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Aiden growled in displeasure as he left his perch in the alien psychic plane, his eyes opening as he looked down at the alien bear man between his legs. "What a joke..." he grumbled as he sat back in the hotel room, his legs dangling over the bed to allow his slave better access to the cock that he was sucking on. "All the power in the world and he has to tiptoe around these humans and convince them to be a part of their nest. This isn't how it's supposed to be, we're supposed to be masters of our domain!"

The sudden outcry caused the bear to stop and look up at him, which made the demon alien even angrier. Instead of forcing his head back down to continue the job he left him kneeling there and stood up, walking over to the window and glancing out of it. Outside the sky had continued to darken as the sun sank behind the city skyline. They had driven for the entire night and day to get back to the place where his human host had once called home, switching cars every few hours to make sure that the police couldn't get a bead on them. For the last few miles the two walked until they reached the city limits and found a hotel that didn't require names or identification.

The target of Aiden's fury was still at least a plane ride away from him, but with his current human identity and Roscoe's no doubt called in as dead or missing, neither had credentials to board one. Luckily his host had a number of connections to the underworld of the city, one that he had every intention of exploiting while he was there. One in particular was a forger that he had initially tapped in his former life to make him a fake ID to get out of the country, only to be caught before it could be properly utilized. He figured that most of the work would have already been done for him and all he would need is a new ID for his slave and bodyguard to come along, too.

Finally the night had grown enough for Aiden to know that his forger would be in his usual place, transforming him and Roscoe back into their human forms before they left the hotel. Though the heat on him wasn't nearly as bad as back where he had busted out in prison, the alien knew he would have to continue to keep himself hidden, especially as he passed by several newspaper stands with the headline that he had escaped. A small voice in his head made him question going out at all and instead suggested that he find a place to lay low for a while with the cash he had amassed while taking people's vehicles. It was a suggestion he quickly dismissed; however, as the drive to get to the other aliens to teach them a thing or two drove all other thoughts out of his mind.

The place in question was a seedy nightclub that the forger, whom Aiden had only known by his handle Printmaster Jay or PJ, had an office in the back he operated out of. It was mostly to prevent people from coming to him for something simple like making fake driver's licenses to get into bars, the man had explained to him as he pulled up the memory, since they wouldn't be able to get to him in the first place. Even though it was a public place it had enough of the criminal element there that Aiden didn't worry about showing his face, even if he continued to keep it as obfuscated as possible out of paranoia. Luckily most people seemed to focus their attention on the beast of a man he had brought with him as they made their way through the crowd to the back where he slipped into the door marked employees only.

With Roscoe left guarding the door Aiden felt more confident now and made his way past the liquor storage room and main office to the last door in the hallway. He could already see that the light was on and heard a voice talking to someone on the telephone, but just as he was about to push open the door he heard his own name come up that caused him to pause and listen in more closely. "Look, I appreciate the concern, but his breaking out of prison doesn't mean anything to me," he heard PJ say. "Even if he does somehow get back here, there's no reason for him to come here for anything."

There was a momentary pause, likely the other person talking, before PJ continued to speak. "Unless one of your crew told him that I was the one who gave him up there shouldn't be a case for him to want revenge," he said, Aiden's fists clenching as he could feel his human guise slip from the anger that welled up from his host memories. "And since I did it for you guys in the first place, I doubt that anyone leaked that particular fact. So if he does come here it's probably just to get new identification and I can go ahead and send him right back to where he came from, and maybe this time they'll just shoot him instead of waiting for the needle."

The conversation continued on but Aiden could hardly contain himself to listen anymore, his claws pressed against the cheap linoleum tile. Even though he wasn't that human anymore, that side of him still felt something so powerful that it took the alien more than a few seconds to calm himself enough to find the word for it. Betrayal... these people had betrayed his host, and he wanted nothing more than to make them pay for it. It overrode anything else he had in his mind at that moment, and as the alien took over that raging fire it turned into something far more contained, but no less malevolent as an evil grin creeped across his face...

