to him softly, her tail lazily resting in the warm sand beneath them. Ingela wasn't used to walking around for extended periods of time on her feet. After three solid days of cavorting around on the hard rock of the underground meeting hall, they were killing her. It was part of the reason that Sam suggested they go to the beach.
Ingela began to dangle her other, untouched foot in front of his snout with playful haughtiness. Sam smiled, more than willing to indulge her... especially given how well she had been treating him in the sack. She had gone easy on him the first time they had mated, after she became aware it was his first mating season. Now that he had more experience, she was doing things to him that were positively sinful.
Female draconians actually had bigger members than the males, members big and long enough to deposit eggs inside of the male's internal pouch with ease. Ingela was so skilled with her flexible pseudopenis that she could take Sam's entire hard maleness into it. No words- human or draconian- did justice to the squeezing, intimate pleasure of having a female's cock wrapped tight around yours...
He looked up to Inegla as he continued to rub her leathery feet and hard talons, her contented moans music to his ears. Sam began to add his tongue into the treatment, sliding wet licks between her toes. That maneuver made her wings flutter slightly; she was a little ticklish between her toes.
"Would you terribly mind coming to my tribe next mating season?" She mumbled to him disjointedly as she leaned back. "If not, that's alright. I'll go to yours..."
"Oh, I'm sure we can work out something, love." Sam said. He smiled at her as he let his tongue work its way north, claws still massaging her feet. He kept caressing them, even as he buried his muzzle into her soft, fuzzy sheath.
She began to play with herself, at first nothing but quick pokes and rubs, but eventually full and long strokes. The pink, moist tip started to emerge from her sheath...
She didn't need to say anything, and Sam didn't need to hear anything. Their shared love had become beautifully familiar by now. Even though he had no clue how to give her an egg, he knew that his instincts and her care would make the way clear. Sam gave the pheromone saturated female-cock in his hands a few long, affectionate licks as it finished hardening, and let those instincts take over.
Sam crouched astride her, holding her pseudopenis in one hand while he move his tail out of the way. The tip of her hard member pressed insistently against his pucker, smearing it with warm, natural lubricant. She took his free hand into hers, their smooth, scaled palms pressed tightly together as Sam began to lower himself. Sam felt the head pop in past his ring, a movement that made Ingela's wings and eyelids tremble, made her buck herself upward and deeper into him. When it felt like it was in the right place, Sam pushed himself downward as far as he could, impaling himself on the thick dragonmeat. He let out a cry of sexual pleasure as their hips met in a jerky series of movements.
Sam leaned forward to kiss her as she thrust into him, and his internal egg-pouch began to respond to her forceful touch. He felt the most curious, sloshing feelings from inside his depths, as one of the slimy, fertilized eggs inside him was massaged out from his egg-pouch. Sam felt his anal muscles pull it down into his tight passage, and press it against the tip of Ingela's fat pseudopenis. For a second, Sam groaned as his anal pouch sealed back up, a little less full than before. At first it felt like a feeling of emptiness, but quickly changed into something pleasurable. The feeling of the egg leaving him wasn't one of loss, but one of giving. There was a movement inside his anal passage. He felt the tip of Ingela's member flex open, and start to swallow up the egg inside him. Now, it was her turn to moan aloud from sexual pleasure.
Draconian sex and reproduction were very unique, and very different from Sam's human experiences. At first he had been both scared, intimidated, and apprehensive about it, but since experiencing most of it firsthand all of that had changed. On an intellectual level, Sam realized that he had just laid an egg into his female lover's cock; a sexual act completely outside any human frame of reference. On a deeper, primal level, all he could do was ride the titanic orgasm that overtook him as he did it. His maleness shot powerful and heavy blasts of seed onto her upper chest and face as she continued to work the egg deeper into her cock, pausing occasionally to lick up the seed painting her muzzle.
When it was finally over, he collapsed onto her sticky, cum-covered chest in a tired heap. She wrapped her wings around them both, and rubbed his horns and earfins affectionately.
"You did a great job, Usari. I still can't believe this is your first mating season."
All Sam could do was pant into her sweet-smelling neck and try and catch his breath.
Ingela pulled her member out of his ass with a wet squish, bits of slick and sticky bodily fluids still dripping from it. She rubbed the bottom of her softening sheath affectionately. "There we go; nice and safe..."
The two of them laid together on the beach, relaxing. Only the sounds of low waves washing across the shore and the occasional squawking of a jungle hawk interrupted their peaceful silence. One of the two suns in the distance had begun to set just then, right as the second was rising. Sam had never seen a sunrise and a sunset at the same time; the juxtaposition felt romantic in a strange, alien way. If he was going to make his move, now was the time...
"Ingela, I... I was wondering if... well, I want you to share with me." Sam asked, nervously.
That got her to raise an eyeridge. "Usari... our bodies are very different. Such a change is no easy matter."
"I know. I know exactly what you mean, and yet if you are willing I still want it." Sam said, mustering his confidence.
"Are you sure? Absolutely sure? I mean, if it is what you truly want, then I will be more than happy to help you, Usari. But bear in mind that the gifts I possess require certain sacrifices; flight is not for the weak of heart nor the strong of body."
"I know..."
"It will take you many months of practice and hardship to learn how to fly. Our tribe's hatchlings are taught from their nests how to do it; you would be working against your own instincts for a very long time. If you crash you could hurt or even kill yourself..."
"...Ingela, I know what..."
"...and the change itself! It is dangerous, you understand? We cannot stop for even a second once we begin, or the results could be catastrophic. I couldn't bear to let anything happen to you, Usari. No, it is too dangerous. I urge you to..."
"Dangerous, maybe. But what life is free of danger?" He interrupted. Usari was utterly adamant about wanting wings, fearless of the cost. Sam had been less-enthused, but he owed his friend much for the use of his body.
Ingela gave him a very curious look. Something in her eyes expressed months, maybe even years of careful thought and reflection, and a vague sense of kinship with Sam.
"Usari," She began, softly, "I know the old stories, the oldest of them. The stories that tell of tragedy and violence, suffering and terrible losses. They tell of dark times, but... also something else. They tell of heroes and ingenuity, they tell of discovery and knowledge. What I fear, Usari, is that this golden age of peace has made us soft in our minds and hearts. We are not nearly as curious or adventurous as our ancestors once were. Why would we be? We have almost everything we could wish for..."
