FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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_ Hypersexual-Space _

By Kybal_Lutra And SystemDrake

Stale recirc air wheezed with rasping puffs through the corridors of dull grey walls and shining steel diamond plate floors. New oxygenated air huffed like the old station itself was gasping out its dying breaths. Rattling of worn circulating fans clattered, echoing through the miles of ducts webbing through the port. Vents and screws rattled along with the deep hum of distant reactors slowly burning through their fuel. In the walls, a bubbling hiss sizzled through narrow piping, coolant coursing on its way out to the widespread radiator fins keeping them all from cooking in the vacuum.

The flickering stars and glittering rings outside the window slowly turned, drifting around as the space station spun on its axis. The massive wheel of the main habitat rolled leisurely cartwheels as it drifted along its cold lonely orbit. Old Port Jefferson was a relic of a long bygone age. Mere centripetal force was used to mimic gravity. As antiquated as it was, at least it allowed near one-g through most of the habitable sections of the old station.

Heavy bootsteps rang on the thin worn floor plating. Axon was a big man, made all the heavier by his bulky gleaming black armour. Better than six and a half feet, he was forced to duck through the short narrow emergency bulkhead ports lining the long ever-curving hallway.

Impressively muscled, his chest was already broad and deep. He'd obviously availed himself of some synth muscle grafts, and he wasn't even particularly trying to hide it. Not that he hadn't been impressively built before even. With extra inches of metalized cermimite plate encasing him, he hardly fit through the old port from an age long since past.

The smooth curved black metal plate armour gleamed in the harsh artificial lights of the corridor. Unlike the old dull station, he kept his armour in impeccable repair. Freshly touched up and polished, there was hardly a scratch on it. The perfectly smooth surface of the black plates were crisp to a mirrored finish. The servo joints and airtight seals moved with oiled ease, leaving him still agile despite the heavy casing.

His armour wasn't the only thing he kept meticulously in the best of shape. His body was in peak condition, toned, built, and big. To top it off, were all the splices and supplements. Maintaining a body like a builder wasn't easy in occasional zero gravity and long periods of tight spaces without a little assistance. Further, he kept his appearance impeccable.

His stylish hair especially took quite a bit of maintenance. Long and voluminous, he kept it permed, curled up into vogue quaff. He took care to keep his beard trimmed down just to the point of being grizzled stubble. His rugged good looks and square jaw certainly helped too.

Heavily built and more heavily armoured, no one stood in his way. Down and out, the corridors of the station were hardly crowded. Still, the citizens quickly stepped aside to give the grim armour clad mercenary unfettered passage.

He'd need his muscle and his armour. The crowd on the station was sparse, but a rough bunch. All the folks he passed were smugglers and mercenaries and worse. Axon smirked to himself, some of them were probably even worse dudes than him. He kept his wits about him and watched his surroundings carefully. This place wasn't too good to knife a guy in the back just for a few measly credits.

They all watched him pass. Dark brooding shifty eyes followed him like he was passing a wall of owls. It was hard to tell which ones were more dangerous. Some were armed better than small armies, with railguns strapped over their backs big enough to put a hole in a battleship. But others were desperate, some barely even had clothes on their backs. Tickets off this old dying hell of a station didn't come cheap either.

Axon hefted the case with him over his back, holding the strap over his shoulder. There, he grinned to himself. Now, if someone tried to stab him with a monoblade or a plasma-cutter, they'd have to go through the only two things of value on him, his armour and the case he'd come to collect. At least that should make jumping him more trouble than it was worth.

The old station had seen much better days. Once upon a time, it used serve as a major transportation hub for the whole Saturnine system. It was hard to imagine that this old half functional ruin used to be the gateway to the riches of Saturn. All the early miners and later colonists of these far flung moons entered the influence of grand ringed world through this sorry old port.

Now its only draw was its outmoded remoteness. Folks only came to Jefferson if they wanted something below board and slipped beneath the gaze of more modern and reputable ports. It hardly attracted the most savoury of visitors, and that hardly encouraged the most upstanding of businesses.

Great big holographic displays and flickering neons advertised all the services. Some of them were charmingly euphemistic. Others were downright upfront. None of them were in terribly good repair. There were so many clashing blinking lights in blues and purples it was practically headache inducing. More than once, Axon squinted and lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the harsh glare.

Even for a mercenary, Jefferson was hardly ever the first choice. Axon wouldn't have come if it hadn't offered the prefect and only solution to a little problem he and his partner had been having.

Hanging at his side, slung over his shoulder, was the item he'd come for, his only reason for being on this old relic of a station. Almost square and three feet to a side, it was a great bulky thing that was hard to handle in the cramped confines of the space station. Three inches thick and backed with a lead lining, it wasn't light either.

The case exterior was rough grey hardened plastic. Over years of use and abuse it was nicked and scratched up like angry cats had gone wild on it. In addition to the worn, threadbare, and frayed black cloth shoulder strap, there was a hearty carrying handle moulded right into the plastic, for convenience.

But it didn't need to be pretty, what was important was inside. Three inch digital tape, black and glossy, was exposed where the old cover flap was broken off. Inside was a single reel of tight spooled tape. It pulled off the inside of the spool and through a complex weave where the miles long loop wrapped over itself, passed the head, and laid back onto the outside of the spool. On the tape was the solution he'd come for.

The old cartridge itself was a relic, both generally and specifically. The thing was ancient, and it had been used to hell. Axon grit his teeth, hoping the old tape would hold and not explode the moment they tried reading it. Better storage media had been invented long ago too but, like much of the old station itself, ancient established standards were hard to overcome. Tapes were cheap and ubiquitous, so all the luminal drives were built to run on them. And because all the luminal drives were built for tapes, everyone just kept putting figures on tape.

Outside the exterior windows, slowly turning as the station rotated, was the gentle pockmarked grey surface of Tethys. From their low orbit, the gradual curving arc of the little moon spread out like the horizon. The only confusing part, was sometimes it was below, sometimes it was to the side, and sometimes it was above as the wheel of the station turned.

Currently above, Saturn hung suspended huge, graceful, and awesome. Its glittering icy rings spread out over half the sky, a great disk turned halfway to edge on. The shadow of the planet danced across the little shining pinpricks of dust and debris that made up the rings. It was the kind of view some people would pay quite a lot to see. And they'd pay even more to see it from a station or ship much much more reputable than Jefferson.

To the other side, far down the central spire of the station, he could even see their own little docked ship. A sleek wedge, shaved down and angular, it was like a dart put together from knives. Dull and matte black, it stood out from both the scratched and nicked white of the station and the blackness of space behind.

Faux gravity resulting from the slowly spinning ring of the station could only take him so far though. Finally he came to an open archway. The emergency blast bulkheads were pulled back. From the amount of rust on them, it was doubtful they could even close if they were needed. Flickering blue neon above the doorway said 'Docking', at least between the irregular and intermittent moments it only said 'ock'. Axon turned off the main corridor and tossed the cartridge around to his back.

