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Tibri awoke suddenly; his fur matted to his body in a cold sweat as he sat there and breathed heavily. It was the most intense dream he had ever had, not to mention the most sexual, and he blushed slightly as he realized he still had a full tent under his bed covers. He quickly turned over to see if Aki happened to be the room still, but he realized with relief that his roommate had already left for the day. With a few deep breathes he brought down his needy erection and got out of his bed, a slight twinge underneath his tailhole started to make him wonder...

A few minutes later he was in the shower, but the water did little to slough the memory of that mysterious vaporous dragon that had pleasured him so thoroughly in his mind. Rivulets of hot water ran through his fur, and as he relaxed even further he found his tailhole start to tingle even more. It wasn't clenched by any means, and as he curiously slid a digit under his tail. It felt... slick, but not gross, like someone had covered it in... latex? The same feeling was around his buttock fur, the fur seemed to be a bit slicker around his tailhole. A tingle of pleasure ran up his spine as he teased himself, the strange sensation overwhelmed by it as he started to push a finger inside.

Tibri had to brace himself against the shower wall, his hand almost slipped against the wetness as he stuck it in further. He had never quite enjoyed pleasuring himself like this before, at least the few times he'd tried it, but this time... this time it felt most exquisite. A moan escaped his lips as the memories of the dream became more vivid than ever, his finger a poor substitute for the dragon's member. His own maleness started to slide free from his sheath; he fell to his knees as his other hand quickly moved to grab it.

The water that fell on the Siberian was long forgotten, save for the tingles when it hit his erection as he began to furiously pleasure himself. His tailhole yielded to him easier than it ever had before as he began to cram as many fingers as he could inside himself. That spurred his hips on to pump his cock both into the air and against his palm as the whole process became one fluid, sultry motion. Water splashed into his open mouth as he arched back, mouth agape at the sheer pleasure the normally mildly exciting act produced.

All too soon though he felt the thick ropes of his seed burst out of him as he let out a strangled growl. His back crashed against the side of the shower as his senses burned with the orgasm, which reduced him to the floor as he shot out an almost excessive amount of cum. After what seemed like forever his cock stopped its spasms and began to calm down as the tiger panted. He was glad he was in the shower, if he had done that in his bed it would have taken an excessive amount of cleaning to get the smell out before Aki returned. With a silly grin on his face he proceeded to stretch his rapidly unclenched muscles, the warm afterglow quickly filtered through his body as he started to use the shower water to clean the tiger cream off the steel wall.

But Tibri's euphoria was quickly pierced by fear as he noticed something strange about the liquid. Besides the fact he had nearly coated one of the shower stalls' wall with the stuff, there was some sort of dark streak in it. He feared he had literally busted a nut, but upon closer inspection it looked far too black to be blood. His next fear was infection, though it had been college since he had been with someone he knew that some diseases took a really long time to manifest. If he had contracted something, he thought bitterly, he would be the laughing stock of the whole ship.

Either way, he knew what he had to do. He wiped the rest of the stall clean as best he could, more black streaks became apparent to his dismay, and got as dry as he could as quick as he could. Once he managed to get dressed he made a beeline to the medical bay. Samson would know what to do...

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Meanwhile, Malachi sat in the microbiology lab while he carefully pushed samples from the dead planet into the sealed containment chamber. The lizardman tried to be as careful as possible, but in his bulky environmental suit it was nearly impossible to put the minute samples into the labeled storage vials. Especially since he still had to use the containment hood's gloves that were connected to the safety glass of one side, which meant he had two layers of tight material around his hands. He had been in it for the last 10 hours, and only after 2 hours of sleep between this and his 16 hour stretch down in the catacombs. What he needed was a shower, the stink inside his suit started to make him sick.

The hiss of the containment chamber signaled the entry of another person into the clean room. "Johnny... you are almost an hour early, go back and get something to eat already." He took a second to look over at the gold eagle, but all he could see was the bulky environmental suit that he wore. Damnit, he thought to himself as he turned back to his work, you would think with the advances we've made they could invent a slightly more streamlined suit then this.

