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It had been nearly a year since the discovery of the Bal'Kar. While the general public still didn't know about this secret species that lurked in the shadows underneath the mountains of the country, but the military did. It was a secret operation that had the tightest lid on it, and so far there was a stalemate between the two factions that kept the alien species from spreading. Of the tightly knit people in the operation, there were scientists as well as military personnel. Ashgar was one of those scientists; he had been involved in the project ever since its inception, when the first Bal'Kar had been discovered and the subsequent spreading. The bear-lizard had quickly grown fascinated by these strange and bizarre creatures, especially since they had started to recently evolve into new aspects to try and integrate into society. They were able to disguise themselves into their previous forms, save for glowing green eyes that they couldn't seem to hide, which was quite the feat considering their true forms were towering, massive monsters that weighed thousands of pounds. It seemed that there was no difference between the two forms, but that had changed with the sighting of a still hulking, but much smaller version of the creature that had been lurking about. That was why Ashgar was sitting in the middle of a glass box that was situated in the middle of a large cave complex, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and his head in the other. It was well past midnight, yet the entire room was filled with researchers such as himself discussing this brand new variant. If it was another mutation in the Bal'Kar species, it meant that the situation had the potential to evolve beyond the point of their ability to contain it. This meant that plans had to be put into place and this new variant had to be studied immediately, instead of a more reasonable time like sometime in the morning. As the meeting continued to drone on it eventually got to the point where the team had to be chosen, and as Ashgar tuned back into the meeting he suddenly realize that it was his name on the list. Considering he was one of the best field agents they had he wasn't shocked that he was being voluntold to do this, but it didn't make his mood any better as he swallowed down the last of his coffee while the meeting was being adjourned. Since he was assigned to it he suddenly had to pay attention, and as he looked at the file that had been given to everyone he saw that it came with pictures. It was a bit grainy, but what he saw was definitely a new version of the Bal'Kar that had never really been seen before. A humanoid Bal'Kar... that certainly was new, Ashgar thought as everyone was dismissed. From what the scouts gathered it was some intermediary that was created for them to fit through smaller areas while also retaining their monstrous nature. It was still a lot of rumor and extrapolation, which was the reason he was being sent out into the field. The Bal'Kar exhibited an intense intelligence that was likely due to the hive mind that they operated on, which was more speculation, which meant any direct contact with them would likely end in disaster. Fortunately there was a work around in all this. Under the intense surveillance they had put the Bal'Kar under, which was how they had discovered this new variant in the first place, they found a few that were attempting to integrate themselves into the various townships that were near the central hive. It was their version of scouting, and while the military could have went in and scooped them up, which would alert the entire hive, they believed that it was far more beneficial to risk them being out and studying their habits. This was one of those times, and Ashgar met up with the team that would attempt to provoke the new variant, dubbed the Bal'thrope, from exposing himself. It turned out the deployment was even more immediate then Ashgar had anticipated, him and the team flying out under the cover of darkness to the target town. They had decided to go after one that was a bit further away from the central hive; not only would this creature probably keep his identity under wraps, and if they provoked a response the hive would take longer to respond. It was also someone that they had under surveillance to see how such isolation worked with these creatures, and while it wasn't the same area where they originally seen the Bal'thrope, they knew that if one Bal'Kar could do it, then they all could. It was Ashgar's responsibility to somehow get the Bal'Kar to display this new form, and even try to coax information out of them through any means necessary. By the time they had all rolled in the sun was starting to rise up over the horizon. They had already gotten a home rented that the group could work out of, picking one that was close to the target. Ashgar was once more prepped on what they had managed to set up for him to make contact, getting him a job at the restaurant that the creature like to frequent. He was also given the name and guise of the Bal'kar in question, and other than that the rest was up to him. There would be no way to protect himself in case the Bal'Kar attempted to go after him, Ashgar couldn't exactly wear a hazmat suit while in the middle of the city. Instead Ashgar found himself wearing a paper hat and standing behind the counter of the pasta bar, trying not to sigh as he waited to make contact. Definitely not the most glamorous part of the job, but unless he wanted to just show up at the guy's house and try to act the good neighbor, he needed to have a point of contact that was more natural. That meant taking orders while waiting for the creature to get hungry, though from the research he had done there was a bit of debate on whether they actually needed to eat. At least this one partook of the ritual given the data they had already collected on him, and as it started to get dark outside he finally saw his mark enter into the establishment. "Welcome to the noodles n' stuff," Ashgar said, putting on his best low-paid but trying cashier look as the draconic sabrewolf made his way up to the counter. "Home of the all you can eat noodle bowl, how can we stuff you today?" There were a few tense moments as those unnaturally green eyes looked at Ashgar, but then they quickly drifted up towards the menu that was above. "I think I'll take... a number four... and a number eight..." Ashgar just nodded and put the order in, though as he was about to hit enter the other hybrid just kept going. "Two number nines... and an extra large number six. Oh, and a large drink." This time it was Ashgar that had paused, but he quickly recovered and shook his head before ringing everything up and giving him the price. "That's quite the order," Ashgar commented as he watched the otehr man take his card and scan it. "Can I get a name?" "Serathin," the draconic sabrewolf replied, a slight smirk on his face as he put his wallet back. "You must