Climbing up the long ladder, the artificial gravity slowly died away to next to nothing. The narrow crawlway was a spoke of the great wheel of the space station. Climbing up the hollow tube became easier with every rung as the gravity faded. Soon, Axon's boots floated up from the ladder and he needed only to tug himself along by his hands. Even with his heavy armour and the massive cartridge slung over his back, he was as light as a feather.

As he neared the end of the spoke, gravity died off all together. The case floated up from his back, clattered along the top of the corridor. Axon blinked and shook his head. There always was a hint of dizziness and vertigo moving from gravity to none. Glancing down, he saw the extent of the ladder stretching below him, or behind him, several hundred meters.

It was like looking down an empty elevator shaft and he was hardly holding on to the ladder with much more than a pinkie finger. Fighting the brief burst of nausea, Axon swung himself out of the ladder spoke and into the central spire.

Up and down ceased to mean anything, as they could change with hardly a twist. The central corridor of the whole station was a bit wider, enough that a man could spread his arms and just not quite meet the walls with his fingertips. It left room for floating people sailing through zero gravity to pass, important as this was the passage that connected the spinning habitation ring with the docking ports far down the spire.

Once, this wide open passage would have been filled with folks coming and going. Now, he was alone. Axon grabbed a bar along the wall and gave it a flicking tug. With that, he started sailing effortlessly down the tube. Without gravity, it hardly took more effort than a twist of the wrist to send himself sailing, even being quite a bulky man weighed heavily down by his solid armour.

Finally, Axon came to the end of his long zero-gravity climb. Down the long central spire of the port was the docking section. And there was their little old ship. Through a tiny grimy window, he could see just a hint of the sleek sharp angular vessel.

It was hardly the most powerful or agile fighter. There were much newer, stronger, more capable ships readily available, provided you had the credits. But it was old enough to easily maintain and come by parts on the secondary market without being so ancient as to be an antique. It had good endurance. That was good enough to get by on.

The old black paint was chipped away. Some of the armour paneling had been pitted by micrometeoroids. But it was a trusty little thing. Solid and dependable. Axon couldn't help but smile at it. If nothing else, it was all theirs.

At the very least, it was a reliable and trusty little thing. For sure, it was a hell lot more sturdy than this old port. Axon glanced to the very walls around him. They were little more than a thin sheet of foil between him and the vacuum of space. Unnervingly, they were creased and wrinkled.

He'd feel a damn might safer inside the ship he knew. It was less likely to go to pieces around him, at least when it wasn't under fire. It was a wonder the old ports docking clamps even managed to maintain a secure hold on their berthed vessel.

Reaching out, Axon took a hold of the old docking port handle. His other hand grabbed a hold bar to fix himself. Grunting, he gave a firm tug. The old port's manual locks were old, rusted, and seized. It took quite a hearty jerk to free the handle.

It gave suddenly with a heavy metallic clunk and snapped open. The port hissed with equalizing air pressure. Axon gave the door a tug and yarded it open. The hinges too were old and poorly maintained. It creaked and groaned open, whining in protest. The hatch pulled gradually back to expose the tiny cramped cockpit of their ship.

There was hardly room inside to move, let alone turn over. Once again, the dizzying aspect of zero gravity kicked in, as he opened a hatch in the rounded wall to look down on the tight cockpit from above. Two black leather seats sat side by side below him, separated by a narrow console of auxiliary controls. Permanently set back to lounging, they doubled as beds. The whole interior of the ship cabin was hardly larger than a queen size mattress.

He was met with the occupant. A slightly smaller man, the pilot, appeared instantly in the open hatch to stand between Axon and the cockpit. Somehow, despite the cramped quarters, the pilot managed to hide himself away behind the side of the hatch, contorted around the curve of airlock. He popped out like a springed jack-in-the-box.

The other man was indeed smaller than Axon, but no less well-built and impressive. He wore a dual layered pilot suit that was tight enough to showcase the hardened muscles underneath, the material flexing around the curvature of his sturdy body. His thick black hair was short and well groomed, much like the full beard he sported along his jaw and neck.

Defiant and anxious, the young fellow brandished a gun. Staring down the sights with striking blue eyes, and a finger itching the trigger, he was ready to blow Axon's head off. Hell, he'd probably take a good chunk out of the far side of the station; the grey plastic clad pistol was of a type designed to blast through flesh and armour while ideally not punching open the delicate bulkheads keeping them all safe from space. But Axon sure didn't trust the old paper thin walls of Jefferson to take more than a glancing shot before splitting wide open.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Axon just grinned to the usual greeting. Dekkard floated off his chair with one hand extended out, still holding his ancient looking DH.98 pistol. He had it levelled at his brother as they both eyed each other from across the cramped space.

Axon smirked down the barrel of the laser pistol. "Knock knock," he greeted, floating in the entryway.

"No one's home. Go away," Dekkard said sarcastically as he let out a short sigh of relief. He kept the laser pistol level at his brother for another moment as he tilted his head, eyeing the weapon as he continued, "You know, one of these days I might just pull the trigger to see if this thing still works."

"You wouldn't pull that shit on dad if he'd come instead of me," Axon replied with a teasing grin.

Just as Dekkard started to lower the gun, Axon lugged the heavy cartridge case off his back. Fingers grabbing the case's built-in handle, he hefted it and tossed it in. With a sweep of the arm and a flick of the wrist, he threw the heavy bulky thing in at his brother.

"Well, I guess it's--oof!" Dekkard instinctively holstered his pistol and brought both hands up to brace himself against the impact of the case. The tape reels inside the plastic cartridge rattled as it struck him in the chest, sending him back towards the head of the cockpit. Luckily, he managed to hook his foot on the back of his seat which kept him stable for the most part.

"Tch. Thanks, man. What a great souvenir you got for me." Dekkard gave a short huff as he flexed his leg, the slight pull against the seat sending him and the case upward in the air as he righted himself. As he rose up, he glanced into the case and eyed it suspiciously.

"Wow. Not to sound ungrateful but... is this seriously the newest tape you could find?" Dekkard grabbed the case and flipped open what was left of the protective cover on the tape cartridge. The thin sheet of plastic snapped off, cracking at the old worn hinge.

Dekkard sighed as the cover tumbled over itself again and again while he held the tape in his hand. He let the shard of debris float and gently spin in front of him as he grimaced at it. His eyes turned back to the cartridge still in grasp. Now fully exposed, the glittering metallic tape sat cosy in its blocky bulky case. Crinkled and creased, it sparkled in the harsh cockpit light.