After about a minute of continued work he realized that John had not responded to him nor had left the containment chamber. With his arms currently locked inside fume hood gloves he couldn't turn his head around enough to see what the hell he was doing, but after a little looking he realized he could see behind him through the reflection on the stainless steel of the hood. What he saw startled him; the figure in the suit had gotten almost directly behind him and rubbed his groin in an extremely lewd matter. He wasn't sure what was going on, but Mal could feel something was definitely not right.

"Damn it John, now is not the time to start something like this." He said angrily as he tried to get out of the gloves to face him. As he tried to pull away, however, he found the safety locks had been engaged, which effectively sealed his hands into the hood. He thrashed around to try and wiggle free, but the whole thing was designed to keep him in place so he didn't slip out, and it was doing a very good job of it. Once Mal realized he was thoroughly stuck he grabbed the emergency release lever, which would eject the hood gloves, but as he pulled on it he found it to be jammed shut. "Argh, what the hell?"

"I disabled it." A deep, growling voice said through his comlink. "And don't bother calling for anyone, I disabled that too." Mal could feel his insides turn to ice as he heard the voice, which sounded familiar yet completely alien. Thoughts on who possessed such a voice were quickly sidelined by his wonder of why anyone would want to trap him. His latter question could be easily deduced as through the reflection the trapped lizardman could see a bulge form in its containment suit. Despite the immense fear, in the back of his mind he was impressed his prick was big enough to stretch out the suit like that.

"Please don't do anything to me." Mal whimpered as he tried once more to get free of the hood. "I'm just a researcher; if you're some sort of alien then the Captain is the one you want if you want to take over the ship." He bit his lip to keep the tears back as the mysterious figure stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist. The bulge he had noticed before grinded against where his tailhole was; the lizard tried desperately to cover it with his tail but the massive tool and restricting suit hampered his efforts. Where were the alarms, he wondered, the sensors that were supposed to pick up on alien invaders? Was he really going to die in a smelly environment suit?

After a brief period where the creature grinded against him slowly, he finally heard a low chuckle over the commlink. "I'm not here for the ship." It said tauntingly as its gloved hands rubbed against Mal's suit. "Though that will be an added bonus. I want the crew, starting with you. Don't worry, you'll see soon enough. You will all see the true gift I will give you."

I'm dead... Mal thought in horror. I'm dead and this alien is going to use me for food or organs or put his children in me where they will use me for food or organs. His worst suspicions seemed to come true as he heard a loud ripping sound, the creature had moved back while its nearly foot-long cock broke free from its prison. Much to the lizardman's surprise and terror, besides the fact it was nearly two feet long and covered in smaller tendrils, it also seemed to be prehensile and almost snake-like as it writhed and bared its fangs in the open air. You've got to be fucking me! He screamed out in his mind as it ripped away a large hole in his environmental suit; apparently that was its thought as well as he could feel it press against his tailhole.

Mal had never been with another male before, never used anything to pleasure himself there, or even used his finger out of curiosity. So when that massive prick's head shoved itself under his tail, his entire body wracked with pain. He screamed out, the noise muffled through the suit as more of the huge member was stuffed quickly into his body. For a second he thought he was going to rip in half as the creature unrelentingly slid inch after inch, until after what seemed like an eternity he felt something warm settle against his spread buttocks. As the creature stopped his assault and the pain quickly began to subside he made the sickening realization that it was the creature's groin against him, all two feet of his length crammed into his bowels.

"S-so that's it then." Mal managed to say as he tried not to move, mustering up what little courage he had. "You're just here to rape all of AH!" He gasped as he could feel the smaller tendrils begin to move, especially around his prostrate as his own cock suddenly hardened unwontedly. The alien grunted and began to rock his hips, the trapped lizard unable to do anything but ride the whole thing out. Once more he whimpered, this time not out of fear but at the forced pleasure that he started to enjoy more and more despite himself.

"You think you're all so mighty and powerful..." The creature hissed lowly to him as he pushed in and out of his captive as slow as he could, just to make it last longer. "Able to do whatever you want because you possess 'superior intellect'. Well guess what, you are all just slaves to your desires. Yes... you are all slaves; all you lacked was proper masters. That lacking will soon come to an end, with your help."

