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"And with the simple press of a button, we may define the future of our world. Does anyone have anything they wish to say?"

Ikan stood towering above the rest of the small research team, the black-scaled dragon's arms folded over his chest. He regarded his staff with a piercing blue gaze over the rim of his glasses. Only a few who were present truly understood the gravity of the situation. Information was on a strictly need-to-know basis, given the secret nature of the experiment, but he couldn't resist a little gravitas given how important the moment was. Each member of the team had their own role, and knew just enough to perform their tasks, but many of them, especially the security and medical staff, were very much in the dark on the whole thing. All they knew was they were being paid good money to be flown out into the absolute middle of nowhere, in that hostile frozen wasteland so far from anywhere they might have called home. They weren't there to write history.

After a few murmurs passed through the small staff, Snow finally chirped out with his concerns. The cheetah tensed up as soon as he felt the dragon's gaze upon him. Ikan had to be twice his size.

"Well, um. Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I do have some concerns with some of our projections. The odds are slim, yes, but the possibility of a catastrophic -"

"That's enough," came Ikan's stern voice. He was like a disapproving father when he got upset, sounding more disappointed than angry. It was enough to make Snow fall silent on the spot. "All precautions are in place. Our observation booth is shielded against all possible harm. Start the device."

Nia wasn't about to defy her boss like Snow. Besides, the lioness could hardly wait to press the button. She'd been working so long out in that icy station, surrounded by the constant storms, and the frigid weather that could have frozen her solid in seconds should the heater have kicked off for even just a short time. She hadn't seen the sun in months. The only comfort she had was in Nicki, the lovely spotty medic. Her and the hyena certainly weren't supposed to be cavorting in their spare time, but either they'd somehow kept Ikan from noticing, or he simply didn't care. Stern as he could be, surely he understood the need for intimacy during such an extended isolation. She did as instructed, and started the device with a little jab of her finger. One small press, one giant leap ...

A surge of energy rattled the entire station. Ikan raised his hands to reassure everyone that was normal, but before he could get any words out, he was temporarily blinded by a flash of violet light. They were supposed to be protected in there, and maybe they would have all gone totally blind if not for the safeguards. He was left with the afterimages of some twisting shape, and no amount of blinking could make it go away for a concerningly long time. Perhaps he had permanent vision damage. But it would be worth it, if that portal opened for even a moment. The tiniest trace of alien material would have been the discovery of the century. And if they were so lucky as to attract some sort of organic life, even the smallest microorganisms ... even he could only try to imagine what that would mean for the future of science. And his career.

Sparks flew as the observing equipment got tossed about by the force of the experiment. Several of their reading devices went offline, but that was no matter. When Nia gave him a concerned look, he just shook his head, but that wasn't enough to keep her calm.

"Several of our readings are offline, sir. It could be about to go critical without us even knowing ..." she fussed.

His voice came out as something near a roar. "Do not touch the controls. Let it run its course."

"Hey, we didn't sign up for this shit!" complained Murk, one of the security staff. The heavy-set gator might have been an imposing physical presence, maybe even one who could have overpowered Ikan if he tried to forcefully fight his way to the controls, but he didn't move. Nobody did. They weren't about to risk their pay, even if it meant risking their lives instead.

Another fiery spark and the lights went out in the test chamber as the device whirred and powered down with something like a groan. The emergency backups didn't come on, either. It was completely black in there. None of their observation devices were functioning. No cameras, no sensors, no scanners. If there was some sort of biohazardous material in there, they wouldn't know until they entered. All eyes were on Ikan once more. He unfolded his arms, adjusted his glasses, and then just nodded to the station mechanic.

"Zasha. Suit up. You're with me. We need to go in there and fix it."

The husky swallowed deeply when she heard that. Couldn't one of the science team go in there instead? They knew better about this whole thing than she did. But smart as they might have been, none of them knew much about fixing broken equipment. They all would have frozen to death weeks ago if it wasn't for her. Maybe she should have been honoured. If the experiment truly worked as it was supposed to, she was going to be the first to observe - well, something. She followed her boss as they moved to get themselves decked out in environmental suits. She carried her toolbox and a flashlight, though something told her the required repairs were going to take a lot more than a couple wrenches or screwdrivers. Standing in the airlock, she looked up at Ikan. Even fully covered by that suit, one specifically tailored to his size, he was still imposing, towering over her as she waited with her tail slowly twitching beneath the protective layers. If he was going in there with her, then he probably thought it was safe. Or he just didn't care anymore.

It was difficult to take in the full scene all at once with their limited light, but what little they could see in those dusty beams revealed pure chaos all around. The floor was littered with broken glass, debris, even chunks of the wall had come loose. Everything looked scorched, stained by some sort of inky black mark that had coated the viewing window of the observation booth. She wasn't really sure what they were looking for, but there were no obvious aliens lurking in the dark, as far as she could tell. Maybe she'd watched too many moves. Maybe her nerves were just shot after spending so long in isolation with so few people. Strolling through the shattered equipment and devices, she found herself thinking just how badly she could use a vacation. Surely she deserved a break after all her hard work out there.

"Can you fix it?" Ikan's voice cut through the darkness, startling Zasha from her clouded state. "It will be weeks before we can get an engineering team out here. I can't wait that long."

He stood in front of the broken device, or what remained of it. Parts of it had been ejected clear across the room, others shattered into a million pieces. She was far from an engineer. Usually her tasks consisted of patching up frayed wires, or getting the lights back on when they went down yet again. But if they gave her access to the blueprints, she could see what she could do. For whatever reason, she felt inspired, even energetic. This was her chance. She was going to prove to him and all the other staff what she could really do, how smart she really was. They had all underestimated her greatly, even if they treated her well enough. Nobody truly appreciated that mind of hers. She had plenty of ideas of her own, but of course they never asked for her feedback, never knew what sort of thoughts she had buried deep inside her head.

"I'll do it," she said, and she saw the dragon's posture reflect surprise at her confidence.

"Hmm. Well, that is good to hear. I must return to -"

"Doctor!" came an urgent voice over the suit radios. It belonged to Bailey, the communications expert.

"What is it?"

"We have an issue. We just lost our signal to the outside. Not weak, not disconnected. It's just ... gone."

Ikan turned back to Zasha.

"I'll need to deal with this. I trust you can take it from here."

Even through the visor, her expression was particularly odd. The husky had her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open, her tongue flopped down over her lower lip. Some sort of strange, blissful smile had taken over her features, making her puff hot air that steamed right in front of her face. Her response was like an orgasmic whimper more than any sort of professional acknowledgement.

"Mmmmmmmmh ..."