be new, I come here quite a bit and haven't seen another hybrid working these parts." "I just moved here," Ashgar replied, feeling his heart pound in his chest while he attempted to keep the disguised creature's interest. At this point it was crucial that he attempt to integrate himself; if he could somehow earn Serathin's trust then it was possible that he might want to bring him into the fold, and though it was a risky proposition he could potentially still back out with the information he needed as he handed him the receipt. "I'm still trying to get my bearings on this new place, other than landing this job I haven't really had time to do anything else or meet new people." "Oh, are you here by yourself?" Serathin asked, Ashgar quickly nodding to establish himself as the perfect bait for this type of creature. "Well then, it wouldn't do to just leave you out in the cold. Give me a call sometime and we'll hang out." Inwardly Ashgar breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Serathin write down his number before handing it to him. In reality he already had it along with all the banking information he just used to pay for his meal, but he needed a reason for him to have it in his possession. About twenty minutes later Serathin's food was ready, and though the bear-lizard would have loved to establish more of a connection, there were other customers that entered into the building. Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, Ashgar knew better than to push too hard and break his cover, even if it meant dealing with other people as his ursine snout twitched in annoyance at being asked for the twelfth time what the shrimp noodle bowl came with. The rest of the shift went by uneventfully, and eventually he took the apron off his light blue fur and put it into the locker. Ashgar grumbled that he had better get paid for the day of doing that as he made his way back to the safe house, where he would wait a day to call the hybrid. The Bal'Kar knew that the military were onto them, so this part was the most delicate of the operation. If he was discovered then the creature would slip away and likely inform the others that they were trying to make contact, or just attempt to assimilate the research team to find out what they wanted. Since things like plasma weapons and high tech surveillance equipment could potentially reveal their intentions the group came with only a few actual soldiers, and none of them would accompany Ashgar when he made contact again. Ashgar waited until the next day to contact the target, which was picked up on the second ring. It didn't take long for him to arrange some time for them to go out, Serathin offering to show a few places that he enjoyed that he would be willing to share with with the lizard-bear. By the time he was finished they had a plan, something that he could use to finesse more time and contact with the disguised Bal'Kar. Though it was dangerous to make contact with such creatures, what they needed was very specific and would require the monster to reveal himself in a very specific way. That meant potentially exposing himself, but at least Ashgar knew that this one wouldn't do the same if he wanted to keep his life here. He knew that they didn't actually care about their former selves, but it was a good cover while they continued to infiltrate and try to expand their hive. The threat of the Bal'Kar was very real, but for the moment they wouldn't move without the military blowing them all up. On the flip side, if the military moved on the hive, they would likely scatter and begin infesting at a rate that would require far more drastic measures to contain them. The military might win, but the collateral damage would be catastrophic. Which was why he was working in a noodle bar while trying to keep making contact with the draconic sabrewolf. It only took about a week before he had finally made friends with Serathin, aided by the fact that he was in there ordering practically every day. When he finally found it time to move on they started to hang out more after work, and eventually he got the invite to head to his place. Finally some time where they would be on the other hybrid's home terf, something Ashgar hoped would prompt Serathin to relax and let down his guard... as well as maybe his guise. Despite having been trained for this, Ashgar could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he went up to the loft apartment that housed the dangerous creature. When he rode up the elevator and entered into the converted warehouse, he found that this type of building made sense for a creature such as him. With being thousands of pounds despite looking like a normal person, he needed a space that would be able to hold his weight without a lot of retrofitting. These places were built to hold tons of cargo, and at that moment it was for one Bal'Kar as he walked inside. "Huh... he's a gamer," Ashgar said as he walked in, looking around at the rather large space. It certainly wasn't well furnished, save for the kitchen appliances that were in one corner, the computer set up in the other, and the bed that was at the back end. Everything was exposed, and given the room it was possible that he would have the space to revert to his true form. It was quite the set-up, everything a monster needed to stay in the shadows as he saw the one-way glass. But those thoughts were quickly shifted to the task at hand as Serathin walked forward with drinks in hand. "Welcome to my humble abode," Serathin greeted as he handed Ashgar one of them. "It's not much, but I certainly call it home. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." "Thanks," Ashgar replied, sipping the beverage as he went over to the couch. "After how busy it's been at the restaurant, I could certainly use a bit of a break." Serathin just nodded and went to the kitchen to make the promised dinner. As Ashgar continued to drink he watched the television show that had been put on, the two making small talk about their day and what they were going to do after the meal. As the minutes ticked away the initial anxiety for wandering into the beast's den had started to subside, replaced with a feeling of relaxation. It was almost more relaxed than he had initially thought, and as he began to sink back further on the couch he could hear the sound of Serathin approaching. When Ashgar didn't see Serathin enter his field of vision, he slowly turned his head to see why he had stopped short. "Thought I would slip into something a little more comfortable," Serathin said as Ashgar's jaw dropped slightly at seeing the naked draconic sabrewolf standing there. "Would you like another drink?" "What... in the..." Ashgar replied, and as he attempted to get up he found his body not responding to the panic that he knew he should be having. Though his senses and thoughts are as sharp as ever, he found his brain reacting in a way that it shouldn't, especially since he found his reaction to be arousal instead of fear. "What did you