Mal was unable to reply, unable to do anything but grit his teeth and try not to feel anything as the alien member continued to violate him. Unfortunately once the pain quickly eased it did start to feel good, he bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud. The way the slick length caressed his insides, the smaller tendrils thoroughly tickled his prostrate. The warmth of the pleasure felt so good... but as he found himself with his hips bucked against the alien a piece of his mind screamed out at how wrong it all was. But even as his inner voice shouted out, it quickly became muted by the increased alien presence in his mind that told him to just give in to the bliss.

After a while time became meaningless to the lizardman, all his world comprised of was the steady thrusts in an out of his tailhole and the extreme pleasure he got from it. His initial revulsion had long since passed; the only thing he cared about now was how hard he could jam his hips backwards to get more of that giant wriggling mass inside him. All too soon though he could feel the alien's arms, still wrapped tightly around him, tense up, which signaled his imminent climax.

The two growled loudly in unison as the alien gave one last powerful thrust, the containment hood's safety glass cracked from the force as Mal could feel the alien's cool seed invade his bowels. His own hot seed could be felt as well as it ran from his erupting member down his suit, his body shook violently from their twin orgasms. His unseen captor never moved, and as his body began to sag he snapped out of his lustful haze he realized it had been cumming in him for a full minute.

Mal's euphoria quickly dwindled as he came to the realization he was still trapped, and the strange liquid continued to pump into him. He could feel his scaled skin stretch slightly as his stomach began to bulge out, an extremely bloated feeling as his struggles began anew. There was no escape though, with the alien's death grip, his arms in restraints, and his body weakened by orgasm he didn't stand a chance. Oh Gods, he thought as his fear returned with a vengeance, it is impregnating me! I should have known I wouldn't be lucky enough for just rape!

"Help, someone!" He screamed, though he knew no one could hear him. His stomach quickly continued to fill out as the alien cum continued to fill him, his body stretched to already impossible limits. "Please! I don't want to-" his last words turned into a gargle as his throat bulged outward and a thick spray of a viscous blue material erupted out of his mouth into his helmet. The lizardman's member also began to bulge as he suddenly felt an unexpected climax ripple through his body, only instead of his usual hot seed the same cool liquid as the alien's spunk shot into his suit. There was no pain, only the intense feeling of near-constant orgasm and fullness as the blue opaque liquid continued to flow out of his mouth and penis.

As Mal continued to thrash, the mysterious creature slowly withdrew his still-pumping member out of his tailhole. Once it had fully retracted, the large snake-cock stopped and pulled out of the suit, where it spit one last glob of the blue goo onto the hole. The alien seed quickly hardened, which effectively sealed the suit completely. When it finished the alien let go of the creature in front of him and took a step back to admire his handiwork.

Despite the alien's appendage out of him, Mal's mouth and cock continued to spit out the alien liquid. His mind was almost completely gone, shut down from the overload of orgasmic bliss and the strange sensations he felt. If he could see himself he'd realize his belly hadn't gone down an inch since the climax began, in fact the rest of his now blue-scaled body seemed to fill out as the liquid continued to pour out of him. In the very back of his dwindled mind he was scared, as the alien cum began to push out of his tailhole he realized the fluid had nowhere to go. He could feel it around his knees already, as more of it began to run out of his nose and eyes. The worst part, the last vestiges of his rational mind surmised, was as the fluid rose up around his waist; his body began to go completely numb, as if he had lost control of it...

The creature in the other environmental suit continued to watch as the containment suit he had violated began to swell out, as though it was filled slowly with a water hose. It could hear the last garbled cries of the former lizardman as the alien fluid overtook him, watched as the movement of the suit quickly dwindled. It quickly moved over to hood to see his face, watched as the blue-streaked, scared face of the lizard disappeared in a pool of dark blue. When it was gone, the creature pulled a lever and the suit fell to the floor with a giant sloshing sound, and then wordlessly left the clean room without a second glance.