Ikan didn't have time to consider her odd behaviour. If she was on drugs he could simply mark it down later to have her pay docked. He rushed back to the observation room as soon as he could, passing through the airlock and discarding his suit as he went. When he arrived, he found Bailey hunched over a monitor, typing frantically. The young bay horse might have looked barely out of college, but he was precisely the kind of tech expert they needed on such a venture. If he said communications were down, they were down. That wasn't unusual in such a hostile environment, but thus far the situation had always been temporary.

"I don't know what happened," he said in a quietly panicked tone, as if afraid of what Ikan might have said. "They just all went out at once, like someone pulled the plug. I've got nothing, and I can't reach the relay either. It might be a problem at the antenna. If I can just get up there ..."

Ikan nodded. "You'll need a team. I want to stay here and ensure everything is progressing normally. Snow, Nicki, Murk, you're all here. The rest of you, take the Prowler and head up."

"Ah, come on ..." came the voice of the second mechanic, Conrad. The mouse had been nervously nibbling at his fingers ever since the experiment started.

Ikan gave him a look over his glasses. "Do you have a problem with that? Would you rather take Zasha's place perhaps?"

"No ..."

"Then move."

He spoke that softly, but it was still just firm enough that the otter jumped to action. He went along with Bailey, Nia, and Jaine the jackaless, another security expert. It was a sturdy enough team if they ran into any trouble. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened - or was actively happening, every single moment they spent there in that base. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise to get out of there and head up to the communications tower, even if it meant braving the roaring wind and the piercing cold to get there. Nobody else could do it but him, he told himself. If the vehicle broke down in that sub-zero weather, miles from safety and warmth, even Zasha wouldn't have been able to fix it in time. They needed him, and no one else. He knew that, but he didn't have to like it.

As they departed, Ikan took Murk aside, squeezing the gator on the shoulder with surprising firmness. It was enough to get the hefty security officer puffing his chest up, expecting a confrontation. Instead, the dragon spoke softly and covertly, keeping his words low so that Snow and Nicki could only guess what he was saying.

"Check the cams. Roll back through the logs if you have to. Something tells me that this might not be an accident. I have suspected the possibility of a spy from the start, in truth ..."

"Coulda told me you did," the gator grumped, but he soon nodded. "Yes sir. Time to root out the motherf-"

Ikan cut in with a sharp reminder. "If they do in fact exist. Act as if we are compromised. Trust no one but me. And I will trust you, in turn."

It was a relief to hear that. Or maybe it just meant that he was Ikan's first suspect and that was his way of throwing him off. He was no spy, dammit. The gator grumbled to himself as he departed into the clunky hallway that led to the security centre. Everyone always complained about how heavily he walked around the base, but how was he supposed to help it when they had little more than sheet metal laid out for floors? The whole place gave him the creeps. It was such a drab, uninviting living space, like a hospital but worse, and he hadn't even been there long. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind, seeing shapes and shadows in the corner of his eye when he did his rounds at night. Sometimes he wished he could just give up his overactive imagination, or better yet, sell it to someone else who might make better use of it.

The lights flickered overhead the moment he sat down at the many monitors. He rumbled angrily up at them.

"Don't be giving me that now, cheeky bitch," he told the station itself, as if it might somehow hear him. "Now, let's see who's been hiding something ..."

He wasn't exactly looking forward to the tedious task of pouring over days and days of previous security footage, but at least it got him away from the others. He wasn't looking forward to the boss' wrath when it finally came out. No one was saying it, but Murk knew well what was really going on. The experiment had failed, and as soon as they got communications back up and running, they could make a call and get themselves evacuated from that god-forsaken continent. And he definitely was not signing up for the second attempt. A nice vacation someplace warm was exactly what he deserved. Slumping into his seat, he reached up to wipe a drop of something from his brow and sighed. Time to get to work. He was just about to put in the first disc and get started on all the recordings when he spotted something on one of the monitors.

Why was she still wearing her suit? Zasha wasn't in the test chamber anymore, but she was still fully concealed in her environmental gear. Or at least he was pretty sure that was her. Her faceplate was all fogged over, but the figure was about her size. He tracked her from one monitor to the next, furrowing his brow at her odd movements. She seemed to be staggering, swaying back and forth as if drunk. Had she gotten into his private stash? There would be hell to pay if she dared touch it. But she looked more than just drunk. After wobbling down a hallway, she eventually collapsed against a wall, slumping down and spreading her legs wide. Soon she was rubbing frantically at her own groin with both hands, thrusting her hips, writhing there on the floor. The suit kept her from making an actual contact, but that didn't stop her. She was convulsing with visible pleasure, looking like she was being fucked hard by some invisible partner. He couldn't hear her moans, but he could imagine them. The whole scene was starting to get him a little turned on, even if it was pretty weird.

When she stood again, it was with a sudden lurch, rising to her feet as if she were a puppet on strings. She lumbered about, twitching oddly, and finally made her way over to a maintenance panel. Normally it would have required tools to open, but she snatched with both hands and tore it free with apparent ease. He couldn't even have done that, and he was definitely stronger than her. Something wasn't right. That much was made much more obvious when he saw her reach right into the panel and grab hold of some wiring, tearing it directly out with a vicious tug as if she were ripping the guts from a living creature. Right there on camera, too. He had her dead to rights. Jumping to his feet, he scrambled about the security room to unlock the armoury, ready to make the arrest, but something stopped him. It stood dripping there in silence, its inky mass overwhelming the gator's vision as he froze in horror to see it with his own eyes. He wondered how long it had been standing there, waiting for him to turn around.

The thing was formless, shapeless, nothing more than a blob at first glance. It faintly wobbled there before Murk's face, captivating him as much as terrifying him. From colourless to faintly violet, it audibly sloshed and dripped as it changed in front of him, leaving deep black stains upon the floor like as if it was made of ink. Something like an appendage reached out to grasp the gator by the wrist. It was stronger than him, resisting all his efforts to pull away. He should have cried for help, should have screamed at the top of his lungs in the hopes that someone might at least hear him before it was too late, but he remained frozen where he stood as if suddenly made of stone. That allowed the creature, the anomaly, the alien, whatever it was to slowly bind the horror-stricken security guard by both wrists, and then by the ankles as well. It held him in place with a set of slippery shackles, sliming up his uniform, letting that warm substance seep deeply into his skin. It only took a few moments before he felt it probing through his mind, and not through any sort of telepathy or such. It was touching him inside his skull.

"Have-take-flee-think ..." came a collection of voices, the language clear, but the words meaningless. "Under-rubble-bearing-more-lurk-the-happens."

The blob faintly wobbled as if considered, and then it tried again, this time settling on a single, more masculine voice.

"You are in undamaged fearful existence. We do not advise it continues."