Uh-oh. Sam thought. This was no idle line of questioning. This was the line of thinking- a thirst for understanding- that led species down the very long, harsh, difficult, but ultimately rewarding path of progress. Sam realized in an instant that he was going to have to be very, very careful with what he said...
"I mean, we have all heard the story of the High Peaks..." She began.
A draconian myth, not unlike that of Icarus, Sam reminded himself. A winged draconian once tried to fly close enough to one of the suns, to see what it was made out of. Needless to say, it did not end very well for him.
"...but what *do* you suppose that our suns are made out of? It is no normal fire, of course, but what sort of fire did the sun-gods grant us? Where does its inexhaustible fuel come from? Does it even burn from fuel?"
Sam smiled nervously, and tried to come up with an appropriate wrong answer. Failing to think of one, he settled for misdirection. "I do not know, Ingela. All I know is that your beauty makes them seem dim."
She smiled at him roguishly, half-blushing. "I see your mind is on other matters at the moment, my horny little angel. But would you like to discuss it later? There are not many others like you and I; not many others who still thirst for knowledge..."
"Of course, Ingela. It would be my pleasure to do just that." Yes! Usari could handle this topic much, much better than me! Sam thought, grateful to have dodged a civilization-sized bullet.
"Well, let's get to it!" She took the black vial from him and gave it a disgusted look. "By the gods, I hate drinking this stuff! Sometimes I think it's a miracle that our ancestors ever shared at all..."
Nonetheless, she gave him a cute smirk and gulped the foul-smelling stuff down. She stood up and wrapped her wings around her back, letting her member harden straight out in front of her. When it reached its full size and began to fill with transformative female-cum, she had to balance with her tail to prevent the thick and long member from upsetting her stability. Wordlessly, Sam gave her a look of thanks and got to his knees.
Sam took his first tentative drink from the drooling tip of the cock in front of him. He didn't have a clue what to expect the first time he had 'shared' with another, but this time he had some understanding of the process. Something inside that strange black stuff that the high priestesses made temporarily changed draconian cum into a powerful transformative fluid, one capable of changing other draconians into a form like that of their partner. All different sorts of traits could be shared, although there was a certain art to it that Sam didn't understand. Dr. Americk had told him to try and recover some of the fluid so they could test it, but the priestesses guarded it zealously. It had taken Usari hours of prostrate begging to get their permission, and Sam certainly wasn't about to take it from his friend.
Suddenly, the trickle of juices entering his mouth became a veritable flood. A thick, heavy load of female-cum shot straight from the musk-laden cock in his mouth straight down his throat, tingling as it sloshed into his belly. It was funny; usually the female's cum was thinner and sweeter than that of the males, (likely because it lacked sperm) but the stuff gushing into him now was as thick as molasses. Harsh, powerful waves of pleasure shot out along his nerves and Sam felt himself climax, but not even a drop of seed leaked from his member. He wondered if it had gone to help fuel his change.
With a strange feeling of light-headed euphoria, Sam felt his climax plateau into a strange burning pleasure that radiated out into his bones and muscles. His scales shuddered as an intense, internal heat danced underneath them, until eventually the feelings began to focus intensely on his shoulders and upper back. With a wet, tearing sound and a feeling that was an almost perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, Sam felt the beginnings of his new wings emerge from his back.
"Hmmghhh!" He moaned out, tears flowing down his lidless eyes. Ingela rubbed his earfins gently, trying to comfort him as the transformation wracked his body. It was very, very hard to maintain his focus given the searing mix of agony and ecstasy assaulting his nervous system.
Sam heard a sharp, cracking sound come from his back, and realized that his new bone structure was developing. The shock of it made Sam miss one of his swallows, and a mouthful of female-cum and saliva started leaking out of his muzzle and down his chin.
"I know; it hurts a lot, doesn't it? You can do this, Usari. Just focus on me, keep drinking..." She said softly but firmly, her pseudopenis still squirting bursts of transformative female-cum down his throat.
Sam tried to do just that. He focused on the hot cock filling his mouth, moving his muzzle farther down on it and wrapping his tongue around it as he continued to suck on the pulsing, hard member. It did help; every time her thick, musky juices entered his belly, his pain lessened and his pleasure increased. The problem was that there was just so much of it; his throat constantly had to gulp and gulp, and yet neither his hunger nor the flow of cum seemed to lessen.
Throughout the ordeal, Sam managed to steadfastly maintain their coupling despite the toll it took on him. His whole body felt weak; he could practically feel his himself shrink and his muscles weaken as more and more of his body mass went toward making his new wings. His chest and stomach burned with heat, and every one of his normal limbs quivered unsteadily. He could see Ingela looked the worse for wear as well; she tired right before his eyes as she gave him every drop of spare fluid she had in her own body.
Sam couldn't see what continued to go on behind him, but he could feel it. A heavy weight grew out from his back, followed by the sensation of strange and pained but wondrously new nerve-endings crackling to life. The muscle structure continued to grow more powerful, as the backlimbs reached their full size and strength. As soon as they did, a pulling sensation from them heralded the spread of the thick, leathery membrane growing between them. He rubbed the trailing edge of them with two of his free claws; the scales there were light, broad, thick and large.
Suddenly, the flow of female-cum from Ingela tapered off, and she collapsed to her haunches with a tired groan. Sam's body still hurt from the aftershocks of his transformation, but the changes appeared to be slowing down.
(It worked! I can feel it; it worked, didn't it!) Usari's consciousness spoke in his mind, thrilled.
(That was... a real bitch, but yeah. It is done.) Sam thought-spoke back. Sam let his sore and still-growing wings fold against his back, and let himself sink into the soft blanket underneath him. His new limbs hurt something fierce- no way in hell was Usari going to be sleeping on his back anytime soon- but it was the good kind of hurt.
Ingela leaned forward and kissed him again, examining his changes. She was looking quite proud of herself.
"How can I ever thank you?" Sam said to the sky-scaled draconian, rubbing her headfur gently as they kissed again.
