Metempsychosis IX - Grianos and Orkàn
This is chapter 9 of the Metempsychosis series, a brand new chapter never uploaded to SF before.
Warning: contains inflation, latex, transformation and mechaphilia.
Metempsychosis IX – Grianos and Ork** à ***n*
I – Lust
Almost two months had passed since Crimson had awakened, and still I couldn’t shake the relentless, scorching lust that burned through my veins like molten aether. No matter how hard I tried to sate it—how many times I lost myself in frantic, heated sessions with the others—the fire only grew hungrier. Sovran and Nashim insisted it was fueled by unstable aether currents twisting inside me. My control over aether had improved dramatically, yet even Sovran admitted my flow remained chaotic, impossible to fully calm.
The worst part was how it reacted to them. The moment Storm, Emerald, or Firestorm drew near, the unstable currents inside me surged into something wild and unrestrained. I needed them. They were more than happy to oblige, and our encounters left me trembling with pleasure… but the moment they were gone, the gnawing ache returned, stronger than before. It had begun leaking into my waking life, too. The low growl of an engine, the sharp, heavy scent of diesel exhaust—especially diesel—would hit me like a drug, instantly pitching a painful, throbbing tent that left me flushed and mortified in public more times than I cared to admit.
Sovran and Nashim had exhausted (pun not intended) every idea they could think of. They’d even tried to forcibly drag that mysterious third aether signature out of me, but nothing worked. Not even Forneus had any useful leads. So it came as a genuine surprise when Nevlaan turned out to be the one who offered a path forward.
It happened one night when I found myself standing on our secret beach without consciously deciding to go there. The water stirred and I knew Nevlaan was headed over. The waves whispered against the sand as I cupped my hands around my muzzle and called out into the darkness.
“Nev? Hey… Nevvv!”
A ripple disturbed the water. A sleek, powerful shape broke the surface, and I felt the familiar knot of anxiety loosen in my chest. Since that terrible night when my demon side had first erupted, a quiet fear had lingered in the back of my mind—that one day he simply wouldn’t come. That the demon in me had finally driven him away for good.
But he always showed up.
“Comiiing!” Nevlaan called back in that playful, sing-song voice of his. He exploded out of the surf with an unnecessary, dramatic splash that sent water spraying everywhere. I shook my head, unable to suppress a small smile despite everything.
“There you are…” I murmured.
He padded up the beach on his powerful limbs and immediately wrapped his long, sinuous body around mine in a full-body embrace. His scales were cool and slick from the sea, a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from my own crimson hide. “I heard you,” he said softly, nuzzling the side of my neck. “So I came rushing.” He pulled back just enough to look at me properly, his luminous eyes tracing my altered form. “You know… I’ll never quite get used to seeing you like this.”
The words stung more than I expected. My ears flicked back. “Sorry for disappointing you, Nev…”
“That’s not what I meant!” he meeped, sounding genuinely distressed. He pressed closer at once, trying to soothe the wound he’d accidentally opened.
I sighed and shook my head. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve just been… really edgy lately. Everything’s been chaotic.”
The seadragon tightened his coils around me, his warmth slowly seeping in. “So you told me last time. Have you figured anything out yet?”
A long, exhausted breath left me. “No. Not even Forneus has answers. I’ve pored over every grimoire I own—hermetic texts, chaosophist treatises, everything. Still nothing.”
“I’m so sorry, Jon.”
The old name made something twist uncomfortably in my chest. “It’s okay… hearing you say that helps. But… could you call me Crimson? Or just Crim? It feels weird being called by my human name when I’m barely human anymore, especially at night.”
Nevlaan tilted his head, considering. “Try as I might, you’re still Jon to me. I guess that’s my human-protector instincts talking.” He offered a small, sheepish smile. “I’ll try to remember, though.” To my surprise, he pulled me even closer and wrapped me in a tight, full embrace, nuzzling deeply into the crook of my neck and shoulder. The sudden flood of his familiar scent and the steady thrum of his heartbeat made my knees go weak. I melted against him instantly. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this—his soothing presence, the simple comfort of being held without expectation or performance.
It hit me then: this was the first time we’d truly allowed ourselves this kind of soft, vulnerable intimacy since my demon side had surfaced. We had repaired the surface of our relationship, but we’d never quite returned to the depth we once shared.
Nevlaan looked up at me, gently rubbing the tip of his snout against mine in the slow, deliberate gesture his kind used to express deep affection and trust. “You know what? I’ll check our archives. There might be some kind of ritual or technique to help draw out or stabilize whatever this third signature is.”
I couldn’t help the dry chuckle that escaped me. “There you go again, trying to exorcise me.”
Nevlaan let out a frustrated little trill and pulled back slightly, ears flattening. “No! I meant like… a way to coax it out safely, not banish it!”
“Sorry, I was just kidding, Nev” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “You really think so? Not even the demons have been able to figure this out.”
He shrugged, the motion rippling elegantly along his serpentine body. “You’d be surprised what our archives hold. Some of those manuscripts are thousands of years old. The Sirians might have encountered something similar before.”
“I guess… it’s worth a shot.” I pressed closer, squeezing him tighter—and that was when the heat surged again. A fresh wave of burning need rolled through me without warning. My breathing hitched. I started to pant softly, squirming against him as Nevlaan’s clean, oceanic scent suddenly sharpened and intensified in my heightened senses. The urge gnawed at me, demanding, insistent.
Fear of rejection spiked hard. I pushed him back instinctively. “I-I’m sorry, Nev. We can’t.”
He froze, a soft whine escaping his throat. “Hey… what’s wrong?”
I couldn’t find the words. The easy lie tumbled out instead. “I’m fine. Just… please go. I’m not myself right now.”
Of course, he didn’t leave. Nevlaan had never been one to walk away when someone he cared about was hurting. “It’s not like you to push me away like this. At least tell me why.”
All I could picture was him turning away in disgust, the same anger from that night flashing in his eyes again. “I can’t! I just… I can’t say it!”
He stood his ground, stubborn as ever, and squeezed me more firmly. “Then I’m not leaving.”
Typical. So damn hardheaded. He cooed softly, trying to comfort me with the low, soothing rumble that used to calm me as a kid—but this time it only made the fire worse. My breathing grew ragged. I hadn’t even noticed my own scent thickening the air until Nevlaan suddenly blinked, nostrils flaring as he looked straight at me with dawning realization.