do to me?" "Just slipped you a bit of extract," Serathin said with a grin. "I could sense your natural curiosity towards my kind, and if you think we don't have someone in your organization to feed us information then you are adorably naive. We've known that you were going to be here before you did, the only question I have is why you are here in the first place." Ashgar could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to watch the other man slowly move towards him. There was a leak in the organization, someone feeding the Bal'Kar information that wasn't converted. Most times when someone made contact like that it resulted in them becoming a monster themselves, and they had rather strict protocol to make sure people aren't converted without them knowing. The other thing that Ashgar realized was that with Serathin exposing himself and telling him this, it meant that the draconic sabrewolf had no intention of just letting him go with that information. Yet despite all those realizations Ashgar continued to find himself unable to try and do anything to stop this. There were protocols in place that he could do to at least warn the others that he had been compromised, but as he continued to sit there those thoughts evaporated the second that they tried to form. He knew of what happened when others were exposed to extract; they wouldn't transform, but they would start to instinctively seek out the Bal'Kar to join the hive fully. While he wasn't sure how much had been slipped to him, he at least still had his wits about him to back away slightly when Serathin approached. As those green eyes continued to bore into him, Ashgar realized that the question that Serathin asked still lingered in the air. "I'm... here because of a new variant of your kind that was discovered," Ashgar said finally. "I was supposed to be here to try and provoke that form in you." "So... they found out about the variant," Serathin replied after a second of musing, the grin on his face curling up even more. "I had quite the help in that, if I may say. You do realize if they sent you here to try and find it that they don't expect you to return, or they had far more faith in your abilities than they should." Ashgar frowned slightly at that, but he knew that the disguised Bal'Kar was correct. These types of missions were often fact-finding to the point where the researcher would be lost, but he had always hoped that he could get out of this without being changed. Things like getting slipped extract or hypnotized by the controller tentacles was always possible. The truth of the matter was that he always knew that he was expendable to the military, but since Serathin knew why he was there, it was very likely that he had already planned ahead to prevent them from reporting anything back. "I think that we can certainly indulge in your curiosity," Serathin informed, Ashgar gasping slightly as his foot trailed up his thigh and showed his wiggling toes. "As long as you tell me everything that your little organization knows, of course. Since you already know that we can just convert you to get that knowledge, you may as well enlighten me while we get ready." It was clear that Serathin was enjoying having him ensnared like this, and as his foot paw gripped his pants and slowly undid the belt he saw the toes move with similar dexterity to fingers. Since Ashgar knew that what the other man spoke was true, he decided to share what information he had about the Bal'thrope project that he had been assigned to. By the time he had finished he had gotten completely naked, which had become a welcome respite as the extract had caused his body temperature to elevate. That wasn't the only thing either, Ashgar blushing slightly despite himself as he was getting hard as well. "Nothing wrong with that," Serathin replied as he leaned in, closing the space between them even more. "I imagine that was probably one of your plans of attack to get me to reveal myself, given our nature. Perhaps I shouldn't have given up the ghost so quickly, I would have enjoyed seeing you attempting to seduce a Bal'Kar without becoming one yourself." "I imagine you would have liked that very much," Ashgar replied defiantly. "It doesn't mean that we can't have something similar in nature," Serathin stated. "Just because you know your fate doesn't mean we can't have a lot of fun getting there, and you can see what you came here for." Ashgar's breath caught in his throat as those clawed fingers played with the thick fur of his chest, slowly drifting up to caress against his ursine muzzle. "I am quite the fan of the slow transformation, both for myself and anyone that I managed to ensnare in my tentacles." The hot breath of the draonic sabrewold rolled over him as their muzzles got close, teasing at contact before drifting back. Even with the promise that Ashgar was going to become just like the one in front of him, the lustful promise that was being given to him causing his breath to catch in his throat. Anyone in the research department would say that they had to have a fascination with these species to do their work, but the idea of seeing one in front of him was causing his body to get excited in ways he hadn't comprehended before. It was easy to blame the extract, or the fact there was a naked man in front of him slowly caressing his body, but in reality he knew that this would have always been the outcome of his work. As Serathin leaned forward Ashgar suddenly felt something caress his back that wasn't the two hands of the draconic sabrewolf, causing him to shudder slightly as he saw the tentacle that had emerged from Serathin's shoulder. "I suppose I should ask," Serathin said as a second one emerged, the two of them hovering over the bear-lizard. "Have you seen a proper Bal'kar before?" "Only in pictures," Ashgar admitted, blushing slightly as he felt his lusts rising even more as Serathin sat blatantly into his chest. "Then you're going to be in for a treat," Serathin replied with a chuckle. "But I'm going to ease you into it, especially if you have been looking into the Bal'thrope variant. Now just relax and let me take care of you... or you can try to run, I do so love a chase." The playful growl that escaped from Serathin's throat indicated that he was only being half-serious, but the predatory gleam in those shining eyes showed that he meant business. Even if he had the mind to leave Ashgar knew that it wouldn't matter; with him being compromised, even if he managed to escape, he knew the research department would just quarantine him indefinitely. It was something that he found was a slight problem when it came to having people be honest about their potential exposure, but either way he was too ensnared to really care. At this point he could only delay the inevitable, and if that was the case then he may as well have a bit of fun and sate his curiosity in the process. As the breathing of both creatures grew heavier, Ashgar leaned back and allowed the other hybrid to start taking