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Tibri waited patiently in the ship's medical bay for Samson, the handsome fox, to come in from his office. He tried not to sound too worried or upset about it, but inside his stomach churned. Samson was one of the best doctors on the fleet, and as the Silvercobra could also use his skill in anatomy and autopsy he was quickly snatched up by Captain Tobias. Therefore he knew he was in good hands when he signed up for an appointment from him.

"Hey Tibri." He suddenly heard behind him. The Siberian quickly turned around and stood up to face him, his nervousness intensified. The fox had his chart and looked over it before he regarded him with a warm smile. "So what seems to be the trouble? Still under the effects of transporter vertigo?"

The tiger shook his head as Samson led him over to the stainless steel examination table. "I don't know doctor..." he started to feel a bit nervous as he started to undo his clothes, "I felt fine this morning, better then fine really, but then in the shower... I..." Another wave of unease washed over him as he had to explain his shower exploits, and the strange blackness that was mixed in with his seed. The doctor, with his professionalism, kept a very calm attitude as he instructed Tibri to hop up after he was thoroughly naked.

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Samson replied as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves and mask. While he was sure there was nothing contagious about the tiger, the biohazard alarms would have long tripped if there was, and ship protocol dictated he keep himself as sterilized as possible. "If anything it may just be a latent radiation on the planet's surface, in fact Panzer came in yesterday complaining of aching joints and all he needed was a mild sedative."

While radiation poisoning seemed like an unpleasant prospect, it was certainly more preferred then anything far more life-threatening. "So what do I do then?" He asked, his body relaxed more in relief as he lied there and stared at the bright examination light. "You just give me some pills or an injection or something and I'll feel better?"

"It'll take a little more time to figure out the exact course of treatment, but probably a series of pills." The fox replied as he took one last look at the naked tiger before his diagnosis. He was glad he couldn't see him, the small smile on his face as his hands began to examine near the tiger's groin. While he was all business, Samson couldn't help but admire all the fine males that were on his table sometimes. He would never jeopardize his job over it, but stealing a quick glance over his patient's fine athletic body was a highly-appreciated perk. Not to mention the tiger was one of his favorites, he always had the nervous anxiety of someone who wanted to act on similar urges as his own but too afraid too...

Tibri let out a small gasp as the doctor felt around his sheath, his maleness instantly reacted to the stimulation and began to fill out. Samson smile widened even more as he saw the tiger react, as well as the subsequent embarrassment he showed. It was so cute how the new recruits would get all shy and embarrassed around the rest of the crew, before they became so much like family that one guy could masturbate in front of the others and they wouldn't care.

"Relax Tibri, you're not the first person to react like that." Samson said with the chuckle. "Stimulation, even from clinical examination, can cause males to become aroused. Frankly I'd be more worried if I got no reaction whatsoever. Anyway, I don't seem to see anything unusual on your sheath except for some discoloration on your fur."

"Discoloration?" Tibri looked up slightly, worried. "You mean near my legs?"

"Yeah, just some black fur where your white fur would be, mainly around the groin." Samson replied calmly. "Nothing serious at all, though I can take a few samples if you'd like, especially with the strange texture... I'll just make sure your testicles and penis are fine, take a sample of blood and semen, and then you're free to go."

The doctor's words did calm him down a little; the tide of embarrassment abated as he felt the latex fingers against his groin. His flesh was so sensitive down there though; his shaft was as hard as a steel rod and throbbed against the doctor's hand as he looked up and down its slightly barbed length. It felt so nice, his mind wandered a bit in a slightly more lustful direction before he was able to steer his mind out of the gutter. He took a deep breath and focused on the lights as he mentally ticked off the seconds before the exam was finished. Just when he thought it would be a routine process, however, he suddenly felt his muscles tense as a bit of cum spurted out from his member.

"Doctor, I'm so sorry..." Tibri sputtered as he struggled to get himself upright. His embarrassment was hot against his skin as he continued to apologize to the fox, who had seemed to have fallen back from surprise. As he reached down to help him, however, he noticed with horror his black stained seed was splattered against the white latex surgical mask. "Oh Gods! Samson, I-"

"Tibri, I need you." The fox replied, his clinical tone replaced with an extremely seductive one that Tibri had never heard before from him. "I want you so badly..." To say that he was shocked was an understatement, and as Samson slowly stood up he noticed a funny, almost glazed look in his eyes. He wondered for a second if perhaps this was some sort of joke, that a hidden camera filmed his reaction.