“Are you… seriously pushing me away because you’re aroused?”
Cornered. His tone didn’t sound disgusted or angry—just surprised and concerned. Still, the words stuck in my throat. I stammered, trying to downplay it. “It’s not just arousal… it’s this burning, endless lust. I can’t get rid of it. I think it’s coming from the demon inside me. It follows me everywhere, hounds me constantly. It’s like something that stalks you in the dark, and once it catches you, it takes control.” My voice cracked. “I don’t want you to abandon me, Nev…”
He stared at me as if I’d started speaking another language. “What are you even talking about? Why would I ever abandon you?”
My eyes stung. My voice shook. “When… when my demon side first appeared… we fought. I felt so broken, Nev. Like my entire world was collapsing. I was terrified you’d leave and never come back. I felt like… like a monster.”
Nevlaan stepped back, his expression crumbling. His proud shoulders drooped as the weight of my words seemed to hit him all at once. “Great ocean mother… why didn’t you tell me any of this, love?”
I barely registered the endearment through my trembling. “You were so aggressive… I didn’t recognize you anymore. I was scared of you, too.”
That struck him hard. He looked genuinely pained. “Oh, love… I am so very, very sorry.”
“You called me love…” I whispered, the word finally sinking in.
“Obviously!” he said, voice thick with emotion. “After everything we’ve been through, how could I think of you as anything else?” His own eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “When this new side of you emerged, I was terrified I’d lose you. I thought maybe you wouldn’t want me anymore.”
“What? Never!” The words burst out of me. “Nev, you’re the one who pulled me out of that dark hole all those years ago. You stayed with me through everything. I owe you so much… It’s because I love you that I was so scared of losing you.” My voice softened. “I love you, Nev.”
For a long moment we simply stared at each other, the absurdity of our mutual fear hanging between us like sea mist. Then, at the same instant, we both realized how ridiculous we’d been. We crashed into each other, hugging so tightly it was almost painful, as if we could squeeze away all the hurt and misunderstanding. When we finally pulled back just enough to look at one another, it felt like a scene from some cheesy romance flick—teary-eyed, relieved, and a little ridiculous. We leaned in and kissed, slow, deep, and long, tasting salt and relief and years of unspoken feeling. Afterward, Nevlaan did what he used to do when I was younger: he craned his long neck and tucked his head into the crook of my arm, nuzzling warmly against my chest while making soft, contented cooing sounds. I closed my eyes, letting the simple joy of it wash over me. I was happy. And, inevitably, even more worked up than before.
Nevlaan clearly noticed. He giggled against my scales, pulling back with a mischievous little grin, eyes sparkling. “So… shall we take care of this, then?”
I flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson that matched my hide. “T-Take care of what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.” His gaze drifted downward pointedly. “Or did you forget that, as a dragon these days, you’re not exactly wearing clothes anymore?”
I glanced down. Sure enough, my cock had fully emerged—thick, blood-red, and throbbing visibly, the pointed tip already glistening with beads of clear fluid that dribbled freely down the shaft. Mortification burned across my face. “Well shit.”
“Hehe! You really do have to keep that thing warm, you know,” he teased gently, voice warm with affection. “Let me help, love.”
I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “S-So… you’re doing this as more than a friend now?”
Nevlaan smiled, slow and tender, his eyes full of quiet certainty. “We’ve been more than friends for a very long time, my dear. You just haven’t been honest with your feelings until tonight.”
He was right. Nevlaan had always been my secret, forbidden love. Even before I met my waking-life mate, long before the demon stirred inside me, I had already thought of him as my mate in the quietest corners of my heart. Having him back like this — playful, affectionate, and utterly unafraid of what I had become — felt like a blessing I didn’t deserve. He grinned at me with that familiar, wicked little smirk that always promised mischief. His eyes sparkled with the same playful hunger I remembered from before everything changed. Without warning, he craned his long neck downward and exhaled a slow, warm cloud of steam directly over my throbbing cock. The heat hit me like lightning. My sensitive draconic shaft pulsed violently, twitching hard enough to slap against my belly as a deep, involuntary growl ripped from my throat. Gods, it was so much more sensitive than anything I’d known as a human. Every nerve ending felt electrified. Nevlaan giggled at my reaction, clearly delighted. He nuzzled the underside of my cock with his smooth snout, then dragged his thick, bluish tongue along the entire length in one slow, wet stroke, coating me thoroughly in his warm saliva. I squirmed and panted, hips bucking desperately into the slick heat of his mouth.
It felt just like the old days… only better. I tried to push the constant burning lust to the back of my mind and simply lose myself in Nevlaan’s beauty — the elegant curve of his neck, the powerful lines of his body, the way his scales caught the moonlight. He was breathtaking. He slid over me, his much larger form blanketing mine with comforting weight and warmth. Back then, he used to grind his whole body against me, slow and teasing. Tonight, though, he did something new. He deliberately smeared my aching cock with his mixed fluids — the slick, feminine nectar from his folds and the thicker, muskier male essence from his slit. The combined scent thickened the air instantly, heavy and intoxicating, making my head spin and my cock leak even more.
Nevlaan smirked down at me, eyes half-lidded with lust. “So… is Crim shy with females? Because I won’t hesitate to bury him deep.”
I gasped, torn between raw desire and hesitation. “N-Not shy about you at all. It’s just… are you sure you don’t mind? You know… you’ll end up with demonic seed inside you and—”
My words died in a strangled roar as Nevlaan suddenly dropped down, engulfing my entire cock in one smooth, wet plunge. His hot, silky female folds swallowed me to the hilt, rippling and squeezing around my shaft like velvet fire. He was dripping wet and scorching inside, his walls flexing greedily as he took every inch.
A deep, guttural moan tore from me. The burning lust that had tormented me for months finally found some relief in that tight, welcoming heat.
Nevlaan grinned, chittering softly with pleasure. “Not so bad, is it? Now… can you help and breed me already? I want you to coat my walls properly.”
That was all it took. Something inside me snapped. I lost control. With a feral growl I rolled us over. Nevlaan willingly helped, letting me pin him beneath me. I mounted him properly and started thrusting — deep, hard, relentless. My hips slammed against him repeatedly, pounding into that slick, clutching heat with bruising force. He clearly hadn’t expected this level of dominance from me. His eyes widened, then fluttered as he started panting and cooing loudly, his claws digging into my shoulders.
