Hive Ch. 2
Chapter 2. Jude gets a partner in crime.
"Who is that?"
"And what the hell is he wearing?" The girls had, like the rest of the bar, been drawn to stare at the stallion that had ducked into the establishment. And 'ducked' was truly the correct word. Standing erect, he was closer to eight feet than he was seven, with massive, broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. He was hiding nothing, dressed in a conservative but far-too-small shirt and slacks. The shirt was tight to straining around his biceps, and showed the washboard of his abs beneath the artistic skull embossed on the front. The pants had to have been custom-tailored; nowhere could someone get pants off the rack to hug the legs like that while still leaving room for... well...
It's what Liz was staring at now. The dragoness had known, of course, that horses were well-endowed, but there was no WAY that was real. It looked like he had a medicine ball in there. Two, more like, and that big tube between... Liz was surprised at her reaction. Unlike her friends, who rolled their eyes at the display and soon went back to their drinks and their conversation, Liz was intrigued. That couldn't be real.
Could it?
She bit her lip and stirred the straw in her rum and coke, listening with only half an ear to the conversation swirling around her. Her tail twitched behind her. She had been in college for three years already, and even she thought she had been a reclusive stick-in-the-mud. These weekly outings with her floormates was the most social she ever got. She'd never even had a boyfriend, much less a fling or one night stand. She glanced over her shoulder at the stallion again. He was leaning against the bar, back to the tender, a tall mug of beer held gingerly in his massive hand. Liz could not believe he was being ignored; the guys to either side of him had even shuffled aside to give him more room.
Fuck it. "I'm going to go find out." She said, more to herself, but her declaration cut off the conversation with a note of confusion.
"...Find what out?" Sasha asked, tilting her head in that peculiar manner that only birds could do.
"Whether that," Liz stuck her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the stallion, "is real." She took a final swig of her drink, then stood. Leave quickly, before she was talked out of it...
Jude wasn't entirely certain what he was doing there. He hadn't really even gone clothes shopping properly yet. The shirt was the biggest one he had owned before his Integration, and the pants were rush-ordered from a specialist website, and were still too small. He'd gotten the pants and immediately raided the grocery store. His extra ten inches of height and muscle displayed where that had gone. Now...
Feed. Grow. Survive. The mantra ran through his head as a deep background, below even the murmuring of his houseplants. He could feel them ...sleeping wasn't quite the right word... in their pots. He'd been growing them like he'd grown himself, and his plans for using them as energy was coming along...
"Uh, hi."
Jude was drawn from his reverie by a voice, directed at him. It took a moment for Jude to recognize the slightly nervous stance of the girl standing next to him. A scant few days ago, she would have been half a head taller than him, and now she was at eye level with his pecs. Was she...? He inhaled. Along with his better, stronger, faster body, his senses had improved, and that included smell. He could smell the purfume she was using, and the soap she'd used, even the faint acidic tang of her scale buffing cream. And above all that, he now knew EXACTLY why she had approached him. She was horny.
The part of Jude that had been the scrawny runt locked up in shock and surprise. The new part of him smiled sheepishly and hummed. Suddenly the middle part of his little mantra had taken on a whole new meaning. "Hey yourself," he said with a smile, stepping to the side and gesturing to the seat he had been hiding behind his bulk. "Buy you a drink?"
The two hit it off surprisingly well. Liz was a sci-fi nerd, and Jude was still as big an alternate-history buff that he had been before the Integration. That the two were pouring arousal for each others' bodies (Liz for the sheer bulk of him, and Jude because of his growing urge to breed and grow) certainly helped. Liz didn't know whether it was the second drink she had been bought, the scent of him, or the sheer presence of his body leaning on the bar just inches away that finally pushed her to do it. She placed a hand on his abs. "I have to know," she said softly, flushing bright scarlet. Her hand slowly drifted down towards his waistline. Not touching it, not even really getting close, but it was obvious to both what she was referring to. "Is it... I mean... you've got to be stuffing?"
