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It was all there from the start. Bailey should have seen it. He wanted to think the best of Ikan, of his boss, his mentor perhaps, and his secret crush, but in the end the evidence was undeniable. Wall to wall screens and monitors taking measure of every single thing happening in that base, and there, the dragon himself, reclining naked before them, luxuriantly plastered in his own cum after viewing all the terrible events that were going on. He didn't seem especially concerned about the danger, nor the disappearance of his many employees. Instead, he just shot Bailey a small smile, his eyes gleaming with something unusual. Were they brighter than normal? Perhaps taking on the slightest hint of a purple hue he'd never noticed before? The only question that remained was whether Ikan had been collaborating from the very start - or if he was the creature.

Maybe the distinction didn't matter. Maybe it wasn't easy to say anymore, either. By the purple stripes upon the dragon's black scales, he'd been touched by something otherworldly, something which had already changed him in some ways. Perhaps the alien could be blamed for his callousness, or perhaps he was an opportunist like no other. Either way, Bailey realized he was in some trouble. They weren't alone in the room anymore. He felt it as an uncertain presence, as a looming sense of being watched from behind. Something poured down from the ceiling, drip drip drip, and then there came a much more egregious schlurp just behind him as three figures shadowed the frightened horse. He could only bite his lip and wait for the inevitable ambush. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and begging the dragon himself to stop all the madness wasn't going to work. Whether or not Ikan could do anything about it, Bailey was certain at that point he wouldn't.

Instead, the head researcher stood up from his chair, letting his own seed dribble down his scales, and stood there naked as he launched into one of his typical grandiose speeches.

"Don't you see, Bailey? You will. It's not just a matter of knowledge, not just the ultimate experiment. Together with this being, you will be so much more, so much better than anything we could ever imagine with our limited minds. The pleasures you will experience, just by giving in ... allow me to show you a taste of them."

As if on command, a hand firmly clasped Bailey's shoulder from behind. Then another. And another. They didn't need to force him to turn around. He did as much naturally, tapping his hooves ever so slowly as he swivelled to see who was there behind him. It should have come as a relief to see his friends and coworkers there, but he knew it wasn't really them. Or at least, it wasn't the versions of them he knew. Snow smiled there, the cheetah looking unusually intimidating, still girly as ever yet grinning in such a way as to almost resemble a snarl. Zasha had always been a strict and professional one, but the intensity of her Siberian glare was enough to chill Bailey right to the soul. And as for the big gator Murk, he was as hefty and imposing as ever, teeth all interlocked in a suitable grin. The three of them retained something of their markings and colours, but all was filtered through the layer of purple slime that clung to every single inch of them, dripping from their squelching bodies, soon smearing across Bailey's skin wherever his uniform didn't protect him. That fabric didn't last long.

They didn't even need to tear the clothes off of him. The inky substance seemed to crawl and writhe over his body all over, melting away everything that kept him from being naked. In the process, he felt an intense tingle wherever that slime touched him, one that grew into a shocking, stifling sensation that had him snorting, had him stomping his hooves in turn, closing his eyes just to try to manage it. Where was all that pleasure coming from? It sank right into his skin, stimulating his every single nerve, making him flag his tail and drop his sheath. There was no resisting such an erotic charm. It worked like magic over his bare horsehide while the transformed, corrupted, assimilated ones - whatever they were - loomed near, waiting for the effects to take hold. Every moment he stood there was one Bailey forgot all about the fear, about how terrible the situation truly was in favour of melting into the sheer delight that flowed through him. He relaxed his muscles, and let himself slip into a pumping, swelling state of lust. The sight made Ikan chuckle.

"There. So much easier this way. Let your senses do the thinking for you. We all work so terribly hard out here."

It was a curious tone he used to say that, one either dazed, or perhaps sleepy. Bailey didn't have much of a chance to consider it. He swelled his way into full arousal, his impressive dick filling out all the throbbing details. Even for a horse, he had some serious girth, thicker than the average equine, topped with bulging veins to compliment the stimulating medial ring and flare. The longer that slick bodysuit worked its way over his skin, the harder he got, until he felt himself shooting out a streak of precum thick enough to audibly splash to the floor at the feet of those four transformed drones. They moved nearly as one, as if sharing a single mind, working in sync to get the transfixed horse all bent over as they surrounded him. They were like a pack, each of them knowing their role, their position, silently coordinating to get him exactly where they wanted him. First bent over, the down to his knees, and finally on all fours while they gently eased him down. No force, no aggression, they simply guided him exactly where he needed to be so they could fuck him in ways he never thought he'd be fucked.

Zasha slipped smoothly beneath him before he was all the way to the floor, wrapping her sleek thighs snug around his waist. She latched on with surprising force, finding the middle of his cock, grinding her pussy over the rise of his medial. Every slide spread her juices over his inches, slathering them up with the absolute excess that flowed from her, almost pouring from her tender pussy as she humped at him. A knotted gator dick slapped against one cheek of the horse's ass, and Murk brought his palm down on the other with an impressive SMEK. He didn't waste time with any sort of teasing, just grinding his cock up against that tempting donut, lubing it up with the spurts that came from his shaft. He made even more of a mess than Bailey was, and the horse had already soaked down Zasha's fur with another coating of slippery prespunk to go with the slime. Snow meanwhile took charge, no longer the subby kitty he might usually have been before the transformation. A slide of shaft along the horse's cheek, and he soon sank smoothly between those soft lips, stuffing Bailey's mouth full of cheetah cock, sharing a flavour unlike anything he'd ever had on his tongue. The horse simply needed to suck deeply, adoringly on Snow's dick as soon as he got his first taste.

"Give yourself to the desires, fall into them as if sinking into a warm bath. It's so much more comfortable this way," Ikan urged, his voice oddly soft, even soothing. Bailey had never heard him speak that way before.

If the dragon said anything else, it wasn't audible over the squelching that soon commenced. The drones felt fully solid, even fleshy, but the surface of their skin and insides alike were incredibly sleek, glossy and smooth, sinking into Bailey's body from both ends with such ease. They were perfectly lubricated, and so was that divinely smooth husky pussy enveloping his cock. Zasha had no need to stop after the first few inches. She popped him right past his medial ring and just kept going, letting him sink inside her, bottoming out, balls-deep, bulging her belly with his shape. That was a first. It clearly didn't bother her by the way she set to grinding on him, humping up from below, pressing her heels into his lower back as she kept her grip tight. Milking at him with those contractions of pleasure ensured he didn't even have to thrust, which was good when he could hardly move a muscle voluntarily. He was a twitching, writhing mess as he got stuffed full and pleasured in every way at once. The stroking of those cocks beneath his tail and between his lips, the constant clamp of that cunt around his cock, and through it all, the steady, splurching massage of the slime streaked across his skin all kept him mesmerized with cosmic lust. He felt as if was spinning away into a great void, consumed by the pleasure they inflicted upon him, gangbanging him into a dull, empty husk that could do nothing but moan for them. He'd never been so happy.

