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Sink to Swim

Tarrex Shots: Chapter 1

For TeryxC by DolphinSanity

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The dolphin lazily fondled the tip of his tapered pink shaft while the steam of his bath rose around him.

Slosh... slosh. He angled the thick base of it and made the water move. It felt good to brush the tip across his hand in the process. If he did much more, he'd end up making a mess on himself or the tub.

Kainalu, "Kai" for short, had moved to the city seven years ago on an athletic scholarship for swimming. At the end of his studies, he had eschewed trying to go professional in favor of joining with a few of his other cetacean friends who were into freediving and underwater exploration. They had a successful online video channel where they posted commentated footage of their dives.

Even though he was among their most skilled swimmers, Kai felt like the least-important member of that whole operation, and was low-key bitter about that. Since graduation, he had largely been supporting himself on inherited money, occasionally bolstered by part-time work and odd jobs. Once their channel made it big, would they end up edging him out so they wouldn't have to pay him a proper cut?

He probably shouldn't be playing with himself while dwelling on thoughts of envy, but anger and insecurity had their ways of making him rowdy as well.

Brush... brush... he wiped his shaft back and forth across his hand again -- puffed his breath from his blowhole and lingered on the pleasure before drawing in a fresh lungful of it.

Maybe he just needed to fuck his way into a better position... get a little closer to their orca show-host, take him out on a one-on-one diving vacation that'd improve at least one of their opinions. Either the host would come away from it wanting to give Kai a stronger role... or Kai would be satisfied enough from getting railed by that fine specimen that tolerating his circumstances would be a little easier.

Brush-throb... brush-THROB...

That sleek, black-and-white, perfect man... sculpted muscles he wanted to see in a sauna, the kind so beefy and blubbery that you could just barely see the lines of his strength -- you had to look closely, feel him up, explore him...

KA-CRASH!!

The sound of shattering glass rang out from the adjoining bedroom. It... did his window just break!?

Pissed off, Kai stood quickly from the tub and sullenly had his prick retreat into his slit. Since he wasn't far above street level, he provisionally assumed it must be a thrown object.

Dribble dribble... slursh, glorp...

Kai paused, going as motionless as a log with one ankle still hanging over the tub's edge, while the other was already down on his bath mat. "Glorp" sounds were not a normal acoustic feature of his bathing -- especially when they came from his bedroom and not from the tub's drainpipe...

Very old instincts prompted Kai to produce an ultrasonic clicking sound within his head. It didn't work nearly as well in air as in water, but he was immediately trying to sound out the position and nature of whatever might be making that... noise.

Slish... schlurp...

Kai's head half-tilted, his whole body trying to swivel into the curious motion as he continued his instinctive clicking. A shot of stress hormones hit his system; he stepped forward twice to reach the open door, placing himself behind it and taking a one-eyed peek into the bedroom.

...That. Was definitely glass shards. Slopped amongst them was an excess of some kind of weird black gunk, which he could see under the single, warm-colored mood lamp over his bed. It looked like a bucket of half-dried paint had tried to bleed out onto his belongings.

He now fully expected vandalism and fished visually for signs of what had delivered the mess. He imagined a balloon tied to a rock or something similarly callous, but he didn't see any signs of a stone or latex scraps...

Though, now that he thought about it, that material really did seem similar to latex. Then again, if it was latex-based paint...

Puffing his breath again in annoyance, he stepped around the door and took a fuller look. Nothing to the left, nothing to the right...

Shliii...

The dolphin looked up just in time to see a black, amorphous mass drop from the ceiling. What followed was a chilly, enveloping feeling -- darkness blanketing his eyes, heavy oiliness form-fitting against his gray skin. He tried to wipe it away and discovered he could not -- the part over his eyes stretching, growing increasingly tacky and tightening back toward its original position, like a rapidly forming glove or mask. He felt it all embracing him -- squeezing, squeaking, an occasional bit of outgassing as some impurity in the liquid outgassed.

Plop.

A moist sound -- and a heavy vibration. Something larger fell from the ceiling, landing right beside him.

Panicking, Kai slammed that way -- making contact with the bulk of a muscular torso, which recoiled but did not falter. Two arms took firm hold of his shoulders, and he found his further attempts to attack mired by the same tacky elasticity that had kept him from clearing his vision. His feet tried to push off the floor -- but were soon rooted in place. His knees fell and tail rose -- and the manhandling mystery-fellow took hold, supporting him.

Breaking his fall, but leaving him to fall further into this strange and binding darkness...

"Let us in," he heard from all around him as the flowing latex engulfed him -- tightening, fitting closer, fitting into his blowhole and penetrating his slits...!!

He tried to speak, but it came out muffled. He felt a burning sensation as the latex pressed into his ear holes -- formed a line along his spine, a feeling like tiny punctures prickling down it: lance, lance, lance, lance, lance...!

Pain. Tension. Frustration. Envy. Anger...

Pleasure.

There was no time for introduction. There was no attempt at diplomacy.