off his clothing. Ironically this was where he had thought he might be by the time the night was over, only without his cover blown in the process. He wondered if perhaps Serathin would not convert him, perhaps leaving him to spy for the Bal'Kar. Clearly there were others in the organization that were doing the same, but as he felt his underwear getting pulled down and saw the muzzle of the draocnic sabrewolf dripping with green it was growing unlikely. Once Serathin had finished disrobing Ashgar, their bodies once more pressed to gether, this time far more intimately than before. The feeling of fur against fur was electrifying; Ashgar had never felt like that when he was touched by another, and he suspected that the small amount of extract he had ingested was helping with that. The bear-lizard could feel his maleness starting to stiffen as the one that belonged to the draocnic sabrewolf was already starting to push into his stomach, causing both to gasp as their lips brushed against one another. This one was not concerned about converting him quick, though as he felt Serathin's stomach starting to bulge he could feel his own gurgling in response. Ashgar looked down between them in question, and when he did he could see that the changes had already started for Serathin. He could see bulges in the stomach of the one on top of him, and realized that the creature was already starting to form eggs in his stomach. Those would eventually be inside of him, but as his gaze was brought back up to lock eyes he had the feeling that it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. This one was eager to tease, to draw out the lusts that were being shared between the two of them as their muzzles finally pressed against one another. Even though the body of the disguised Bal'Kar could easily crush him, Serathin clearly knew how to brace his weight on the reinforced couch to make sure that didn't happen. "Scared?" Serathin asked once they had broke the kiss, Ashgar realizing that his nose was starting to meld into his inflating jaws, the lips turning black and the tip of his tongue glowing green. "You're about to get a first-hand experience with a monster." "Seems like you have everything under control," Ashgar replied, though he swallowed hard despite the resolve he attempted to project. "It won't be later on," Serathin warned, flashing his sharpening teeth with more green goo starting to drip from his expanding jaws. "But by that point it won't matter to you." "Then show me," Ashgar demanded, putting his hands on the furry hips of the draconic sabrewolf. "You said you could become a Bal'thrope, I want to see it." Serathin gave Ashgar a wink as the green glow in his irises was already starting to spread out, bleeding into the whites while he continued to press their bodies together. The bear-lizard could already feel his own lips starting to tingle from their first kiss, and that was just with their muzzles touching while making out for a bit. He wasn't transforming yet, at least not what he could sense, but as the tingling was spreading out into his tongue and muzzle it was making him wonder. His tongue was starting to feel a bit thicker, feeling it swell slightly in his mouth as he felt something coil around his cock and draw the tip upwards towards that furry rear. Even with Serathin starting to grow bigger, the draconic sabrewolf leaned back and let the throbbing member push down into his tailhole. At this point it slipped in easily, and when Ashgar looked over the other man's shoulder he saw that the tail of the other hybrid had started to swell. The eggs that he knew were forming in the hybrid, developing within the creature that was growing before him. At this point there would normally be a writing mass of tentacles and a monster forming that would fill out quite a bit of this space, yet as he continued to feel his body heat rising the other man continued to remain relatively the same size. Serathin explained that the Bal'thrope form was useful for converting people in tight spaces; developed originally to take over bunkers, basements, and other small areas that people might flee into. While the Bal'Kar probably wouldn't mind destroying buildings or things, there were times when tact and infiltration was key. As he continued to explain the potential benefits Ashgar could see the fur around Serathin's groin merging and melting together while the shiny black spread. At this point the bear-lizard could feel a glowing green light on him, the glow coming from the two controller tentacle's eyes that were staring down at him. The lust had already been rising between the two of them, and the continued exposure was causing Ashgar to pant heavily. Any idea of potentially running had all but dissolved away, replaced with the need for pleasure as another set of tentacles emerged from just underneath Serathin's arms. There was no escape at this point, and it was unlikely that he was going to be heading back to the fold at this point now for sure. It was possible that they might go after his team, but it was likely that the only thing the mutating creature wanted was the information on why he was there. With Serathin's, and by extension the rest of the hive, satiated, that meant there was no more use for Ashgar as he was. That meant induction; it would bring the hybrid into the fold and provide even more insights, plus continue to cripple the military's scouting program. None of that really mattered at the moment though, all Ashgar could do was continue to stare at the heavy, shiny cock that was continuing to grow before his eyes. Though it was getting rather large, it was still not the size like he had seen as he felt his ears burning from remembering the monster members that the others had. But as Serathin stepped forward it was clear what the slowly transforming creature wanted, and as Ashgar felt the clawed hands rub against the blue hued fur of his cheeks he was slowly getting beckoned forward. Ashgar wondered if he could still have potentially escaped at this point; Serathin had mentioned that the extract slipped to him wouldn't have been enough to transform him. But the two tentacles that had formed out of the growing creature's sides wrapped around his wrists and pulled his arms up, he could feel more of it starting to seep into his fur. If there was even a chance that he could have tried to run it had quickly dwindled down to zero, not that he had any intention of trying to escape. "You want to become a Bal'thrope with me?" Serathin asked, Ashgar swallowing hard as he found himself nodding his head in response. "Then just go with the flow, let me warp and shape your body, and you'll see. This type of form is hard for someone just transforming, but I can make sure that you get exactly what you want." Ashgar once more just gave a small nod, and as he continued to feel those fingers gripping his head, they began to lengthen and slither through his fur. More of the draconic sabrewolf's face was rippling and expanding, but