The pilot glanced up at the heavily armoured mercenary, glaring at him from the top of his eyes. Certainly he didn't seem impressed. Axon's smirk only spread wider. He shrugged, big rounded pauldrons clattering up the sides of his carapace.

"So this is, uhh... not exactly top of the line." Dekkard muttered, little sharp grains of snapped plastic still hanging in the air before him.

Axon laughed. "This wasn't top of the line when it was new! And it's probably been taped over a hundred times. But we weren't looking for a new tape. We were looking for the perfect coordinates." He reached over and tapped the case in Dekkard's hands. "And these, are fucking perfect. I swear, no one else has these."

Axon grabbed the airlock and pulled himself through. He flicked himself around, turning over and somersaulting his legs under him to land perfectly in his seat. It was a practiced manoeuvre and he made it look easy despite his heavy black plate armour.

With a hand up behind his head, he took hold of the hatch without looking and slammed it closed. It settled with a heavy clunk, clicking reassuringly into place. Still without a glance, he moved his hand and hit a switch with a finger. The little lit red button still had a bit of black paint on it, though whatever marking it used to bear had long ago been worn away. It sunk in with an electric snap.

With the signal, there was a worn old whirring grinding outside. The port laboured to close it's own lock. The hatch slid, scraping shut. Axon smirked to himself, more sure of the security of their ship's hatch than the port's. While he'd closed their side with little more than a good slam, Jefferson's dock took a good long grinding scraping minute to finally seal. He was quite sure he was on the right side of the airlock for when the seals were tested by being re-exposed to the vacuum.

A green light flickered on in the ship's console, letting them know it was now safe to break dock. Though certainly it was safer to them than the poor souls stuck on Jefferson. If the old automatic hatch had failed to lock, surely the emergency bulkhead way down the hall would fail to deploy too. The whole station could be sucked dry of air in minutes. And that was just another day for old Jefferson. Axon shook his head to himself as he settled into his chair.

"Come on, you aren't getting gunshy on me are you?" he asked with a daring grin and glance to his brother and partner in crime.

Dekkard grinned and nodded, "No, I know. Just that it'd be nice to get something a bit more up to date once in a while. Not just the tapes though, I mean like... the fucking ship, for one. Shit, even this would be a good start." He slapped the holster on the side of his thigh as he manoeuvred himself back into his chair, shaking his head as he pulled the straps over himself and locked them into place.

"Aww," Axon whined, putting on false woe. "You're not going sour on the good old DH.98 are you?" He gave the other man a bit of a ribbing jab. With the thick steel belted cerimite capping Axon's elbow, it was a little heavier than it probably needed to be. "Come on, this is the cutting edge of 2540!" he smirked with a joking grin.

"All I'm sayin' is that I don't wanna live like we're living now. Not bumming around in a old ship that was in mothballs sixty years ago! Come on, one big job and poof... we're in the money." Dekkard smiled fondly at the dream for a moment before reach back and pulling the floating case next to his pilot's chair.

"Uh yeh, look, that doesn't happen," Axon shot back. "More likely poof, and we're out in open space." He jabbed a finger towards the pilot's console and nodded him forward. "Come on, get us out of here. Before the whole damn station starts falling apart around us."

"M'kay. Let's see where we need to go next."

Dekkard reached up and flipped several different switches on the overhead console to his left before he leaned forward to hit the main ignition switch with a fist. The ship warmed up with a hum. Shuttering as the engines kicked on, the rumble quickly settled down to a gentle little trembling shake.

The pilot's hands went to his controls, taking hold of the twin sticks. Each was a pretty weighty joystick. The shafts were long, giving enough leverage to overcome their rather stiff trim settings. With one, he edged their old little ship down, pulling away from the station's port. There was a wheezing gasp as space sucked away the thin inch of atmosphere left between the two closed hatches.

Axon sat back, lounging in the chair. Stretching his neck and groaning, he slipped his armoured fingers behind his head. The gritty flickering screen before them showed off the slowly retreating space station. Overhead, Tethys and Saturn slowly turned away as they moved off.

Once they'd cleared the station, Dekkard let go of the translation control. Pushing forward the other stick, he eased on the main engines. Behind the sleek black ship, a pair of blue engine plumes flared up. The two men sunk back into their seats.

Still fingering the throttle stick, the pilot took hold of the big chunky tape cartridge. Tugging at the floating box, he manoeuvred it over to him. Eyeing the dusty looking tape carefully, the pilot blew over the cartridge's opening with a sharp breath. The tape fluttered, hanging rather loose, not terribly assuring.

With a doubting frown, he could finally do nothing but reluctantly shake his head before leaning forward and sliding the whole massive scratched plastic cassette into the ship's auxiliary navigation port to the side of the console. The heavy tape sunk into the wide gaping slot. The deck grabbed onto the tape with a snap and clunk before drawing it down into the mechanism. The computer whirred for a moment as it read the ancient data.

"You sure this is legit? Taking pretty damn long to load..." he grumbled to his brother, glancing over with a raised eyebrow as the tape ran through a diagnostic. The small navi-screen flickered and fizzled as they both waited with growing anticipation.

"It's legit, it's legit," Axon replied to his brother's seemingly constant nagging. "Just run the tape speed low. Don't want it snapping and exploding in the drive. I've been covered in red hot unspooling drive tape once too many already," he grumbled, touching to his face where he still had a burn scar from the last time. It was never out of the realm of possibility for an old tape to snap under the reader. What invariably followed was an explosion of lose hot tape bursting out to fill the cockpit.

Dekkard shook his head slightly as he glanced over at his brother, "Well, we were under a bit of a time crunch. I doubt those battle cannons were going to wait for us to slowly read up our retreat tapes."

"Yeh, well we aren't retreating right now. Just run the spools slow alright," the bigger armoured guy grumbled, reaching over to a worn tattered belt to strap himself into the chair. "I don't want to spend the next day and a half splicing and rewinding a cartridge." He glanced over to Dekkard. "You tuned the aberration out of the luminal drive right? Kind of defeats the point of getting the perfect figures to jump in behind them if we're flung out to the other side of the star system."

"Do you think I've just been sitting here on my ass this whole time?" Dekkard asked, a hint of annoyance coloring his tone as he set the spool to its slowest setting.

A heavy thumb on the play button clicked the tape deck into drive. There were some mechanical whines as the tape deck moved to flip open the protective cover of the cartridge. It didn't know the whole cover had already been broken clean off, so the deck continued on happily oblivious, behaving as if it had a brand new cartridge.

Then it grabbed the tape, drawing it out into the machinery. It slowly rumbled up to speed with much clicking and clattering. The old tape was wrinkled and creased, making it flutter as the loop was rung out over the spools and yanked passed the read heads.

"Well, I remember you fiddling and fussing with the damn thing for going on three weeks now," Axon said with a bit of a smug smirk.

