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Dust fell from the cracked plaster ceiling as the building shook. Foolish dragged another claw mark into the curtain he was clutching, watching another tall, blue plume of fire rise in the city, watching from the relative safety of a high-rise building window. The end had come for this world, aliens like angels and demons fought over it, shaking the city while its residents cowered in their homes.

"Come away from the window Foolish, you've been staring out the windows for hours. If this building is topples, we'll be fine, I can fly us to safety."

Slowly the snowmew turned, still clutching the curtain as he stuck out his tongue at his roommate Tyrian. It'd been over a month since this had all started, and they'd been renting a room while they had a look around the planet. They never should've been caught up in this, the more technologically advanced Kirin had kept the planet sealed away from outsiders for 'research'. They fiercely kept other species from interfering, though the native inhabitants had been oblivious to this fact. Unfortunately a Xul'ir hive-mind had grown on a nearby world, and was aggressively attempting to invade it. This lead to a spectacular three-way war on the surface with brightly armored winged Kirin firing plasma auto-rifles into crowds of Xul'ir monstrosities, without care for human casualties.

The snowmew and the dragon had seen opportunity in the initial isolation of the species, as had others. With no aliens allowed on the surface, all the precious minerals were not being gathered, or at least not used for their full potential value. This is where they came in, they traded humans a few things that couldn't be acquired here, high tech processors, field generators, and in return were supplied with rare materials like lanthanum to smuggle off the planet.

"We're out of chips..." The dragon reached into the bottom of the foil bag, making a crinkling sound, withdrew his paw and stared into the bag, dismayed.

Foolish turned, a little irritated "How can you be so calm about all this? The whole city's on fire and hell knows whether the next collection will pick us up, if they show up at all!"

Tyrian smiled wryly, wiggling his toes in the carpet, then chuckled softly.

"What is it?" Foolish demanded.

"Worrying helps nothing. You should do something useful to take your mind of things. Scavenge supplies... find - "

"Don't say it!"

" - more chips."

"Gah!"

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Having slammed the door behind himself, Foolish hoped he'd remembered his keys. If Tyrian fell asleep, he'd be waiting a long time to get him to open the door to the apartment. Most dragons? They slept with one eye open, but not Tyrian.

Foolish sighed as he walked down the hall, he hated to admit it, but Tyrian was right. This would take his mind off things and Tyrian's attitude had kept them alive thus far. When everything started, the fire alarm had been pulled. Tyrian being a 'very fire-proof' dragon had laughed and said he'd get them out if things got serious, but everyone else had evacuated.

Afterward, a bus had plowed into the entrance, preventing anyone from returning, giving them four-hundred empty rooms to explore. Contrary to his namesake, Foolish had opted for a methodical approach to their looting "We're at the top, so we search each room, one-by-one, so we don't miss a single thing!"

Having arrived at room 367 Foolish took out a screwdriver and started unscrewing the maglock, letting it fall to the floor and returning the screwdriver back to his coat pocket. These locks weren't the best security measure, even if the place had been full of cameras and porters as it had been previously.

The door swung inward, revealing an interior that was nearly pitch black and smelled damp. Out came the next thing from his pocket: a phone with no reception! He hadn't been able to charge it and was tempted to just throwing it away, but he continued to hold onto it for the decent camera light. The interior of the room was shiny, water had dripped through damp dark marks in the ceiling, and the bedding had started to mold.

"Just a quick search for this one I think..."

Stepping to the closest drawer, he opened it and looked inside, seeing complimentary tea and sugar bags, "Sure hope we can do better than -" behind him, something wet thudded to the floor making the cat's ears swivel "- what was that?"

Foolish turned, but in the light of his cellphone, he didn't see much. However, on the floor was a distinct wet mark which he puzzled over briefly before continuing to take what food he could find in the last few drawers.

There was a pile of luggage too, but nothing good was going to come from them, they were directly in one of the roofs many leaks and covered in the same greenish mold. On his way out, Foolish spotted something. A foil bag of corn chips lay beneath the television cabinet. He pondered for a moment on whether to retrieve them for his roommate or leave them just to spite him, but he figured it'd be good leverage at the very least.