Murk did everything he could to reach deep down inside himself to call for help, mustering all his willpower to break free of that paralyzing mental grip. Yet the harder he fought, the less and less inclined he felt to scream. The fear was beginning to soften away, replaced instead by a soothing, relaxed feeling of acceptance. There was nothing to worry about. The creature knew better than he ever could. He felt his worries fading from his mind, every earthly concern gone just to feel those tendrils examining his mind. It was enough to leave him smiling dumbly as all his fear got replaced with crackles of pleasure, like a shocking stimulation directly to his pleasure centre. That made him hard, leaving him erect there in his uniform as the creature pulled him closer, closer. It rose up like an inky tidal wave, stretching out to its full size, and then came crashing back down in slow motion. He didn't put up any sort of fight when the shapeless creature utterly enveloped him, bringing him to the ground, pinning him beneath its weight. It was an all-encompassing blanket of living slime, constricting around his features, becoming a second skin, a violet outline of the gator's shape stretched out there on the floor, throbbing with arousal, concealed face a silent moan as the schlorping began.

"Understanding better now. We are here in time. We and you. We think, you think, but not the same. Let us take your mind to a safer place. Become not two but one, so much better that way."

As the creature's language abilities increased, Murk's sharply declined. He could no longer understand anything that was being said. He wasn't thinking in words anymore. It was all sensation then, leaving him in writhing pleasure that peaked near climax and left him pulsing beneath the blanket of slime. If he was suffocating down there, he didn't notice. It all felt too good to care. He was surrounded by those shivering, shuddering, schlurping waves of slime as they massaged every single detail of his body at once. His uniform was gone, seemingly absorbed by the alien. It touched his bare scales, kneading them, examining them, spreading those intensely pleasing tingles to every inch of his body until he could no longer even fathom how good it felt to accept the formless creature's embrace. It felt like drifting away on a cloud, slipping into the most relaxing sleep of his entire life, and at the very same time it felt like blasting off a hundred orgasms all at once. He hadn't even moved to touch himself and he was already unloading, cumming, gushing, spurting, shooting, letting out every single drop of seed he could possibly provide as his climax simply endured without end. It was enough to short-circuit his diminished mind, leaving him unaware of who he was or what was happening. To him, this moment was the only one that had ever happened.

When it withdrew from atop him, it stood up upon two feet, taking on a new form to better resemble the creatures it dwelt amongst. In truth, it hadn't done a fantastic job. It was still very obviously a monster, even if it had the proper number of limbs. The slimy thing decided upon a tall, muscular, masculine form, one with broad shoulders and thick biceps, though they were purely aesthetic. It would have been every bit as strong in a more feminine shape. Though it had learned much from what it had absorbed from Murk's broken mind, it still needed some practice. Its skin was the glossy, dripping ink-slime as before, with a more pronounced violet hue, and it had settled upon many teeth without a face. An eyeless, squelching horror, it stood above its broken prey, seemingly regarding Murk's mindless smile. The gator's eyes were open, but they weren't focused on anything in particular. He was drooling on himself. The creature spoke more to itself than to anyone else.

"We see now. Not us, but he. Yes. Different, yet the same. This is I now. I am he without a name. We, I, will think of one."

The creature stood in contemplation for a time, letting the stolen knowledge sink in, processing it bit by bit. It was to be called he now, if it was going to fit in with the rest of the crew, and the world beyond. Until then - he still needed to eat. From considering, to attacking, he moved so suddenly a camera couldn't have captured the moments in between. He had arms now, long, powerful ones, and he used them for the first time to reach down and seize Murk from the floor. The gator never ceased his smiling, and the monster imitated his expression as best he could, interlocking those many fangs into a horrific grin. Then he spread his mouth open wide, revealing a slime-coated maw beyond, and pushed the gator towards its depths. A long, dripping tongue slipped out to constrict around the gator's throat, squeezing, choking the life out of him, but Murk did nothing to resist. He felt no pain, no fear. There were only sensations. Slipping into the monster's mouth was nothing more than an extended massage, stroking all around his entire body, pleasuring him with every gulp that came as the slime-beast consumed him whole.

"Yes. Like this, we eat. I eat. Strange, but enjoyable."

A toss of the creature's head, and it gave a deep, powerful swallow all around the gator's hefty form. That somewhat chubby fellow might have been too big for an ordinary throat, but the creature's was quick to accommodate it, stretching around that scaly bulk while it constricted and shoved to drag him deeper. The sound of gulping mixed in with the extra-sloppy slurch and slorp of slime gliding along naked scales. The beast wrapped its tongue all around the gator's legs, squeezing them together to better feed them into his gullet, leaving that thick tail and two feet poking out between those deadly teeth. Despite how sharp they were, the monster kept them well out of the way all throughout the feeding process. He never bit, or even nibbled, ensuring his prey slid down into his newly-formed belly whole. It was a simple chamber, gripping from all sides, squeezing in tight to force the gator into a tight ball. There was considerable force pressing all around Murk's body, but he never panicked, never showed any sign of knowing what was happening to him. He allowed himself to be swallowed whole by the alien, the thing, the creature, and all he knew was that it felt wonderful to sink down into its slimy gut.

"I see. More satisfying when it stretches you. I will eat like this now."

Pressing in with two hands, and then four when he grew another pair, the creature helped his meal digest, slowly, smoothly simmering over him and absorbing him little by little. There was nothing acidic about the process. It was more a direct assimilation, turning Murk into more of that alien's body. From a distinct outline of the gator's body, to a more formless bulge, rounded and smoothed over, he claimed the gator with every slurping, suckling, loudly splurching squeeze of that oozing chamber. The gator would have moaned all throughout it if there was enough of his mind left to remember how. That was more than just an external massage he got from the creature's gut. Every part of him, inside and out, was subject to the creature's touch. He was liquefying painlessly, fearlessly, sinking down beneath the waves to slumber there in the creature's embrace.

There was nothing left of his mind to wonder what it was that had him. An alien from another world, or something created there in secret, hidden away in the labs? It didn't matter. It hugged him, squeezed him, made him silently moan for it as he came his brains out, mindlessly marinating in slimy warmth as it absorbed him, claimed him, ate him alive without him giving the slightest trace of resistance. It rendered him down until he ceased his squirming, and then his twitching, leaving nothing but an ink-stained skeleton in its wake. In time, that too vanished, as the creature took every single particle, every atom of Murk's existence and made it his own. The walls were painted black, slathered in those strange stains, and the formless thing rose up into a nearby air duct to hide where no one would know it was there, considering all it had learned in the process of consuming the gator. Murk's mind was part of the creature, and all he had learned, experienced, and considered was still in there somewhere. It was just being repurposed to be Quill's own.