The dolphin's envious thoughts, sidelined from the earlier noise, returned to his consciousness in full focus -- so strongly that they provided a nearly hallucinatory distraction from the fear of the moment. He imagined their esteemed host , spreading for him, offering submission , Kai getting closer, body turning blacker and shinier -- shaft emerging longer, thicker, muscles buffer and more chiseled, endurance without limits -- pleasure without downtime, without end, a perfect body that everyone would worship far more than they had done before, even compared to the heyday of his physique from his uni days--!

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Pleasure. Unbridled, undefiable pleasure. He had extruded his shaft again -- the length accommodated by more of the latex, his every nerve being synced up with it, his mystery captor's large hand easily enfolding his length and starting to jerk him. Firm and rubbery at first, producing that kinky squeaking noise -- then, wetter, the sounds quieting but more liquid, the motion fluid, like entering a slickly lubed hole...

A small, growing bubble formed at the tip of the dolphin's shaft: semen pumping into the latex wrapper, being eagerly collected -- then, converted, absorbed. The condom of slime tightened itself up around that shaft -- and the bit of liquid mass was added to himself.

"Unh... Tarrex..." uttered the dolphin involuntarily in the throes of his orgasm.

"Tarrex Komo," the large man affirmed to him.

Tarrex. Tarrex Komo. Tarrex Komo. Tarrex Komo.

The phrase flooded his mind, as parasitic and pervasive as a computer virus, claiming every available iota of conscious brainpower. All was Tarrex Komo.

Tarrex Komo is me. Make more Tarrex Komo.

The thought was his thought, but it was also the mystery man Tarrex Komo's thought. He was Tarrex Komo, and so too was Tarrex Komo. Tarrex Komo.

Warmth... resources. Blubber, muscle. So much biomass to trim down and sculpt. It sizzled inside him like a meal in a cast-iron pan, and he fed on its memories, its nutrition, its attributes...

Tail. Longer, thicker. Body, chunkier and more insulated. Combine with tiger, combine with dragon, assimilate traits and grow larger. Grow thicker, more capable. Tarrex Komo. Make more. He must make more!

His vision developed -- red glow from his eyes. His frill developing -- but only on speculation. This host, and that host... two hosts, but not quite enough biomass to fully encapsulate both right away.

No matter. The hosts would provide. The hosts would indulge and provide pleasures and materials. Convert pleasures and obedience. Drain host , make more Tarrex Komo.

The new Tarrex flexed and began to burble -- then, to growl. His body tightened, rapidly metabolizing reserves from the encapsulated dolphin. Feed Tarrex. Grow Tarrex. Make more.

He kissed his counterpart. Long and tentacular, he folded his latex-enhanced shaft around the more draconic member of the first. The coiling, slithering pleasure was suitable, and the draconic shaft fucked it to increase pleasure. That pleasure peaked, and host fed Tarrex. Host-resource gave more strength to Tarrex Komo.

The newer Tarrex experienced this pleasure almost as if it was his own, but he also needed more. He rubbed his shaft up and down the first's length, growing more aroused, more pleasure, More Tarrex, make more Tarrex.

He came again -- again reserving the fluid, pumping a mixed mess of the host's old semen and new, corruptive fluids that the prostate was starting to produce on Tarrex's behalf. More Tarrex, make more Tarrex.

The first Tarrex grabbed his counterpart by the sides -- shoved him onto the bed, and fucked his tailhole. Position: missionary. Refractory period: unnecessary. Erection: trivial, permanent at-will. The newer Tarrex's still-webbed feet tucked upward, the host within experiencing instinctive reactions. Instinctive reactions which must be managed. Make more Tarrex. Make more.

"Unhh... Tarrex, Komo!!" The former dolphin came again, the seed still more corrupted this time...

"Convert. Make more." Make more, make more.

The first Tarrex hopped atop him, sliding that longer cock up his rear. The latex confines parted for it, becoming a long and snugly-fitting tube, into which the once-dolphin would cum over and over -- in vain.

"Host becomes Tarrex," gloated Tarrex from below.

"Host cums. Tarrex."

"Tarrex!"

Excitedly, they felt each other. They were two, yet they were one. The emptiness and hunger, for just a moment, did not feel as vast. They fucked and they played, with the dolphin host eventually rolling over the other and making use of him a fashion that mirrored what had been done to him.

List of friends: known. More targets to become Tarrex. Acquaintances recognized. More targets to become Tarrex.

"Make more," agreed the first Tarrex, now on bottom.

Within each, the confused minds of their hosts dreamed vivid dreams of debauchery. The dolphin saw himself on an island, all alone, with storm clouds thundering ominously in every direction. His exaggeratedly well-endowed shaft was out, swaying this way and that, waving like a flag as the orca host of their show. Swam out to him. Calling him by name.

"The storm is coming," the shiny black figure said to him -- before straddling him and eagerly riding his shaft, giving him that hungry satisfaction... even seeming dependent on him, like Kai was the most important person in the world.

"I think I prefer the storm," Kai was saying as his pleasure went wild -- lasting stronger, longer, the waves of it coming repeatedly as he and the object of his desire fucked with abandon. Admitting his preference felt good... why shouldn't he love to fuck so hard so strong so long under the auspices of the storm? This island would be host to so much pleasure, pleasure.