The sight of it all so compelled Ikan that he hardly noticed the new presence. Or maybe he'd simply known he was there all along, and considered it normal to have the eyeless monster looming up behind his seat, rising from what at first seemed like no more than a single drop of that inky substance. It spread out on the floor until it was a large puddle, and then there came the beast himself, emerging in his spiky, muscular glory while the dragon observed the proceedings with his dick firmly in his hand. He couldn't help but stroke to the sight of that timid communications expert getting sloppily gangbanged by all those many bodies, by those droneified servants of the invading alien. Not that he considered anything Quill did to be invasive. It was all so fascinating, so pleasurable, even beautiful in its own way. But he was never one for artistic thinking. It was all about the science, and every moment spent with the creatures's slime working through his veins, through his very cells, brought them closer, brought Ikan into a state of deeper and deeper rapture. His mind was abuzz with the sensations brought to him by the creature's presence, thriving on the scent, the taste, the tingling nature of that inky substance. It was even better once the alien himself plucked him from his chair to show him his new enhancement.

A tight grip on the dragon's shoulders and Quill easily hefted him into the air, pressing that prey-fattened cock against his back, grinding it on Ikan's spine. It twitched constantly, pulsing with an inner rhythm as if it could barely contain the pressure running through its alarmingly turgid form. A fat knot at the base swelled out even thicker than the rest of that tree-trunk spire, thumping with the rest of that engorged shaft while Quill rubbed himself against the dragon. All that dignity, all that authority, and Ikan found himself giving shaky moans while the creature so indulgently humped him, showing off his added girth. More than just size, Ikan could feel the life that throbbed through that massive cock. He pressed back against it to see if he could tell who it was. So many had become part of Quill's body, some of them released once more to walk separate, yet still bound to his malleable form, some of them seemingly trapped in him for good. Yes, it had to be her, Ikan concluded. Only the jackaless could have possibly been that virile, that potent to make for such a perfectly knotted cock like that. Grinding against that shaft was as good as grinding on Jaine herself.

"Do you feel them?"

Quill's voice was as calming as ever, the deep tones resonating through Ikan, leaving him feeling as if he were falling backwards onto an impossibly comfortable bed. Though he wasn't entirely sure what the alien meant.

"Feel who?"

"All of them. Closer and closer we come, joining, melding, sharing in thoughts and sensations until we are one single thing, together. Such delight we will take in being one another."

Ikan thought for a moment, looking over at the scene, at the wild threesome going on right before his eyes. It hadn't taken long before they really started going at it. There was no need to be gentle, no need to hold back when every stroke brought mind-breaking pleasure to the four of them. The drones were already beyond shattered, fully devoted to their amorphous master, but Bailey still had some breaking to do. He squirmed amid the bodies, getting his ass slammed hard enough to produce a solid SMACK every time those slime-coated scales met his tender cheeks. Snow thumped all the way down his throat, tapping his hefty sack against the horse's lower lip again and again. Zasha simply wouldn't stop squeezing on him, milking him to the point he could feel his balls actively swelling up with all the spunk he was ready to give her. Yet it wasn't until Quill raised one hand to give some sort of arcane gesture, a curling of his fingers something like beckoning, that Ikan truly knew what he meant. They were all connected, even him, to some extent. He felt a sudden tingle in his cock, in his tailbase, even in his throat when the foursome reached their peak together. Though the sensations he experienced were a mere shadow of the thought-smashing ecstasy that surged through Bailey's every single cell, every atom of his being aflame with feelings not meant for one single mind. He couldn't take it.

With eyes rolled back, tongue flopped out beneath the cheetah's nuts, and his whole body shaking with strange convulsions, the horse could finally cum. He gave everything he had, every single drop of spunk he could possibly produce, and then some. Shooting it straight inside the husky, he made her swell up until she was rounded with the heft of his excess jizz, her belly growing bigger, wobbling with the engorging load she milked out of him with those expert clenches. The gator thumped his knot right past that plump ring and responded in kind, shooting hard enough to start making Bailey's own gut sag and swing with the sheer weight. That only got more excessive once Snow finished between his lips, leaving him guzzling cheetah cum that came thicker, hotter, more excessive than should have even been possible. For every fattening shot he gave that lovely canine, he got twice as much, until he was a ruined, drooling husk of his former self. His climax twitched to a close and left him slumped, shaken, not even given the grace of being mesmerized. The pleasures they shared with him had broken him to something beyond stupid, leaving him seemingly useless for joining the greater whole that was Quill and his drones. Or so it seemed at first glance. The alien always had a plan.

Setting Ikan back down in his chair, Quill kept the dragon where he was with a set of writhing tendrils. They moved like serpents along his body, crawling up those black scales, latching onto his wrists, his ankles, even his tail. Others burrowed inside of him, slipping down his throat, sliding into the tip of his solid cock, even wriggling up beneath his tail, filling him with a cool, pleasant sensation as if someone had just spilled something inside of him. They worked to tingle at all his most sensitive of places, inside and out, soon bringing the dragon into a state better than a simple climax. His jaw fell slack, his eyes opened wide but went empty, his vision blurred. The best he could do was faintly squirm as he got a full dose of the pleasure Quill could offer, enduring what felt like a constant orgasm all throughout his body, but not without moaning out loud. It was a bellow before long, a shouting, almost screaming proclamation of pleasure, of slowly breaking bliss that threatened to pull his brilliant mind down into the goop of utter submission like all the others. With what little willpower he had left, he resisted. Not out of fear of being broken, but out of pride. He'd show Quill how he deserved to be his favourite.

Meanwhile, the slime monster trudged forward, approaching the foursome as they broke from their depravity, leaving the horse to slump down in a puddle. He considered for only a moment before reaching down to snatch Bailey up in his powerful grip, dangling him there, limbs limp. The horse looked almost dead for a while, slowly shaking it off, blinking his way back to relative consciousness, if not full awareness. Quill seemed to gaze into his eyes, a difficult thing with none of his own, but he mimicked the body language well enough. Such a gesture was enough to leave Bailey staring back, shaking his head at first, then slowly nodding. Whatever language they exchanged wasn't of that world. The horse was still himself, still separate from the others who'd been assimilated, but every moment that slime worked his body was one he was closer to being part of the invading creature. Quill knew exactly how to speed that process up. It involved raising the horse up close to his toothy jaws, gaping them open to wash the horse with his inky breath, and the warmth that called so enticingly to him from within.