Meanwhile the man inside the office slammed down the phone and rubbed his bald head in frustration, his short arms reaching down into his desk to pull out a liquor bottle. Despite his bravado on the phone his stomach had been turned into knots the moment that he heard that the murderer he had been told to send to prison was on the loose. Even though it was in a prison several states away, he knew if Aiden wanted to leave the country he was still his best bet. His hand quivered slightly as he poured the drink into his glass, only to spill when he heard a knock on his door.

"Door's open... as you can see..." he grumbled as he finished pouring his drink only to drop the bottle to the floor when he saw who was on the other side of it as it opened. "Aiden, it's you!"

"Speak of the devil, right?" Aiden replied as he continued to pour all his effort into maintaining his human guise, though his creepy smile remained as he walked over and sat on the edge of his desk. "Last time I saw you it was about those credentials that I needed to escape my sentencing, who would have thought that it would lead straight to it instead?" When it was clear that Aiden knew, PJ darted to another drawer in his desk and opened it, only to have his wrist grabbed before he could reach for the pistol contained within. "Now is that any kind of way to greet an old friend?"

PJ grimaced at the pressure applied to his joint as it was forced back to his side, finally crying out and grasping onto it when Aiden let go. "Try anything like that again and I'll make sure this doesn't go well for you," Aiden growled as he flexed his muscles, watching the short man shrink down in his chair. "Now where were we... oh yes... we were just about to talk about what you owe me for the things you've done..."

Before he could say anything else the door flung open again, a huge man in a skintight shirt and jeans burst in with a gun pointed straight at Aiden's head. The alien rolled his eyes as he was interrupted once again, seeing PJ's terror turn to a smirk as Aiden looked blankly at the bodyguard shouting for him to put his hands up. When he didn't it only caused the man to get angrier and he pulled back the hammer of the pistol, warning him to do it which only caused Aiden to smile. When the bodyguard asked what was so funny he suddenly felt his entire body get jerked backwards as two huge, clawed hands that rivaled his own wrapped around him and pulled him back.

PJ gasped in shock and Aiden just continued to smirk as his own bear bodyguard pulled the human into him, thick tentacles of black wrapping around the other male's body as he was drawn inside. With the addition of a slave drone Aiden no longer had to worry about his convert's psyche being pulled to the alien psychic plane, instead it would remain nestled safely inside his slave's rubber as it quickly converted the extensive muscle mass to alien rubber. Within a minute the only thing left of the bodyguard was the outline of his head and the still-human arm that reached out from the bear's muscular chest before several tentacles wrapped around it and drew it in.

"I really hate being interrupted," PJ heard as he stared in horror at the still-writhing belly of the bear, only to turn his head and nearly fall off his chair when he saw the shiny obsidian demon sitting where Aiden used to be. "Now, would you like to call in any more distractions, or can we continue on with our business."

"You... you're a monster..." PJ said in terror, his voice growing louder until a stern look from the creature in front of him made him stop. "Look, I'll do whatever you want, say whatever you want! You want money? IDs? Drugs? I'll make it happen, just don't take my soul!"

"Like you would have a soul any demon would want, you sniveling little weasel..." Aiden replied with a chuckle, though as he thought about it, the grin remained on his face as he suddenly came up with a fitting idea for his former friend. "You know what? You can go... if you suck my dick."

Aiden reveled in the horror that the human gave him, his mouth opening and closing several times before words finally came out. "I..." PJ finally got out as the demon leaned back on the desk on one shoulder. "I can... get guys... for you..."

"Maybe later," Aiden scoffed. "But right now I don't want any old guy to suck my dick, if that was the case I'd have my drone over there do it, or make another one out of that wall of muscle you hired to do it. I don't want any mouth on it, I want YOUR mouth on it. Either that or you get to have the same fun your bodyguard did. Make up your mind quickly, one or the other is happening in ten seconds."

Aiden could see the panic level increase in the man as he slowly started to count down, spreading open his legs and grabbing PJ's suit with one of his feet to pull him closer. When he got to five he could see PJ visibly sweating as he looked down at the rubber length that had grown to its full length and pointed straight at him. "If it makes you feel any better, think of it as just a rubber dildo," Aiden jabbed as PJ swallowed hard, thin tendrils branching off the rubber leg holding him in place. "Of course if you don't do it I could make you into one, too, I guess we'll see in three... two... one..."