"Oh, I can think of a few things," she said in a low and sultry voice, rubbing underneath his tail, "but first, we better get some water. And I think I'd like to hear another story from you..."
Sam was more than happy to oblige, pulling the flasks of water out and handing one to Ingela. As he drank from his own flask and mulled over what story to tell (maybe something religious this time?), he pulled a fresh bottle of massage oil from the picnic basket and went back to work on Ingela's sore talons. She sighed at the unexpected but welcome gesture, softly and contentedly.
In the back of his mind, Sam heard Usari's consciousness thanking him still.
Later, Back in the Lab...
"Wings?" Dr. Americk asked.
"Yep." Sam responded.
"Wings!"
"Yep!"
"That is incredible! Gliding or flapping? Carry weight limitations? What else changed in the clone's body? Oh, we have to get an image of its bone structure; twenty-to-one parts of them are hollow! A whole-body scale transformation! Evolution is never short of surprises, eh?" She asked gleefully. "But why on earth didn't you tell me? Was this spontaneous?"
"Yeah, spur-of-the moment." Sam lied, with what he hoped was a sincere smile. "The moment was right and everything sort of... fell into place, I guess."
"We should have thought of this ourselves! This is perfect. Perfect! Oh, I can hardly wait until the festivities are over and we can bring the clone in! I mean, phase two of the experiment is going to start next week. I'll brief you on it Thursday."
"Phase two?" Sam asked in a concerned voice, as he scratched his head.
"Yes. We'll be bringing in the clone prototype-what did you call it? Usari?- and rolling out the production models. Those eggs in it are going to be incredibly informative; we are probably going to try raising one."
"What!? No, you can't do that!" Sam nearly shouted, mortified. "What about my report did you not understand; child-raising is a tribal affair, not an individual one! There is no way you could do it right! You can't take our eggs!"
"Did you say 'our' eggs?" Dr. Americk asked, raising an eyebrow in a curiously ambiguous gesture.
"Er... maybe." Sam said. His skin felt flush; he hoped he hadn't given away too much.
"You're talking about your clone like it's a real draconian. Don't be pathetic, and I mean this figuratively and literally." She chastised.
But he is! He wanted to counter.
"It's okay, I understand if you are upset, Sam. You have been living inside it for weeks now. But please, review the data. See if we can do it safely; if not, we can always let the clone lay the eggs before we bring it in. Give it some time, think it over, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Sam knew that his answer wasn't going to change one bit, but he wasn't big on confrontations. "I... okay, yeah. I can do that." He said, trying to sound honest as he scratched his itching scalp.
"Alright, good to hear. Oh, I can't wait scoop out that brain and see how it preformed. And we'll be able to see the full extent of the clone's transformation after a nice and thorough dissection..."
It was more of a testament to Sam's ability to ignore inconvenient bits of information than his iron will, but after this startling revelation he didn't scream. At least, not on the outside. _What the fuck!? No! You can't do it; he's alive! He's sentient! I love him; he's my friend! _Came out as a mumbled 'of course'.
She smiled at him, a friendly but patronizing smile. Sam imagined her in a bloodstained smock- brain in one hand and a laser saw in the other- and tried not to shudder.
15 Minutes Later...
Sam stood in the shower room, letting the hot water run down his back while he thought of what to do. He couldn't let Dr. Americk get ahold of Usari; he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her that the clone was now a real draconian, not just some mindless experiment they could slice open like a tomato. This meant he had to tell her what he knew, tell her how unpredictable the OIXC program actually was... maybe even tell her about their 'encounters' together. She had to tell her boss on Earth, and whoever they were had to order them back home. It was a clear, utterly certain chain of events, and yet Sam found himself lost in thought, analyzing impossible alternatives.
It made Sam feel sick; for once in his life he had found a calling that meant something to him, and now he was going to have to leave it. Worse, he would never see Usari again. Never get to talk to him about his hopes and dreams, or listen to Usari's. Never get to participate in another draconian mating festival. Never get to see the year's eggs laid, or see the next generation hatch. Sam felt isolation, numbness and loneliness well up inside him so quickly he was surprised when he started crying. He had only been on the planet a month, and already he had begun to think of it as his new home.
Sam pulled on his hair in a sudden, tormented expression of his grief, and was surprised to find that it wasn't painful at all. He was even surprised when it easily came off his head. But the most surprising thing to strike him was when his hands went to feel the newly-bald patch of space on his head, and found soft but leathery scales there. The skin around it felt hot, feverishly warm... and awfully thick...
Sam took a deep breath, the hot and moist air of the shower making him feel lightheaded. His heart was thudding against his chest like a jackhammer. This was probably bad. He touched his forehead again, and felt the dull sensation of fingernails against his- *his!*- scales. This was probably very, very bad.
No, wait, be reasonable for a second here! Sam told himself, as he tried valiantly to explain away this rather alarming development. You've been riding around in a draconian's body for days at a time and missing out on most of your sleep, and you wonder why you feel like one? Your mind is just playing tricks on you!
Actually, that sounded pretty reasonable. Sam still felt nervous but much calmer as he turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked over to the other side of the locker room, to one of the mirrors above a sink. Sam felt a curious sense of surprise when he noticed that he could actually see the forming scales in his reflection. He felt a less-wondrous sense of alarm come over him when he saw that a pair of short, stubby horns were forming underneath the skin there...
Sam took off, running out of the locker room so fast that he left his towel behind. He covered his forehead with his left arm as he ran, not caring about how his schmuck flopped around in plain view as he ran toward Dr. Americk's lab. He pushed his way through the security door right as a technician was leaving it and ran straight up to her. She and Dr. Li were talking to a few assembled biologists, a conversation that ended quite quickly with Sam's arrival.
"Uh... Mr. Zimmermann, are you feeling alright? You seem to be missing... a few articles of clothing..." She said, keeping her voice even.
"Help me!" Sam shouted, in full-on panic mode. What little composure he had was long since gone. "I think I'm turning into an alien!"
"What!? That is extremely unlikel- oh my god!" Dr. Li said in shock, as he caught sight of the small scales pressing their way through Sam's forehead. He started shouting orders to the nearby biotechnicians. They brought forward syringes and shot Sam with dozens of different chemicals and tailored retrovirsues in a desperate attempt to save his disappearing humanity.