What might have been a terrifying experience for Bailey was instead just an inviting call to deeper relaxation. Even as those many fangs framed his vision, or that tongue curled about his neck, then his chest. He was locked in and bound, gripped tightly by that constricting appendage. It was more like a tentacle than a tongue, kneading around his chest as Quill slowly drew him inside. There was no need to rush, no urgent need to gobble him down. He sucked and savoured that cum-stuffed horse while the excess jizz slowly trickled down between his thighs. There were more tentacles waiting for him as he slipped slightly deeper. They rose up from the alien's throat, wriggling across Bailey's cheeks, smearing a streak of cum-like something on his skin. One of them found a spot between his lips and plunged forth effortlessly, delving deep, shoving him full of that pleasure applicator, letting the horse gulp down the juices without a second thought. Of course he guzzled every drop he could get. The taste was pleasant enough, but more than that, was the sheer bliss that came with feeling that substance sliding down his own throat, leaving him sucking firmly around that tentacle in hopes it'd give him more.

His belly made such heavy sloshing noises while he slipped over the creature's tongue, delving deep, diving headfirst into that warm, slick gullet. The slime inside the monster worked over Bailey's face, keeping that tingly massage working deeply into his skin, deeper still. Another tentacle wiggled up between the horse's thighs, stroking smoothly along the back of his sack, then applying some pressure to his taint. Quill knew exactly how to push his buttons, so to speak. A grinding, wriggling stroke of that slippery appendage meant applying intense pressure right to the horse's prostate. A few seconds of that was all Bailey could take. His cock swelled up while he nickered and neighed in Quill's gullet, and there came an erratic eruption of cum from his shaft that smeared up all over his body, further lubricating his passage into the creature's throat, When he tried to consider the reality of the situation, to think about what might happen once the monster swallowed him, his mind crackled out into pleasant fizzing mist, filled with orgasmic static, cut off from his worries and his fears. There was nothing to think about how good it felt to slip sweetly down that taut tunnel, feeling it kneading him from all sides, welcoming every inch of his body while the creature consumed him.

The first gulp rang with a muffle thump of bass all through the horse's body. He felt as if he was descending into some sort of supremely satisfying spa experience. All his hard work, all his tension, his nervousness throughout the lengthy stay at that isolated base, it had taken its toll, he realized. There was nothing he deserved more than a long rest somewhere warm and safe. The moans that escaped him as he bulged in Quill's slimy throat weren't so much sexual as they were supremely soothed, sinking away into the bliss that awaited him down in the bottom of the monster's belly. It wasn't a stomach so much as it was the perfect, welcoming bed, and he plunged down to the bottom while that gullet worked him deeper, starting to curl up and submit to the rest that awaited him with one extended sigh. With his hooves pointed straight up in the air, Quill made a slight show of gulping down that horse right in front of the bound dragon, ensuring those tingling tendrils pleasured Ikan's pleasure buttons harder and harder while he observed the last of his uncorrupted staff vanish into the belly of the slimebeast. This time, Quill didn't even bother to become translucent, letting that solid bulge in his gut remain indistinct but for the faint outline of the horse's palms and dazed expression.

Tranquility fell over the room for a time. It was truly over. Quill had eaten everyone. The creature stood seemingly dormant for a while, his belly giving the distinct sounds of digestion, burbling and glorping around the horse. His drones stood by, ready for his command, sharing in his pleasure, in his every impulse, every thought. Yet they could still be closer. He turned to them briefly, regarding them for all of a few seconds. The choice was obvious. The Snow-drone hardly even got a chance to react before Quill snatched him up and stuffed him into those gaping jaws. This time, he didn't savour his meal. It was a process of devouring that cheetah yet again. Not even his copied self was safe from the alien's appetite. He managed a faint mew before he got shoved head-first down Quill's throat, left wriggling all the way as the creature easily swallowed him. That feminine feline hardly stood a chance. One more good gulp tucked those paws away, leaving the indent of Snow's form pressing out in Quill's neck before it vanished down to his awaiting gut where the horse noisily sloshed.

A great wobble of that bulge left Quill's middle jiggling long after the cheetah touched down to the bottom. He hefted his gut in both hands, the view of it slightly obscured by his big fat dick standing tall and wet, dripping a steady stream of intoxicating juices. Ikan watched with gritted teeth, not for what he was seeing, but for the struggle of holding on to what was left of him. Such a delicate balance, enjoying himself, letting the pleasure flow through him, filling his veins, but trying not to break. He wasn't like the others. His mind was strong. All he had to do was focus, and he wouldn't fall to pieces. Orgasm was a tempting prospect as the creature teased him with the sight of him digesting two members of his team. The horse and cheetah writhed together in his middle, the bulges of their forms increasingly indistinct by the moment as those heavy churns rolled through the room, the splurching drowning out the buzzing of the various measuring devices. They carried on even through the depravity on display, capturing everything, recording it to the record. In time, Bailey and Snow seemed to grow intimate inside Quill, those shapes shaking back and forth, grinding to their very last glorp while the alien stroked his belly and let them soften within the prison of slime.

Their moans made it through the layers at first, gasping out while they shook that slick chamber with the motions of their passion. It wasn't really clear who was on top. Ikan could only see the faint suggestion of sex, the back and forth motions and the pressing of palms against the walls that contained them. In time, those groans of pleasure started to blend together. They moaned as one, their voices indistinct from one another as they fucked their way into soft, malleable goop. One good clench of those stomach walls flattened them over, taking away their shape, and the steady glurrrrn ensured the liquefied smoothly, falling into an orgasmic nothingness, wiped away by the creature's alien digestive process, rendering them into more of the slime that made up his form. As their shapes smoothed over, less and less visible in his bulk, his balls weighed down heavier, growing plump with the converted forms of those two crew members.

Ikan leaned forward, which was no small task given the tightness of his bindings. He felt as if magnetized to the sight before him, his eyes wide, almost refusing to blink. Curiosity worked like a plague through his mind, driving him into a state of such intense interest he couldn't possibly look away. He had to know more. There was so much knowledge within that bizarre alien biology. Watching kept him mesmerized, focused so intently that everything else began to melt away. It was his fatal flaw perhaps, the endless pursuit of knowledge before all else, and it was slowly eroding his mind the longer he watched Quill grow thicker and stronger with two melting meals. Ikan felt the same exhilarating sensation of unmaking those physical forms as the alien did himself. They were coming so much closer to joining minds, to becoming one single being, and afflicted with such a powerful desire to understand that there really was no turning back. Even while Quill turned the very last of Ikan's subordinates into a melted, gooey state for him to absorb into his bulk.