Before he could say zero the alien creature huffed as the head of his cock was suddenly engulfed by the warm mouth of the male in front of him. Aiden laughed loudly as he shouted back to his drone that he actually did it, then turned back to the man and pressed his hands and fingers to the back of his head as more of his alien tendrils pushed out and latched onto his bare scalp. PJ tried to say something but Aiden made sure to keep enough pressure so the man kept sucking while his corruption seeped into his skull. Eventually the smaller man got about half of the girthy member into his maw before he could feel it touch the back of his throat, though part of that was the fact his face had begun to push outwards with every slide of his mouth to the tip.

"Wow, you're actually pretty good at this," Aiden commented as he began to feel the changing male's tongue get into it. "I was just going to take the knowledge you have of your underground contacts and make you into another mindless drone like Bear, but a mouth like that is useful in more ways than one... and it would be nice to talk to someone whose only response isn't just a grunt or moan. How about that, Weasel, you want to be one of my smarter slaves instead?"

PJ tried to respond once again, but when all that came out of his mouth was garbled, he nodded his head vigorously around the cock that had started to slide down his rubberized throat. Even before the alien had started to mess around with the human's thoughts there was an eagerness to please and serve those more powerful than him he could easily exploit. That combined with a low willpower meant his mind was like putty to him, and that meant a far more refined slave than Bear as long as he transformed the body after the mind. By now his corruptive ooze had completely covered the man's head and thick, short fur sprouted out from it, his ears migrating to the top of his head as they became small rounded arcs. At this point Aiden had to do little to prompt the male to continue to bob his head up and down, even when it began to slide into his throat where his muscles contracted around it.

"This must come so naturally to you," Aiden continued as he rubbed the synthetic fur of the creature sucking him, experiencing powerful pleasure both from the dominance and the mouth on his sensitive flesh. "Even though you never actually did it, you always wanted to be underfoot of those more powerful than you, eager to please them in order for them to want to keep their precious stoolie. You may as well have been sucking their cocks... though under my foot you'll be doing just that... among other things."

Aiden pulled the changing human off of him just as the alien assimilation reached his lower chest and abdomen, the pudgy body becoming sleek and supple as both muscle and fat melted away to better accentuate his new lot in life. The demon turned PJ around and bent him over the desk, pushing the head of his cock inside the other male just as his body began to transform around it. "Oh god!" PJ cried out as he was impaled, knocking stuff over on his desk as he was stretched open for the first time.

"That's right," the alien replied as he continued to push himself in, the still-human legs kicking as more of the rubbery shine cascaded down them. "I'm your new god now. I'm your master, the only one you will ever serve again! Say it, Weasel!"

"Master!" Weasel called out, his brain so saturated in lust and in the powerful psychic commands given to him by the alien that his previous existence had all but been pushed away. "Fill me, Master, make me whole! I'm yours to use!"

The wood of the desk cracked loudly as Aiden slammed his hands down on either side and began to thrust harder, the smaller alien weasel could only brace himself as he was filled so completely his stomach bulged from the length inside him. As the demon looked up he saw Bear stroking himself and he motioned for him to come forward, the huge male lumbered forward and with a simple command the weasel's muzzle and throat were once again stretched lewdly with rubber alien cock as they took him. Aiden's wings flared out and he had to stifle a roar as he came inside his newest property; his first successful intelligent convert. Alien seed leaked out onto the floor as the weasel's eyes bulged, being filled from both ends as Bear came soon after.

When they were finished and Weasel was able to walk again he cleaned up Aiden, who sat in his chair as he did so. Once his skin was clean and shined in the light of the room he made Weasel return to his human form and, once he had put on the spare suit that he kept in the office, ordered him to go out and get them drinks. As he waited he took out a cigar and snipped the end with his claws, then lit it just in time to receive a bottle and glass from the eager servant. The alien was amazed at how keenly his newest acquisition took to serving him, again likely due to the human's former nature as he poured himself a drink.