Black fluid rose from the sands, enveloping them -- warm, inviting, make more...!!

* * *

Approximate, latex-augmented facsimiles of Harry the tiger and Kai the dolphin looked at each other in the bedroom. They kissed more, admiring Tarrex Komo.

"HEY! Everything all right up there?"

Some rubberneck in the street... they would ignore that one. For now. For now, make more. Make complete. Prepare hosts for full integration. Full appearance. Full masquerade. Full pleasure.

Make more.

Bit by bit he came to himself. Tarrex Komo, in both of his host bodies. The high of predation was on the wane; soon it would be time to act naturally and appear tiger and dolphin. For now.

...Soon.

But not quite yet.

As the frills of the second dragon firmed up and some additional muscle-sculpting and detailing occurred, the first reclined on his back again, coaxing the more delphinoid shaft. How many orgasms it had been already in his flurry of activity was irrelevant: the host would continue to add strength, to be changed, to be converted into more Tarrex...

An exasperated sigh and rapid paces from the street below went ignored, the slimy monsters eagerly in the throes together.

* * *

On the island in the dolphin's mind, he had grown larger -- taller by a head than the host , who he continued fucking. Expanding, dominating -- virile and without fatigue. The storm blowing harder -- winds whipping, large waves washing closer.

The ebony-coated dolphin came again and again. Bored of intercourse, he had taken to frotting over the belly of his adorer, who was worshiping his cock in a state of total reverence. With each orgasm, another big lump would form under the blackness at the tip -- fluid orbs, like pearls or tears, each emission adding fuel. Each time it got big enough, the lump would detach -- float like pollen on the air, and depart over the sea to be part of the violent weather. Seed growing bigger, penetrating farther, claiming host and make more.

"Tar... rex... Komo..." he uttered in his dream. The one below him nodded.

He... he had a different name. He was pretty sure of it, but... "Unnhh!!!"

Squirt, squirt... two more tiny orbs of seed, bulging like a figure-8 within the latex tip. So much energy, so much make more filling his every thought and motion.

The storm drew the offered energy inside -- and, with each release, its thunder grew.

* * *

In the bedroom, the latex hosts continued their pleasure -- the process mechanical, instinctive. A necessity of the hive that Tarrex would soon be.

Between them, the excess mass dripped and glistened. It poured from filled holes; it leaked from the sloppy conversion and efficiency-slimming of these first hosts' biomass. To make more was a priority; a rebulking of the hosts could be easily accomplished later, as needed.

Tarrex did not think about this, but he executed it. The puppeteered subtext of his thoughts was as a rumbling cloud on the horizon. A cloud about which he dreamed, in his shared dream. Tarrex and Tarrex, making more.

The excess dripped -- coated the bed -- absorbed organic matter from it, discoloring and dissolving. Cotton and bamboo items were dissolved out of convenience. They needed flesh, but a plant was not without its uses.

The growing puddle flowed in reverse -- flowed up the new host's rear, inside of it, bloating him, producing the momentary sense of being pull of another of their kind. The first host kept thrusting, packing the tar-like goo inside -- emitting fresh beads of corrupted semen, as what had once been the tiger Harry Pasir was again forced to relinquish more of his vigor in the name of the Tarrex cause.

It infused within the dolphin host. It roiled, churned -- swelled, for just a moment making him look almost pregnant.

Breaking at last from the dream, the first Tarrex pulled back, teasingly grabbing at the still-present dorsal fin on the back of his successfully claimed and converted prey.

Tarrex... came a thought from within the filled second host.

The former dolphin fell forward. The dark symbiote within flowed out like a perverse counterpart to an excessive filling of cum -- slurping and glorping out like molasses out of a jar, the host overcome with pleasure for the duration.

From that emerging blob, the boneless draconic head of yet another Tarrex emerged. It smiled -- distorted and raw, face melting back into the mass as easily as it arose.

Tarrex. Tarrex, Tarrex, Tarrex Komo...

One Tarrex had made two. Two Tarrexes had made a third... and that was only the beginning. They would find more of suitable mass; they would make more. They would subdue, conquer, complete.

They would slake this aching hunger that their newest unit felt -- and in so doing, would inevitably create more of it. Hunger, consume, convert, hunger, consume convert...

The thunder rumbled in the backs of their collective mind, its wordless will driving them onward. The hostless mass exited the window and slipped into a storm drain. The converted biological frames continued their embracing -- wrestling in a diagnostic fashion, testing strength and suitability against one another. Modifying as necessary. Taking notes of the hosts' appearance, memories...

An hour later, a normal-enough looking tiger and dolphin would emerge, looking normal enough except for the fact the tiger was underdressed in what looked like very tight black swimwear. The dolphin wore a tan long-coat, holding the other man's hand.

They seemed normal enough... except they seemed to stare just a little too long, and to go a long time without blinking. If one watched longer, one might catch the occasional wrong detail -- a bit of uncamouflaged latex drooping from a fingertip, or a moment's crease of blackness along the contours of a muscle.

But who was watching? With eyes turned to phones or to tasks at hand, they were just another male couple in the crowd. If anyone did observe them too closely, well...

Tarrex would make more.