As the fox placed a hand on the tiger's inner thigh he was so startled by the contact he scooted back and fell off the examination table. He landed on the ceramic floor hard on his back, which knocked the wind out of his lungs. After a few seconds he managed to roll on his side, while Samson had moved around and started to help him up while he apologized profusely.

"I'm so sorry Tibri!" He almost stammered as he got the tiger to his feet, which as soon as he realized who helped him immediately wrenched out of his grip and took a step back. "I don't know what came over me. I must have lost my head for a second, I can't apologize enough. That was extremely unprofessional."

"You think!?" Tibri yelled back as he backed himself away from Samson some more while he kept his eyes on him the whole time. "What the hell man?!"

"I don't know!" Samson almost sobbed as he turned away in embarrassment. "I was just examining you, and as I was you began to moan and shift around slightly. I was going to back away and end it right there, but you looked at me and told me to continue... so I did. Damn it all, I knew I should have stopped, why I didn't..."

"Wait, I told you to keep going?" Tibri asked, slightly confused. He didn't remember anything about a conversation with him, and certainly didn't remember that he told him to... do that to him. The tiger stopped his retreat, but was no less concerned about what happened, especially as the fox broke into actual tears. "Look, Samson, something is going on here... I think it may be related to what happened to me in the shower." Tibri grew slightly frustrated as it seemed Samson was in the middle of a complete breakdown, and while he understood that something like this could end his career on the Silvercobra he needed his medical knowledge to figure out what happened. "Samson, stop crying and listen! We need to-"

Tibri stopped in midsentence as the fox almost immediately stopped crying mid-sob and turned up to look at him intently. It wasn't so much the action either but the quickness, and then he looked at him with that same look he had seen before he fell off the table. "Uh... you feeling alright?" He asked tentatively; he didn't want to step any closer in case the fox came down with another attack of horniness and tried to molest him again.

"Of course I feel fine." The fox replied in a disturbingly even tone. "You told me to listen so now I'm listening. What do you need?"

"Um..." The tiger was dumbfounded, all he knew was something extremely weird has happened and he needed to get to the bottom of it before they were both in trouble. As he mulled over the fox's words, a strange thought occurred to him. If he did that order, perhaps he'll do something else? "Samson, jump on one foot."

Almost immediately the fox began to jump up and down on one foot, Tibri blushed slightly as he could plainly see the tent in his pants as he did so. Another, even stranger thought came to him as he watched the display. He was willing to do something mildly embarrassing, but what about something that most people would say no too? The tiger nodded slightly to himself, he knew at the very least if he said no to his next demand that it may all be a joke after all.

"Samson, stop jumping and take off your clothes." Tibri ordered, arms crossed as he sat down on one of the examination table with a smirk. No way would he do it, he thought to himself, especially not after what happened before. The trouble he was worried about before would stop him, he wouldn't risk his career on this. Then once this spectacle was over, they could figure out what was wrong with him...

Tibri's jaw almost dropped as Samson began to undo his pants, and then proceeded to slide them off in an extremely seductive way. The tiger couldn't believe his eyes, unable to do anything but watch the erotic stripping as the fox kicked off the pants and went up to unbutton his shirt. A sly, lustful smile was on his face the whole time as the shirt went the same way as his pants, the fox's lithe body almost completely exposed aside from a pair of boxers with a wet spot on the front, as well as the mask and gloves he strangely decided to keep on as well.

Just as Samson began to hook his fingers into his waistband, Tibri quickly told him to stop. The fox complied instantly; his hands fell to his sides and he stared at him. The young tiger didn't know what to do; it seemed he had complete control over him for the time being. It was admittedly a rather powerful rush, not to mention extremely arousing after the little show he was given. His own erection began to throb almost painfully, which was rock hard and jutted proudly out of his sheath.