It didn’t take long. The pressure built fast, that wild aether-fueled energy surging through me. I tensed, buried as deep as I could go, and let out a thunderous roar as I came hard. Thick ropes of hot, creamy demonic seed flooded his clenching walls, pulse after pulse, painting him from the inside. Nevlaan squealed in ecstasy, his body shuddering beneath me. I collapsed against his larger frame, panting heavily, still buried inside him. My body trembled with aftershocks. I wanted more — I always wanted more — but I was reeling, dizzy with pleasure. I thought I’d get a moment to recover… but I was wrong. Nevlaan had other plans.
The sea dragon gently pulled back, my spent cock slipping free with a wet sound. My eyes widened as I got my first good look at his swollen claspers. The thick, musky, briny scent of his male arousal hit me like a drug, making my brain fog with fresh need. Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped both paws around his claspers, stroking them firmly.
Nevlaan squirmed and snorted out a plume of steam, clearly loving the attention.
Not long after, a thick bulge formed at his slit. His claspers parted smoothly, and the tip of his impressive white cetacean cock began to emerge. More of that potent musk flooded the air as the full length slid free — long, thick, beautifully shaped, with a prehensile upper segment that curled slightly at the tip. It was magnificent. Overwhelming.
There was no way something that big would ever fit inside me… but I wasn’t about to leave it neglected. I leaned in, pressing my snout against the warm, throbbing shaft and inhaled deeply. The rich, salty-briny musk made me moan and feel deliciously lightheaded. I had played with it before, but never like this. Never with the intention of bringing him all the way. Tonight, I wanted to worship it. I kissed and licked along the entire length, savoring the taste. The prehensile tip curled lovingly against my muzzle, smearing thick, musky fluid across my snout and lips. I let my tongue dance around it, teasing and swirling. Nevlaan’s squeals grew louder and more desperate, his body arching hard. He clearly wasn’t used to this level of focused attention. I brought my new draconic paws into play, tracing my claws gently but firmly along the sensitive base. That made him twitch violently.
“Criiiim! I… I think I’m going to—!”
He barely got the words out before his cock flared, the tip blooming as he squealed at a pitch that vibrated through my entire body. I had severely underestimated just how much a cetacean could cum. Hot, surprisingly watery seed erupted from him in powerful, generous jets — spraying hard across my face, muzzle, and chest in thick, messy ropes. Some shot straight into my hungry mouth. The taste was intense: very salty, with a bright, unexpected citrus tang. I hadn’t been prepared to swallow, and the sheer volume left me drenched and blinking in surprise.
Nevlaan looked down at me, wide-eyed and flustered. “I-I’m so sorry! It was so sudden!”
I burst out laughing, wiping a streak of his cum from my cheek. “Are you kidding? This is the best climax I’ve ever given anyone. You taste amazing, Nev… and gods, your orca cock is so fucking gorgeous.”
He giggled, and I swear I saw a blush darken the scales along his neck. I felt strange. The relentless lust was still there, but it had dulled to a warm, manageable glow. Yet I couldn’t stop staring at his spent cock, still half-hard and glistening. It wasn’t just arousal anymore. It felt deeper. Like I wanted one of my own. Rather, like some part of me already had one. I hadn’t noticed the aether thickening the air around us until Nevlaan’s spiny mane suddenly stood straight up, quivering.
He had gone quiet. I reached up and rubbed a paw slowly over his chest. “Hey… are you okay, Nev?”
“So familiar…” he murmured, lost in thought.
“Nev? Earth calling Sirius, hello?”
“Oh! S-Sorry,” he said, snapping back. “I was just thinking…”
We snuggled close together on the cool sand. I was still half-dazed, my mind looping endlessly on the image and scent of his orca cock.
After a while, Nevlaan looked down at me. “Love… do you like orcas?”
“What?”
“Answer the question, please.”
“Well, yeah. More than like, really…” I admitted softly.
Orcas had always been my totem animal. I was always a water spirit at heart. That was part of why Nevlaan and I had bonded so deeply from the start. My human life was filled with orca everything — blankets, posters, keychains, art…
Why was he asking now?
“I see,” he said gently. “So… do you know any? From your ‘nightly ventures,’ I mean.”
“No…”
“You sound disappointed.” He giggled. “I guess a seadragon doesn’t quite cut it, is that it?”
“Hey! You big meanie!” I protested, poking his side.
Nevlaan smiled and nuzzled me tenderly. “Hehe, sorry. Don’t fret, but the reason I ask is… I feel one.”
I nearly stopped breathing. “You feel one??”
“Yeah.”
“Well, explain already!”
He smirked at my sudden impatience and excitement. “My kind are amalgams — made from many ocean species. We’re natural empaths. When we focus, we can sense the energies of the creatures that make up our bodies. I can feel orcas, quillfish, sharks… all of them. And right now, love… I feel an orca in you.”
“No way…” I whispered, heart hammering.
“It’s different. Stronger than before. Maybe because of your… aether.” He corrected himself quickly. “Watching how obsessed you were with my orcan side just now made it impossible to ignore.”
The third signature. Could it be…? Part of me wanted to dismiss it immediately. Another part was ecstatic. And another was suddenly terrified — terrified I wouldn’t live up to the grace and power orcas represented to me. When it came to the furry fandom, I had never dared create an orca fursona precisely because I loved them too much to risk tainting the image I had of them. Yet my heart was pounding with raw, hopeful excitement at the mere thought of carrying that essence inside me.
Nevlaan just smiled softly and nuzzled my cheek. “Tell you what. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Let’s snuggle up and rest for now. Meet me here tomorrow night.”
We curled tightly together on the beach. I pressed myself against him, still warm and sticky with his cum. “O…kay? Should I be worried?”
“Very!” he teased with a giggle. “Oh — one thing. Humans only.”
“Now you’re really scaring me.” I laughed weakly. “I’ll see what I can do, Nev. Love you lots.”
“And I love you.”
II – Sima
The following night, I willed myself into human form before returning to the secret beach. The shift was becoming second nature — just a focused thought and my body obeyed. I was learning I could change between forms at will now, though each full shift left me mentally exhausted and faintly sore the next day.