While they were still working on Sam, most of his hair fell out, pushed out by growing headscales. Both of his big tonenails were replaced by blunt, protean talons, and his tailbone began to expand and lengthen outward ever-so slightly, accompanied by muscle and scales that made clear that it was becoming a real tail. Dr. Americk watched all of this with a look of utter horror, as she tried to calculate the damage this would do to her career.
Gradually the treatment began to take effect. Sam felt his skin stop tingling and cool down. His muscles weakened with soreness and his headache softened into a dull, fuzzy feeling as they worked. His horns stopped growing at eight centimeters, and his tail stopped at twenty. He could actually wiggle it a little bit, although it felt incredibly uncomfortable to do so. The muscles on his backside must not have changed enough.
The stress on his system nearly made him pass out. Dr. Li was only able to keep him awake via adrenal stimulants. When the doctor finished his work, he gave Sam a handful of sleeping pills and a glass of water, which Sam gratefully accepted.
"He should be fine; he's going to need some rest." Dr. Li said, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "We'll have to work on turning him back to normal later; it would be too dangerous to attempt it now. And we are going to shut down the program until we find out what happened to Mr. Zimmermann. No more games, no more bitching about 'delays' and 'funding', okay Lisa?"
Dr. Americk opened her mouth to protest, but a harsh glare from Dr. Li shut it down before she could begin. His teeth were clenched as he followed-through on her. "Your poor pilot very nearly transformed before our eyes into an alien! If that doesn't give you pause, what the hell will?"
Dr. Li turned away from her before she could respond. He and two of his assistants picked up Sam's sleeping form and began to carry him back to his room.
Dr. Americk tried to look emotionless, but actually looked crestfallen as she started to rattle off orders to her subordinates in a flat voice. "Jake. Sterilize the tank. Jessica, start looking for a new test pilot; I want to do the interviews tomorrow afternoon. Sergei, help Dr. Li. The rest of you: find me a bottle of whiskey. Bourbon whiskey."
"Jake is sick, Dr. Americk." Jessica said. "He said he was feeling ill today."
Jake had indeed been quite unwell. He was a biotechnician and not a doctor, but even he knew something was wrong when you could masturbate four times in less than an hour and still have a raging hard-on. Something stopped him in his tracks as he slowly made his way from his room toward the infirmary. What was that smell? Dear god, what could that be? It made him let out a quick, involuntary sigh of need.
Jake paused and tried to decide if he should investigate the musky, alluring aroma or make greater haste towards the doctor. In the time it took for him to decide, even more of that sweet, cloying odor made its way into his nose and made the choice for him. He walked down the hallway toward where the smell was the strongest, blissfully ignorant of the alien pheromones lighting up his brain with a storm of sexual need. In the seconds that it took for him to reach that door, his body was actually shaking with pent-up desire. Jake knocked three times quickly, and then another three times when whoever lived there had the temerity not to open the door instantly. The door only slid open after ten agonizingly long seconds, during which he had to dance back and forth on his feet and adjust his underwear about that many times.
"Ugh... hello?" Came the raspy voice from the room's occupant. Jake was surprised to see that it was Sam Zimmermann himself, the hero of the OIXC program and the boy who's genetically-modified seed he had been clandestinely drinking. His skin looked horribly taut and pallid... like it wasn't quite skin anymore. A short pair of undeveloped horns decorated his forehead like an afterthought.
"Oh my god! What happened to you!?" Jake asked.
"Oh, you didn't hear?" Sam asked back. He gave a hoarse laugh as he elaborated. "Huge, huge flaw with the OIXC genesplicing procedures. I almost transformed into a full draconian."
Jake's eyes went so wide that his eyebrows almost touched his hairline. Suddenly, an awful lot of a disconnected error reports and strange events surrounding OIXC testing started to fit into a pattern. For a handful of very intense seconds, his mind raced as it processed this information and began trying to evaluate the exact size and scope of the catastrophe that might befall the Corona Borealis Beta observation base.
"Sam? Don't be afraid, but I think that I might in fact be the dumbest human being to have ever been born." Jake said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Uh... what?" Sam responded, confused.
Jake was not dumb. In fact, he was incredibly intelligent. He was well aware of the dangers that came with splicing alien and human DNA together, of how incredibly unstable such modifications could be. He knew that Dr. Americk had surreptitiously diverted almost all of the money intended for safeguards against runaway retroviral infections toward other parts of the program back when it was still in its infancy. He was now well aware of the fact that whatever was afflicting Sam was likely alive in his bloodstream and replicating with frightening speed. Lastly, he was aware that all of the bodily fluids that Sam had produced in that synchronization tank were likely just as infectious, and that most of the lab techs had been exposed to them at least once...
"Hey there Sam!" Jake said nervously, not explaining his prior outburst. He hoped that Sam didn't look at his pants. He could feel uncontrollable bursts of precum staining his underwear even as he spoke. "Could I maybe come in for a second and, uhm... talk with you?"
"I don't know; I'm supposed to be getting rest right..." Sam started to say, before he began to smell the musk flowing from his friend's pants. Sam felt his nostrils flare as they picked up the scent, an erection already pressing against his pajama bottoms. "Oh no... you too?" He whined.
"I'm afraid so." Jake said, struggling to maintain his focus. "Not just me; we may be dealing with a full-blow epidemic here..."
Sam pulled his stricken colleague in past his threshold with all the haste he could, shutting the door behind him. "Ho-ly shit."
"Oh god, this is all my fault!" Jake lamented. "I should have double-checked the retrovirus! I should have been more careful! But... how!? There shouldn't have been any way for it to become tailored to full-on draconian DNA; it's impossible!"
Now it was Sam's turn to feel guilt-soaked dread. He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Just... theoretically speaking, what if I had been, uh, introduced to draconian DNA?"
"Doubtful. No way you could have been exposed to enough genetic material without your knowledge. The odds are astronomically small..."
"...what if I, uh, had sex with Usari?" Sam interrupted.
"What!? You had *sex* with your *clone*? Are you out of your mind!?" Jake said, grabbing Sam's pajama tops and shaking him vigorously. Jake was shorter than Sam by a good ten centimeters, but he was pretty strong for his size. Sam tried not to let himself become aroused by the furious engineer as Jake shoved him against his own wall, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it. Since when did short and nerdy guys turn him on?