"Come here and let me take those off for you." The words came out of Tibri's mouth before he even realized it. As Samson smiled and walked over to him, and as he did so he felt warmth that emanated throughout his body. It was a strange feeling, but as the fox wrapped his arms around him that warmth turned into pleasure. His hands moved down and slowly pulled off the boxers, the fox's rather impressive length pushed against his hips as he dropped them to the floor. He could hear a low growl, and was rather surprised when he realized it came from him.

There was something about the fox, with those needy brown eyes as they looked up at him, that caused him to feel... funny. A voice in the back of his head reminded him the doctor had tried to molest him only a few minutes ago and now he had the same doctor in his arms. It was a rather disturbing thought, even moreso that he didn't seem all that bothered by it. He suddenly became aware that he was fully aroused as the fox idly stroked it with his gloved hand.

"Come on now..." Tibri growled lustfully, "you know you can pleasure me better than that." In the back of his mind he balked at his own actions, but before he could wonder any further the fox grabbed his hard erection and engulfed it into his maw. He hadn't even taken off his mask; the warm latex seemed to press against every inch of his extremely sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped his lips as he arched back on the table and put his paws against Samson's head while the fox's tongue expertly liked across his sensitive flesh. The pleasure was intoxicating and it wasn't long under Samson's skillful ministrations before Tibri climaxed hard, he pulled the fox's head in against his groin as his body spasmed around him.

After what felt like forever his muscles relaxed and he released the death clamp he had on Samson's head. Slowly he untwined from him as the realization of what he had done settled on him. Sex with other shipmates, especially male shipmates, was extremely frowned upon. He also hadn't figured out why Samson acted so strangely, or himself for that matter. What had possessed them to do such a thing? A shocked gasp escaped him, what if Samson had caught whatever he had?

"That's very true, in a way." A deep, seductive voice said. which caused Tibri to spin around. There in the doorway was what looked like a black dragon that leaned against the open doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. The tiger tried to say something, but just stared at him as the alien creature moved closer to them. There was a hint of familiarity to him though, something he couldn't quite place it though...

As the dragon moved closer Tibri noticed a distinct shine on his scales, like the creature's skin was actually some sort of latex. It became even more apparent when he grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him, his rubbery tongue seemed to become tendrils and wrap completely around his. Despite the extreme awkwardness it actually felt... rather nice, like he had just embraced someone he was deeply connected too.

After quite a bit of making out and a few playful gropes, the dragon pulled back with a smile. "Mmmm, gets better every time. Though I have to say our first encounter was extremely enjoyable." Tibri's mouth opened in a gasp as he realized it was the dragon from his dreams made corporeal, a body of black latex instead of white smoke. But if the apparition from his dream was real, how much else of his dream was true too? Was it even a dream?

"Heh, I see you finally placed me." The dragon continued with a smile. "I was a bit hurt you didn't recognize me right away. Of course, I was behind you for most of the time." A soft growl escaped from his lips as he seemed to reminisce about it. "Mmmm, we do have to do that again sometime, though there are more pressing matters at the moment, like your unfinished business here."

"Wait wait wait, hold on here a second!" Tibri shouted as he put his hands on the dragon's chest and pushed him away slightly. "I want to know what's going on here! What did you do to me in that lab? I'm horny all the time, my cum is funny colors, and I had Samson pleasure me after he tried to rape me! I spurred him on to it even, and I'm never like that! Now some alien dragon from my dream is telling me I have other things that I 'have' to do? I'm not doing anything until I get some answers!"

The dragon sighed and crossed his scaly arms, "alright, how about this. You finish what you started here, and then I'll fill you in on everything that's going on, ok? If you don't hurry soon, then bad things are going to happen to your friend." Tibri gave him a questioning look, and the dragon grabbed him by the sides of the head and pointed him down to where Samson was on the ground.

The fox looked like he was in bad shape; the latex surgical mask had somehow covered his entire face and sucked into his mouth, ears, and nose. His hands were also coated up to his elbow as he clutched his head, silently screaming as he writhed on the floor. Tibri immediately slid down and held onto him to try and stop the convulsions, and as soon as they made contact Samson calmed down. The tiger involuntarily scooped him up and petted his latex head to comfort him. He tried to tell him it would be alright, but with the latex in the fox's ears he wasn't sure he could even hear him.