Foolish got down on all four limbs and reached under the cabinet, giving it a slight bump as he stretched for the bag. The TV wobbled ominously, making Foolish pause. He'd have to be careful about this. Ducking lower to the floor so as not to bump the cabinet, he reached forward, straining to reach the bag, before something touched his leg ... something ALIVE with spidery legs! He twisted in surprise, bumping his head in the process. The TV teetered and came down flat on his back with a dull smack. There was a squeak, and whatever had been touching his leg scurried off, frightened away by the noise.

His heart beating hard, he quickly dashed out of the room, closing the door behind himself. Foolish was glad to be free of that dark place. Thankfully his fur was pretty soft and the screen hadn't shattered, though the corn chips he clutched to his chest were probably all but dust by now. All this over a bag of corn chips... Foolish was about to toss them on the floor, but froze. Sitting there on the floor before him was a large millipede like thing with large sensory antennae wiggling curiously back at him. Foolish stood there, stunned and staring until it suddenly chirped like a bird, making him flinch in surprise. Slowly it inched towards him, and Foolish retreated backward. Then it occurred to him that behind him was the apartment, a place that Foolish DID NOT want to go back to. On an impulse Foolish tore open the bag of chips, coating the floor and creature in orange pieces, then sprinted up the hallway, away from the creature. Grabbing the stair rail at the end of the hall, Foolish cast a frightened glance back at the creature... which was delightedly nibbling at pieces of chip...

Alien? Certainly, but it didn't seem like what was rampaging outside. Slowly he approached the thing, trying to get a better look, as it was preoccupied with eating now. Foolish supposed that it had been locked in that room, and there wasn't a lot other than mold to be eaten in there. Ever the curious sort, Foolish knelt beside the thing and hesitantly poked it with his screwdriver, prodding it gently as if it might explode. It squeaked again and looked at him with its many tiny, shiny black eyes, still wiggling those antennae. Unexpectedly, it rolled over submissively, hundreds of small legs flailing in the air. Further poking at its underside from Foolish only elicited happy chirps. Definitely alien, but probably a pet animal of the Kirin. Although, he had no idea why they'd choose something this ugly. Impulsive once more, Foolish picked up the creature, which started inching along his arm immediately before draping itself along his neck like a living scarf.

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"You can't keep it. My god, I can't believe we're even having this conversation!" "Why not? I think if it was going to harm me, it would have already done so." "Just no... Put it back where you got it." "This is about the chips isn't it? Look I was scared and..."

"THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE CHIPS!" "Don't yell at me! Look, I'm going to stay across the hall until you come to your senses Tyrian!" "Fine. Get eaten alive by that... thing. But I warned you!"

The door slammed, and Foolish huffed, still holding the critter which seemed to have dozed off and had miraculously slept through all this. He was starting to think it was deaf, although it definitely liked being petted. The suite across the hall was almost identical to theirs save for being setup for short term visitation rather than the long-term agreement they had. Unfortunately, they had already picked it clean of anything useful or edible. Foolish wasn't that hungry though, it was late and he was tired. Hopefully Tyrian would come to his senses and accept his new 'pet' by morning. He placed the creature in one of the two beds, pulling the quilts and sheets up around it like a nest. Still it slept, and Foolish felt kind of jealous about those depths of sleep.

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An explosion flared blue in the distance, briefly lighting up the moonlit night a bit more. Foolish turned but didn't wake, for once it seemed he was sleeping soundly like he'd wished. Beside him the insectoid creature rippled, curling and convulsing in the other bed, far less restful now. With a sudden splatter of green goo, it burst open, splattering across the bedding.

Unbeknownst to Foolish, he'd been drugged; the creature had been emitting a powerful concoction of chemicals, including sedatives and... aphrodisiacs. From the mess of the burst creature, a large number of sickly green slugs inched forward, crawling from one bed to the other, green slime trailing behind them. A clear goal drew their attention: Foolish's oversized sheath and balls. The mollusks swarmed over it, eliciting pleased purrs from the sleeping snowmew and slowly causing his horse-like shaft to push out from his very sizable, plush sheath.

One of the slugs found its way within that sheath, its huge body compressing through the tight gap between the shaft and sheath, then expanding within, bulging the soft pouch out strangely as small sensory tentacles at its tip explored the warmth. Another slid along the underbelly of Foolish's shaft, the first set of sensory tendrils now probing his urethra.

Foolish squirmed, his eyes fluttering open. He felt something strange over his groin, cool, wet and moving?!