"Everything's been tuned to the best I can manage out here without a half decent set of alignment crystals. And even then, some of these systems we retrofitted are older than the entire goddamn ship. Might be something to prioritize once we get paid... if we get paid."

"Let's make sure we're the ones getting the drop on them alright? This is a god damn Cartarian Cruiser, and if we wind up in their forward sights, the old girl won't take more than a glancing shot."

"Yeah, and neither will we at this point," grumbled Dekkard as the tape finally finished its long spool, the navi-screen flickering green as coordinates began to flood across in strings of numbers highlighting possible destinations.

"Get our systems ready to switch into dark mode. Pull in the radiators as soon as we're on the other side and switch to internal coolant banks."

"Ax, this isn't my first fucking rodeo." Dekkard rolled his eyes and keyed up the commands on the terminal.

The tape stopped with a sudden clunk. The whole ship seemed to lurch at the immediate stop of the old tape. After all the rattling and rustling of the old cartridge, the following quiet was almost deafening. With a cheerful little dink, the console lit up, happily informing them the figures were loaded and the drives were ready to jump.

"Hm. Guess you were right after all. Let's just hope we don't end up in a hundred million little pieces on the other side." Dekkard said before he took a breath and locked in the figures to the navi-computer. With a sense of unease, he fired the luminal engines at full capacity.

With a blinding neon blue starburst, the space before them split open. The cockpit screen recorded a brief moment of the brilliant flickering blue before it overwhelmed the system and the screens went just white broken by interlacing lines.

With a jolt, the whole ship bucked. The two of them were forced back into their seats. The parting space before them opened up a yawning chasm. With a roar, the drives shot them into the gap. What had been black and starry space was replaced with the streaking wavering watery blue of the slash between spaces.

And then in an instant it was all over. The ship lurched again, bucking them forward into the consoles and tugging them on their old threadbare straps. They dropped through the luminal slash, falling back into space.

Dropping out of the luminal jump, the screens flickered a moment, buzzing and clicking as the tubes chittered. The picture wobbled back into view, slowly clearing up as the systems came back from the overwhelming electromagnetic burst.

And there, sitting directly before them, was a massive ship. It was barely a thousand clicks away, practically spitting distance. The screens helpfully targeted and magnified it, making the huge hulking vessel appear to be right on top of them.

Dekkard's hands were already instinctively setting up the stealth mode. Looking to the screen though, his eyes widened as he realized it was useless.

"Shit!" Axon grunted, his hands going quickly to the controls, moving with fast desperation.

It was certainly their target, a massive warship, gleaming new, cutting edge, bristling with weaponry. Unfortunately, they'd appeared staring right down the prow of the battleship, rather than quietly tucked hidden around some moon or something from which to sneak up on it.

"Fuck fuck," Axon continued muttered to himself.

Dekkard just quietly hunched over his controls, doing everything he could think of to minimize their sudden appearance to the other ship.

Axon worked tactical, hurriedly trying to get any sort of solutions or data, hoping against hope they hadn't actually been noticed. Of course, that was a fool's hope. They'd just appeared with a bright flash of luminal arrival not more than a handful of thousand clicks right in front of a top of the line brand new battleship completely covered in the cutting edge of sensor equipment.

Then at last, he got final sickening stomach turning confirmation. On his screens, the enemy ship lit up. A bit of a tinny alarm started chirping. Little overlays started illuminating on their flickering displays, framing and outlining all of their weapons. The infrared started to glow red, clearly showing all the enemy's weapon capacitors starting to warm up..

"Shit," Axon grunted again. "That's a main railgun, wide bore, they've got us in sights and they're powering up."

Dekkard's hands were practically a blur as worked the terminals in front of him, biting his bottom lip as he typed out commands rapidly and flicked a few overhead switches as he futilely sent the ship into dark mode. At the same time, he was simultaneously trying to eject the nav tape, but the ancient machine had gone into a respool before he could switch it out.

"Do we have a back tape? Get some retreat figures up!" Axon cried aloud, almost barking as the big metal clad man lost his cool.

Baring his teeth and letting out an anxious moan, Dekkard slammed his fist down on the spooler, "There's no time, Ax! This fucking thing isn't even halfway through the tape."

"Uh... uh... uh..." Axon scrambled across his panels. His brow furrowed, bunching up under the sweat. "Alright, Cartarian Cruiser... Uh... they usually have narrow main forward arc. Dorsal shit is usually just point defence. Unless they've fixed that flaw on their new shit. We're one point six thousand K away. Front arc will be like, ten degrees, give or take. What do we have to do to get out of that?"

"Two hundred and eighty thousand clicks," Dekkard replied.

"Fire up the main engine!" Axon begged. "Can we make it?"

"How long do we have?"

Axon glanced back to the infrared, watching blots of burning red spread out under the main spinal guns. "Half minute. Maybe a quarter?"

Dekkard laughed from the pressure. "Not unless we hit .5 past lightspeed."

"Shit... Shit... Shit..." Axon swore.

And then the screen flashed with a muzzle blast. A bright pinprick of light burned itself onto the display. The first shot had been fired.

Axon though scowled, knitting his brows and cocked his head, confused despite the panic. A railgun that size, it hardly could have been even half charged. Sure enough, the red blot on the infrared started to fade. He turned to his screen.

"They've fired way to early?" Axon said half to himself.

"Fired what though?"

Nodding, Axon kept checking his instruments. "Speed is hardly sixteen K per second. That thing should make at least thirty."

"Does that help?" Dekkard asked quickly, tapping the spooler as it wound the tape back, still with a ways to go.

"Six kilogram slug at the very least," Axon replied, shaking his head. "It will still tear through us like tissue paper."

The two of them looked up, turning their eyes to the great enemy battleship and the impending doom.

Hardly a moment later, the projectile entered sight, glittering into the light. It grew closer at such rapid speed, the cameras could hardly focus on it.

Axon leaned forward, puzzlement still spreading on his face. It hardly looked like a usual slug. Most railguns would hardly fire anything other than a solid cylinder of steel or osmium. This looked far more intricate and detailed.

Then, to confirm it was something more, the thing lit up. A bright little flickering candle of a flame flared up from the front of the thing.

Leaning forward and mouth hanging open, Axon looked back to his controls. "It's... uh... slowing down?"

Even as it slowed, they hardly had a moment to react. The ship shuddered as it was stuck by the thing, sending both of them reeling as they were flung by the force of the punch. Dekkard was jerked into his straps, Axon was pressed back into his seat. The ship flung itself into a bit of a spin, knocked for a loop by the off-center strike. Whatever it was had the decency to at least not punch straight through them, shredding the cockpit and tossing them both out into the void of space.

It wasn't about to leave them unscathed though. As the thing slammed into their hull, it punctured through like a needle. The sheer force of impact drove the thing into their ship like a nail under a hammer.