"You know what you need to do Tibri." The dragon said as he sat up on the examination table. "You have all the knowledge inside of you, just trust those feelings and you'll be fine. But if you don't finish what you started soon you'll both be lost." Tibri nodded, though he wasn't sure why, and looked down at the fox again. Samson seemed to realize and turned his head up to face him, the white latex where his eyes would be seemed to meet his gaze. There were no words uttered, but the two seemed to understand one another just fine as the fox stumbled to his feet and got on all fours.

Tibri once more felt that haze of lust overwhelm him, his member never softening from his last climax as a bit of blackened pre seeped out of it. The color didn't concern the tiger anymore though, all his mind was focused on was the pink pucker in front of him as he scooted himself forward on the cold steel floor. His crotch pressed against the eager fox as he ran his hands through his red fur. The tiger's lips curled into a smile as he rubbed all over him, the fox's body quivered everywhere and he loved it. He knew in the essence of his being that he owned that body now; it was his to do with what he pleased. The mere thought caused a jolt of pleasure rush through his body that shot straight to his cock and made it throb even harder. He knew he had to take this fox, and that became his only thought as his tool slid inside his new toy...

The dragon watched intently as the tiger lost himself completely, his eyes took a black, shiny sheen to them as he quickly pushed himself into the fox. His own sheath began to stir once more, and as he idly stroked himself he got up and moved around the two coupling. Now was the time for him to get involved, as much as he liked to take the tiger while in his first Joining, he had to make sure he received the proper direction. He slowly put his hands on the tiger's head; his own purple eyes took on the same black sheen as he connected to him, instantly awash in the ecstasy he was feeling as he began to give him subconscious direction...

Tibri let out a snarl as he felt something worm in through his furious mating. He tried to resist it, tried to push it away while still focused on the pleasure in front of him, but as he split his focus he found his mind had begun to clear. As the veil of lust cleared, he was able to see the dragon next to him with his hands on his head. He was whispering something, though it was so low he couldn't understand it, especially as he had not stopped his sex with Samson despite his revelation. His walls felt so good against his member though, and the fox had begun to thrust his hips back in order for the tiger to get even deeper inside of him. He also realized his tail had curled up against Samson's dripping tool to reciprocate the sensation around his.

Despite the awkwardness of the dragon being there, it didn't do much to slake their passionate thrusts. Their moans and growls quickly became whines and snarls as Tibri dug his fingers into Samson's fur as he could feel his muscles tense for impending release. They reached climax almost simultaneously, Tibri first as his member jammed into the doctor's prostrate, which caused him to release as well. When they finished, their exhausted forms collapsed onto the floor, both panted heavily as their vision began to fade to black...

"I don't think so." The dragon's voice said as Tibri felt himself get yanked up and away, which quickly cleared his senses. He let out a small yelp as his softening member popped out of Samson's loosened tailhole. The dragon had him by the scruff of his neck as he lifted him up with surprising strength and turned him so they were face to face. What creeped out the tiger more than being manhandled with such ease was the dragon's completely black eyes. For what seemed like an eternity there was silence, though the young Siberian felt the intensity of the dragon's scrutiny.

Finally he was lowered to the floor, the dragon's eyes once more turned to the deep purple he had remembered before. "It seems that everything took just fine." He said with a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods, if we had lost you, it would have been all over. Your progression is going along very smoothly, though a bit slow for my tastes."

"Wait, what?" Tibri said, confused. "Alright, you need to tell me what the hell is going on here? I don't even know what you are; you were an entity in one of my dreams not more than a few hours ago. What kind of alien are you? What's happening to me? What happened to Samson?"

"Calm yourself." The dragon replied as he put a hand on Tibri's head, which caused his features to slacken as he relaxed. "I told you I would explain everything, and I'll keep to my word. First things first, my name is Zar'diran, and I was the last surviving member of my kind. We were called the Anarki, a race of beings not unlike those of your crew, except we have a... symbiotic organism attached to us. We're not sure who came first, the symbiotes or the 'hosts' they were attached too, but it was a harmonious relationship. The hosts would enjoy an almost eternal lifespan, enhancements to all your abilities and talents, special powers, and in turn the symbiotic organisms would be able to experience the tactile sensations of the hosts."