It was taking too long. Ikan couldn't wait forever. He stomped back and forth in the observation room, furious at the thought that Murk might have fallen asleep on the job again, in a time of such importance. Maybe he had been wrong to trust that lazy gator, but Murk's relaxed approach to the job was what made him assume he couldn't be a spy. A true imposter would have done his or her very best to look every bit the upstanding member of the team, like Jaine. Unless that was all part of the strategy, to divert suspicion with apparent incompetence. It was all too much for him to consider without blowing up in a storm. He was going to start snorting fire if he wasn't careful. That was never pleasant, for himself or anyone around him. Finally, he went off towards the security room himself, leaving Snow behind without a word. Before he could get there, he heard a scream.

Quickening his pace, he dashed up the hall to find Nicki standing there, her white uniform stained with some sort of black substance. It looked strangely similar to the mess in the test chamber. When he looked beyond the door, he found the entire security room covered in the stuff, soaking the floors, the walls, even the ceiling. Most importantly, the equipment had been rendered completely dysfunctional by the explosion of whatever it was. Ink? Oil? It didn't matter. The security tapes were ruined, and he had an obvious culprit, no matter how terrified she might have been acting. She knew she was caught, and this was her last ditch effort to look innocent. Folding his arms, he gave her a death glare, considering how far he could go ... but no, she still deserved due process, certainly. Reaching for her shoulder, he grasped it, and spoke in his sternest voice.

"Nicki. You will be coming with me now."

"But I ... I don't ..." she babbled, shaking her head.

"No excuses. With me."

She didn't fight him. A faint, fearful giggle escaped her before she sealed her lips, but she didn't dare put a hand over her mouth. That would have meant possibly ingesting that mysterious substance. It didn't smell like anything she could identify. They were possibly dealing with some sort of biohazardous situation, and Murk's whereabouts were unknown, and yet she could only submit to Ikan's will. She knew she would get nowhere arguing. He led her along until they came upon a storage room, and then he gave her a rude push from behind. Staggering inside, she found herself standing among stashes of rice and canned goods, and she didn't even get a chance to turn around before she heard the door closing behind her. It locked from the outside. There was no way out. Looking at her slime-darkened hands, she could only wonder what could be happening on the station. And were her eyes playing tricks on her, or did those stains upon her palms move for half a moment ...

Ikan might have carried himself with the utmost of authority, but he soon found himself needing a drink. Snow was just going to have to wait for him on his own for a time. Returning to his office, the big dragon closed the door behind him and opened a locked drawer in his desk. The whiskey was half gone, but it would do. He didn't have time for a glass. Loosening the stopper, he knocked back a heavy dose of the strong stuff, tilting his head back to swig it down. Something hit his forehead then. A warm drop of something fell from the ceiling, splashing right there on his face mid-swallow, startling him leaving him sputtering. That was expensive booze he just spat upon his desk. He didn't bother looking up to see what had dripped on him, instead rumbling and silently cursing at the mess he'd made, getting worked up into such a roaring frenzy that he hadn't even noticed her enter.

"Hi boss," Zasha said, standing there just in front of his desk. Her appearance was so sudden that he found himself recoiling from her at first. Even more alarming was that she wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing.

"What ... what are you doing here? Why are ... ?"

For once, even he was taken aback. He'd never seen her naked before. They had never had any sort of intimate chemistry in their time spent together. Yet she was standing there, swaying her curly tail, looking at him with a look that couldn't be interpreted as anything but pure lust. That flirty smirk really brought out her eyes. Had they always been such a curious shade of purple?

"I wanted to show you something. I think you'll like it."

Though she stood nearly a foot shorter than him, she moved with the kind of assertiveness that even gave him pause. When she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, he froze right up, stammering wordlessly. How could she be so strong? She was a mechanic and all, one capable of all sorts of complex technical tasks, but he'd solely underestimated just how physically imposing she was. And how intense she could be. The look in her eyes was mesmerizing, leaving him unable to protest as she seized him, shook him, and finally just pushed him down to the floor of his own office. He found himself sprawled out on the rug in front of his desk, all stretched out while she climbed on top of him, straddling him with her thighs on either side of his hips. The force of her palms planted on his shoulders kept him pinned, and she communicated with nothing more than those lingering gazes, and that ever-present smile. That was all it took to make him suddenly stop caring about how unprofessional this all was. He knew what he needed.

It took some uncharacteristically frantic fumbling to get himself unbuckled. She waited there atop him, still slowly swaying her hips and tail, letting him get an eyeful of the husky's plush tits bobbing back and forth with her movements. He was hard, solid, and he needed her. A thick, violet-coloured dragon cock pushed up from the open fly of his slacks, leaving him pulsing there beneath the base of her tail, shooting a light streak of precum onto her fur. He'd firmed up so quickly it felt unnatural, like she'd drugged him, but he still didn't care. None of it made sense, but he wanted her so very badly. Reaching up to caress along the shapes of her hips, to squeeze deep into her tits, he found himself mildly put off by just how little reaction she gave to any of it. She was almost robotic, offering no moans, no squirms even when he groped her body roughly. That didn't matter though, especially whens he was slipping back to sit her pussy on his cock, finding the spot and pushing him inside smoothly, slickly, swiftly, burying him in the humid, clenching depths of that hot husky sex. God, if it wasn't the wettest cunt he'd ever felt wrapped around his thick, ridge-covered dick ...

Sinking down to take his every inch, Zasha showed off just how flexible she was. His girth hardly seemed to phase her, even with it visibly bulging in her trim, fluffy belly. She gave a glance down, a satisfied nod, and then started silently plunging up and down on his shaft, thumping her ass on his hips, making the whole room rattle every time she thudded down. The pictures and awards on his walls threatened to topple to the ground with the force of her thrusts. He couldn't hold back the sounds of his pleasure, mixing in the occasional more dominant growl with his more defeated groans and gasps. Zasha didn't return the favour. She could have at least shown she was enjoying it, he found himself thinking as she clutched her hips tight and pumped his hips up into her clenching pussy. Maybe his dismay was evident on his face, because as surely as if she'd read his mind, she opened her mouth to start barking, whimpering, crying out as she came down on his cock. It all came so suddenly it sounded like she'd pressed play on a recording.

"Ah! I have been hurting with how much I've wanted you, Ikan. You have wanted me too, yes?"