unlike the normal transformation of the monster, his was retaining more of its features. The fur was quickly becoming alien flesh, and as two tendrils wrapped around his ursine jaws he felt them getting slowly opened. Despite the tugging sensation, Serathin proved to have quite the dexterity to them as Ashgar saw something glowing slip out of his mouth. The next second Ashgar let out a muffled groan as that long, serpentine tongue slipped its way past his lips and spread out his jaws even more. It was far bigger an appendage than anything normal, but as it continued to push deeper into his maw, he could feel his jaws stretching unnaturally to accommodate. With more of the green goo dripping out of Serathin's muzzle it was liking dripping into his, which had likely started his transformation into a creature similar to the one that stood before him. It was past the point of no return, but as his eyes began to glimmer with a green hue to it. Already the tendrils of influence had begun to worm its way into Ashgar's mind, tendrils of psychic energy that had been wiggling in ever since the controller tentacles had focused their gaze on him. As the bizarre kiss continued and the tongue made his way further back, Ashgar managed to notice that the tentacles being presented to him looked... different. They were sleeker and more streamlined than what he usually saw in the pictures, but that was quickly becoming the least of his concerns as he began to get pushed back into the couch. by the slowly descending weight of the other creature. But none of that mattered to the bear-lizard anymore, the only thing he could find himself able to focus on the growing sensations of pleasure and the stretching of his mouth and neck from the tongue slithering inside. Ashgar's fingers dug into the fake leather of the cushion as he could feel more happening to his mouth, while at the same time continued to derive more pleasure from his own tongue and throat. It was like everything was becoming one large erogenous zone, the pumping tongue causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. His head was pushed back against the back of the couch, hearing the creak of the metal that was hidden underneath the cushions to support the Bal'Kar. Even though he was being overwhelmed by lust, the analytical part of Ashgar's mind managed to comprehend that the usual mass of tentacles that most would be buried under were not happening to him. As he felt Serathin's face slowly pulling away from him, but even when his presence was leaving, Ashgar found that the tongue remained pushed down into his throat. As his neck muscles continued to squeeze and ripple against it, the hybrid opened his eyes to see what was happening. The gasp that had attempted to escape turned into a loud gurgle as the visage he stared at was not the draconic sabrewolf; while the saber teeth remained along with his general shape, the creature that was stretching out his throat was much more alien in nature. The solid glowing green eyes stared into his as the last of the fur was assimilated into the smooth, shiny black flesh that had completely overtaken his body. Though Ashgar braced himself for the eggs that would normally be coming when a slurper was this far down someone, instead he found it pulling back out instead. The tentacles that had been holding up the hybrid's arms were continuing to coil down his arms, eventually reaching the elbows while a second set from his back had began to coil around his waist, which kept him from moving. At this point Serathin had revealed more of his true form, the horns softening and turning to tentacles while another pair of thin whisker-like ones dropped down from his nostrils. It was the form of the Bal'Kar... and yet, there was still somewhat humanoid features even as his form began to grow bigger and more tentacular. But as Ashgar continued to watch the creature slowly swaying back and forth, the mostly alien and vaguely draconic sabrewolf creature staring back at him. When he tried to say something he found his tongue flopping out of his already stretched jaws. Though he knew that he was transforming, he hadn't realized just how much his mouth had changed. He was already infected, tainted by the Bal'kar in body and mind... ...so that meant that he could at least enjoy himself. The growing monster once more shifted his position, the tentacles pulling the hybrid up into a sitting position. Though only his head was mutating at the moment, Ashgar could feel it already starting to push down towards his neck. The transformation was rather slow; it was what Serathin had promised him, and whatever he had done was causing the usual raging mutations to be a slow burn. It was clear that the other creature wanted him to experience every second of his metamorphosis, and with his inhibitions and worries drawn out of him by the controllers, it made it all the better as he began to feel his neck muscles thickening and his shoulders growing broader. This would not be the explosive transformation into a massive monster... though he knew that he would have that soon enough once they were done here. For the moment though, it was all about the new form that Ashgar had been sent here to retrieve. Technically he was doing what he was supposed to, the bear-lizard thought, and as Serathin let out a chuckle as well he realized that their thoughts were starting to mingle. Just one of the benefits of being a Bal'Kar, and as the growing creature on top of him sat upright he was about to experience another. Though he was staring to get bigger and feel his spine stretching, Serathin had already gained several feet on height on him already, which allowed for his cock to be right in front of his face. Ashgar quickly gathered why Serathin had started to change his maw first, looking up to see the smirk on his alien face while several tentacles wrapped around his throat or head. With the increase in size and girth the hybrid wouldn't have even gotten the head into his jaws without dislocating something, but as he found his maw opening almost instinctively at the sight of the huge tool, he found them stretching like a snake would. As he did he managed to catch a reflection of himself on the nearby television, and the sight would have almost caused him to jump if he hadn't been so saturated with lust. The bear-lizard found that his teeth had sharpened considerably and his tongue was a bright green, the hallmarks of Bal'Kar corruption as his irises began to glow with a green tint. But the infection had already rooted in Ashgar's mind, even his rational side knew that he had long since passed the point of no return. There was a certain joy in that, a surreal feeling of euphoria enveloping his senses at the idea of becoming a monster. As his corrupted side embraced the sensations he used his prehensile tongue to wrap around the throbbing shaft, the shiny black skin glimmering in the light as he drew it into his maw. At the moment the changes to his body were still mostly