"Wha daf?"

Foolish's speech was slurred and when he tried to rise up to see what was going on, his muscles seemed to betray him, and he flopped awkwardly, sliding down between the two beds. The slugs, sensing his movement, suddenly went into overdrive, shooting around his body quickly. The one on his shaft dove forward, imbedding its slimy body halfway into Foolish's urethra with the sudden motion and started to expand from within as it pumped its body into his shaft. Foolish moaned deeply; the snowmew loved sounding toys but this was weird! He could see green oozing down from the bed his pet had been on, was the creature fucking him? The slug in his shaft wiggled, getting deeper and with all his strength he managed to prop his head up enough to see the tail disappear into his cock-tip as well as the slugs still outside, trying to get in.

The snowmew willed his paw to try and sweep them away, but it uselessly flopped to his side. The first slug continued to inch down further, starting to follow his tubes and squeezing tightly through his prostate. Foolish shuddered with the pleasure deep inside, unable to control himself. This was like a dream, maybe it was? With living latex toys touching his innermost places. His shaft twitched wanting to cum, but the rising tide was blocked as the slug in his body pushed back up the same tubing, searching deeper and moving towards the snow mews balls.

The remaining slugs had begun to fight, pushing against one another and trying to get into Foolish's urethra first, half a dozen of them pushing into him with varying degrees of success. One got past the others, much quicker than its predecessor. It used its slime to slide quickly through Foolish's prostate and push at the first one, pushing it further and making him shake and squirm.

With the encouragement, they fell into the snowmews left teste, immediately expanding and latching tendrils into the surrounding flesh, starting to darken it and give it the same green tinge as the goo.

The snowmew was done resisting, what was happening felt sooo good! The slugs were touching and rubbing every sensitive spot his shaft had on their way down, from tip to base and deeper. The chemicals they released also heightened his sensitivity and arousal. He needed to cum so badly! The next tail whipped around in circles and splattered his shaft as it disappeared within, sending a rippling bulge down the underside of it. He could see a creeping green spreading across his furry orbs past his shaft, but spots danced before his eyes, he was close to passing out.

With each passing minute, more entered the feline's balls, stretching them to disproportionate sizes, much larger than they had been. Forms continually slithered beneath the skin, moving around the packed circumference of his testes, eager to swell them out a little more. His cock throbbed and twitched, urging him to cum and finally give him some release; no cat was meant to get so full! They throbbed and swelled within his balls as well, feeding aggressively on his seed, swelling up from it and thrashing around each other, the slippery sticky tails beating against his internal walls.

His eyes flickered, his vision hazy from all the aphrodisiacs in his system, almost as wavy as the surface of his ponderous balls and shaft as it continued to be invaded.

Inside he could tell they were busy, once they got in he wasn't sure what they were doing, but from the twitching, they might have been breeding. He could definitely feel something within himself, like beads being stuck in his balls. Were they eggs?

Foolish looked across to the green dripping trail spilling from the bed and making his groin sticky. The slug trail had waned, although the last few were definitely larger, fatter and slower than their first brethren. They took their time to inch menacingly forth, crawling around his shaft and feeling all over his cocktip and urethra in turn. They even probing it a few times like they were uncertain they wanted to join such crowded accommodations.

What was certain is that they were full of whatever the bead like things were already inside him. Their bodies were lumpy with them, straining Foolish wide as their midsections passed through his cockslit, and straining to get past his prostate when they got further, feeling like a wet rubbery living condom full of marbles as they dragging across it each time.

As the final slug was deposited into Foolish's orbs, his urethra was finally unclogged! He howled in orgasm, loud enough heard by Tyrian in the room across the hall, and painted the wall behind him in sticky, pale green seed, his vision going starry before darkness claimed him.

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Morning came, and coated the upturned cat with a warm glow from the window, his eyes flickering open a few times as he tried to adjust to the brightness and stretch. He immediately found himself with more than a few awkward kinks to sort out, after all he had slept wedged between the two beds on the floor. It was almost possible to forget what had happened to the snowmew the night before...