I materialized on the familiar sand, checked myself over — soft skin, smaller hands, no tail or scales. Fully human. Nevlaan was nowhere in sight. I called out several times. Silence. Worry began to creep in until ripples disturbed the dark water.
“About time,” I muttered.
What rose from the waves nearly knocked me off my feet. A towering anthropomorphic orca emerged, at least eight feet of solid, powerful muscle. Sleek black-and-white skin stretched over a broad, heavily muscled chest and thick arms. His tail was massive, ending in wide, powerful flukes. A familiar ornate trident was strapped across his back. He looked every bit the imposing High Guard I had seen on my short nightly trips to Sirius. I stood frozen, staring up like a complete idiot.
He extended one large, four-digit hand, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “You must be Jon, ya? The Master said ya need sum’ help?”
I mumbled something incoherent and took his hand. He lifted me effortlessly to my feet. “Umm… t-thank you, sir.”
“Sima. Sima Revik. Nice ta meet ya!”
His smile was warm and genuine, his deep voice surprisingly friendly. He was unbearably attractive — thick slabs of muscle, confident posture, and that easy charisma that made heat crawl up my neck. He noticed my blushing and seemed quietly amused by it.
Sima bowed in the graceful Sirian style; I returned it out of habit from seeing it so often by now. His heavy tail waved lazily. “I see ya know our ways!”
The conversation flowed easily after that. He explained his role in Nevlaan’s High Guard, showed off the lightning-imbued trident with its family crest, and casually confirmed that Nevlaan had told him about my possible connection to orcas. When I mentioned our mateship and why Nevlaan had kept it secret, Sima sighed. “Well, that explains why Master keeps pushing back the ceremony.” He reassured me of his loyalty, then pulled me into a sudden, warm hug without warning.
I flushed deep red as my face pressed against the cool, smooth muscle of his chest.
“All good, ya? Oh, you’re all red,” he teased, one big hand gently petting my head.
“S-Sorry… I get really nervous around orcas. Always have.”
“Good thing I’m here, then.” He held me a little longer, and the anxiety that had been gnawing at me melted away. His presence felt incredibly safe. I opened up fully — telling him about metempsychosis, my demonic side, the unstable aether, and what we suspected about the third signature. He listened patiently, offering supportive trills even when some concepts clearly went over his head.
When I finished, Sima looked down at me with a gentle smile. “I definitely feel an orca inside ya… but it’s not halmaan. Your word for that is “demon”, ya? What I feel is subdued. It’s shy. Gentle.”
My eyes widened in shock and excitement. “You can tell??”
Joy flooded me, but it was instantly chased by sharp insecurity. “What if I’m not good enough…?”
Sima’s tone turned serious. He scolded me firmly — orcas were powerful and deeply venerated on Sirius. I should feel honored, not doubtful and that if one had chosen me, then there had to be a reason behind it. His words struck deep. Tears welled up without warning. My body began to tremble as panic surged.
“Have faith,” he said softly. “Trust in the Ocean Mother.”
He drew his trident and tapped the butt once against the sand. All I remember is this sudden intense zapping sound before dizziness crashed over me like a wave. The world spun violently and went black.
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When awareness returned, I was alone on a small wooden raft floating in the middle of a vast, sunlit ocean. No land anywhere. Only the endless roll of waves.
Time stretched. It felt like hours before the water churned violently nearby. A massive feral orca breached in a explosive spray and began circling the raft with powerful grace.
We “spoke”, me in words, him in trills and whistles. I poured out everything I felt inside. The great whale circled, occasionally answering with clicks and calls. Though we couldn’t truly understand each other, the exchange felt strangely meaningful.
Eventually it drew close enough for us to lock eyes. It gave a slow, deliberate nod.
Something inside me whispered, Hop on…?
It nodded again.
Heart pounding, I grabbed its dorsal fin and slid onto its broad back. The orca carried me swiftly through the water until we reached an unexpected rock formation. At its base yawned the dark mouth of a cavern.
I slid off at the entrance. The orca gave one final nod before diving gracefully away.
Damp, briny air washed over me as I stepped inside, mixed with the rich, earthy scent of wet limestone. It felt oddly welcoming. The light from the entrance faded gradually until I walked in near-total darkness. My senses adjusted in this altered state. Sound and intuition guided me forward until the tunnel opened into a large circular rotunda.
Bluish glowmoss clung to the walls and ceiling, casting an ethereal light. Thick aether swirled in the air, converging at the center like a living vortex. I made my way to the center and stood there, letting the soothing energy wash through me.
Then it struck — a brutal, sudden surge of aether slammed into my body like a tidal wave.
I gasped as crushing pressure erupted everywhere at once. My hands were first. Bones cracked and reshaped with wet, grinding sounds. Fingers thickened and shortened; the pinky melted away as the skin darkened rapidly to deep, glossy black. My palms broadened, becoming thick and powerful. The change raced up my arms — muscles swelling violently, veins standing out as biceps and forearms ballooned with dense, orca-like power. The sensation was a burning mix of agony and obscene pleasure.
The pressure surged downward. My feet widened with loud pops, toes merging and thickening until the smallest vanished. They became broad, stocky, and powerfully muscled, perfect for propulsion through water. My legs thickened next, calves and thighs exploding outward with raw strength as smooth black skin raced upward.
A violent surge hit my spine. I cried out as a massive tail burst from my tailbone in a wet, stretching explosion of flesh and bone. The new limb lengthened rapidly with grotesque, squelching sounds, thick muscle packing on as broad, rounded flukes formed at the tip — powerful, flexible, and unmistakably orcan. The weight of it pulled at me deliciously, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
My torso followed. Ribs expanded with deep, cracking pops. My chest barreled outward while my waist tightened. All body hair shed away in a tingling rush as my skin smoothed into glossy, rubbery black-and-white patches — the classic orca pattern spreading in bold, sweeping strokes across my swelling form. A faint gray saddle began to form behind where my dorsal fin would soon rise.
My head was next. Pressure built unbearably behind my eyes and jaw. My face pushed forward with a wet crunch, jawbones extending into a strong, blunt orca muzzle. Teeth sharpened and multiplied. My nose flattened and migrated upward as a blowhole formed on the crown of my skull with a strange, airy pop that made me dizzy. A tall, triangular dorsal fin erupted from my upper back in a rush of stretching skin and muscle, tall and proud like a male orca’s.