For a second, Jake looked like he was going to take a swing at Sam, but he stopped himself. Jake let out a sudden laugh. "Americk cut the safety budget so low we had to re-use gloves. I messed up making the retrovirus. You had sex with a piece of animated meat..."
"...actually, Usari is sentient..." Sam interjected, as indignantly as possible given the circumstances.
"...what." Jake said flatly, more statement than question. "I guess that means that Li failed to design an empty brain you could mentally synchronize with. Is there *any* part of this project that we didn't royally fuck up?"
"If it's any consolation, the aliens still don't know we're here. Except Usari, of course." Sam said, scratching his head again. He could feel the scales there tingle, as if they had resumed their growth...
"Well, we had better go tell Americk. We better start containing this situation before something... something goes... why is your hand on my leg?" Jake asked. It came out a hell of a lot more inviting than he had intended.
"Sorry." Sam replied, not really feeling sorry in the least. "It's the pheromones. They do a real number on your brain."
"Yeah, sorry, of course. You... you realize we... we can't do anything right now. From what your reports said, the draconians ability to transform is hardwired into their sex drives, right? If we let their mating instincts take over, there is no stopping the changes."
"Yeah."
"We better get to Americk and Li on the double, or this whole base is going to be..." Jake's words were cut off, as Sam leaned forward and kissed him. Sam pressed his raging erection against Jake's, their hot and hard members shaking at the meeting even through the layers of clothing separating them.
Sam had been able to think clearly and rationally when he had been by himself and the fresh shower had washed him clean of his own musk. Now, however, in a small and poorly ventilated room with another virile, transforming, musk-laden male, his brain was being hijacked by his penis. Would it really hurt if they had one quick, short little session together? Would it even hurt that much if he transformed all the way? He could stay with Usari and the others, could see everything on the planet firsthand...
"Stop... stop... we can't..." Jake said, trying to protest even as he tore off the top of Sam's pajamas. He saw that a sheen of sweat covered Sam's naked upper body, which had already begun to turn a pale, gray color.
"I don't know if I want to stop..." Sam mumbled back, hands massaging the other boy's ass cheeks firmly through his pants as he continued to kiss him between words. In seconds, most of their clothing was on the floor.
By now, Jake had been reduced to his underwear and Sam was completely naked, his partially-transformed body plain to see. Jake's hands felt inexorably drawn to the other boy's short tail-stub, playing with the undeveloped appendage. It twitched as a little as he played with it. Had it just gained a centimeter, before his eyes? Why was that turning him on so much? Jake's underwear was soaking wet along the front, the fully-erect cock trapped inside it leaking so much preseed that it was actually dripping onto the floor. The part that scared him was that the back of his underwear looked the same way...
"Why... why am I... what the..." Jake stammered. Being a biotech, he had a good idea of what draconian DNA looked like, but not much of an idea of how the living creature actually worked. "Why is my ass so... tickly?"
"Draconian males hold the eggs for the females, and let other guys do the fertilization for them. Anal sex is part of their reproductive cycle; they crave it." Sam explained, trying to speak evenly as he licked Jake's neck.
"Oh..." The musk in the room was so thick that Jake felt dizzy. It was hard to breathe through the pheromone-laden air, so his breathing became deeper and quicker, which of course just made him inhale more of the musk...
He began to feel lightheaded. Jake stumbled over to Sam's bed, collapsing onto the soft surface. "We shouldn't do this. We really, really shouldn't..."
"I know." Sam said, still moving over to the bed.
"Just... tell me one thing. What's it like being a draconian? Is it... good?" Jake asked. He already sounded resigned to his fate.
"Yes, very much so. They are truly majestic, intelligent, kind and beautiful creatures." Sam said, with a great sigh. "But I think I've fallen in love with one of them, so I'm not exactly objective."
"Sam?" Jake asked. His heart was thudding in his chest; his resistance was crumbling more and more each second. He knew what he wanted. No; what he needed.
"Yeah?"
"Could you... help me... just a little bit?" It was a whimper, but a sincere one.
"Sure."
Sam leaned forward and licked the wet patch on the front of his tented underwear. Jake gripped his bedsheets tightly, a fresh gush of preseed replacing the juices sucked up by Sam. Sam simply buried his face into the soggy, musk-rich undergarment, letting the aroma of sex fill his nose. His tongue- strangely pale- had slipped its way through the folds of his underwear, and was ticking the head of Jake's overstimulated penis. The feeling made Jake moan out, until a pillowcase was shoved into his mouth.
"We have to be quiet, for now." Sam said, pulling Jake's cock out of its cloth prison and wrapping his lips around it. Sam gave Jake a reassuring pat on his stomach as he started to suck down hard on his member.
It didn't take much mouthwork to set Jake off. His cries were muffled by the bedding shoved into this mouth, but his cock felt like a fountain as it pumped juicy wads of cum down Sam's throat. Unexpectedly, the orgasm had made Sam cum as well, his naked penis shooting its load all over the bottom on his bed and onto the tiled floor beneath them. That wasn't the only strange thing happening to Sam, however; Jake had the perfect vantage point to see Sam's body begin to shift and change, its halted transformation resuming with a vengeance.
Sam's tail began to snake out farther and farther from the upper part of his ass, his muscles and bones shifting to accommodate the transformation. His cum-covered face stretched and popped into a half-muzzle, and the tiny nubs of bone cresting them grew out into short horns. His skin turned a lighter, paler shade of gray, and then began to harden into thick, smooth scales. Sam's tongue- now monstrously long- shot out and licked up the male-seed decorating his face in quick, flickering bursts.
Sam was now half-alien, half-human from the looks of it. The sight of this sudden transformation made Jake scared, but also painfully aroused. His penis hadn't softened a millimeter since his orgasm, and if anything the itching in his ass had only gotten stronger, needier.
Sam leaned over, sniffing Jake's ass and penis with his elongated snout. The feeling of his hot, wet breath against his naughty bits made Jake's sexual need spike even higher.
"Jake," Sam said, his voice now guttural and deep, "you need to be bred. Don't worry; I can make it feel all better..."