In truth, he never thought he had. Her attraction came as a surprise to him. So too did her roughness. Given he couldn't give her the honest answer she was looking for, he said nothing, and instead just focused purely on growling out his delight to have her there. It didn't matter if he'd been thinking about this or not. She was there, right then, with him. He pushed all other thoughts away as he watched her sturdy, yet curvy body bouncing on his cock, unafraid of projecting out to any who might hear just how much he was enjoying himself. After all, he'd caught the spy. There was nothing more to worry about. The machine would be repaired, and the experiments would continue. Everything was going to be alright. He'd been working hard, and he deserved a break to feel one of his subordinates squeezing on his cock with those impeccably powerful inner walls.

The kneading, sliding, stroking massage of her pussy on his shaft was enough to make him grit her teeth, make him grab for handfuls of the rug beneath him when he wasn't just squeezing her close. She put his muzzle right in front of his, panting on his face, but she didn't go in for a kiss. Instead, she just let her saliva run down the length of her floppy tongue to soak his scales as she fucked him to a peak, forcing him to tense up, to curl his toes, to thump his tail against the floor as the urge to cum inside her proved unstoppable. He bucked up hard to plunge himself balls-deep in husky cunt, feeling her soaking him, squeezing him, holding him inside her as if never to let go. Her mouth opened up into a scream of orgasm. And it just kept opening.

When she'd stretched her jaws to a freakish, nightmare gape, revealing more and more teeth glistening with saliva and dark, violet-hued slime, his expression shifted from pleasured to wide-eyed horror. He couldn't stop his orgasm once it had started. She milked him for all the seed he could provide, forcing him to shoot it up inside her even as she mutated into something terrifying. That huge, dripping maw came down towards him, lined with rows upon rows of jagged, shark-like teeth as he emptied his nuts into her sex. Pushing up to resist her proved fruitless. She was stronger than him, whatever she was. Milking him, drooling for him, she left him staring into the dark abyss that was her gullet, exposed before him, coated with some strange, inky slime that reminded him so very much of that which he had already seen before. In the security room, and before it, in the test chamber ...

"Fascinating ... a creature of no set shape, capable of advanced feats of imitation," he remarked, more mesmerized than frightened.

That was enough to pause the feeding process. Zasha, if it was still her in that body, didn't bother to close her jaws to reply. The sound emanated from within her with no apparent source.

"You are a most curious one. More resilient to me than the others. Are you not afraid of being consumed?"

"Of course I am," Ikan scoffed. "But when else would I have the opportunity to observe someone like you?"

"Indeed. Perhaps we might benefit from some sort of exchange, then. If you are able to assist me, you are free to observe me all you like."

Ikan nodded, doing a fairly good job of suppressing the quivering of his lower jaw.

"A very interesting offer. I must wonder - who am I speaking to right now?"

"We are Zasha and we are not. What does it matter? You desired her more when she did not act like herself." The husky slowly resealed her jaws, retracting those many fangs to show her regular face once more as if nothing had happened. She was smiling. "She is still here. I am she, and she is I. At this time we have come to designate ourselves 'Quill.'"

"Quill ... very well then. You could eat me, yes. But the others - they are far away by now. They will know something has gone wrong. I'm not sure how your species handles the cold, but I doubt you could catch up to them, if you wanted to consume them too. All of them. If you would just allow me the opportunity to study you, to learn more about how you work ... I could bring them here. Trick them into thinking all was fine."

"I see. And is it out of self-preservation or scientific curiosity that you are so quick to feed them to me?"

Ikan had to think about that. He sensed he wasn't going to get away with lying to Quill.

"Both, I suppose."

"An adequate answer." Zasha rose, unceremoniously pulling off of the dragon's cock, letting a splatter of his cum splash down onto his pants and lab coat. It had been dyed a faint purple by mixing with the mutated husky's juices. "Bring me the cheetah. Your security guard wanted him in an intimate manner. In consuming him, his desires have become my own."

When those words proved too sterile to properly communicate what the alien inside Zasha meant, she stopped, visibly considered, and then broken into a much broader grin.

"That is, I want to fuck him."

"Then you will have him," Ikan assured.

It took some time for the dragon to rise to his feet. His legs were shaking beneath him. Some of that was fear, no doubt. Plenty more was the lingering orgasm the alien milked out of him with the husky's body. He wondered just how much of her was left. Was she nothing more than a mindless husk, a puppet pulled about by the alien's strings, or had they formed some sort of hybrid consciousness? If so, just how much stronger was Quill's mind than hers, and was she even aware of what had happened to her? So many questions! He scrambled to get his pants zipped and buckled once more. That was no easy feat given he couldn't quite seem to contain his arousal, even with the recent release. His eyes strayed to her naked body still. She was a pretty enough canine on her own merits, but knowing that something from worlds beyond lurked within her, that she was an anomaly that demanded thorough study, that made him desire her so much more. Or maybe it was Quill himself who turned Ikan on. He wasn't sure anymore. Clearing his throat, he steadied himself on the edge of his desk and gestured to the husky standing so very still in the middle of his office.

"If you'd follow me to one of the laboratories ..."

"I know where it is," came her interruption.

"Ah. I suppose you do, if you've ... assimilated Murk, as you say. Very well. I will meet you there, then. Do try to ... conceal yourself, at least as much as you can. We do not want him to panic right away."

"That will not be a problem."

It had to be the worst hour of Snow's life. He was just waiting there, sitting alone in the observation room, too afraid to leave and too afraid to stay. The noises he heard in the distance left him terrified, for himself and for the coworkers he called his friends. Maybe he should have been running out there with the hopes of rescuing whoever he could, even if it meant endangering himself. What he really wanted to do was hide under a desk and hope the whole thing blew over. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't going to just wait around for something awful to happen. Rising to his feet with determined vigour, he steeled himself with a long, deep breath in and strode out the door to investigate those strange, distant groans and growls he'd just heard. That meant almost walking directly into his boss when they met unexpectedly in the hallway. The dragon's voice was surprisingly calm, devoid of his usual sternness. He almost sounded nice, for once.

"Ah! There you are, Snow. Apologies for keeping you waiting. The situation has been contained now. Thank you for your patience. I had been coming to gather you, in fact"

It was enough to make the cheetah arch his brow. He couldn't recall the last time Ikan thanked him for anything, much less apologized. Still, it was a relief just to see someone, and intact at that. Though he did catch a whiff of something that piqued his curiosity. That scandalous scent couldn't have implied what he thought it did. Surely the stern head researcher wouldn't have taken a moment aside for such activities in the middle of a crisis. Despite all his suspicions, Snow didn't have anything to say about it. He just shrugged his shoulders and gazed up at the older dragon.

"What do you need me for?"

"Well. I am not one for hyperbole, but I must say, we are on the brink of a truly fascinating discovery. And the truth is, only you can help me with this." He reached down and placed a strong hand on the cheetah's shoulder, giving a particularly fatherly squeeze. "Will you come with me to the lab?"