Every inch of the change flooded me with overwhelming, erotic intensity — burning pleasure mixed with the deep relief of something long-caged finally breaking free. My cock throbbed hard during the surge, leaking as the new powerful body took shape. I was becoming more whale-like and morphic than I had expected — heavy, muscular, beastly, with a prominent maw and that signature dorsal fin.
When the pressure finally ebbed, I opened my eyes.
I was still standing in the glowing rotunda… but I was staring at a large, powerfully built morphic orca. He was more primal than fully humanoid — broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, with a thick tail and tall dorsal fin. Something about him felt profoundly familiar, like gazing at the truest reflection of my soul. He grinned to me and flicked at my forehead with two of his fingers and before I could speak, reality shattered and yanked me back.
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I blinked hard. I was on the beach again. Sima stood before me, grinning.
“Enjoyed the swim?”
I stared at him, still dazed, the memory of the transformation burning vividly behind my eyes. I looked down at myself repeatedly — still painfully human. Disappointment crashed over me like freezing water.
“You’re just manipulating my feelings,” I muttered, upset at being ripped back to this weaker form.
Sima smiled apologetically. “As much as I get a kick out of watching ya squirm, I would never mess with ya like that. Not if I want Master Nevlaan to keep me in one piece. Whatever ya saw, it was your emotions speaking to you ” He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “Ya look worn out from your trip, friend. My work is done for tonight. Rest, ya? I’ll keep watch.”
He pulled me into another enveloping hug. The moment his thick arms wrapped around me, my brain short-circuited again. His deep, salty, musky oceanic scent — richer and earthier than Nevlaan’s — flooded my senses. I nearly collapsed against his broad chest, heart racing wildly. Sima held me tighter. I could feel the cool metal of his trident resting against my back. I closed my eyes and let myself drift.
When I woke again, I was back in my own bed, sheets twisted around me and a raging, aching boner straining painfully between my legs. The memory of Sima’s powerful body and the raw, ecstatic transformation still pulsed through me. Part of me desperately wanted more from the big orca. But Nevlaan would probably not appreciate that… so I kept those heated thoughts to myself.
III - Grianos
I expected another session with Sima the following night, but when I woke, I found myself in a completely different place. The air was thick with the scent of brine and wet limestone. I was back inside the cavern from Sima’s illusion — except this time it felt far more real. Glowmoss bathed the narrow passages in soft blue light, guiding my steps. I moved deeper, heart beating faster with anticipation, until I stepped into the large open chamber. I froze.
The familiar orca from my transformation stood in the center of the room. It was unmistakably him — the same powerful build, the same blunt muzzle, the same tall dorsal fin. The glowmoss made his skin glisten as if he’d just emerged from the sea. I squinted, then gasped.
It wasn’t water. It was the unmistakable glossy sheen of smooth, black latex.
My pulse skyrocketed. Thoughts raced through my mind — Is this another test? Another illusion? — but I forced myself to stay calm. I looked up at him and offered a shy, tentative smile.
“Hi…”
He strode forward without hesitation and pulled me into a tight, squeaking hug. He nearly smothered my whole body. The sound of latex rubbing together filled the air. Despite his inflatable-looking body, he was surprisingly strong — far stronger than any human. I could have lifted him easily, yet his embrace felt powerful and grounding, so much so that I almost went limp against him.
“You’re here! Finally, we meet, JonJon!” he squeaked happily.
That voice. I knew it instantly. It was him, after all.
“You’re the one I heard… that voice in the dark,” I whispered.
I tried to ignore it, but there was no way he could have known about ‘JonJon’; it was the nickname I had as a kid. He smiled brightly and squeaked again, one large hand petting my head just like Sima had. I melted against him. The damp petrichor of the cavern mixed with his pungent latex scent and the faint, familiar undertone of machine oil. His body was warm, soft, and incredibly smooth. I yielded completely to the embrace.
He pulled back slightly, still holding me. “Oh, you remember! What a big meanie, trying to mess with you. Preying on the weak is wrong!”
I chuckled softly. “Are you talking about Nash? Yeah… he was just trying to push me to control my aether. I was pretty upset at first, but I told him off. It’s all good, now”
As I studied him more closely, certain details clicked into place — the small groove in his dorsal fin fitted with a thin silver ring, and a distinctive little mark on his left flank.
“Wait… why do you look so familiar? I’ve seen you before…”
“You have? I’m a mechanic by trade. I specialize in mobile armor units.”
“A mechanic…?” The memory finally surfaced. “That’s IT! I know! You’re that orca… the one who took care of Lancer when Alswaram returned home.” I shook my head in disbelief. Sirius caught up to me again. “Your name is Grianos, right?”
His smile widened, flukes waving excitedly. “Yeah! That’s me.”
He squeaked with joy and hugged me again. I pressed tightly against his smooth, yielding latex body, shivering. The humidity of the cavern didn’t help, but the deep unease I felt was something else entirely — fear of rejection, fear that this connection might slip away.
Grianos noticed and let out a worried little squeak. “Awww, you need some warmth, buddy? I have Orkàn ready to play. I feel traces of energy from you… you’re an activator too, right?”
“I’ve been told that before. Wait — who’s Orkàn?”
“My partner. He’s a big seafarer unit.” Pride and smugness mixed in his expression.
“A… mech? Oh… I don’t want to be a bother…”
Before I could finish, the ceiling of the chamber began to open with a mechanical groan. A perfect circle of blue sky appeared above us. The “cavern” was actually a hidden cenote, serving as a secret dock. What I had experienced the night before hadn’t been a simple trance — it was a fully realized dreamsphere, and Sima had pushed me into a deep transitory sleep state to reach it.
My mind was racing still when Grianos’s voice pulled me out of my head. He giggled and squeaked. “Surprised?”
“You can say that again! So… where’s your partner, Grianos?”
“Just call me Gri, ‘kay? Look up.”
A deep, powerful whooshing sound filled the air. A massive figure descended through the open cenote, turbines spinning as it landed with a heavy thud that shook the ground. I stood frozen, jaw slack in pure awe.