He'd digested them in his belly, but they still turned to cum, swelling his sack until it was taut with the impending release. Jaine throbbed wildly, that jackal-turned-cock bulging with the sheer force of arousal she provided to the alien. Quill himself remained relatively calm. He stroked his gut until there was nothing more to feel, and then his attention turned instead to his balls. Hefting them, squeezing them, he made them audibly slosh with their creamed contents. Two digested morsels, made into something better. Neither of them was distinct anymore, all churned together into one homogeneous load of spunk. Even as Quill moved slowly, luxuriantly, his cock twitched with the utmost of urgency, as if desperate to let off all the pressure that pulsed through it. That must have been the jackal's influence. The imprisoned security expert had been expertly edged for what must have felt like days from her perspective. The pursuit of release was the only thing that mattered to her anymore, and Quill gave it to her at last, gripping the knot he stole from her to massage himself to a peak.

The sound that came from him wasn't so much a moan as it was a hum. It had an oddly calming effect on Ikan, one that made him forget about the tension that game with fighting for himself. To just let go, to slip away was so much easier. Why did he insist on denying himself what he really wanted? His body slumped as he let the pleasure wash over him, and then there came the rushing blast of Quill's cumshot. It came with a bellow of a SPLORT, hitting him like a wave with fresh, hot cream that used to be Bailey and Snow alike. It rained down over everything, shorting some of the devices, leaving sparks flying as if in celebration of such a considerable orgasm. Ikan vanished completely beneath the wave for a time, emerging with a slight sputter and a foolish smile on his face. He never allowed himself to smile like that, and for what? What did he care about dignity, about maintaining the respect of his peers anymore? They were all gone. He fed them to a monster. And that fascinating creature rewarded him every single moment of his existence with pleasure from beyond the stars. When every single second was an orgasm, Ikan might have assumed cumming would be underwhelming. It was anything but that.

He roared at first, his open mouth catching plenty of that alien cum, leaving him gurgling. Then there was nothing more than a whimper from his impressive jaws. He shivered in his bindings while those many tentacles plunged into his pleasure centres, stimulating his mind directly, sending the signal of absolute bliss to his every single receptor. One brief awake of his head as if to deny that he was truly gone, truly breaking at last, and then he let his tongue flop from his mouth, the dumbest expression overtaking his dignified features as he came and came again. Everything left him, every drop, indistinguishable in the sea of jizz that Quill poured over him, but it was enough to leave him numb, leave him blank, leave him staring at the looming alien not with professional curiosity, not even with lust, but with blank satisfaction. The simplicity of simply being, existing as a vessel for those pleasant sensations and nothing more was the most liberating feeling he'd ever experienced. Not that he could remember that in such a state.

Quill's cumshot left the whole room flooded in his cream, in that former horse and cheetah alike. Yet it was hardly the end for those digested crew members. The cum slowly wriggled its way to a central puddle, accumulating, gathering into one mass. The scent of Quill's lust overpowered the senses even of his drones, leaving Murk and Zasha slowly slumping against the wall, headfucked by that musk with their every breath. They weren't needed for a while. Quill used them like pleasure batteries, soaking up every feeling as a new being came to sight. It rose up from the spunk that had been those two separate people - this time, merely as one. At first it looked merely like Snow, but a broader, thicker version of him, one who'd inherited some of the shape of the horse. Heavier thighs, a bigger butt, he was enhanced by the merging process. No place benefited more than what swung between his legs. That cheetah's new horsecock stood up tall and solid, twice the size of his former shaft, pulsing with desire before he was even fully formed. The smooth white outline of the cheetah's body took on colour once more, solidifying and leaving him to stand there as a new being. Perhaps he was Snow and Bailey alike, all at once, or perhaps he was just the cheetah, having absorbed the best traits of the horse thanks to Quill's digestive alchemy.

"Very good. Two lives, two minds become one, yet all part of the whole. See how they twitch in harmony?"

His seemingly cryptic words had obvious meaning with one glance around the room. Every time Snow's cock twitched, a similar motion ran through the bodies of everyone else, all synced up. Whether that meant Ikan was throbbing in his binds, Murk thumping there where he was flopped over and blanked out with ecstasy, or even Zasha herself idly grinding in the air, pussy wet, thoughts empty. Quill too never softened. The pumping urgency had faded to something calmer as Jaine fell dormant inside him, but he shared in their pleasure just as they shared in each other's. Another gesture and he tossed some of that inky slime across the room like an abstract painter attacking a canvas.

"This is a place of experiments and discovery. Let us see how my new hybrids perform. Would you like that, Snow?"

"Unngh ..." came the cheetah's grunt at first, his eyes dull. Yet in time he managed to blink away the haze, finding enough clarity to answer him properly. "I want to fuck something."

"And you shall. This one has done so well, taking to my influence so readily, doing things she never thought possible before. Unleash your urges upon one another. Share in pleasure as two, as four, as us all, and as one."

He was speaking less and less clearly, and yet he made so much sense to Snow and Ikan alike. Yes, it was all so simple to grasp now. They were hardly gone, hardly destroyed once absorbed. Quill simply broke down the barriers between individuals, ensuring that the whole room shared in the lustful sensations flowing through the cheetah's body, and that of the figure that crawled up from the purple puddle, dripping and grinning. The silhouette of her form wasn't immediately obvious, but it was when she let out one of those distinct cackles. It was louder than usual, more powerful, underscored by some bassy tones that projected the sound right through the whole room and beyond. Of course it was Nicki. But there was something different. She was thicker too, shapelier than ever - and she'd already been an eye-catching, head-turning nurse who made the staff take a few too many trips to the medical ward. Nia especially. But the only sign of that lioness was the heft on the hyena's tits, the thickness of her thighs, and the exuberance that came as she launched herself towards the other hybrid.

Snow hadn't quite been the top cat around the base in previous weeks, but fused with Bailey, he had that hyena on her knees without even needing to say a word. Nicki's colours and spots finished appearance just as she lunged at him, sinking down to slurp and kiss as she shoved her muzzle directly against his dick. The cheetah staggered only slightly, soon holding fast once he found his balance. Not many could have stood so steady while the hyena absolutely slathered his cock with drooling attention. She worked right from the base, nuzzling his balls, then slobber-slurped all the way to the tip, cleaning off that thick bead of precum already dripping there. She sucked that flared tip a few times, effortlessly working her mouth around it, only to dive back down, licking every inch, every vein of cheetah's newly enhanced shaft, until finally she was sucking on his nuts, one at a time. They were too heavy, too plump and virile for her to fit them both at once. She was going to need some help if she was going to pleasure him right.