...But it was still there when he looked down. They had shed their normal thick coat of warm fur, and instead they were now bloated, huge, dark, and coated in bright green veins that throbbed continuously, almost like he had a pair of hearts beneath his thick sheath. Except the continual, almost rhythmic throb wasn't just convulsions, but movement of heavy, slow creatures within. His shaft wasn't spared either, it had transformed similarly, darkened and coated in the creeping tendril like veins, sending goo coursing through it. A musky almost earthy smell, similar to the slug's scent, wafted upwards from his shaft. While Foolish focused on it, he was suddenly horrified as his shaft started to flex on its own, turning its still dripping head up towards the snowmew's nose and yawning the urethra wide like a devouring python. This revealed thousands of inward facing tendrils that had grown along his urethral walls. They were positively glowing with the neon green infection... and he felt all of it, every single wriggling tendril of it... and it felt GOOD!

But he was terrified, there was no explaining this to Tyrian, and no way of hiding it either. Bemused, Foolish thought this would be the last time he adopted stray pets! He chuckled before scolded himself for thinking about silly things at a time like this, though the humor did helping calm him.

He curled his toes in the bedsheets as his balls continued to pulse. Every time his aching nuts throbbed, he swore that they got a little larger. The slugs within no longer felt like slugs, he could feel that they were harder and more chitinous now as they constantly moved. His shaft was no different, now it had gained flexibility and a will of its own, it wouldn't go back into his massive fuzzy sheath. Instead it roamed about, feeling over Foolish's toes and the sheets, giving strange sensations as it explored.

Without warning, the urethra suddenly grasped a corner of the woolen covers, dragging them inward with its internal villi. Foolish moaned, it was weird and wrong but it felt oh so good! It ripped part of blanket off and dragged it down its slimy tunnel, like a hungry caterpillar feeding. He paused, relishing the sensation as it drew the piece down into his sack, where it quite promptly melted down into the surrounding goop at incredible speed. Getting onto all fours he started to encourage his cock-caterpillar, although it was already eating whether Foolish wanted it to or not. He used his paw to helpfully bring more and more of his bedding to his cock, watching as it was quickly torn up and swallowed. He needed more, this was good, but he was hungry for something more filling than wool. His nuts he ached for something more satiating even as he stuffed the last of the blanket within himself, his sack having grown as large as a pair of beanbags.

He slipped off his bed while his cock still tryed to chew off what was soft and edible from it. Foolish got to work up emptying his pack. He opened cracker packages, cereal boxes, tins of fruit... even Tyrian's chips. His cock took an immediate interest, moving beneath as he tore open wrappers. It collected his rations like a chute, the dry foods creating pleasant crunches as they crumbled midway down his urethra.

Halfway through letting the thing suck his canteen dry, Foolishes balls quivered. He paused, the feeling again strange but not unpleasant. The next shudder made him double over, holding on to the bed for support as he dropped the canteen. "Ugggh, what now?" A huge bulge formed in the base of his grub like shaft, which heaved and throbbed, struggling to bring the heavy mass upwards. Within it he could feel wiggling, and lots of it. With a sudden surge the bulge spilled forth and Foolish yowled with the feeling of a climax greater than ever before as his shaft sprayed out more ropes of its green spunk again. But this time, green gunk wasn't the only thing spilling out. Beetles, like fist size scarabs, were being ejected again and again, bouncing their armored bodies harmlessly against the walls. They scurried about immediately, even before he was finished cumming, gnawing at the carpets, remaining bed and drapes.

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They were his collectors, he knew this now. Each one would eat and eat, until its abdomen positively bulged with consumed mass. Once it was unable to gorge itself further, it came back to him, forcing its heavy body down his shaft before depositing its load, and reemerging the same way.

He had grown immensely, his balls were now almost a giant creature of their own. It had a huge grub-like tail that inched along the ground at his will, while his legs had lifted becoming almost like a larger, stronger set of arms for him. His shaft was like the foil ducting they put in roofing, as wide as a plate and always hungry.

With all the changes to his form he now had a lot more control of what was happening to him and his brood. He could direct the grubs around him with a commanding thought, and could change his own body by concentrating and waiting for the metamorphosis to happen. Although, he liked what he was becoming, a queen, there was still one thing that he missed. He loved his fur, and his softness was something he was proud of, both metaphorically and physically. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Quickly new fur sprouted where it had fallen out, covering his massive grub-like undersection in a soft layer. His brood squirmed within; he hoped they'd appreciate the warmth. But if they didn't, it was time to share them with that cold blooded dragon...