The mech was enormous — a saurian, almost gator-like design with humanoid proportions, sleek armor plating, and large turbines mounted on its back that gave it the look of a high-speed airboat. Its fans powered down with a low whine, still kicking up wind that nearly knocked me off my feet.
Grianos waved cheerfully. “Welcome back! He’s here, Orkàn! The one I told you about. His name is Jon.”
“~ Hello. I am Orkàn. ~”
I struggled to find words while the downdraft from the slowing fans buffeted us. Grianos easily anchored himself despite his lighter inflatable body, while I had to brace hard.
“What… are you? I’ve never seen anything like you.”
“~ How rude. I am designed after a hydrofoil — a hovercraft-type vehicle built for fast seafaring travel. My systems are modified for short-duration flight and hovering. ~”
“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just… in awe.”
Grianos’s flukes waved happily. “Seeee? I told you he likes mechs and stuff like me! He might have activator potential too.”
That reminded me. “About that. Gri… the last time I saw you, you weren’t an activator. And you definitely weren’t… all squeaky and inflatable.”
“I converted a little while ago,” he said with a shrug and a squeak. “I have no idea how the inflatable part happened. It started the first time Orkàn and I found this place. I’m only like this when I sleep — I wake up normal again. It felt weird at first, but now we’ve found some fun uses for it.” He winked. “It’s our secret hideout.”
The revelation confirmed this was indeed a new dreamsphere. Grianos explained that he had first heard my voice here as a distant echo when I was struggling in the dark. He and Orkàn had made this place their hideout, and when Nashim had trapped me, Grianos had reached out to encourage me to push back. Their energies must have briefly synergized with mine while he slept.
When I asked about the inflatable change, he had no clear answer. It had simply happened one time while he rested inside Orkàn. He woke up already transformed.
I frowned. “I think I might have had something to do with that…”
Instead of getting angry, Grianos smirked and nudged me with a squeaky fist. “Well, guess it’s you I have to thank for Orkàn and me getting it on in fun new ways, then.”
“What do you mean…?”
Grianos lowered his head, showing me the unusual valve that had replaced his blowhole. It looked far more sophisticated than a simple pool toy valve. “Orkàn noticed it first and suggested hooking one of his fans up to it.”
I blinked up at the massive mech. “You can’t be serious.”
“~ Oh, he is. And this guy loved it. ~”
“Sure did!” Grianos grinned. “Until I figured out I could hook his exhaust port to it!”
I swallowed hard, refusing to let my mind go there… but it was already too late. The mental image hit me hard.
“~ I was skeptical at first, but the outcome was quite impressive. ~”
“Yeah! Orkàn feels incredible!” Grianos’s voice grew breathier. “When I’m normal I sometimes clamp over his port and ride him… but getting hooked through my blowhole and filled with his warm, moist exhaust? It’s so fucking kinky!”
As he spoke, a soft hiss escaped him. The tip of a smooth white latex cock began to peek from his slit. My own cock responded instantly, swelling hard and fast at the sight, the scent of latex and oil, and the sheer filthy idea of what they did together.
Grianos gave me a smug, knowing look. “And clearly someone likes that idea too.”
“~ Should we? ~”
Grianos nodded eagerly. The cavern filled with the rising whistle of Orkàn’s turbines spinning up — a deep, sexy mechanical hum that made my senses flare. He grabbed a thick hose from a panel on Orkàn’s side and dragged it over. “Care to do the honors, JonJon?”
I blushed furiously and Grianos chuckled. “I think our friend wants a sample, Orkàn!”
Before I could protest, the hose vibrated in my hands. A warm, moist blast of exhaust hit my face — sweet, earthy, with a sharp turpentine-like edge. The scent was intoxicating. I took a sharp inhale and nearly came on the spot, coughing as my cock throbbed violently.
“Holy sh… Orkàn… your scent is out of this world!”
“~ You’re too kind. ~”
Grianos was laughing softly, his own cock now fully inflated and jutting out. “So, can I get some or are you gonna hog all his warm treat?”
His teasing words made me pant. We spoke the same filthy language. I reached out, gently guided his head down, and hooked the hose to his blowhole valve.
Instantly, Gri moaned and squeaked loudly. His body began to inflate against mine, growing rounder and tighter with every passing second. I was done waiting. I dropped to my knees, rubbing his smooth, swelling latex cock all over my face, moaning at the strong, glossy scent. The combination of his latex musk and Orkàn’s exhaust was driving me insane.
I wasn’t ready for how fast he popped. Grianos squealed loudly as he climaxed — several powerful shots of warm, latex-laden air mixed with traces of Orkàn’s exhaust blasting across my face and chest. The overwhelming sensation triggered my own orgasm. Hot ropes of seed spilled onto the cavern floor.
Grianos looked down with mock dismay. “You wasted it all!”
I panted heavily, blushing, and kissed the tip of his cock before sliding my hands over it in open worship. “S-Sorry, Gri… I just… orcas… and mechs…”
“~ Heh. Guess we’re going to have a few more rounds, then. ~”
I laughed breathlessly. “H-Hey, I’m not a machine or an inflatable here!”
Both laughed. Grianos was already noticeably larger, his body tight, warm, and beautifully swollen, flukes almost perfectly round. He smelled divine.
“Don’t worry,” he said playfully. “We can do this anytime you like, as often as you like. You said we’re connected through sleep, right? Then we’ll see each other again. Next time, you better shoot into my maw… or I’m gonna sit on you, inflate, and smother you until you do!”
The threat made me nearly dry-fire again.
“Holy shit, you’re hot. So fucking hot. Both of you.” I hugged him tighter. “I love you guys.”
Grianos nuzzled me. “Glad to have you, Jon. See you soon, yeah? Love you lots too.”
“~ Indeed. Let’s play again! ~”
I smiled and buried my face into his warm, swelling latex body as he continued to inflate, growing rounder and tighter until I drifted off.
When I woke in my own bed, I was incredibly happy. I was still mourning my lost mate, but I now had Firestorm… and a wonderful, kinky orca friend to bring me comfort. I was already eager to return.
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The next time I arrived, Grianos and I didn’t even speak at first. We crashed into each other, hugging tightly before sharing a deep, hungry kiss. I had been thinking about him all day. He had been thinking about me too.
Orkàn watched with clear amusement.