Snow didn't even have to wait for long. All it took was the hyena leaning back, tilting her head towards the ceiling, and stretching her arms out behind her. They bent back in an unnatural way, showing off the transformed hyena's extra flexibility. She kept stretching until she began to visibly split down the middle, a giant crack forming that glimmered purple. It didn't seem to cause her any pain. Though she looked and felt solid all over, her form proved ever so malleable, partly goo and splurching from one to two as if achieving mitosis right there in front of the cheetah. The result was the messy creation of another goo clone right from the first. The hyena slimmed back down to her former shape, still curvy but not quite as exceptional as she'd been. And right behind her, licking her lips, was the lioness herself. Nia wasn't gone. She'd simply joined the hyena's body in the most intimate of ways. They always were inseparable. Now they could prove it, working in tandem, synchronizing their movements as they moved to lick and worship that transformed cheetah cock from both sides.

He couldn't keep a moan from escaping by the time their tongues touched together at the tip of his cock. They kissed around his flared head, getting their fur all smeared up in his juices, and then they went back down to properly suck on those fat balls. They were even bigger than Bailey's had been, stuffing their jaws full, leaving cat and hyena alike as they serviced that cheetah. Eventually, they made his knees buckle a little with all the pleasure they gave him. It wasn't just tingling through his sack, but working through his entire body, as if they were sending electric pulses with every lick. That moment of slight weakness was all it took for them to pounce. Snow went down happily, subjected to the impulses of two horny ladies working as one. Nia took her spot right atop that cock, sitting her fine ass atop it, grinding back and forth along those many inches to spread a thick layer of lust across its glossy surface. Nicki meanwhile just made a seat of Snow's face, wedging his muzzle between her cheeks, letting him lick her all over. A good slurp of her soaking pussy, then a swipe down and around to eat her ass, and he got her giggling there atop his face, wiggling back and forth as he pleasured her, making it almost impossible to keep him pinned any longer.

Of course, Ikan was enduring every little lick, every spark of pleasure that passed through that threesome, as if he was simultaneously every participant at once. Quill made sure of that, keeping those tendrils firmly attached to the dragon's pleasure centres, overloading his mind, wiping out all those years of study, all that ingenuity and ambition, little by little. He still refused to cum, but his strain grew all the harder when the cheetah struggled his way out from beneath the pile of ladies. A nudge, then a shove, and he managed to send them to the floor beside them, leaping up with a burst of speed that let him mount up over the lioness' back. A blazing lust consumed him from within, driving him to a deep, instinctual level as Quill pressed the buttons in his mind. No longer the shy one, he was pure, masculine dominance, with the fat cock to match. He knew exactly what to do. Whether the silent voice in his mind, driving his actions, was more his deep-rooted savanna instincts, or Quill's lustful guidance didn't matter to him. All he knew was to get his teeth around the loose scruff on the back of the lion's neck, latching on and pinning her beneath his weight. He wasn't much bigger than before, except where it counted, but he was definitely stronger. A nice dose of lean equine muscle flexed beneath his spots, allowing him to keep her pinned, keep her mrowling while he delved deeply inside her, stretching her with that impressive girth. Bailey surely felt it just as much as he did, and so did Ikan.

A wild, driving fuck came moments after. Nia thrashed and bucked back at him, snarling with the wordless promise of violence should he cease that pounding for a moment. Snow was happy to oblige her, to brutally rut her in a way that might have hurt if it wasn't for all those wonderful enhancements granted to them by their slippery visitor. Quill stood slowly massaging his shaft with a single hand, wiggling his fingers on the other, as if conducting a tiny orchestra, or working the strings of a puppet. Ikan was his pleasure slave, bombarded with a near-lethal dose of bliss while he experienced what it felt like to fuck and be fucked all at once, feeling that horsecock driving into the lioness from both sides, feeling every stroke, every squeeze, every slick contraction around those many inches. He was left bellowing, unable to even beg for it all to stop. He didn't want it to. Snow had no intention of slowing down either, even with that lioness screeching beneath him, in the best of ways. She got tighter, hotter, overwhelming him with that constant pulsing flex squeezing right down on his every inch while he plunged balls-deep in her sopping wet cunt. It was with a roar that she went over, driven to orgasm by that forceful pounding stuffing and stretching her.

That outline in her belly soon grew smooth, then round as she milked the cum out of the snarling cheetah with all those deep squeezes. He blew suddenly, constantly, launched over the edge by her forceful orgasm. She squirted back on him while she shook beneath his body, rolling her hips up and down, making sure they both came their minds blank while Ikan shakily gasped nearby. Snow fucked that cum inside the big cat until she was swollen with his spunk, rounded out and sloshing with the sheer volume he could pump out of his fat nuts. He stayed there inside her down to the very last drop, letting the excess trickle down his balls, pool on the floor beneath them. He might have swam in the ocean of afterglow a little longer if it wasn't for the sudden assault from behind. Nicki leapt on his back, nibbling at his neck and shoulder with those mighty hyena chompers. It was enough to make him wrench back, reaching for her, yanking his cock out of the big cat in one sudden, shocking tug. The result was a messy splurch of overflowing cheetah cum pouring out of of that stretched sex, and one yowly kitty squirming there on the floor with her womb all stuffed with cum. It was Nicki's turn, and she wasn't going to wait.

The sight of the dragon absolutely awash with pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings, beyond his scientific understanding was too good to ignore. Snow wrestled with the hyena briefly, only for her to squirm away and plant her hands on the arms of Ikan's chair, posing right in front of him, slowly swinging her hips back and forth.

"If you could only see the look on your face right now!" she teased. "You'd be so embarrassed. It feels good, doesn't it? Just giving in ... trusting someone to know what's best. Going to finally cum for us while you watch?"

It was just a little more teasing for that silly, dumb-faced dragon. He hardly looked like the big scary boss he used to be. Quill was their boss now, and he was happy to stand by, soaking in their pleasure, a big toothy grin of red fang showing his approval while his drones fucked for his amusement. Snow wasn't far behind that spotty booty, sprinting up to snatch that hyena by the hips, steadying that swinging rump. One good slap of his cock against her spotty back and started grinding smoothly down, leaving a deep trail of juices across her fur. A mix of cum, of Nia's juices, and of more pumping precum all made for the perfect lubricating layer, unusually slick, clinging to his shaft as he grew hard to the point of his whole lower body jolting with every pulse. He was just going to have to be extra indulgent with that lovely medic for all the trouble her mischief caused.