superficial and confined to his head, but as soon as the tip pushed past his blackening lips he could already feel more changes starting to erupt. As the thick cock pushed into to his waiting maw, Ashgar's entire body convulsed from the powerful pleasure that rocked his entire system. At that point the black flesh of the Bal'Kar had only started to creep up his muzzle, but as his skull began to feel like it was inflating he could feel the assimilation starting to spread more rapidly. The combination of submission and pleasure only added the corruption filtering through his body, feeling the warmth that had been in his head surge down towards his groin. As the breeder tool continued to push its way deeper into his mutated maw, he saw the base of his own wiggling maleness thicken considerably as the flesh began to darken. The feelings were so overwhelming that his hands shot from the couch to his cock, sliding between the bloated thighs of the one on top of him to stroke his maleness. It had already become completely erect during their make-out session, and the more of Serathin that was pushed into him, the more his own seemed to surge with growth. It was starting to grow heavy in his palms as he stroked the increasingly sensitive flesh, and as pre dripped from the tip it was already a neon green just like the drool coming from his stretched out lips. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming, but even as it built up inside of him, he found that his orgasm was just as far away as when it had started. When Ashgar managed to focus back on the Bal'Kar, he could see the smirk that slightly revealed the sharp teeth of the other male. It was a machination of the monster to make sure that his first climax would be in his new form, plus the transforming hybrid gained a sense that if he did cum it would hasten the changes that they were trying to keep slow. It was proving to be a rather impressive feat of restraint; Ashgar had seen videos of what happened when one of their cocks infiltrated someone not of their species, one second they were moaning and writhing, the next they had their entire form consumed in tentacles that slithered out of them like a nest of snakes. As Serathin began to push his hips forward, the changes on Ashgar's head were reaching critical mass. Every inch of the Bal'Kar cock that pushed into him caused his muzzle to stretch out, though just like with the draconic sabrewolf it was retaining a similar shape to his ursine muzzle even as the shiny black flesh completely coated it. A loud gurgling moan managed to slip past the throbbing shaft as he could feel his ears melting into his head, his eyes rolling back while two tentacles sprouted from his upper jaw that crackled with new energy. As his skull softened and expanded, Ashgar could feel the changes rippling downward with the cock that had pushed easily into his throat. A mental string of lust that connected the two together vibrated, Serathin warning that this next part could get a little disorienting as his hands gripped the sides of Ashgar's increasingly monstrous head. He wasn't quite sure what that meant, his thoughts being hindered by their dissolution in the heady fog of lust, but as the transformation swept down to his chest and shoulders he began to feel something pushing out the fur of his back. The sudden feeling of something trying to burst out of his shoulder blades caused him to lean forward, further impaling him on the breeding tool that was starting to flare out at the base like some obscene not. Ashgar was quickly hit with two simultaneous bursts of pleasure as he could feel every inch of the tentacles emerging out of his back, his already distended jaws stretching even further as his body shuddered from the insertion, watching the shiny black groin and that large bulge pushing slowly towards him. Ashgar didn't need the psychic tendrils to tell him what it was, his throat muscles instinctively flexing as he could sense the egg inside Serathin's cock slipping towards him. They were one of the many that were in the creature's tail, though with keeping the humanoid build he could see the other man's stomach area being slightly distended as well. Through their link Serathin told him that it had been a while since he had properly laid in another, and it was too risky to create a nest as far away as he worked from the collective hive. Given the government had sent Ashgar to this location and already was aware of his nature, it proved that caution was key as the bulge pushed its way down and slipped into the rubbery maw of the one sucking him off. Though his gag reflex had long since been obliterated, Ashgar let out a gulping noise and grabbed onto the hips of the Bal'thrope as the egg pushed its way inside. Though his head was mutated enough to take it, as the object pushed its way down into his body he could feel every inch of it. Had the cock bulging out his neck not already started mutating his insides he wouldn't know if he could take it, but as he felt his new slurper tongue wrap around behind it and guide it in he felt only pleasure from it. It didn't take long before it was drawn into his stomach, the bulge making him almost look pregnant as it pushed out the still unadulterated fur that was just above his two foot long dick. The entire time Ashgar had been stroking himself off, feeling his cock grow bigger with every thrust from the one above him. At this point it was just as monstrous as the one that was stretching out his neck, and as the sensations spread he could feel the fur of his groin melting and morphing just like what had happened to his head. Once more his gaze shifted to the reflection he could see, which showed his mostly bear-lizard body with a huge alien dick and head that was getting thrust into by the one on top of him. Just as his rubbery skull was being bulged out, Serathin quickly pulled back, leaving the egg inside of him as several feet of Bal'Kar dick slid out of his gaping maw. Though he panted a little bit, Ashgar knew that he no longer needed to breathe as he could still feel his insides shifting. The Bal'Kar mutation was spreading inside him faster, especially with the egg radiating warmth from his slightly bloated belly. As he took his hands off of his massive member he saw that the palms had turned completely black, though instead of the usual change of his fingers merging together and becoming Basher tentacles, they were starting to separately elongate. They were just like the ones that had been slithering around the back of his head, and as he looked to Serathin he saw them curl around while the completely transformed monster stood back on his huge paws. It was the first time that Ashgar got a really good look at what a Bal'Thrope looked like, still feeling the tentacles from the back and sides of the creature slithering around him. What stood before him was quite the fusion of humanoid and monster, standing on two legs instead of the usual nest of tentacles that the Bal'Kar had underneath