"So you had a symbiotic relationship with an organism that otherwise couldn't experience any tactile sensations." Tibri reiterated. "But who was in control then?"

"Well, it would be the host for the most part." Zar'dirin explained. "Though the symbiote could direct their hosts if they had immediate needs for survival. In fact, if a host isn't strong enough to be the dominate personality you'd get what's called a 'feral', where the creature is dominated only with the basest instincts. That's what I was most worried about you, that you would be overwhelmed when you took your first Pet and lose yourself."

It took a few seconds to digest, but soon Tibri shot up with a look of realization, then horror. "If I was overwhelmed... I have one of those... things inside me? Oh God, I infected Samson too, didn't I? How did this happen? The ship's detectors..."

"Don't talk about it like it's a disease." Zar'dirin growled slightly. "You have been given a wonderful gift from a nearly extinct race. You are the last Anarki Master, or will be soon enough. Your needs are already starting to be ingrained into your basic needs, as you can see here. Through your needs you've decided to pass your gift onto your friend here."

"I didn't ask for this gift." Tibri growled back. "I don't want to be a 'Master' or have 'Pets' or have anything like that. All I wanted was to research a dead culture and maybe write a couple of research papers! And you still didn't tell me how you managed to give me this 'gift'! And how the hell did you get here?"

Zar'dirin just sighed and rubbed his horns. "Ok, I'm going to give you the short version, at least as short as I can make it without making your head explode and with Aran's knowledge. Even then, you're probably going to have more questions than answers. When you took a sample of my... 'essence' from the dragon statue's maw, you then fell, I assume from said mouth, and cracked the seal on your sample jar. It wasn't enough to escape, but enough that when you used your molecular teleportation unit I was able to infuse a bit of my essence into your molecules. We had a bit of psychic energy exchange too... which was how you saw me as the rest of my 'body' escape from your frozen storage facility, as well as my spirit when I led you to the lab so I could use your bio-organic polymers to help reconstitute myself using Aran's body as a host."

"And... what happened to Aran?" Tibri replied. Zar'dirin gave him a small smile, a sly grin that gave the tiger a chill down his spine. "But... I thought you said that symbiotes don't take over hosts personalities."

"I'm... a bit of an anomaly." The dragon said, this time with a hint of sadness. "When our planet was devastated, I managed to survive, but only just. I crawled up into the dragon's statue to hide and tend my wounds until help came. But help never came, and my symbiotic relationship could only sustain us for so long. In the end... I gave up my host body in order to conserve energy, and my personality and Master abilities somehow grafted itself into the black sludge you saw that day. The personality I used to overtake dear Aran, and my Master abilities I gave to you because I'm unable to make Pets, like your dear fox friend you've taken quite a shining too."

Tibri was about to question him, until he looked down and realized that Samson had somehow found his way into the tiger's arms. Even weirder still was that his paws absentmindedly stroked almost lovingly through his fox's fur. As he became aware that the fur under his paws, which had turned completely jet black where his white fur was and white where he was normally a fiery orange, had more of a latex feel then natural fur as he was being gently nuzzled by the fox's cool, slick muzzle. It was a wonderful sensation; he had to admit, though it was still admittedly awkward.

"Before you ask, your Pet's personality is still completely intact, as you wished it. The only things that are different are the affection towards you that you're currently enjoying, as well as a fierce loyalty to you as his Master. You also gain some nifty benefits the more Pets you have, but we can explain that later. For right now you'll have to settle for the two Pets you have."

"Two pets?" Tibri replied. "I... I haven't had sex with anyone but Samson."

"Oh, I beg to differ." Zar'dirin replied with a lustful smile. "I'm still technically an Anarki, even if I had to give up my Master status to you. And since I gave it to you, that means you're my Master. And..." the dragon opened his legs to reveal his throbbing latex member, "I was wondering if perhaps my Master will allow me some reprieve with his new pet?"