A pressing force against her tight ring made her cry out with a shriek, then a woop, and finally a steady cackle that shuddered through her entire form, leaving her grinding back against the cheetah's dick. He pushed until he penetrated her, no matter how tight she was, slipping smoothly on all the remnants of his previous fuck with Nicki's partner. The lioness remained sprawled out on the floor, rubbing her tummy, watching as the cheetah mounted and fucked her lovely giggly girlfriend in the ass right in front of their boss, while he was helpless to do anything but experience it. His lower lip was quivering by that point. Too much. Too good. And only getting better by the time the cheetah bottomed out in that fine thick butt, tapping his balls on Nia's cheeks, then giving them a firm little whap with his palm for good measure. They jiggled just right, and they kept jiggling once he started fucking, thrusting deep, plunging firmly, letting Ikan watch her wobble, watch her tits bounce, and watch the outline of that horsecock moving up and down beneath the fur of her belly. The cheetah gave it to her like he'd never given it to anyone, soon grinding his way to a harsh, rutting, rapid-fire plap of balls to butt, tugging himself out to the medial ring only to pop it in along with all the rest and spank up against that tight rump all over again.

Nia wasn't going to just sit around forever. She insisted on joining in on the pairing, and not in a way Snow expected. He busied himself thumping that spotty butt nice and deep, while the slinky cat snuck up behind him for an ambush. She clutched his hips and dipped her muzzle beneath his tail, slurping along his taint, surprising him with a sudden rimjob he didn't exactly see coming. He welcomed it, and every other touch. Sometimes their signals got mixed up, letting them feel each other's pleasure, fucking as one body instead of three, and other times they savoured in each other. The lioness slurped and slathered that fine feline rump while it went back and forth, thumping into the hyena over and over, leaving the cheetah mrowling, tossing his head, slapping his balls against 'yena butt and the lioness' chin alike. That threesome went on until the dragon was positively screeching, briefly screaming his pleasure as they amplified it with their presence and display, Eventually, his voice fell short, a taut pulse running through his entire body, his cock stretching for the sheer volume of all the pent up cum finally let loose as he submitted to orgasm right along with the rest of them. From hyena to cheetah and even to lioness, they rutted their way to a quivering finish, writhing, grinding together so tightly as to almost seem to become one being for a few moments.

The dragon let his load splatter all over the looming hyena while she pulled up tight around the cheetah's dick. Snow shot his load deep inside her, and just kept on shooting, letting out the occasional squeak or mewl as he fell from dominant to enraptured by his own pleasure. Even Nia hit her own peak, squirting as she knelt there behind the cheetah, absorbing some of the pleasure through his body while she kept her tongue plunged firmly inside of him. Nicki got painted and swollen all at once, her belly rounding while she squeezed down hard on the shaft inside her, having an anal orgasm more intense than any regular one she might have had before she met that kind alien. It all came to a mess, twitching conclusion, looking almost violent by the time the four of them were done. Ikan's head slumped down towards his chest, and his bindings finally came loose, letting him flop over in his chair as if unconscious. Such a word was almost correct - he was awake but hardly thinking, hardly aware of the very concept of himself. And the pleasure never ceased, never slowed, even once the savanna threesome finished and left them rumbling or giggling together as they slowly flopped to the floor in front of the breaking dragon.

Nicki crawled over to playfully pounce atop the lioness once more, meeting her in a deep kiss, rubbing her swollen belly against the cat's own. The sloshing, schlicking, slurping noises only grew more intense the longer they rubbed against one another, growing gooey, softening with their loving friction until their bodies started to merge together once more. The hyena won out, despite being the smaller one. The lioness flattened down beneath her as if melting, getting absorbed into her lover's form again, taking her place along Nicki's thighs, her butt, her breasts. That nurse took on an extra shapely silhouette that was simply irresistible, but it wasn't to last. Quill plucked them up once they were one being, one figure, wrapping them in an embrace of many arms from behind. A blissful smile remained plastered over the hyena's face as the alien so soothingly hugged her. Every squeeze brought her a little closer to him, made her sink smoothly through the surface of his shiny skin. Her spine, her hips, then eventually her muzzle. Her hands and feet stuck out of his gooey chest, slurped away, sinking into his body until here was nothing more than her toes wiggling on the outside world. Then she was gone, assimilated once more, adding to the alien's bulk, flowing through the joined mind that was the whole of him.

"They are very good at being together. As we all are. I feel their energy at every moment. Just as I feel all the others. One is especially strong."

Quill had one more exclamation point to add onto the end of that finale. His jackal-cock throbbed urgently once again, giving those rapid, eager pumps without him even needing to touch it. He strode softly to a place in the middle of the room, starting to stroke softly at first, then more firmly. Soon he had that twitching spire clutched in the tight grip of both hands, his muscular arms bulging with the effort to powerfully jerk himself off right in front of his many drones, his thralls. Each glide down his length made for a generous splurch of precum from the tip of his shaft, soon streaming down below, thick enough to form a puddle. Soon it wasn't dripping so much as spurting, growing thicker, whiter, splashing across the whole room, soaking up the other nearby juices. He finally hit his release without any apparent reaction, simply standing, gripping his knot, letting it all pour out from his swollen balls until he'd flooded their surroundings once more. The schlurrrrp of something forming in the spunk he poured out drowned out anything else, silencing the electronics, splashing everyone in range. A figure rose up from the mess seconds later, rushing to take shape, showing off considerable bulk that only got heavier the more cum she absorbed into her reformed body.

Jaine looked better than ever after a stint as Quill's cock. Her body was sleek and shiny, glossy even, fur looking ever so smooth once its colour returned. She was stronger than before, made more muscular by the spilled essence she'd spilled out. And her cock was bigger too, firming into a plump, knotted shape that trembled with need. She simply had to use it on someone. Slavering, she scanned about the room, over all those droned and dazed bodies, until she spotted the right person. Picking on the heaviest guy there, she easily pinned the stunned gator, getting on top of him while she penetrated him all in one go. That hefty rump got a few good plaps while she went to town on Murk, greatly contrasting the mellow, nearly dormant state of the rest of the room with her frantic fucking. All that pent up need, all that pleasure of being the creature's cock spilled over into a relentless, ravenous desire to absolutely plow the first thing she could get her hands on. That grumpy gator might have complained, long ago, but he was hardly the same person anymore. He was something better, and he was about to transform even further. The muscular jackaless on his back pressed down on him so firmly they started squishing together, their solid forms less so the longer she rubbed against him. That distinct slurping sound rose up as the jackal's biceps and thighs alike filled out with greater bulk, bigger muscles all around. She didn't even manage to finish spurting in the gator's butt before she'd fully taken him inside, cumming on the floor as her body thickened with power and girth, adding to her musculature and cock alike by the time she rose, enhanced by her hybridization. The grin on her face was positively reptilian.

"And so the time comes to complete the hive, so to speak. One more mind remains still partly detached from the rest. You have seen the pleasures of joining now, haven't you Ikan?"

The dragon could only faintly groan. He was apparently aware he was being addressed, but he didn't bother to move. Quill went on.

"Let us prepare one final experiment. Or perhaps it is more a film, an encore performance to tie off this successful evening. We must leave a record, after all."