That he offered it as a question, and not a command only further put Snow on edge. This wasn't the Ikan he knew. He seemed so happy. Maybe all it took to break him from that grumpy shell was a particularly momentous new finding. Maybe it was time for Snow to get excited too. A little swish entered his tail, seemingly by instinct as he trotted down the path with the dragon, his heart all a-flutter trying to imagine what they had discovered. Could the experiment have truly been a success? He didn't want to get too excited, but maybe that terrible, worrisome hour had all been for nothing. Maybe everything really was alright, and only going to get better.

When he arrived in the lab with Ikan, Snow found every single piece of observation equipment, every measuring device and camera, pointed squarely at one specific spot in the room. There was nothing there. The conspicuously empty spot made Snow feel strangely uneasy, as if he could sense something that he couldn't quite see. When he cast an uncertain glance up at Ikan, he was treated to the rare sight of the dragon positively grinning. He wasn't sure he liked that sight, but surely it had to mean good news. With a little push to the cheetah's back, he urged Snow forward.

"Now, if this is going to work, I'm going to need you to stand in front of the equipment. Don't worry. This is all perfectly safe. I have verified it myself."

"You need me to just ... stand?" Snow hesitated, but the dragon's urging was insistent. "I was hoping you might be able to at least provide some sort of explanation ..."

"Now now. We mustn't lose time. There is so much to be learned today. Please, if you will just step forward ..."

This time, the dragon wasn't just urging him, he was outright shoving him. Snow found himself knocked off balance, chirping softly as he moved towards that strangely ominous spot. There was still nothing there, yet he could hear something dripping nearby. Did they have a leaky pipe? In such an isolated place, surrounded by the harshest elements, even the smallest of malfunctions was cause for alarm. His paws gently tapped along the hard floor, until instead of the soft sound of pad meeting metal, there was instead a sudden splash. The surface rippled beneath his feet, some invisible substance wobbling all around his ankles. He was ever so slightly submerged in something he couldn't see. And when he tried to tug his feet away, he found himself stuck, the substance resisting him, gripping him, holding him in place while he flailed his arms around for balance.

"Sir, there seems to be ..."

"Shhh. Do your best to be accommodating. I want to witness the entire process," came Ikan's voice. It was only a subtle change, but Snow could sense something different in his tone. Gone was that slight fatherly warmth he'd used to lure him there, to make him feel everything was going to be okay. In place was that cold, calculating professionalism of usual.

Before Snow could protest any further, he felt a hand upon his shoulder. It squelched on contact, squishing down with an audibly slick, slimy texture as a strange dark something streamed down the front of his white coat, deeply staining it. The grip only got firmer, turning him around in place, or as much as he could with his feet still deeply embedded in the goo below. It wasn't invisible anymore. The mess had taken on a distinct black-violet hue, solidly clasping around his ankles, squishing between her toes, keeping him rooted in place no matter how hard he tugged. And he was fighting plenty hard when he saw the figure towering over him. It hadn't been there a moment ago, and yet there it was, standing directly behind him, meeting his gaze with a red-fanged grin rather than a stare of its own. There were no eyes for Snow to meet.

Ikan tapped his clipboard. "Snow, I'd like you to meet Unidentified Life Form A, who has designated itself - or himself, perhaps, as Quill."

"Hello," Quill said, and then dropped his voice to a more guttural, grumpy, familiar tone. "Your friend says hello as well."

Maybe it was to mock him, or maybe he was sincerely passing on the message from somewhere inside of him. Either way, the dragon went on before Snow could say anything.

"What shall now follow is a demonstration of the life form's ability, assisted by my junior researcher. Quill, whenever you are ready."

The alien had taken on a much more defined shape this time, his musculature exaggerated and imposing, brutish, his spine a mass of writhing tentacles and jagged, needle-like spikes, dripping with that ink-like slime he exuded at every moment. Snow got all the way the point of inhaling enough air to prepare a scream, but it never escaped him. Instead, there came a choked gasp as his whole body jolted. Quill hadn't done anything to him, at least not that he could see, but he felt something penetrate him, reaching deep into his mind and rooting around where nothing was meant to touch. The creature worked his brain as if it were nothing more than a series of switches. No more petrifying horror. Instead, Snow snapped into an instant state of fascination, finding himself admiring the shape of the alien before him, stricken by intense curiosity that kept him staring. Then there came the arousal, flicked on and turned up to full blast, leaving his clothes such a burden as he firmed up and set to deep, enticed purring. It only got better once Quill found the pleasure button.

He pressed it lightly at first. Activating all those neurons, all those endorphins at once could have short-circuited Snow's mind. That was already enough to leave Snow shaking, quivering in place as a flood of concentrated ecstasy shot through his every vein, stifling his other thoughts, leaving him going totally blank before the otherworldly behemoth. No thoughts, head empty, but for all the good feelings flowing through every fibre of his being. He didn't know he could feel that good. Stimulating those pleasure centres directly was better than any sex, any drugs, anything that he could have ever experienced naturally. His cock pulsed away, but he hardly thought of release. There was only the whimpering, chirping submission to that strange, unknowable, greater life form. He was willing to do anything Quill wanted, so long as that feeling never stopped. It turned out, what he wanted was surprisingly simple.

Whether it was what the alien himself desired, or he had inherited those urges from his recent meal, Quill soon took the cheetah in a rough embrace, pushing him up against the nearby wall. Various readers and devices blipped and beeped as the alien set to aggressively stripping the spotty cat from his clothing, throwing shreds over his shoulder. As fierce as the motions might have been, they were strangely unnatural, imitated. No sooner had he turned Snow's research uniform to shreds, and Quill calmed right back down as if nothing had happened, clutching the cat close, considering his options. Maybe he needed some time to properly process what he felt, scanning through the memories and impulses of his victims. That was enough to inform him of what he needed. All it took was a slight shift of his highly malleable body and he formed a thick, pulsing phallus, letting that fat, slime-coated cock schlick its way from his formally null crotch. A pair of plump, jiggling balls formed shortly after, bouncing down beneath that spire. Either he was imitating arousal perfectly, or that cheetah really was turning him on.

"I feel inside your mind the whimpering need to be taken by someone larger. How does it feel to know I am going to fuck you, Snow?"

There was just enough left of the cheetah's mind for him to reply.

"Please ... I want it ..."

"You will have it and so much more. Such a complex cat. So many ideas. Such intellect. I will enjoy exploring the depths of your thoughts and body alike."