"We're going to need passports for the three..." he looked at Bear, who looked bloated and huge with the mass of two people inside him. "Make that four of us, we have to get halfway around the world quickly so I can get those two-bit nest builders under my foot right next to you, Weasel."

"Master, if I may..." Weasel replied, bowing his head low as Aiden motioned for him to continue. "Why not build your own nest here and then send over us to take them down for you? I have so many contacts here in the city that you can get more than enough resources, then you won't have to travel all the way there just to confront them."

Aiden rubbed his chin as he downed the drink, then put the empty glass on the table and used his foot to grab the bottle for another pour. The Weasel was nothing if not clever and he did have a point... why should he have to leave his home city do all the work when he had slaves to do it for him? With the wealth of new information he got from his latest convert he began to plan, starting with what new drone he was going to make for another bodyguard...

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As the days passed and both Xavier and Tobias sat on the couch, their eyes closed and their hands held to one another as they continued to scan the psychic plane. Despite not finding anything they felt like something was out there, like a speck out of the corner of one's eye that disappeared when one tried to focus on it. After spending nearly an hour in a meditative trance they gave up, informing through the link for the others to do the same before they sat back and sighed. "Maybe it is nothing," Xavier said once they had recovered.

"I just don't know," Tobias replied. "As much as I want to say we're just being overprotective of our nest, I still can't get over the nagging feeling that something is out there threatening it. We've built something amazing here and I don't want any oversight to endanger it."

The alien serpent shifted his body over and kissed his mate on the cheek, then stood up. "I can certainly understand where you're coming from," he said as he shifted back to his human disguise once again. "But our pets are exhausted and we still have to maintain our regular lives, so perhaps until we get another clue into this mysterious entity we should drop it down to a passive search. I'm going to go out and grab us all some pizza, we can talk about it together with Flynn and our pets while we eat."

Tobias nodded and waited for Xavier to leave the room, then as soon as the door closed he leapt up from his seat to his computer. He bit his lip as he opened his messenger screen and left a message for someone, then deleted it promptly before he opened up conversations with others in the hive and told them about the pizza and to tell Xavier that he would be there shortly with them to eat it once it arrived. After he had made all the arrangements he could he sat there and waited until the doorbell finally rang. When he got up to answer it a large man dressed in a simple shirt and jeans stood on the other side of the door that he quickly ushered in before he closed it behind him.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice Captain Thompson," Tobias said as he gestured for the man to sit down. "I know you had to make a considerable trip down here."

"Well it's not like I'm doing anything at the moment," the man replied. "Plus when someone offers what you are I'm not going to sit on my laurels, I just hope that you can deliver on what you promised. Also... call me Anders, no one has called me Captain ever since I had to leave the Air Force."

"I understand," Tobias said. "If you don't mind my asking, could I possibly see it?"

Anders shrugged and pulled his left leg up onto the table, pulling back the pant leg to reveal what was underneath. What should have been flesh and bone was instead a single smooth piece of plastic that came up to the knee where a metal joint linked that with a cup that was secured to the man's thigh. After a few seconds Tobias nodded and Anders quickly rolled it back down once more. Tobias could see that it caused the man a lot of discomfort, both physically and psychologically.

"They told me one day they'd refit me with a prosthetic that would look and feel more like the real thing," Anders admitted once he had resituated the fake leg. "Even then I'll never be able to go back to flying planes again, Air Force pretty much clipped my wings and I didn't feel like taking a desk job. That's why I'm here, because if this trial or whatever it is restores even half of my limb, I might be able to take a crack at getting back up in the skies."

Tobias nodded and stood up, shifting back and forth as he tried to think of the right thing to say next. "I do have a way to restore your leg completely and get you back into the air," he admitted, watching the military man's eyes light up. "But... like all good things, it does come with a catch. You'll have to be permanently relocated to this facility and you'll be under my command, which means that you won't be able to go back to the Air Force. Essentially you'll be leaving your old life behind and starting a new one here, and if that's not alright with you, you're free to leave with no hard feelings."