He didn't need to ask Snow to help out. All he needed to do was think it, and the cheetah moved to start setting up the very same recording equipment that had captured his own initial demise, his transformation. The irony was not lost on him, but he gave no comment. Zasha eventually rose from her stupor to assist him, and the two of them stood by while the dragon slumped into the jackal's grasp. She lifted him with ease, letting him flop about while she dangled him above the floor, his legs swinging back and forth. A mighty bearhug kept him close to her chest, squeezing the gasps out of him. He didn't speak a single word, no comments, no commands, not even a grumpy harumph like he might usually have given when he had nothing else to say. That silence persisted even as the powerful jackal bent him over and started pushing him headfirst into the waiting grasp of the alien's cock. Quill's shaft hadn't softened in the slightest, even after cumming out an entire jackal. It accepted the broken dragon's muzzle with a slow slurp, gentle at first, then suddenly clamping down with a hungry grip. Ikan's fate was sealed. He was to be the final experiment.

If he had any particular thoughts on the matter, he didn't show them. Eventually, Jaine transitioned from just pushing her boss down the monster's dick, to outright fucking him down. All it took was a smooth slip of her shaft between his cheeks and she sank down deep, helped by the lubricant of all the juices oozing from her tip. She was spurting every second, pumping what felt like a small cumshot into the dragon's body with every single flex. Each thrust plunged him deeper, though Quill hardly needed the help. The slurping tug of his hungry cock devoured the dragon just fine. That muscular, authoritative boss slipped smoothly towards the creature's balls, well beyond drunk on pleasure, left absolutely stupid with how good he felt all the way down. Now and then he gave a faint wriggle, or a pump of his hips just to show he was still alive, if not exactly conscious. A long, hot dive into Quill's waiting balls had him surrounded by constant gurgling, but the impressive power of that impending digestive process churning up in anticipation of assimilating him. Or perhaps simply erasing him. Surely he was just as capable of doing that, if he so wished, simply taking the aspects of the mind and body he wished to keep for himself.

The bulge of the dragons' shape inside that xenocock was slightly visible through the translucence of Quill's skin. So too was the sight of Ikan's face dunking down into the waiting spunk that sloshed there, sagging out those slippery nuts with his weight, going under and not bothering to struggle to the surface for a while. He bubbled and roiled in the thick sludge of spunk, soaking in that otherworldly scent, guzzling and gulping some of it without any apparent thought in his head. He was simply an automatic being, somewhere beneath instinctual, living for the sensations Quill could provide him. Jaine wasn't about to let go of him that easily though. In her empowered form, the strength of both security officers concentrated into one being, she had urges that simply couldn't be denied. Shoving that bulb inside the dragon, she locked tight and knot-fucked her boss for as long as she could keep him there, struggling against the tugging grip of Quill's own hunger. The xeno seemed more amused by such an exchange, more than anything. He lightly stroked his shaft, fingers dancing along the details of the dragon while he remained stuck in place, getting hammered by that hefty canine cock. Such insubordination never would have stood, if he was still his regular self, but after a thorough mindbreak he was more than content to lift his tail high and let the jackaless make a bitch out of him while she could.

She ended up with her hands firmly on the outline of Ikan's hips while she bottomed out and finished inside him. With her knot in place, there was nowhere for all that cum to go but right up into his belly and beyond, bloating him out, leaving him outright drooling spunk as his head dipped down towards Quill's balls. Eventually, the xeno's hungry grip proved stronger even than the possessive seal of the jackal's knot. A deafeningly slick POP left her stumbling back, still engorged, spurting the last of her load over that creamed backside wrapped all snug in xenocock. Jaine gave the dragon's ass one last spank of her knot, then finished cumming on Ikan's thighs and tail. She painted the last few shots on soles of his feet as Quill finished him with one good deep shclurrrrp. It was less like an organic gulp, and more like something swirling down a drain. An undignified end to the dragon's reign indeed. Now Quill ruled the base. And there was one last humiliation in store for Ikan while he sloshed about in the jizz that flooded his senses with a constant assault of musk and pleasure alike. An arm rose up, indistinct and white, but taking shape in time, followed by the rest of the lost mouse's form as he crawled up from the cum, reshaped for one purpose.

"As our urges mixed together as part of the whole, everything is possible." Quill almost sounded amused as he said it. "The mightiest dragon may find himself beneath the shyest mouse."

Zasha wasn't about to be left out. All that delightful merging, and she still hadn't quite found the right moment to share in such a pleasure. There was no time to take the long slide down Quill's dick. Instead, she pressed herself right up against his balls, rubbing her face against that prey-swollen sack while it sloshed with the vigorous fucking going on inside. She soon slipped through the surface, sinking into the goo-skin of Quill's nuts, facefirst. It slurped and sucked and absorbed her with a typically sloppy sound, enveloping her while she went absolutely rigid with pleasure. Her body was stiff from head to toe, reaching gushing orgasm as she delved into the cum bath where the mouse dominated the dragon. Directly engulfed into the goo of Quill's body, she penetrated into the chamber, turning that coupling into a threesome while she snuggled into place. She ended up beneath Ikan, but that hardly meant she wasn't in control. Wrapping her thighs around dragon and mouse alike, she latched on and let Conrad's steady thrusts drive that swollen dragon dick into her pussy. She took him deep, stuffing herself to bulging with that girth, milking it with the constant contractions of her undying lust.

Snow made sure to capture every single moment of the dragon getting fucked inside those translucent balls. Conrad was far from his nervous self after a good long simmer inside Quill's nuts. Filmed for preservation and study, the small mouse got on top of that stupefied dragon and fucked him in a sea of spunk while their bodies sloshed and melted around the edges. Compressing tight around those three bodies, Quill squeezed and kneaded them into submission, sending Ikan down a spiral of sensations not meant for any single mind. They all concentrated into his synapses, erasing him, blanking him, leaving him to twitch while his body smoothed over and lost its elegant colouration. He went pure white along with the mouse and husky, wobbling and sloshing about, softening, flowing, dripping, melting. The process of Conrad plapping his balls against the dragon's butt soon became more of a splash, flinging spunk in all directions, letting the levels rise and overtaken them until they were left gurgling and swallowing what they became. Rather than hit one last cumshot together, they became that cumshot, churning into one big load to stuff and sag Quill's sack. A rumbling like a rocket ready to blast off rattled deep inside him, sending that thick cream rushing up his translucent shaft, exploding into sight for the camera to see before all went white and fizzled out.