The cockpit screen in front of Dekkard shattered, breaking open with bits of glass as it flickered to blackness. The missile that had shot them pierced right through, poking out aimed right at his head. It slowly ground to a halt, lodged right in the front of their sleek little ship.

Dekkard's face went white with shock at the impact of the missile and he jerked in his seat as the shattered remains of the screen rushed past him. He waited for a moment, fully expecting the hull breach to suck the oxygen out of the cabin and leave both he and his brother floating in the cold vacuum beyond the armour plating... but it didn't come. The missile must've wedged itself in tight enough to create just enough of a seal around the puncture, though that hardly made him feel better about their situation.

Axon turned to glance, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in stunned silence. They looked to each other for a moment of gormless gaping shock. Neither of them had the slightest bit of colour in their faces, completely drained. A thin wheezing whistling hiss of escaping air fluttered out through the punctured hole around the embedded projectile.

The thing had dug its way through a good foot of armour plating, cutting through their ship like butter. The pointed tip of it was hardly even scuffed, dented, or blunted. Then it came to a dead stop lodged a good few inches into the cockpit compartment.

A flash of light on a screen drew Axon's eyes away. He turned to his instruments and again was awash with confusion. "They're... uh... they're powering their drives I think." Moving a quick hand, he flicked through his readouts. "No more weapons fire. No more anything. I think they're leaving."

Dekkard meanwhile, was staring down the pointed tip of a gleaming steely missile. The weapon had been launched from a magnetic cannon more than a thousand kilometers away and crossed the intervening distance in a mere minute. And after all that, it only slowed down to merely prick into their cockpit. It sat there, gleaming and menacing, mere inches from his face.

"What... what is this?" Dekkard asked slowly, his muscles still tight as he clenched the seat with trembling hands, eyeing the missile's gleaming tip.

"What?" Axon asked, looking to his fellow. Still a little rattled, he could hardly think straight.

"What the fuck is this thing!" Dekkard finally snapped, staring down an enemy weapon and unable to hold himself back.

"Uh... yeh..." Axon started working at his equipment.

Dekkard still gripped his seat tightly, feeling like he'd been frozen stiff suddenly. The two of them haven't ever dealt with anything remotely like this before and he was slowly realizing that if they weren't careful, they wouldn't make it out with their lives. Slowly, he took a breath to try and calm himself and released his grip on the seat, letting his body float against the straps.

Axon started paging through his instruments, checking whatever hadn't been damaged by the hit. In the meantime, the battleship continued powering up for luminal jump. As he worked away, the huge intimidating ship flickered out of space, blasting them with its own blue flash of engine glow. Just sliding away, the battleship gracefully bowed out. Having fired just one single shot, the massive ship took off into the blue starburst of jump.

Axon turned away from the screen, shielding his eyes from the electric flash across all their displays as the distant ship's drives blinded their instruments. When the screens flicked back to life and degaussed, the enemy had vanished. He gave the consoles a moment to click and dissipate the static, before going back to work.

They still had some cameras. Axon turned them to get a look at what hit them. Far from the slender piercing needle that had punctured their cockpit, outside the thing looked like a big bulky drum. It quickly flared out to become thick and chunky and blunt.

"I think... this is exactly what it's designed to do?" Axon muttered. He continued fingering at his controls, trying to get a closer look. "Definitely has fuel. No main engines though. Looks like it's just retros. All it does is slow down. Main body of the payload widens out rapidly. It's built to pierce in, but lodge against the hull and stop."

"But what the hell is it? Some sort of a timebomb? I mean, I'm staring right at something that seems like it should've killed us by now." Dekkard grimaced as he leaned slightly forward to get a better look at whatever the hell was now lodged in their hull.

"I don't see any sign of a warhead or anything. I don't think it's meant to explode," Axon continued.

"Then what the fuck is the point of them shooting it at us?" Dekkard asked as he glared at the puncture point.

"I uh... have no idea."

And then, almost as if to answer their questions, the tip of the metal shaft spread slightly open. The protective head hinged, gaping like jaws. It exposed a blunt rounded end to the shaft underneath. A tiny little hole was pierced right in the very end. Dekkard and the silvery missile shaft were practically staring at each other.

As soon as it opened, there was a spurt. It started as a burst of air, puffing right into Dekkard's face. Then with a squirt, the thing sprayed out a power blue goo. Pastel sky blue fluid sprayed from the nozzle, sputtering and splashing. Directly in the path of the thing, Dekkard was quickly doused.

The pilot jerked away from the nozzle as the sudden spray of goo shot out from the tip, completely covering his face with the strange substance. He hadn't managed to close his eyes or mouth in time and now found himself blinking away the thick substance, sputtering and coughing as his tongue and throat got coated with the stuff.

Some stray drops splattered across the cockpit, spraying over onto Axon. He turned his head away, flinching back at the feeling of the first wet warm splashes of thick blue ooze. It doused up the side of his gleaming black armour before dashing over his cheek and chin.

Sneering, he reached up and wiped off the side of his face. It only smeared the thick blue goop over his stubbled cheek and coated the palm of his hand. The goo seemed to seek out the seams of his metalized armour. It sizzled as it started melting away the plasticized rubber of the joints. As it burnt tiny holes through the sealed suit, it seeped in to spread cold and wet over his skin.

Dekkard spat and coughed as he desperately tried to wipe away the substance covering his face. His eyes were stinging like he'd gotten soap in them and the cool, metallic taste of the stuff was slowly sliding down his throat, despite his best efforts to hack it up.

Axon tried wiping himself again, only further coating the blue goo over his face. "Ugh," he wretched a bit. He turned his hand to the unsmeared side. Wiping his cheek again with the back of his hand, he managed to at least spread the sticky stuff thinner.

Continuing to cough and retch, Dekkard did his best to clear his vision, reaching down to unlock his harness so he could rub his eyes. The cloying taste of the stuff did nothing to help while he felt a sudden sickly sensation gurgling within his stomach.

Axon was already hunched back over his console. "Shit. They got away. Damn it man, we were going to make sixty thousand yen for this!"

Dekkard hocked up a ball of spit as he spoke, the ball of now blue goo launching out from his tingling mouth as he spoke, "What the fuck is this? Oh my--fuck! It's disgusting!"

Axon shrugged. "I dunno. If they just wanted us dead, they could have hosed us down with acid, or gassed us. Hell, easier to just use a damn missile and blow us to shreds. It's not like..." he faltered to a stop and his eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck, shit."

Axon could practically feel the stuff flowing in his blood. Tactile absorption, pulling the active infectious payload right into his body. It felt like fizzing soda flowing through his veins. Looking to his hands with a touch of concern, turning them over and flexing his fingers. It quickly spread out through his arms and down into his neck from the splatter on his face.