them. His fingers and toes still moved unnaturally, much like his own as he could see the fur turning black on his own digits. As they started to stretch as well, the mutating hybrid was suddenly lifted up, the tentacles proving to be quite strong as they managed to bring him closer even while his form was growing larger and heavier. "I should mention that this form can not be held up indefinitely," Serathin explained through their new connection, their bodies being held together. Though the fully formed Bal'thrope was much bigger than him, standing about twelve to fifteen feet tall in Ashgar's estimations, he was finding his own form was starting to stretch along his chest and midsection while the muscles bloated with new growth. "You will become a full Bal'kar eventually, but as one of the architects for this new form you will last longer than most." "So I can't just stay a Bal'thrope?" Ashgar asked, his body shuddering in lust as he managed to communicate mentally for the first time. "Unfortunately no," Serathin responded with a chuckle. "But if you enjoy the form as much as I have been, I can teach you how to maintain it for longer times. It can also be used in the case of a relapse for emergencies, though it won't quite scratch the itch that comes with fully letting the monster out." Ashgar nodded, though as they continued to communicate he could feel his entire body start to practically vibrate. The transformation was reaching a fevered pitch; even with the Bal'thrope holding it back, he could tell that the corrupted parts of his form were ready to wash over the rest of him like wildfire. The monster that had formed inside was practically begging to be released, spurred on by the egg that was radiating more of the mutating energy like the creature in front of him. It was time for Ashgar's rebirth, and he could sense through their connection that they would be fully utilizing these different forms to make it happen. Suddenly Ashgar was pushed back into a wall, feeling the masonry crack from the force of the weight of the two monsters hitting it, even with Serathin pulling back on impact while using his tentacles to pull Ashgar's arms up over his head. The bigger creature still had several feet on him, which he was keen to use as two tentacles at the Bal'thrope's waist coiled around his ankles and pulled them towards his hips. Already he could feel the unnatural stretch that his in his limbs, pulling and contorting in ways that probably wouldn't have been possible while their huge cocks slithered around each other. The feeling of frotting with neither hand touching was causing Ashgar to start to lose control, and as he let out a loud, deep growl, his chest heaved and two tentacles pushed out of the thick fur of his chest. That fur quickly began to melt and twist like tar, starting around his growing pectorals and quickly spreading outwards just like around his head and groin. The time for demonstration was over; Serathin was ready to claim his prize, and Ashgar was ready to delve into this brand new world. His internals had already largely been corrupted by the egg and slime introduced into his system, which allowed the monster cock that slithered between his legs to spread open his tailhole easily, and as his stomach continued to inflate he could feel the rest of his body conforming around it. His tail was also starting to swell at the base, ready to receive more from the one that was changing him as their body slid against one another. Any semblance that this would be anything but two monsters in a fierce rut were quickly pushed aside as Serathin's jaws stretched wide, teeth dripping with green goo as they lunged straight for Ashgar's head. For anyone else it would have been a terrifying sight, but for the one pinned against the wall he found his own mutated maw doing the same thing. As they pressed together in the disturbing kiss Ashgar felt the weight of the creature pressing harder on him, but it was starting to be resisted by his own growing form. He could feel his mass expanding even in his half-formed state, his body starting to bow the wall slightly as Serathin's cock pumped into him, the base already swelling with more eggs just like his tongue. All Ashgar could do was thrash and snarl as his mind was overwhelmed; the tendrils that had been slithering their way and changing the very root of his being were blooming, spreading and corrupting everything in its path to the Bal'Kar mindset. Even though he had already accepted his fate as a monster it didn't prepare him for the new instincts that flooded his system; the need to spread, the desire to destroy and create everything into a nest, and especially the intense desire to breed. With his body twisting and warping into its new shape it took every ounce of concentration for Ashgar not to slip into lustful insanity, especially as a surge of growth caused every inch of his form to stretch and caused new tentacles to emerge. The new appendages were quickly enveloped by those from the other Bal'thrope, causing even more stimulation in his convulsing body while being plowed into. With every pump of the cock inside of him, Ashgar could feel more eggs sliding into his stomach and tail, though with his bulked up body he was losing them in his new body. The heavy bulge in his stomach stretched and flattened while rubbing up against the other monster, only occasionally being pushed out by the tip of the creature inside of him. Even as he continued to quiver from the pulling of his muscles and bones Ashgar found his own desires manifesting, feeling his huge breeding tool snaking around and sliding between the shiny black globes underneath Serathin's abdomen tail. The insertion and pleasure that came from Ashgar's cock thrusting into the other Bal'thrope only spurred Serathin further, pulling back as metal reinforcements in the wall began to bend and shifting both of them to the floor. As Ashgar landed on his back he could feel the tentacles that had grown out there immediately slither around and coil against the one on top of him, whose weight could be much better handled in this new form. Somewhere in the back of his mind he gathered that the other monster had likely planned it that way so he wasn't crushed earlier, instead he felt the new strength and resilience that came with being completely assimilated able to easily handle everything. Though there was no reflection nearby, Ashgar didn't need it anymore as he green eyes met with the ones that were locked onto him. In the next second he was no longer staring at the Bal'thrope on the ceiling, he was staring at the one that was on the floor. With their cock both inside one another and tentacles wrapped against all manner of body parts, it was the only thing to indicate to Ashgar that he was looking through Serathin's eyes. What he saw was impressive; his own head had remained somewhat the same shape as his previous form, but with several tentacles protruding from the muzzle and cheeks. With their monstrous