Jake pulled the pillowcase from his mouth. "No, no... I don't want to be like you; I'm happy being human!" He said. Trying to resist the pheromones digging into his brain was giving him a migraine.
"It feels so good; just trust me! Let it all go! Besides, we're past the point where I can suck you off again..." Sam growled back, showing off his sharpening teeth. "Let me fill you up with cum; let me change you... you'll love it!"
Jake looked his companion straight in the eye, trying to find some bit of human left in Sam to reason with. Sam's eyelids had already begun to change; they were thicker but becoming less and less opaque. Every time he blinked, Jake could see another eyelash or two fall from them as they grew into protective lenses.
"Sam..." He began
"Yes?" Sam's tail started to arc back and forth behind him, the sexy appendage dancing through the air with excitement. Jake had the sudden mental picture of a smooth, scaled tail growing from his own backside, claws bursting their way from his fingers, his mouth and face jutting forward into sleek muzzle...
Jake felt what little resolve he had left began to falter, and then break entirely. "F-fuck me..."
Sam smiled. Jumping onto the bed, he used one of his more developed claws to jab a hole straight through the bottom of Jake's precum-drenched underwear, widening the hole until it was big enough for his growing member. He lifted Jake's legs up and off the bed with one hand, while his other threaded his rock-hard member through the tear in the underwear and into the cleft of Jake's smooth, sweaty ass.
The second that Sam's slick, partially-scaled member rubbed against his entrance, any regrets left in Jake's mind abruptly vanished. Jake tensely held himself completely still, letting Sam's cock probe against it, until finally Sam pushed his way inside.
Jake cried out with unabashed joy as his ass was taken. Every fresh centimeter of anal passage plundered by the transforming cock inside it was more sensitive that the last; every harsh thrust scratched the itch in his depths in a way that made him moan and mewl like a virgin. Even when the full length of Sam's smooth, leathery meat was sheathed in his body, Jake felt like he could take more cock. Wanted to take more cock.
"H-harder! Harder!" Were the only words he was able to gasp out, between deep and urgent breaths.
Sam was complaisant; he began to thrust in as hard as he dared. His seed-heavy nutsack slapped against Jake's asscheeks, until his transformation brought his testicles into his body. Still, even from behind a layer of gray scales, Jake could feel the churning package when it met his sensitive flesh. He could also feel a stub of tail begin to work its way out of his backside, pressing against the tight remains of his underwear as it began to grow out.
The sweat and musk filling the small room made it nearly as humid as the jungle outside. The mating between the changing humans was animalistic, impassioned; alien instincts having long since taken control of their bodies.
"Cum... change me... do it!" Jake shouted. Nothing outside this very moment mattered to him anymore. Sam hissed with lust, ready to do just as he was asked.
Sam felt his claws and talons reach their full length as he approached his climax. They dug into the bedding underneath him, tearing through the stained comforter and sheets as he sought purchase. He was going to need every bit of leverage he could find on the bed, to make sure Jake's ass didn't miss a drop of the seed he was about to be given...
With a low roar and a high-pitched moan, Sam and Jake climaxed together. Sam held himself to the hilt, pumping burst after burst of thick and goopy seed into his friend's backside. It flooded through Jake's guts, the fiery and sexual heat of transformation accompanying it. Sam felt his face press outward and begin to stretch into a muzzle and claws and talons burst from his digits, but by far the most powerful of the feelings came from his cum-filled rump. Jake's tail grew out so quickly and with such force that it split the back of his underwear open. He moaned as the painful, tight cramping finally stopped, marveling as it grew to its full length right before his eyes.
Jake gave his new limb a tentative, experimental flick, before Sam grabbed ahold of it. Giving Jake a sly, fanged grin, he pulled it underneath his ass and entwined with his own. Then, with a quick and smooth motion, Sam un-hilted his leaking cock from Sam and pressed the still-erect member tight against Jake's own penis. The transformed human grasped both their members tightly together, and quickly began to rub them with his rough, scaled hand. As he began to stoke off their hot, pulsing members, the last remaining parts of his hand that still wore skin became covered in slick scales, and leathery flaps began to grow between his digits. Jake could already see his own fingers and toes were beginning to look the same way, but by now it only made him more excited.
It didn't take very long for them to orgasm again. Jake could feel wave after wave of potent seed shoot from their fully-draconian members, splattering the bedsheets and the two of them with a rain of cum. The hot male essence burned and tingled as it landed on Jake's skin, transforming it into scales and making his hair fall to the ground. A particularly large burst of Sam's spooge had landed on his tail. Jake slid it between his legs and up towards his muzzle, where he began licking it clean. Halfway through his work, he noticed another tongue was there assisting him. Sam switched back and forth between kissing him and licking his tail, and Jake wasn't sure which sensation he liked more.
Jake was sick of being passive by now, and while Sam was occupied with his slick, slippery tail, he quickly slid his muzzle underneath Sam's belly and began sucking his cum-coated member. The unexpected gesture made Sam moan out; a deep and hissing moan that made Jake smile, even as the cock in his mouth began to press further inside it. Giving it long and powerful sucks with his new muzzle, Jake brought Sam to his peak in record time. He drank down the sweet, draconian essence, feeling his transformation finally come to its close as a pair of stubby horns emerged from his forehead.
Finally feeling sated, the two fully-transformed males collapsed onto the bed in a heap. The bed was now soaked down to the mattress with sexual fluids and made squishy sounds whenever either of them moved. They were utterly exhausted. After only a few seconds of adjustment the two new draconians fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
Little did Sam realize- and little did Jake care- their heady, potent mating musk had begun to work its way through the base's ventilation systems. Everywhere in the base, the virus-bearing pheromones multiplied at a geometric rate as more and more humans succumbed to their effects and began to produce them.
Down the hall, two anthropology students studying caught the scent, and within seconds their books- and pants- were left on the floor. The girls lapped at each other's vaginas until they started to push out into thick pseudo-cocks, at which point they switched to vigorous sucking without missing a single beat. By the time their earfins and muzzles began to grow in, they had already split five orgasms between them...