"Ughh... w-what?" Dekkard asked with a groan, his stomach still turning inside him like he'd gotten a sudden onset of food poisoning. Even his tongue and mouth were beginning to feel strange, like they'd been numbed up somehow.

The stuff quickly moved on to starting causing some of its symptoms. As it spread out through his body, Axon could feel the stuff worming into his muscle and flesh. It was like sizzling roots sprawling out through his bloodstream, taking root through his body. The weaponry was taking hold and it was already probably too late.

The stuff was fiery throughout the infected flesh. Horrible itching crawling sensations started spreading out from the affected areas. Axon's skin crawled, shivering at the stinging. Soon, his struck arm seemed almost inflamed. His muscles drew in more and more blood as they pulled in the insidious agent. His very flesh rippled and curled, flexing uncontrollably as it took on the strange substance. Flaring and swelling, his flesh expanded so much that it started pressing out against his tough metal armour. In a moment, his whole arm felt tightly constricted by his own once well fitting armour.

It spread over his cheek and neck, bulging out the facial muscles and the thick cords of muscle. Almost pounding, the whole side of his neck bulged out like it was inflating. The muscle and sinew of his throat became incredibly pronounced and defined as it stretched out his skin.

Underneath his flight suit, Dekkard's body was rapidly changing from the inside out. His stomach was still full of the goo, though it was quickly working its way into his entire system, changing everything as his heart pumped it faster and faster. His very blood was mutating within his veins, isolating certain strains of his biological makeup and altering them instantly.

And then the stuff started moving on. Axon clutched at his chest. Flowing through his body, the infectious goo stretched out its cold clammy fingers along his bloodstream. It surged through his organs, spilling through his heart and lungs before cascading through his gut. He coughed a moment as he felt that same burning filling his lungs. His heart skipped as the stuff shocked it, almost stopping it for a moment before the pulse returned and fluttered even faster.

With increased blood flow, Axon's face went a little flush. As the stuff tightened its grip on his heart, his blood seemed to run hotter and faster. He panted a little, feeling suddenly so burning hot. As his blood ran, he felt it practically seeking out his loins. Under the cup of his hard black metal armour, he felt his cock flare and tremble. In a moment, it was swelling. Pulsing and pounding, it sucked in more blood, and with it, that stuff that was infecting his body.

Axon though was slightly losing grips of himself. He looked down at his goo smeared hand with a touch of panic. "Shit shit shit." He started looking around the cockpit a bit frantically, but it seemed his quick search came up fruitless. It had been moments, and this stuff worked faster than you could blink. It would take some next gen premium tech shit to reverse the process now, and all they had was some basic automed shit.

"What?? Ax, what the fuck is wrong?!" Dekkard was wincing now as his body started to feel strange all over, a rush of fiery sensations rushing across his skin, his bones, and most of all, his crotch. His muscles were tensing and flexing all on their own now, and his tongue was thick in his mouth, harder to manoeuvre as he felt his face flush suddenly with a wave of heat.

"It couldn't be. It fucking couldn't be," Axon muttered. He seemed pretty dead certain though, grim and dire tones settling deep into his voice.

Even as he realized what was happening, it was already well underway. He grunted, feeling his hefty cock suddenly pumping thicker and fuller. His chest started heaving, rising and falling with harder quicker heavier breaths. He could feel his heart racing now, pounding faster and faster to soon be fluttering faster than any human heart ever should. It made his whole chest tingle and feel twisted and wrong. Clutching at his chest, he scratched his metalclad fingers over his breastplate.

Settling into his gut, his stomach turned and warped. He grunted and buckled forward. It started trickling down into his legs and even pooling into his ass. In a short moment, his whole body was on fire and itching. The awful sensation seemed to consume his flesh all the way down to his bone.

But most prominently, the ooze infected his maleness. With all the rushing hot blood, his cock was growing firm. The flow brought with it even more of the infectious agent, well suffusing his swelling dick. The itching swept through his balls as they too fell victim.

And then, beyond just the coursing blood, the effect seemed to even trigger the deepest instincts of lust and want in his mind. Tingling with further fizz, the goo took hold of even his mind, spreading out through his brain. With that, his cock wasn't just growing with blood, but hot unbridled arousal.

Axon hunched forward again, panting with increasing desperation. Feeling his groin swelling to fill out his codpiece, he squirmed in his seat. A snug fit quickly became a clasping clutch before turning into a crushing vice. With an uncomfortable cough, he reached down to grab at his armoured groin and attempted to shift it.

"Axon, tell me what the FUCK is happening!" Dekkard yelled at his brother, eyes wide and body and mind alight with sensations from a brute force attack from the alien goo. His own cock was also filling up between his growing thighs, the tube of flesh thickening and lengthening to its fullest under the now too tight confines of his flight suit.

And all the while, his chest was thumping impossibly fast as his heart sped along more and more, forcing the changing goo further along within his mutating system.

"Uh... uh..." Axon struggled. Furrowing his brow and desperately trying to focus, he found it hard to call up the memory and the words.

With hot pangs of lust consuming his mind, it was hard to pay attention to anything but his swelling throbbing dick. It was so tight in his armour. Lengthening, stretching, thickening, it filled out all the room for it in the metal crotch. His cock managed to worm its way out, spreading up his belly as a thick fleshy shaft. Axon moaned and gasped, feeling the sensitive bulbous growing head of his dick and the thick heavy shaft following it squeeze its way up between his belly and armour. His dick seemed so shockingly sensitive. The change taking hold of him wanted him to clearly feel every twitch and stroke.

His balls were growing full and heavy. Slowly swelling, the orbs filled up all the room afforded to them before crushing up into the hard metal cup. Soon, the pressure was so great that the armour clasps gave away. With a clang, his crotch plate buckled forward, giving his bloated stretching expanding fleshy orbs just a little more room to swell into.

Dekkard was panting now as he twitched and heaved, his thumping chest expanding with each breath to the point where his flight suit was stretched taut across it. But the growing bulge between his legs was quickly working its way upwards under the stretched fabric. Dekkard groaned at the strange feeling of his dick expanding underneath his suit, inching up towards his stomach as he struggled to clutch the zipper in his shaking hands.

His fingers were thicker now, clumsier with the added stress of the transformation he was undergoing. Even so, he managed to grab the small metal tab and work it down his front, leaving him just in his undersuit with his still growing cock bulging out against the skin-tight fabric.

Between his thighs, Dekkard's balls felt like they were ballooning out within the too tight confines of his undersuit, though he was just happy to be able to wiggle out of the thing for a moment of relief. His panting tongue was now hanging out of his mouth much further than before, and it was stained blue from the alien substance... though now, it seemed like that color was more defined.

His tongue lashed out with every breath as the same lust that was overpowering Axon was beginning to take hold of him. Pangs of euphoric heat flowed throughout his entire system, causing his cock to expand with each beat of his heart, which was going faster than any human organ could possibly run on its own.