kiss finished and slurper tongues no longer embedded in one another, he was also able to see that the rest of his body had quickly followed suit with what little fur he had left being subsumed. Everything about him was Bal'Kar, yet Ashgar could see see some semblances of his old self in his body as the rutting continued. He could see and feel from both bodies as eggs flowed freely between them, being pushed through their tongues and their cocks into one another as the clutch between them grew. It wouldn't be long before their full form was unleashed, and already he could feel his tail bloating out even more as green slime drooled from the tips of both. The eggs that were being stored in their tails could be deposited through the opening, an interesting mutation considering most of the time Bal'Kar only had their abdomen and the tendril lined orifice. It was something that had come from the fact that Serathin had a tailmaw, the former hybrid suddenly finding the information bubbling up in his mind, and would only remain if he wanted it. At the moment Ashgar didn't really care; after glancing over his monstrous but still humanoid body, his consciousness retreated back into his own body that was being practically pounded into the floor. Soon the two began to roll around as the intense coupling continued, with Ashgar hitting a rolling orgasm that grew more intense with every egg that entered and left his body. It was like his body had merely become a conduit for the powerful lust that flowed through both of them before being dispersed through the Bal'Kar lust web, which had the others roiling in their locations from the stimulation that they all shared. Eventually it all came crashing down with a final burst of eggs and slime, with the two once more engaging in the vicious kiss to muffle the sounds of their screeching and chittering. Even though Serathin had been assured there was no one else living in the building they had to be careful, especially with Asghar's team potentially waiting in the wings. It was hard for either of them to care, however, as they became enveloped in a pool of their own extract as tentacles thrashed about in a frenzy of euphoric activity. As Ashgar felt the eggs inside him start to push towards his various orifices once more, however, he felt his sacs begin to compress as his body began to shrink. "Can't risk going full Bal'Kar," Serathin stated, this time with his own voice once their jaws unlatched from one another. "If you think the frenzy was intense in those forms, it becomes only greater when in our true bodies. We'll have things to do before it would be safe to do that." Ashgar had a hard time even forming words from the feelings of ecstasy that were still thrumming through his new, interconnected mind. The chorus of voices that had joined his otherwise solo state would take some time to filter out, but eventually he regained enough sense of self that he could think as his fur sprouted through the alien flesh once more. "Well, at least I got to see the Bal'thrope up close and personal," Ashgar joked. "So what do we do now?" "Well, you were part of a scientific endeavor," Serathin pointed out, his grin stretching on his muzzle even as it returned to normal. "I think it's time you reported your success to the rest of your team, don't you?" ******************** Several blocks away in the small house that they had rented, the rest of Ashgar's group continued to type away on the computers they had brought with them. The room was quiet save for the typing of their fingers, so when the door had opened the two that shared the bedroom they had converted into an office could hear it. "Ashgar is back a bit early," the cheetah said as he looked at his watch. "I'm guessing he struck out." "Or the draconic sabrewolf is faster than we thought," the bull on the other side of the desk replied, the two snickering as he stood up. "Well, Danny is in the living room and can debrief him. I'm thinking that it's Chinese food tonight, what about you?" "After all the pasta that we got from Ashgar's job?" the cheetah said as he leaned back. "I'll take anything that's not a noodle." The bull snorted at that before grabbing his phone and leaving the room to make the call. As the feline switched from his work station to his secret gaming desktop he could hear Ashgar and Danny talking, though their voices were too muffled to hear what was going on. He silently hoped that the bear-lizard had been successful so they could move things along to the next step, which was actually exposing this new variant and recording it. Then they could go back home and he could play games proper on his actual rig instead of the cheap laptop that their work had given them. After about ten minutes of playing the cheetah looked up and noticed that his companion had not returned, and as he pulled out his earphones he was greeted with a silence he wasn't expecting. "Hey guys, what's going on?" the cheetah called out, slowly standing up when he got no response. "Hey, this better not be some sort of joke, you dumb cow, otherwise I'm going to be-" The feline let out a yelp as Ashgar suddenly leaned into view, looking at him from the doorway with a grin on his face. "What's up?" Ashgar asked. "Oh, I was just wondering what was going on with the food." The cheetah replied as he stood up from his chair, only to stop when he saw activity behind the bear's head. The bedroom had a line of sight to the nearby bathroom, and when he looked inside he saw that the draconic sabrewolf they had been tracking was standing there, pinning the bull to the wall while shoving his tongue the throat of the other man. "Oh gods, no..." The cheetah immediately went for his computer to try and send a distress signal, only for the naked hybrid to sprint forward and grab him before he had a chance to even type a single letter. As the feline switched tactics and opened his mouth to scream, Ashgar took advantage and let out a breath of glowing green spores that flooded the mouth of the other man. The effect was almost instantaneous; the cheetah had started to cough as his attempts to breathe in only drew more of the spores, and as they latched on his mouth went from terror to slackened. It didn't take long before they would start to spread, the green tendrils already rooting themselves in the soft flesh and delivering pleasure that would placate them. It wasn't exactly the most subtle of assimilation, but both Serathin and Ashgar knew that he wouldn't have been able to try and talk his way into isolating them. It had to be a blitz to make sure that they didn't sound the alarm, and though the research station would eventually find out, they could continue to send in reports to stall for time. That would be enough for them to move back to the hive; and once they were safely nestled within those walls, he could finally spread his tentacles. The mere thought caused Ashgar to rub his swollen stomach as he went back to lighten his load of eggs, starting with the cheetah...