The reality of the situation was no longer something Snow bothered to consider. He didn't worry about the scientific implications of being fucked by an alien. Nor was he concerned for his own well-being. He found himself encircled by a dozen grasping tentacles, winding around from Quill's back to coil and claim the cheetah, pulling him right up off his feet with ease. The alien's stretch was uncanny, seemingly infinite, his body displaying no signs of exertion as he hefted the naked cat up and hugged him in those great big arms and many writhing appendages. One of them slipped up straight to his muzzle, pushing past his lips. He felt its slippery texture gliding along his tongue, and then he found himself swallowing it with ease. There was no strain, no choking, no discomfort in taking that whole, pulsing tentacle. He sucked on it and savoured in that strange, alien flavour. It was like a treat he'd never had, a rich, arousing taste that had no equivalent in his world. If his mind was still fully his own, unclouded by the pleasure-drunk state that had overtaken him, he might have insisted on collecting a sample for study, but for the moment all he wanted to do was suck that tentacle dry while it facefucked him straight down his gullet.

That heavy schlurp schlurp was only getting started. It was noisy enough that some of the recording equipment started showing glitches and errors, even shorting out. Or maybe that was just the effect of Quill's presence in general. All those devices were made for measuring the measurable, not some anomaly from another place. At least he moved like any other person by then. Tentacles aside, there was something so natural about the way he clutched and humped the cheetah, grinding that slick cock along his spine, smearing and staining his pretty spots. A few good thrusts and he found his mark. Quill knew exactly what he was doing. He gave some sort of strange, fearsome snarl, some gurgling grow deep in his throat as he pushed beneath the cheetah's tail, penetrating him smoothly, sleekly, shoving into his fine rump all in a single, steady motion. A snort, a grunt, even an extended groan like a moan made Quill sound more or less like any other person as he tapped his heavy nuts against Snow's own. Maybe he was experiencing pleasure just like any ordinary creature of flesh and blood, or learning to at least.

It didn't just feel good beneath his tail. Snow's entire body was blazing with that surging sensation, with that unlimited ecstasy supplied to him directly from his brain. It was so much that he was starting to go numb, losing feeling in his fingers and toes. That didn't matter. The pleasure found new places to tingle him while that slippery creature fucked his ass right there in the lab. Ikan was taking frantic notes, scribbling across the pages on his clipboard and then ripping them out to start another. He was erect the whole time, gritting his teeth, trying his best to take in all that information, observing everything he could as that muscular beast pounded the kitty's butt right in front of him. The slightly translucent body of the alien allowed him to get a good view of the action, seeing right through Quill to watch that spotty booty jiggling with every thrust. They came steady, almost mechanically, thickly plapping against the kitty's butt, thumping him deep, plunging up towards his belly as he got his tummy stretched by that solid, juicy xeno cock.

"I want to make you cum, Snow. Will you do that for me?"

Quill's voice still remained disconcertingly monotone, devoid of any evident emotion, but he was improving. The cheetah didn't get a chance to reply, left in muffled, gurgling ecstasy. That tentacle thickened between his lips, bulging his throat with the engorging load of something that came gushing through it. That strange alien seed poured down his throat, leaving him chugging, guzzling it down, filling his belly with Quill's spunk as the creature rutted him to something more than just a peak. Snow felt his cock thump up against his own bulging, sloshing belly with the sudden force of the eruption. It felt like all his cum came out of him at once, blasting on the wall, hosing down his surroundings, mixing with the slime that trickled down from Quill's body. There came a torrent of his own otherworldly jizz, thick and warming, spreading a soothing, calming sensation all throughout Snow's body. That was for the best. If he didn't come down from that extended climax quickly enough, he might well have lost his mind from the unfathomable bliss he was experiencing.

When it all trickled to a close, Snow slumped down, his head flopping forth, his limbs limp. Ikan wondered for a moment if he was dead. Snow did too, in truth. He was completely blanked, as if someone had simply wiped the harddrive of his mind. There was some semblance left of who he was, what he was doing, but it was so faint, so empty, so meaningless when he had such impossibly pleasing sensations to dwell on. He was drooling, dumbly giggling a bit as he revived enough to straighten back up, leaning into Quill's chest. The xeno seemed to cuddle him, squeezing him all over, massaging him with some back-and-forth slides of those many tentacles. Whether it was for intimacy or simply inspecting him for consumption wasn't clear. In hopes of getting a better look at the chemical processes going on, Ikan shut off the regular lights, and instead opted for shining an ultraviolet spotlight directly on the alien's bulk. He wasn't expecting such a violent reaction.

Quill immediately lurched around, bending in unnatural ways to directly face the dragon with a terrible snarl. His jaws opened up wide, gnashing, clacking at the air as he shook and quivered, losing his defined shape, seeming to melt before Ikan's eyes. The dragon considered his options. If such a thing was truly painful, even life-threatening for the organism, he could be rid of it right there and it would all be over. But there was so much more to learn, so many more experiments to run. If Quill proved a problem, then he had a weakness to exploit. Flicking the lights back to normal, Ikan returned to his place with a satisfied smirk. No longer was he the servant in their exchange. He could control the beast if it proved necessary.

"Apologies. Proceed," he said as Quill returned to his more solid shape, looming over the cum-bloated cheetah.

The tremendous splurch of pulling out was only the precursor to so many more sloppy noises as the excess cum - or whatever it was - poured from the overloaded cat's backside. He was drooling it as that tentacle flopped down from his lips, letting it trickle down his chin and chest. All he could do was faintly murmur, speaking nothing at all, his eyes all glazed over as Quill set him down. He couldn't stand on his own feet, so the alien supported him, pointing that thick, erect shaft up towards his face. Quill was much taller, so much bigger, and his cock was only getting thicker. It made some slippery noises as it grew, fatter, longer, the dripping slit gaping with every lusty flex. The creature may have been inky all over, but his cum was pure and white, like any other. It carried a scent as sexual as it was appetizing, leading Snow to mindlessly drift closer and closer until he'd shoved his muzzle up against the tip of Quill's cock. Ikan sat jotting down his notes as quickly as possible, only to look up and pause when he saw what happened next.

There was no more time for scientific observations. It was personal time. He set his clipboard aside and promptly unzipped his pants as he stared in lustful awe at what was happening before him. Quill was done with Snow, and thus ready to consume him just like the others. Rather than swallow him, he instead took the cheetah's head inside his massive cock, letting it grip around the cat's head and start to slurp him inwards with some sort of muscular force. The extended schlurrrrp that came with devouring Snow in the lewdest of ways was enough to make Ikan gasp. He had one, then two hands on his own shaft as he watched the spotty cat bulging his way up into Quill's xeno-cock. The cheetah's face was still slightly visible beneath the surface of that slime-dick, his glazed expression showing little to no awareness of what was happening to him. Snow's mind had been so deeply overwritten by then that he was nothing but a vessel for receiving sensations by then. He had no other purpose for existing.