Thoughts that Dekkard would never have came bubbling to the surface of his consciousness, and he couldn't possibly ignore them now. He moaned low in his bulging throat, clenching his eyes as more and more waves of lust barrelled through his mind, each one causing his dick to surge a bit larger, his blue tongue wetting his now blue lips with drool.

Axon was still muttering to himself, brow furrowed and fighting hard just to get a single thought through his head that wasn't about the shockingly stunning sensations of his changing cock.

Finally, finally, he seemed to be able to catch the thought that was escaping him. "I... I think I've heard about this..." he managed to get out before another burst of hot pleasure shot up his spine from his dick. Tossing back his head, he drew in a sharp and pleasured breath.

Stroking up under his abdomen plate, his cock was growing to be massive. It had long ago finished out to its previous fully hard size. Once nicely above average, now it was just continuing to swell. Pulsing and throbbing, it started to add whole fractions of an inch with every flex. Spilling passed his navel, his thick meaty sausage grew over ten full inches, and it only seemed to be getting started, racing faster and faster with every little burst of growth.

"Viral metamorphic bioweapon." Axon added with a lusty moan. His hand clutched again at his chest, though now it was more like a needy grasping caress than a pained clutch. Head still back against his chair, he laid back, almost stretching out to get comfortable.

Dekkard opened his eyes at his brother's words, but he was feeling unfocused now. Confused. The goo had already seeped into his system and now it was just a matter of time until he succumbed.

"Bio... weapon. Fuck me," he groaned as he shifted along his seat, his larger frame causing the fitted cushions to flatten out around him as he moved. He licked his tongue along his lips, flicking his nose accidentally, his eyes widening in surprise. Holding it out a bit to get a proper look at it, Dekkard found his tongue brilliant blue. Moreover, it had lengthened and thickened out, making it a substantial coiling muscle. More than a foot of it was out passed his lips, lashing about. It tapered to a flicking point.

"Yeh," Axon grunted, panting. "The uh... Klaxxons were working on it." He was interrupted with a wheezing grunt. "Uh, but cancelled it."

"Figuress. Soundss like... uuumm, sounds like sssomething they'd... dooo." His words were harder to form now that his mouth felt larger, but mostly because of his thicker, longer tongue he couldn't help but focus on. Even in his throat, it felt radically different; thicker, more mobile and stronger.

Deep inside his neck, it was like a wriggling writhing tube of coiling twisting muscle. He could feel it trembling inside him, fighting with him like an angry snake. So unprepared to find his own throat becoming a flexing mobile serpent of muscle, Dekkard couldn't control it in the slightest. It almost felt like an alien creature in him, like the whole thing was numb and unfeeling, like it had been sedated. He'd need to relearn how to handle it.

Fighting with his own throat and massive writhing tongue, Dekkard gagged and choked a while before even being able to speak. "But whhhat doess it do?" Dekkard asked, ending on a low, guttural moan as his cock wormed under his skin-tight shirt up towards his chest another inch as his spine pulsed, pleasure coursing throughout his entire body now. It seemed the horrible burning itching gave way to just hot flush burning of pure lusty arousal.

Axon finally just gave up. "Fuck it!" he grunted, throwing his hands to his sides. With clumsy shaking fingers, he started fighting with the catches of his heavy armour clasps. Head twisted over to try and look around his back for the releases, pretty much the only thing he could do though was watch his fingers struggle with the buckles of his armour. Until this moment, it had been an easy and practiced task. Now it seemed impossible as his armoured fingers scratched and scraped over the metal.

Luckily, through his struggle and surging lusts, he just barely remembered to answer Dekkard. "Uh... huh..." he huffed hot. "This creature on their homeworld. It has... some kind of viral reproduction... Some people call them like werewolves. They tried weaponizing it."

The pilot writhed about in his seat as his changes continued to pulse throughout his body along with his heartbeat, each one changing him more and more. He moaned aloud in the tiny cockpit, breathing more and more rapidly as his lust grew exponentially each second.

Almost escaping from his control, his tongue lashing all around, practically pouring out of his mouth like a long coiling twisting angry snake. It hung low enough to nearly reach his chest and lick out to his ears and even over his brows. The neon blue thing was hanging almost six inches beyond his lips.

Inside his skin tight pants, Dekkard suddenly felt his dick twitch. While it had been trembling and pulsing as it grew hard, this was something entirely new. Shockingly different, it was enough to immediately draw his attention. His cock started to squirm. Actual muscles were tensing and flexing, starting to make his dick lash and coil inside his pants.

Twisting and curling, he could clearly feel his cock lashing over his abs. Still growing, it was stretching up his belly. So huge and thick, the massive organ was stretching out his suit, drawing it over the girthy writhing shaft so skin tight as to just outline it. The flicking serpent of a cock was so clearly visible through his thin suit.

The pilot's brow was furrowed with stress was he watched the outline of his cock growing and slithering underneath his suit. He gasped at the strange, dual sensations of lewd pleasure and extreme sensitivity his growing organ was giving him, and he moaned aloud sensually as his lust got the better of him.

"Sso... I guess we just got a front row seat to the weapons test?" he asked, long pointed tongue flicking over his teeth. As it did, the tops of his front teeth started flaring up, sharpening out into little fledgling fangs.

"Gotta ssay, it feelss a lot... better than I thought it would, Ax," Dekkard said with a gasping breath as he ran his hands up and down his bulging suit, tracing his fingers over the outline of his cock. He glanced over at Axon, a bluish blush coloring his cheeks as he imagined the exact same changes happening to his brother. Thoughts were starting to infect his mind.

Seemingly unable to help himself, Dekkard's eyes traced over the big muscled man beside him. Though his body was clad in armour and hidden, the armour itself was somewhat, evocatively sculpted. Cast to look like abs and huge plate-like pecs, it was hard not to find the huge intimidating man at least a little bit enticing. Slowly, it seemed to matter less and less that the buff bulky man also happened to be his brother.

His changes weren't terribly visible yet, but Dekkard could make out strange bulging and swelling rippling under his brother's metalized armour. And somehow, he could clearly imagine his brother's cock feeling exactly like his, rapidly growing larger and taking on something of a coiling writhing life of its own.

Before he knew it, Dekkard was leaning slightly forward and admiring his armour clad brother. His long tongue licked over his blue lips and growing fangs. His eyes roamed the meaty muscled man hungrily. With hot panting breath, Dekkard's trapped cock started to pulse and throb with renewed vigour.

Then, with sudden finality, Dekkard's dick outgrew his tight flight suit. It swelled so large, the tight breathable fabric just suddenly burst. Tearing open over the fat bulging shaft, the tight suit snapped away, practically exploding open to expose his new lashing dick.