Jude paused, looking adorably surprised, before smiling conspiratorially. He shifted his lean on the bar to hide his package, then surreptitiously guided Liz's hand to his swollen package between his legs. She bit her lip, flushing furiously. "What are you- _eep!" _a few heads turned at the exclamation; she hadn't been able to stifle it before it escaped her lips; he'd given the slightest shift, and the entire thing had _throbbed _beneath her hand. It was real. All of it. The stallion didn't need to say it; he was more than happy to show it off to her, if she wanted. Whenever, wherever.
"Want to go somewhere a bit more private?" He said, sliding the last of his cash onto the bar to cover their last round.
The designer of the bar had probably designed the bathrooms as he had to hide the sounds of the more unpleasant side effects of overindulging in drink. However, the individual rooms and the soundproofing would also serve to hide the noise of Liz and Jude's copulation equally well. That there would be copulation was almost a foregone conclusion when Liz nearly dragged him bodily into the room. Once Liz freed Jude's rod, it was definite. She had no idea how she was going to... anything, really... with something that big. But it was thick and wonderful, as long and thick as the rest of him, and it smelled so powerfully of alluring musk that it registered in the dragoness' conscious mind. She inhalted deeply, irises dilating to pinpoints as her own arousal was only further stoked.
Jude wriggled his hips and kicked his pants to a corner as Liz pulled off her shirt, freeing her modest breasts. He nickered in appreciation. "Only fair I show you mine..." She murmured. Titjob. Definitely. She wouldn't even need to kneel. She simply stepped forward, his cock sliding upwards along her belly to rest heavily between her breasts. The head bumped against her chin, leaving a silvery trail of pre across Liz's jaw. She moaned and hugged his cock, beginning to grind, completely lost in the pleasure.
Jude was grinning like an idiot. He held her head and stroked across Liz's head, guiding her mouth to the prominent veins, helping her coax his arousal. There was a heavy thud as he leaned back against the wall. "Oh fuck yes..." He let her grind and worship his cock a while longer, until his pre had well and truly soaked Liz's upper chest, neck and face. the stallion could feel it, small wisps of presence on the edge of his mind. Almost.
He guided her mouth to his head, and Liz didn't need to be told twice. With a sloppy kiss to his head, she began to lick and suckle his cock. Jule's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his cock throbbed eagerly. His balls contracted, and were it going to matter after the next few minutes, Jule would have been embarrassed at how quickly he had come.
Liz was not. she was flattered. Even such a big stud she had been enough woman to coax to orgasm, and so quickly too... She gasped sharply, going rigid along with Jude. His come had erupted in cups worth, more than a regular man could make in a year, and Liz had swallowed more than enough. There was a strangled gasp from Liz as Jude's silvery, alien spunk rushed throughout her system changing, altering, in some places repairing, before the extra pooled against her brain stem, where it went to work.
Jude felt a vague confusion, sudden panic, a few sympathetic pangs of pain, and then a rush of pleasure. In a breathtaking torrent, Jude's alien awareness found and instructed what was now Liz's own improvements, while it brought into itself another lifetime of experiences, opinions, tastes and ideas.
Integration. Growth.
Liz and Jude panted, still locked in place together as the stallion's cock slowly finished coating Liz. Liz could feel it, both against her skin and as an extension of her own awareness. They were now three. At a thought, she was aware of what had happened to Julian, and what Jude was, and what they three were together. The two didn't need words any longer. She looked up at Jude, saw herself through his eyes, and grinned.
Jude was a good man; the Entity had chosen well. But he wasn't creative. Liz was. She scooped and scraped the cum from her body, licking it up eagerly, her body already burning off the slight pudge of her middle as it began to change. They would head to his kitchen, and she would feast, both on his food to fuel the changes, and on his spunk to effect the changes. Unlike him, she didn't have a source to make more of the wonderful little agents that his cum was swimming with.
They had so much work to do.