“~ You two are adorable. ~”
Grianos pulled back, embarrassed. “Hey, no snarky comments from you, mister!”
“~ Or what? I have the best asset, you know. ~”
I giggled and teased Grianos, rubbing his shiny beak. “He’s got you there, hon. Not that I can talk — he’s got me all hot and bothered too.”
We held each other close. The symbiosis I felt with him was unlike anything I’d experienced.
“Hey, Gri…?” I asked softly.
“Uh oh,” he replied with a fake worried look.
I blushed and squirmed. He answered with a gentle, tender nudge of his beak.
“Well… I want to inflate you. Think I can use a pump and hook it up to your blowhole valve?”
His eyes lit up and his flukes flailed with excitement. “YES!” He grinned widely. “Screw the pump — use Orkàn!”
“~ Oh? I’m game. ~”
“W-Wait, that wasn’t in the cards! I’m not his pilot.”
“~ You’re Gri’s friend, so I give you full access. ~”
Trapped. Time to step up. I drew in a shaky breath, heart hammering against my ribs. No turning back now. I nodded.
Grianos clapped his massive hands together with a deep, resonant and squeaky thwack that echoed off the cave walls, his broad grin splitting his face. “That’s the spirit!”
I tilted my head upward, and my stomach flipped. Orkàn loomed even larger up close—towering, ancient, his dark metallic plates gleaming faintly under the bioluminescent veins that pulsed along the cavern ceiling. The saurian mech’s sheer presence pressed down on me like gravity itself had grown teeth. Then, with a soft hydraulic hiss, a series of small, ridged steps unfolded smoothly from his lower leg plates, forming a perfect makeshift ladder.
Thank the gods for small mercies. I gripped the cool metal rungs and climbed, my palms already slick with nervous sweat. The moment I swung myself into the cockpit, the world narrowed. It wasn’t like any vehicle I’d ever been inside. This was pure fighter-jet intimacy: a single, deeply contoured seat wrapped in some kind of adaptive material, the walls curving close enough to brush my shoulders. I half-flopped, half-fell into the seat—and immediately let out a surprised sigh. It was incredibly comfortable. Thick, memory-foam padding molded instantly to my body, cradling every curve and kink like it had been waiting just for me.
A soft mechanical whirr rose around me as holographic controls bloomed to life in glowing amber and teal, interfaces sliding forward on silent actuators. None of it made sense. My pulse thundered in my ears.
“~ Uncharted territory, I take it? ~”
Orkàn’s deep, resonant voice rolled through the cockpit like warm thunder, laced with gentle amusement.
“Y-Yeah…” I swallowed hard, voice cracking. “I don’t exactly get to handle big guys like you every day.”
“~ Not to worry, my friend. I will guide you. ~”
His calm assurance settled over me like a weighted blanket. The tension in my shoulders eased. Emboldened, a mischievous little spark flared in my chest. I leaned closer to the internal comm and whispered, “Hey, Orkàn? How about we hook Gri up to your fans and turn him into a big, round orb?”
A low, delighted chuckle vibrated through the seat beneath me.
“~ Oh? That’s quite playful of you. Then I suggest you hit the ignition buttons on your left. ~”
Grinning, I reached out and pressed the sequence. Deep within Orkàn’s chassis, massive engines rumbled to life. The entire cockpit trembled with raw power as the fans spun up, a low growl building into a throaty roar. I felt every vibration, every surge of air, with shocking clarity—like my senses had suddenly sharpened to razor edges. Activator instincts? Maybe. Whatever it was, instinct took over. No further guidance needed.
A thick, segmented hose uncoiled from a panel on Orkàn’s massive saurian leg, slithering across the cavern floor with serpentine grace. Grianos practically bounced in place, eyes bright with anticipation as he snatched the connector and locked it onto his blowhole valve with an eager click.
The moment the air rushed in, the orca let out a high, delighted squeal that echoed through the cave. His broad flukes began to round out, puffing up smoothly, turning plush and glossy. This time there was no frantic arousal in his expression—just pure, lazy bliss. His eyes fluttered shut, a silly, dopey grin spreading across his muzzle as his body slowly, deeply inflated. The cavern filled with the lewd symphony of stretching latex and rhythmic squeaking. His limbs lengthened and swelled, creaking softly as they grew taut.
“M-More!” Grianos gasped, voice thick with blissful pleasure. “Turn up the RPMs!”
“~ Our orca seems to be enjoying himself, ~” Orkàn observed, his tone warm with amusement. “~ And clearly, so are you. ~”
Heat flooded my face. I was squirming in the seat, painfully hard, my cock throbbing visibly at the sight and sound of Grianos bloating bigger and rounder. I reached for the control knob without thinking and twisted it hard. The fans screamed higher, whistling then howling as they forced even more air into the swelling orca. Grianos ballooned faster now, his body stretching like an overfilled party balloon on a helium tank, limbs beginning to tuck inward as he grew impossibly round.
“So hot…” I breathed, voice hoarse.
Orkàn answered with playful wickedness. Sweet, fragrant exhaust—rich with notes of ozone and warm machinery—suddenly flooded the cockpit in a deliberate, teasing haze. The scent hit me like a drug. My head spun. I twitched, moaned, and then cried out sharply as my orgasm crashed over me without warning, hips jerking as I made a sticky, embarrassing mess across the cockpit floor and control panels.
I slumped back, reeling, lightheaded from the exhaust and the sudden, shattering climax. “Orkàn… you made me make a mess…”
“~ Heh. You should be thanking me. Gri, your friend seems to have enjoyed our session. He is quite the messy one. ~”
Mortified heat burned across my cheeks. Grianos, now so massively round that his limbs were half-swallowed by his bloated body, could only giggle, sound which came out muffled and squeaky. Orkàn’s systems began to power down with a contented hum. Something soft and cool drifted over me—a sleek latex sheet, light as silk but comforting.
“~ Gri’s favorite blankie. Rest for a while, my friend. You two have earned it. Let’s play again soon. ~”
“Orkàn… Gri…” My voice came out small and raw with affection. “You guys are amazing… I love you two so much.”
“~ The feeling is mutual. Sleep well. ~”
I drifted off under the gentle weight of the blanket, wrapped in warmth and the low thrum of Orkàn’s idle systems. When I woke, I was back in my own bed—sheets sticky, body still buzzing with that deep, familiar satisfaction. Another mess to clean up. A familiar happenstance, by now.