Ikan rapidly jerked off to the sight, shamelessly pleasuring himself in the middle of the lab as he watched his subordinate being consumed by the unidentified life form. It was far from the scientific approach, but he couldn't resist. Or Quill wasn't allowing him to resist, perhaps. He liked to think the alien had not exerted any sort of control or mind-alteration over him, but how Quill would have wanted him to think that too. It didn't matter. He huffed, he growled, he puffed black smoke as he pumped his grip up and down his dick, squeezing deep into those ridges, making those purple-striped balls bounce up and down. Quill was hardly a ravenous predator. He simply pushed and squeezed, easing the cheetah down his slime-coated shaft, dousing him in that inky essence as he dunked Snow face-first into his nuts. They were empty, translucent chambers, allowing plenty of room for his prey. The cheetah slipped down deep and dunked to the bottom, finding himself immersed in that musky substance that resembled cum, feeling it sinking into his skin, oozing down his throat, getting into his every available orifice as Quill's shaft swallowed up around his hips and softened dick. It sounded like it was gulping.

A smooth, finishing swallow had Quill's whole body rocking back and forth, slurrrrping his way down along the cheetah's thighs, his calves, and finally tucking the tip of his spotty tail away along with his numb toes. One last slide and down into the xeno's nuts he went, sagging them, stretching them, making them jiggle up and down beneath that oversized shaft as he curled up tight in his new home. His mind was already broken enough, but Quill proved relentless. He flooded the chamber with cum just as he flooded Snow's mind with those nerve pulses, those button-pushes directly to the pleasure centres that sent the trapped cat spiralling into blank, ruined madness as he experienced things not meant for any mortal creature. It was too good, too much, too perfect. He ascended to heaven in those fleeting moments, feeling the best that was even possible, left internally screaming in delight as his body sloshed and burbled, glorping down to a softer and softer state every time those balls squeezed right up around his form. It wasn't long before he barely resembled a cheetah anymore, sinking down as thick, nut-stuffing slop, turning to fresh alien cum right there before Ikan's eyes.

The dragon couldn't possibly hold back to a sight like that. He wrenched back and tugged on his cock hard until he let out a splash of his own seed, letting it shoot up and splatter down on the lab floor. That was nothing compared to the load churning up within Quill's sack. His balls bloated up with the converted cat, the cheetah processed into nothing more than a simmering, hot load of slime-seed to slosh about within the nuts that had consumed him. There was still movement in there for a time, the slight squirm that came when all sensation went dull and empty. It was hardly Snow anymore, but even so, Quill quickly put a stop to that. One good, powerful clench up around the few traces of cheetah that were still solid ensured he was silent and motionless, melting down to join the mess around him. All that was left was to cum him right back out, something Quill was happy to indulge in, seizing hold of his shaft and stroking himself to a peak right there on the spot. He paid very little mind to where he was aiming. Ikan could only brace himself for the inevitable mess.

The tidal wave that erupted from the alien knocked over any of the equipment that happened to be in the way, sending up sparks and debris as it poured through the lab, marking it in an exotic scent that had no equal. The puddle splurshed out, spreading seemingly to all four corners at once, thickly cascading from the slime-thing's fattened cock. It got even bigger just for that purpose, as if he'd gained weight from digesting Snow. That stark white seed hit the walls, the ceiling, the many tables and chairs. Nothing was safe, including Ikan himself. He did his best to shield himself from the chaos, but plenty ended up coating his clothing. That mark was upon him. At least the ink stains were difficult to see on his dark scales. The purple blended right in with his natural markings. That climax ended as suddenly as it began, going from high-pressure outpouring to gentle, trickling finish, and then nothing. Quill stood above his handiwork, but as always, his expression was entirely unreadable. Ikan had no idea if he experienced orgasm like other creatures, but he wasn't moving, gone seemingly dormant. Something else was already happening.

It started as a bubbling, rumbling noise. The cum that had spread all through the room began to flow in reverse, gathering up right in the middle, forming into one thick, centralized puddle. It wobbled and it simmered, quivering all over in an oddly organic way. Maybe it had never been cum at all, but merely a part of Quill shifted to resemble such. It was changing now, forming up into a pillar, a formless mass much like that which the alien himself had first chosen for his own appearance. White, then purple, then black and white and spotted all over. The cheetah's tawny fur colour became clear in time as the sloshing mass took on his former appearance. He was smooth all over at first as his markings became clear, but soon enough he was fluffy and soft as ever. It was a perfect imitation, but for one small little mark around the nape of his neck, a small, violet tattoo of an unknown symbol that indicated he belonged to Quill now. Perhaps he was Quill, simply imitating his victim, or maybe part of him still existed deep down inside that drone, that servant. By the devious smile he offered Ikan, he didn't mind his new circumstances one bit. He spoke in his usual voice, but one that had taken on more of a flat, toneless enunciation like that of his new owner. It wasn't clear if he was merely a puppet or if there was some semblance of him left in that broken, mindless husk that Quill controlled.

"We are glad you enjoyed the demonstration, doctor. I know I did."

Elsewhere, Nicki crept as quietly as she could down the halls, having broken free of her temporary prison using one of the unusual spacious vents. Her hands were still stained with that strange dark ink, or whatever it was. She wanted so badly to clasp them over her mouth to keep those alarmed giggles from slipping out, but she dared not risk possible infection. She was just going to have to bite her lip and no one heard the occasional little snicker of fear that escaped her. The hyena walked on the tips of her toes until she reached the communication room. Everything was reading green and clear in there. Maybe they'd managed to fix the problem up at the tower already. That seemed fast, but she wasn't going to question her luck. Grabbing for the microphone, she tuned in to the Prowler and sent a message to the other team, speaking softly but urgently.

"Prowler. If you can hear me ... this is an SoS. I think ... I think something came through. Something we didn't notice. Brace for possible biohazardous material, or, god, something like that. Something worse. I don't know where the others are. Ikan is behaving strangely. If he's still alive. I really hope you're hearing this ..."

All that came through from the other side was static. Nicki tapped the microphone a few more times.

"Prowler, please respond. Prowler, come in. If you can hear me ..."

She listened to the static for a few more minutes, until finally there came a response. Nia's voice was a pleasure to hear at any time, but never had Nicki been happier to speak to the lioness.

"Loud and mostly clear, Nicki. We're on our way. Hang in there."

Somewhere, deep down inside, Nicki wondered if she'd made a terrible mistake by calling them back there. Maybe she should have told them to run, to signal a rescue and leave that base forever. She was no coward, yet this just felt right. Something just told her that. She was worth rescuing. She deserved it.