In the showers, a field team fresh from their soil-gathering expedition was busily scrubbing alien mud from their bodies, when one of them stepped in a puddle of Jake's leftover cum, a puddle that the drain hadn't quite caught. While at first the sticky feeling disgusted the man, before long he was bending the other guys over a bench and filling them up with similar-looking seed one by one. Around the time blunt talons began to emerge from their toes and a scaly sheen replaced their skin, the next shift of technicians about to go on duty walked in...
And, in the base's science lab, a group of technicians re-calibrating the synchronization tank abruptly broke off their work and formed a sex-sandwich. The men on the ends were having a hard time balancing the woman in the middle as they drilled her from both sides... until their tails finished growing in.
Dr. Americk and Dr. Li had caught a glimpse of the scene, before retreating into her office and shutting the door behind them.
Immediately, the recriminations began to fly.
"...my fault? My fault!? You are the one who pushed this madcap scheme into the experimental stages before we even finished perfecting the science! This is what happens when you try and make things that are just barely *possible* into actual scientific endeavors on a shoestring budget!" Dr. Li countered, as he tried to hold himself steady on the desk. "The way you've been running this experiment, we're lucky that the planet is still intact!"
"Sure! Blame me!" Dr. Americk said, putting a decanter of wine on her desk. She gave it a withering look, before knocking it onto the carpet and pulling a bottle of bourbon out from the bottom of her file cabinet. "You act like science is some sort of... business venture! Like it is a predictable matter of acquiring money and people and locking them in a room together! Not that the UESM ever gave us nearly enough money..."
She tried to pour a drink with her shaking hands, and found that developing claws made the task remarkably difficult. Dr. Americk cast a withering look at her traitorous digits, and took a shot straight from the whiskey bottle.
"This shouldn't be possible. We had safeties built into the gene splicing system for this very reason..." Dr. Li said, exasperated. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair, unable to find a comfortable position. He could feel his pants tighten against his stub of growing tail.
"Yeah, uh... those never made it past the alpha stage. Too expensive." Dr. Americk said. Her eyes tried not to meet Dr. Li's as she took another quick, guilty sip from the whiskey bottle.
Dr. Li looked furious for a second, then pained, then sad, and then finally exasperated. He gave a long sigh, and then asked his colleague a question of grave import: "Are you going to offer me a drink?"
She handed it to him, their hands and eyes meeting as she did so. A hot wave of sexual tension suddenly made their still-human skin tingle. Dr. Lisa Americk had a fiancé waiting for her fifty light years away and Dr. Li Xiaoping was gay- not to mention the two of them had fought bitterly to determine who would head the project, a fight that Dr. Americk won at considerable cost to their friendship- but none of that seemed to matter at the moment...
Corona Borealis Beta II - 51 Kilometers North of UESM Observation Base
36 Hours Later...
They had been quarantined.
An indefinite quarantine had been placed on the Corona Borealis Beta II observation base. It would be lifted only after robotic science probes could arrive to safely analyze the man-made transformative pathogen, take their data back to an appropriate biohazard lab, develop a cure and a vaccine, and then fly it back to the base. Optimistic projections had placed the total timeframe of this endeavor at three standard years, assuming all went well. There had been some rumors spreading around that the science ministry was more interested in adapting the transformation technology to other uses than curing its people...
In the interim period, the United Earth Science Ministry expected its brave but hapless researches to keep up with their work. Funnily enough, most of them seemed to be more or less happy with the turn of events; it was awfully hard to be mad at anything or anyone in the throes of a draconian mating-frenzy. Those who fell into the 'less' camp weren't so enthused about their forced isolation from the rest of human civilization, or their transformations. Sam did his best not to look too happy their sake, but it was hard not to. The OIXC program got to continue its work-albeit with 'real' draconians instead of piloted clones- and Sam got to stay on the planet with his friend and lover. He told Dr. Americk about Usari, and pleaded with her to let him continue their work. Her claws had left pretty nasty gashes in her desk when she learned that Usari was sentient and independent, but after some heated discussion she agreed to let him go.
They met near the small fishing outpost where Sam had first met Taim, Sehkran and his brother. Usari looked so much different from the empty, mindless body that Sam had seen floating in Dr. Americk's lab what felt like an eternity ago. He was shorter and leaner, but had a huge leathery pair of wings that folded up around his entire body. He wore a necklace of sharp teeth and talons- another gift from Ingela- and a white pilgrim's robe, decorated with colorful pictograms. When their eyes first met, he looked at Sam with a neutral expression... until a shock of recognition struck him. When it did, Usari's lidless eyes shone with happiness, and a broad smile erupted on upon his muzzle.
"Sam? Sam! Sam, is that you!?" He said in ebullient shock, running to meet him. "What has happened to you?"
"That's an, uh, interesting story." Sam answered back sheepishly, tail flicking under his legs. "How are-"
Usari jumped right into his arms, sending the pair laughing and tumbling to the ground. When they settled on the grassy ground of the bluff, Sam found Usari on top of him, already planting loving kisses up and down his soft belly scales. Usari couldn't stop himself from laughing out of joy and relief. He marveled at the wondrous transformation that had changed his friend and lover into a form like his own, while Sam carefully caressed the tender membranes between his friend's new wings.
"Your technology is like magic!" He said, claws exploring up and down Sam's entire body. He caressed every bit of it he could reach, from Sam's horns down to his twitching, excited tail, hardly believing that it was real. "You did... did you do this for me?"
"No, to be honest, it was another accident." Sam said. He held Usari closer to him, letting the draconian continue to explore his newly-changed body.
"Oh." Usari said flatly. He had trouble coming to terms with human technology; how could a species that travelled the very stars make so many mistakes?
Sam briefly considered telling the young draconian about the horrors of interstellar bureaucracy and government funding limitations, but decided against it.
"Nice wings, by the way." Sam said, rubbing them affectionately but gently.
"Thank you!" Usari said. "Ingela said that they will be strong enough to glide with soon; you should grow a pair!"
"Well... maybe. Let me get used to having my own tail and eye-covers first, okay?" Sam laughed.
Sam held his lover's muzzle, bringing his own towards it slowly and with purpose. He and Usari looked each other straight in the eye as their maws locked together, tongues dancing from one end of their shared connection to the other. When they broke the kiss, strands of hot saliva still linked them, and the now-familiar mating-lust was gleaming in their lidless eyes. Sam's claws darted into Usari's slit, playing with the soft but hardening member inside it.