IV - Synchronicity
I was nowhere near done with surprises.
I had expected another night of playful indulgence with my new companions, but reality, as always, had other plans. I woke groggy and lightheaded, the world tilting slightly as I sat up. The air smelled of oil, metal, and faint ozone. Blinking, I recognized the sleek lines and lofty ceilings immediately. Firey’s hangar…?
I was definitely in the bunk in his hangar’s side room. A soft squeak accompanied my movement. At first I blamed the bunk beneath me. Then I looked down at my feet. Black. Glossy. Morphic orca feet—broad, powerful, and unmistakably inflatable, complete with that signature shiny latex sheen. My stomach dropped.
That can’t be right.
I lifted my hands. Black palms, strong fingers tipped with smooth, rounded claws. A thick, fluked tail rested heavily behind me on the bunk. I was clearly, undeniably inflatable. It had happened again. The dreamspheres were bleeding into one another. I was clearly Grianos. Panic flickered hot in my chest. The moment it spiked, I felt Firestorm’s systems stirring to life around me.
“~ Pilot? Are you in there? Please come out. ~”
No way. He can’t see me like this.
I scanned the room desperately, but there was nowhere to hide. Firestorm would know anyway. Swallowing my nerves, I pushed myself up—and immediately discovered that walking with a thick, heavy tail and an inflatable body was far more challenging than it looked. I wobbled, flailed, and staggered clumsily out into the main hangar bay. Firestorm’s massive frame loomed above me. His head tilted, crimson optics glowing softly.
“H-Hi, Firey…”
“~ Orca. ~”
“Y-Yeah…” I rubbed the side of my beak, cheeks burning. “I hope you don’t find it weird.”
“~ Do you find it weird? ~”
“N-No…” The truth slipped out easily. “It feels… good.” And it did. Strange at first, yes—but also incredible. For once in my life, I felt genuinely beautiful.
Firestorm extended one of his external cameras. A holographic terminal flickered to life nearby, projecting my reflection. I stared, stunned. I looked almost exactly like Grianos—same morphic orca build, same glossy black latex skin, even the same “special valve” placed like a blowhole on my head. But there were subtle differences: elegant red sigils traced along my tail, glowing faintly. Firestorm later explained they represented my governing elements—water, air and fire—my demonic patron Forneus, and final sigils for toxicity and biohazard, which he suspected symbolized my activator nature and craving for mechanical fluids and exhaust. Around my blowhole valve, tiny warning text was etched in sleek characters: “Exhaust access only.”
“~ If it feels right, then it is right, ~” Firestorm said simply. “~ Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. ~”
“So… it’s okay with you? Having an orca partner?”
“~ You are my partner, no matter what form you take. We should step outside. I bet you are itching to get my engines growling for you. ~”
I couldn’t help the wide, goofy smile that broke across my muzzle. That was so him—stoic and pragmatic one moment, playful and whimsical the next. I loved every contradiction.
“Oh hell yes!”
I made my way over on still-wobbly legs. Once outside, I instinctively reached out with my activator senses, sending gentle electromagnetic pulses through Firestorm’s systems. To my surprise, the energy rippled outward, touching other nearby synths as well. Firestorm responded instantly with a deep, satisfied roar. His powerful engines growled to life, sending thick plumes of rich black exhaust billowing into the open air.
The sight usually hypnotized me. This time, though, a new hunger stirred. After watching Grianos and Orkàn, after becoming this inflatable orca self, I found myself craving that warmth inside me. Jealousy and desire twisted together until I was rock-hard without even realizing it.
Firestorm’s amused voice cut through my haze.
“~ I believe this is the part where you ask for my exhaust, pilot? ~”
“W-What?? I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“~ Clearly your body does, heh heh. ~”
I glanced down. My newly changed white orcan cock had inflated fully, glossy and obvious, bobbing with every heartbeat. “F-Fine,” I muttered, face burning. “Your fault for being too damn sexy, big guy. Hook yourself up to my valve. Let’s not waste any more of your precious warmth, Firey.”
“~ That’s my pilot! ~”
His voice had grown even clearer lately, rich with emotion and personality. A large hose snaked toward me, the connector locking onto my blowhole valve with a firm click. The moment hot diesel exhaust rushed inside, I squealed—loud, squeaky, and shameless. I squirmed wildly as the heat bloomed in my core, pressure building fast. I came hard, multiple times in quick succession, my inflated cock spurting mixed latex-laden air and exhaust across the hangar floor.
For my first time in this body, I swelled to a decent, taut size before the latex began to creak warningly. Firestorm gently cut the flow and lifted my swollen, triple-sized form in his massive hands, petting my glossy, puffed-up body with surprising tenderness.
I protested softly when he moved to remove the hose. “Leave it… please. I want to feel this a little longer.”
He obliged, cradling me as his engines hummed a low, soothing lullaby. Warmth and contentment wrapped around me like a blanket.
“~ You did good, pilot. Don’t worry. I’m sure we can work on that pressure threshold. With practice, you may be able to stretch to my size. ~”
“Hehe, you never know! Then I can hold you and snuggle you like a giant plushie!”
“~ Heh. Wouldn’t you like that! ~”
“Mmmm… yeah, I definitely would! Thanks, Firey… you’re the best.”
His steady vibrations carried me back into peaceful sleep.
I woke up in bed and I just… broke down. I had not cried uncontrollably like this since that night I lost my waking life mate. It seemed like things were falling into place. Nick knew how I felt about orcas. He always joked about how me being a water spirit, about how being deathly afraid of heights yet having no fear of the abyss while diving proved it. I always dismissed it as him teasing me but I did do swimming competitions back in my teens and I was always at ease in water. Perhaps it really was me being in denial of my inner feelings. Perhaps it was him watching over me. Then again, it could simply be my better handling of aether and my acceptance of my demonic nature that made things move forward.
Regardless, I was beginning to feel some sense of peace. I had found some stability and my nightly life made it so that my waking life was more bearable. I went from cursing my life to feeling like the luckiest man alive. I was still missing my mate, however. I felt lonely and hurt. I let no one approach me, out of anger but also denial. I forbade myself to feel attracted to another. If wished someone come along to heal this wound inside me…
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To be continued…?