The alien watched as a look of deep contemplation crossed the man's face. He knew it was a gamble to bring in someone that he had found on the internet, especially without telling Xavier or Flynn, but it had originally been a personal project that he had started based on Xavier's first pet. Though he had contacted several in the hopes to get a better idea of what to do, he hadn't planned to act on it until he felt that they were being threatened by some external force. A noise from the military man snapped Tobias back to attention and he felt himself grow flush with slight embarrassment that he had gotten lost in his own thoughts.

"I'm not sure what sort of private company you have here that you need a pilot, but if you can do it then I'm your man," Anders stated as he stood up. "To be honest I don't have much of a life to leave, anyway, Air Force was my life until the crash took that from me... so I'm not going to miss much. I'll sign the papers right now if you have them, let's get this thing started."

Tobias swallowed hard as he knew that he had to move on to the next phase of his plan, which was easily the hardest part of it as the military officer looked at him. If he unmasked himself and Anders took it poorly then not only would he have to turn him into a simple bodyguard like Mino, but also explain to the others where he came from. Nevertheless, he knew it was now or never, and told Anders that he had one last thing to reveal to him, then dropped his human disguise.

The effect was one that he had gotten used to, the wide-eyed stare of surprise as he took a step backwards. Thankfully Anders didn't scream as his fake leg slipped out from underneath him and he once more fell onto the couch. "No way..." he said as he continued to breathe quickly, Tobias holding out his hands to try and get the human to relax. "They make jokes about aliens but... but I never thought that they were actually real!"

"I assure you that I'm not here to harm you, quite the opposite in fact," Tobias reassured to keep the hyperventilating human as calm as possible. "I meant everything I've said so far, the only thing that I may have omitted is the method in which I can deliver. You see, my race has the ability to turn humans like yourself into an alien like me. There are many like me in this facility, and one of the things that happens when we transform another is that they get an... improved version of themselves."

"You may have wanted to mention that when you told me to come here," Anders replied as he shook his head. "Whoo... now I suppose that you showed me all this I have to agree or you'll melt my brain or something?"

"Nothing quite so drastic," Tobias replied, giggling slightly despite himself. "Since we've gone this far, why don't you let me show you what I'm talking about..."

Despite his agreement Anders backed away more than once from the rubber lion alien until he hit the end of the couch. That was fine for Tobias, though, as he knelt down at the side of the piece of furniture and lifted the other man's legs up. So far it appeared that his online assessment of the officer was right, though he could still see the fear in Anders' eyes he continued to hold still as Tobias reached up and undid his pants. There was a bit of hesitation as he exposed the human's legs, particularly when he finished disrobing him and he reached over and began to undo the latches that kept the prosthetic on.

"Whoa whoa," Anders suddenly said as he reached out. "Are you sure you need to do all this?"

"You let me take off your pants without a whisper and it's this thing that's causing you trouble?" Tobias replied with a hint of sass as he patted him on the stomach. "Relax, it's necessary for what's next, though I have a feeling you and I are going to have a lot of fun later on."

Despite his look of protest Anders continued to allow Tobias to finish his work, then leaned back when he felt the strange hands press against his thigh just above where the fake leg used to be. It was like someone was touching him with rubber gloves except they also had claws on them for some reason, but as time passed that same sensation began to spread farther down. When it reached the end of his leg it seemed to stretch outwards, like whatever had covered his flesh was growing on him as he closed his eyes. The feeling was so surreal he had to remind himself several times that what was happening wasn't a dream, especially when he tried to adjust himself and he felt the rubber flex as though on his command.

The sensation was so shocking Anders had to look up at it and his mouth hung open wide in shock. By that point Tobias' hands had moved along the rubber as it formed into a perfect replica of his old leg all the way down to the calf. All he could do was continue to stare in surprise as Tobias moved down to the ankle, which he could feel twitch in the alien's hands as the strange material continued to stretch and form. At the end of it was a partially formed foot, one that Tobias told him they could form into anything that he wanted and that it was time to pick out his form. After a few minutes Anders picked one that didn't surprise the alien lion at all, but what did surprise him was the amorous advancement of the other male as he pulled him up to kiss him. From there Tobias decided to convert him right there on the couch, not that Anders seemed to mind as the alien rubber began to transfer onto the human's lips and tongue...