It was one of Sam's favorite parts of their encounters together. At first, you could only work a finger or two into the tight slit, and it would be hard to maneuver around in the pocket because of the way it gripped your fingers. It was warm, muscular and moist, and when you reached the soft cock at the bottom the whole thing would squeeze around your hand as you rubbed it. If you pressed against one of the sides hard enough- or Usari had gone long enough without release- you could even feel the churning of his internal testicles. Gradually, the member would start to harden, swelling with vigor and beginning to fill up more and more of its home. The slitfluids sloshing around inside would be joined by bursts of precum, and the outside of the slit would get loose enough that you could work almost your whole hand in there. Sometimes Sam would mix things up a bit around this point; tease the half-hard shaft by prodding it with his tongue or his own cock. Around this time, Usari would be on the ground and gasping for breath, his tail curling up around Sam's leg and squeezing it tightly with every squishing rub on his maleness. Finally, it would emerge into its full glory, slit-folds pulled back taut, shaft slick and glistening with lubricants, ready for just about anything the two of them could think of...
Sam had to be more careful now that his fingers ended in sharp claws instead of blunt and chewed up fingernails, but it was incredible all the same. He could tell that Usari was almost halfway along the process by now, given the thickness and potency of the male-musk filling the air around them.
"I'm going to be here for years, you and me and whoever else we wish..." Sam whispered to the draconian twisting under his expert claw-work. "Of course, I have to help with the research work still. I don't suppose you could help me teach a bunch of humans how to act like draconians, could you?"
"I would be happy to, Sam!" Usari said back, licking him quickly across the snout. Usari then learned in towards Sam's earfin, nibbling on it lightly. "Are they... like you as well?"
"Yeah. But they can't speak draconian yet; I'm the only one who actually bothered to learn the language instead of using a translator."
Usari laughed, and moved to kiss Sam. "Well, I'm sure we can think of a way to introduce them. Maybe they are the long-lost 'Uhsam' tribe?"
"Oh, god. I had forgotten I said that! If we're going to make up something to tell your people, we're going to need to think of a better lie than that." Sam said. He had become much better with improvisation since his first outing.
"Do you still need to lie? Is there really such harm in the truth?" Usari asked.
"Oh yeah. I think I almost told Ingela how stars work the other day. That would have gone over *real* well with my boss..."
"You know how *stars* work!?" Usari gasped.
"Uh... er... maybe?"
"Tell me!"
"Er... can I do it later?" Sam quickly realized that, in fact, he still wasn't very good at improvisation.
Usari gave Sam a kiss on his neck. "Well, if you don't want to, maybe I will go and find out on my own."
Sam smiled with relief, and his muzzle went to meet Usari's. As the two of them kissed again, another draconian crested the top of the bluff.
"Hey, Usari! Taim and my brother need some help with the nets, if you have a... hey, who is your friend there?" Sehkran asked Usari, walking over to the pair.
"Hey! Hello Sehkran." Sam said to him.
"Er... hello?" He responded. "Do I know you?"
Sam laughed. "Actually, that is a hard question to answer..."
"He is a friend, from my tribe." Usari said. "He is a... uh... a storyteller, and his name is Sam!"
"Sam, from the Uhsam tribe?" Usari said, offering Sam a short kiss to his forehead in greeting. "Your tribe has some... uh... strange names, but it is good to meet you, friend!"
"Do you want to get... properly acquainted?" Sam said to Sehkran. Both Sam and Usari's members were fully aroused and ready; the meaning in his words was obvious. "I mean, as long as Sehk and Taim can wait..."
"Of course! We have to honor the mating festival, don't we?" The young draconian gave them a dirty smile, and quickly began to remove his clothing. Sehkran had been so nervous at the beginning of the mating festival, but now on its second-to-last day a new confidence shone in his eyes. No less than four females had chosen him during the course of the festival. He was practically walking bow-legged from all the eggs sloshing around inside his anal pouch.
Sam had been looking forward to this for a very, very long time. When he was human, there was no way that he could have safely taken Usari's massive dick, especially given his anal virginity. Now that his body was fully draconian, it was going to be an easy and fun experience.
Usari pushed his ankles backward until they almost touched his shoulders, and Sam quickly flicked his tail out of the way, revealing to the other draconian his taut and wet pucker. Usari growled with lust at the sight, shoving his cock into the inviting anus with a force that drove Sam backward on the grassy bluff floor. As Usari continued to press his length into his ass, Sam felt his own member pulse and spurt preseed between them as collateral waves of pleasure ran through it.
Sam's preseed did not go to waste. Sehkran had moved towards him and began to mount his tail-tole on Sam's member, sliding himself up and down Sam's slick pole and letting his anal muscles do most of the work for him. Sam stared at Sehkran's genital slit as the draconian's penis began to slide out of it, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction for having put it there. The feeling of a strong male taking his ass while another rode his throbbing cock made Sam quickly abjure any regrets he might have had about his accidental transformation.
It was another piece of draconian sexuality that Sam only knew from his experiences in Usari, until now. Draconian males were designed by evolution to take cocks under their tails, male and female both. They were tough, they produced copious quantities of natural lubricants, they were incredibly sensitive, and they had powerful muscles that tightly gripped any cock put inside them, and locked it inside like a reverse-knot whenever any member started cummming into them. Giving and receiving this intimate, alien, pleasure at the same time was too much for Sam, and his internal testes began emptying themselves into Sehkran's tight ass. The native draconian cried out as his ass tied Sam, and Sam moaned from the feeling of his own anal passage tying with Usari. Usari's wings shook as his climax began, and he leaned forward to take Sehkran's untouched cock into his muzzle. The three of them settled onto the floor in one big mass of scaled limbs, squishing sounds coming from their cum-filled anal passages as they slowly relaxed.
As the last few spurts of hot alien cum filled up his ass, Sam's only regret was that he wasn't carrying any eggs of his own. It made him sad he wouldn't be able to contribute anything to the communal nest when the laying month arrived.
Actually, come to think of it...
There was one day left of the mating festival, wasn't there?