One more hybrid splattered to the floor, liquefied but swiftly rebuilding itself. Herself, as it turned out. Ikan wasn't even the dominant shape in the amalgamation that rose up from the cum, serving as nothing more than a contribution to the whole. There stood a finely-shape rat, busty and thick all over. Zasha's curves were plenty evident in her hips, her thighs, and of course that impressive pair of breasts. Then there was Ikan's cock, that enticingly ridged and spiked girth that was his pride. It served as little more than an adornment, a trophy for the mouse. Conrad had won out in the hybridizing, serving as the base to which the other features were added. Her fur was streaked with purple stripes, her eyes were pale husky blue, but she was a mouse before all else, womanly and broad, slowly swaying with the triplicate of pleasure coursing through her every single nerve. That naked tail rested atop a booty so plump that not even an alien from another world could possibly resist it for long. Perhaps he had learned a thing or two about being horny in the process of consuming so many minds.

The new Conrad, if that was still her name, didn't manage to get so much as a word out before the alien snatched her up in four hands, a second pair accompanying the first just to clutch her as tightly as he could. His cock was nearly half the size of the mouse's whole body, but the slippery, slimy texture served to perfectly lube her up for that massive insertion. There came a great squeak from her throat, her back arching as she took that belly-bulging spire right up to her belly. There was nothing to learn anymore. Quill was simply having fun. He huffed and even snarled like a beast, perhaps knowing deep inside that Conrad and Zasha liked that sort of thing. Maybe Ikan secretly did too. Nothing was hidden anymore. All that mattered was the thrill of desires, pouring out in the form of that schlupping, pounding fuck Quill performed for his remaining drones. It was a shame the cameras couldn't capture his grand finale. But his audience enjoyed it plenty, savouring in the feelings of both sides. The cheetah-horse and jackal-gator looked as if dormant while they observed, but inside their minds, it was a constant scream of orgasm, of heavenly feelings hitting them just right, again and again, even if it left them dysfunctional as a result.

"Perhaps there are still some devices functioning," Quill spoke, his voice calm even as he wildly fucked that hybridized mouse, gripping Conrad in an overpowering bearhug of all four arms. "If so, let me state for the final record that the science team is doing perfectly fine as part of me. They have not been harmed. There is no need for alarm."

He squeezed the mouse just right, leaving her squeaking out a shrill moan of such ecstasy that it sounded almost like fear. She absolutely shrieked with sudden orgasm, spraying her cum across the room, letting it land at the feet of the other drones as Quill constantly milked it out of her.

"I have learned much in my time here in this world. In time, I may return. I shall do so with the most cordial of intent."

That chorus of frightful pleasure-screams only got louder when Snow and Jaine joined in. They poured out every drop they had, hosing down the floor, locked in a peak that seemed light it would never end. Their voices were so loud they even drowned out the splut splut of Quill's balls slapping against that plump mouse butt. Her belly was already swollen with the sheer amount of prespunk the xeno pumped into her. Yet, with a brief moan of his own, an imitated thing perhaps, Quill showed her she wasn't nearly done. There came a great thump of his sack pressing against her, pumping, clenching, jumping about with the pressure of churning up just one final load, one great exclamation point to finish his visit with a suitable bang. The eruptive SPLORCH soon had the mouse ballooning out with the volume of xeno cum inside her. She drooled it, she leaked it from her tits, she squirted it from her cock. Even that wasn't enough. Swiftly melting down from within, she went stark white and collapsed in on herself, melting and becoming part of the great spurt that poured across the entire room, flooding every little piece of technology, kicking up sparks in a swirl of chaos and destruction.

Quill revelled in the shared minds and sensations swirling through his body. Even he couldn't hold silent when he had so many inner moans rippling through his bulk. Every consciousness remained distinct, yet joined, connected inside him to delight in that final release together. Even the external drones felt it, dropping to their knees as if in worship, then falling flat on their faces as the communal pleasure overloaded what remained of their minds. They were overtaken by the tidal wave of pure cream washing over their bodies, sloshing them away, melting them down, absorbing them into the stream to rejoin Quill's body. He stood with his cock finally softening after unloading a gallon or more of cream, one made from each and every member of the research base alike. The cheetah sloshed to nothing, all sprawled out on the floor. Even the sleek black bulk of all that jackal couldn't withstand the force of that digestive spunk, sinking and smearing across the floor, washed away in all that steaming hot xenocream. Quill eventually appeared to sigh, his cock softening at last, his shoulders slumping. His body language was much more real by then, much more like the many creatures he'd eaten and absorbed. He stroked himself and admired the muscular heft of his prey-enhanced form. Every single one of them was there. Digested, yet alive, still in some form, some thought deep inside.

He'd learned so much from consuming their minds. They could remain as his pleasure-drones for a while. Wrapped up in cosmic ecstasy, eternally elated, feeling the best they possibly could be, knowing nothing else - it was as perfect a fate as any of them could ever hope. He strolled from the room and returned instead to the experiment chamber that was his point of arrival. Recreating the portal that brought him there was a simple matter for him, thanks to all the harvested information and intellect that came from his mass feeding. All those minds working as one, cloned and chattering inside him, happy to share their expertise, they made for pleasant company while the originals remained locked away, blank and blissful, their every moment of existence like heaven. Better than any spiritual place could have been, for certain. Quill returned to the portal with his new knowledge and stepped inside without any particular fanfare, returning to his home somewhere impossibly far away with the knowledge he had gained.

The base went silent and dormant, slowly breaking down in the weeks to come with no one there to maintain its inner workings. Eventually, an investigation team arrived. They breached the facility, heavily armed, masked up and protected from any possible hazardous contaminant. They stalked the halls in search of any possible sign of survivors, finding only ice and destruction. Eventually, they came across Ikan's private chamber. The whole place was oddly warm, compared to the rest of the base. Maybe sealing it properly had preserved its integrity. A great, dark stain had long since dried, leaving some sort of dark mark upon the metal floor. The squad leader called a halt to allow the hazard team to scan. What followed was a series of beeps and clicks from various devices, and plenty of muttering.

"Are you getting any readings on your fancy toys?"

"Nothing conclusive," said one of the scientists.

"Doesn't make any sense," said a soldier. "They just vanished."

"Are you getting this?" came the voice of another scientist.

"Getting what?"

"It's some sort of ... well, I'm not sure. It's everything."

"Probably a malfunction."

"Must be."

"This isn't getting us anywhere," grumbled the squad leader.

"Yeah," a soldier agreed. "We should just -"

"Hold up. Quiet!" shouted a researcher.

"What? What is it?" the leader barked. He didn't like being given orders.

"Shhh!"

The chatter finally died down so they could all perk their ears up. It was an unmistakable sound. Something was going drip drip drip, producing a small, violet puddle in the middle of the floor. Every set of eyes went to that growing mess at first, but eventually they all knew what they had to do. It was just that no one wanted to be the first. Slowly, carefully, one and then another craned their heads back to look up at what was above them. They'd found the science team after all.