While it was writhing and whipping around like his tapered tongue, his cock was also starting to take on the colouration of it too. His once purple human helmet cockhead had started to grow out into a tapering point of a tip, and it had gone neon blue.

Across the cabin, Axon was still busy fumbling with his armour. Fighting to free his crushed cock and balls, he could feel them changing too. He gasped with a little shock as he felt his dick suddenly shift and squirm.

Lurching forward, Axon looked down at his armoured cup. It bulged and rippled, wiggling as the moving dick under it shifted the little metal plate. Flicking and twisting all around out of control, his cock even whipped down to flop into his pant leg. Now it was flexing like a stuck worm along his hard thick muscled thigh.

As the organ grew even longer, it started to experimentally stretch and flick around his thick heavy leg. His own dick was coiling and slinking like a climbing vine, curling itself right around his thigh to grip at it.

Axon groped at his leg, though his fingers just clutched at his metal plated armour. He couldn't clearly feel his cock through the armour, just squeezing it down onto his taut, muscled inner thigh.

"Uh..." he huffed, hot and bothered. His brow furrowed, bunching tight as he worked on a difficult thought to get over. Dekkard... his brother... The obvious burning arousal filling him. Axon hunched down, focusing on his screens so his eyes wouldn't wander. He was feeling strange, and didn't want to look to his brother to confirm anything.

"I... don't know..." he muttered, lying. Even as he tried to deny it, his coiling cock gripping his leg started to stroke and tug at his thigh. The huge armoured mercenary moaned and bit at his lip. His own bluish blush flared on his cheeks, burning hot with his arousal.

He closed his eyes. Much to his shock, first revolted but soon intrigued, what he found behind his eyelids and wandering through his mind, was his changing brother. He even knew a bit about the creature, the thing whatever they were becoming was based on. And he found it shockingly arousing.

Encouraged by how good it felt, his cock continued to grip and stroke itself at his leg. Axon grunted, closing his eyes tighter and focusing on merging the mental images of the alien beast and his brother. His hips bucked, flexing a little to thrust his cock, though that hardly mattered as his prehensile dick was jerking itself off with his leg under his tight armour plating.

Under the grip of his thick curling cock, Axon could even clearly feel his muscled leg growing all the more massive. Swelling muscles, bulging flesh, his thick tight hard legs were squeezing out his coiling cock into the leg of his metalled armour. It was strange to say the least to so distinctly feeling up his thigh using his cock.

"Mmmf--fuck me, thiss iss... fucking weird as hell but I... can't ssay I'm minding it that much." Dekkard said as he looked over at Axon with a fang filled grin, his blue tongue flicking over his lips and nose as he moaned lewdly as he watched his brother's twitching cock under his armour, making the gleaming black metal plates writhe. His own arousal felt like it was still growing as it flicked and twitched like some sort of blue, phallic snake over his torso.

As it whipped over his abs, whole belly exposed by his split open spandex suit, his gut started turning to another shade of blue. Darker than his neon cock, lips, or tongue, his flesh was going for an almost deep dark sea blue. Cracking scouring slits started webbing out over his belly. His skin thickened and toughened, even as it cracked. Going hard and somewhat glossy, his flesh turned to a scaly hide. Spreading out with the blue, it started wrapping over his growing body.

Dekkard grunted as a new sensation rushed up his growing length. The neon blue shaft was thickening as it twisted above his torso now, well over eighteen inches in length. But he could feel the new muscles that had grown along the length tensing up suddenly, and his cock finally stopped moving about as it stiffened up considerably.

The shaft was impressively girthy as blood pulsed within it, nearly six inches around. The tensing sensation grew even more intense as Dekkard squirmed in his seat, tentatively reaching a hand up to touch his alien length. As his fingers touched the base of his cock, the tapered tip above him seemed to flare outward more and more.

"Fffffuuuuccckkk, I can't... Ax, I think... oh shit, oh fuck!" Dekkard moaned lewdly and thrust his hips into the air wildly as the tip of his cock flared out further and then, finally, started peeling down the middle like a seam. The two halves of his dick started pulling apart. From the splitting tip, the halves started flexing and flailing independently.

The split flowed down the entire length, slowly forming two separate and wriggling shafts that writhed in the air, slipping and twisting around each other. Dekkard rolled his hips and ground his ass into the chair as a wave of euphoria rolled through his twin dicks and his enlarged testicles. But much like Axon, his orgasm simply wouldn't come, leaving his arousals and his lust to only grow more and more.

Axon was steadily becoming more overwhelmed. His clutching cock steadily stroking itself over his leg was driving itself towards desperate release. No matter how hard it worked itself though, he didn't seem to be getting any closer.

Clawing thoughts and burning arousal were steadily worming their way deep into his mind. Axon clenched his teeth and tightly held his eyes shut. Hunched over his console, he dug his gauntlet fingers into the dash. He'd lost the will or even control over himself to continue trying to get his armour off.

In the meantime though, his whole body was steadily growing. He could feel now his pecs growing out into his breastplate, firm muscle pressing out into the metal. His arms were swelling like bulging pipes into his armour. All over, the clasps and seams of the plate were starting to stretch and strain. Though he could no longer focus enough to free himself, it seemed soon his body would manage all on its own.

Panting and puffing, Axon's breaths only grew more heated and desperate. Between the hot boiling arousal, flexing cock stroking itself on his leg, and sinful thoughts crawling through his mind, his whole body burned. With his growing chest squeezing into his plate, it started to tightly constrain his breath.

Growing so massively, his body was bulging and writhing under his armour. The shifting plates were looking more and more misshapen. It might have given the impression of something horrible and grotesque going on out of sight. But knowing it was all being forced out by solid growing muscle, it was enough to inspire imaginations and daydreams on thoughts and wonders over what he might look like now underneath.

On the other side of the cockpit, Dekkard was moaning lasciviously in his now too small chair, his dual cocks twisting and rubbing around each other as he thrusted uncontrollably into the air. His tongue lashed out as he panted hard, eyes half-lidded as he reached up with his meaty hands and began tearing the flight suit from his body.

His growing form was proving to be too much for the tight seams of the suit and as he moved, tears and rips formed all over the flexible material. His skin was hardening as he moved, thick plate-like sections quickly beginning to form as the same dark bluish tinge rushed over every part of him. Reaching down his front, he used his dug his fingers into the creases and pulled, feeling growing nails catch and tear apart the suit like it was nothing.

As he groaned with relief at the too tight suit being torn off of his rapidly growing body, his slick tongue brushed against his lips and nose as his face began to fill with a strange pulling sensation. The euphoria coursing through his body centered around his head intensely as he gripped the metal armrests of his seat, feeling his nose and mouth push forward and grow, new sets of teeth filling in the gaps in his maw.

Dekkard leaned forward and back as his once human face was pulled into a sort of beastial, fang-filled muzzle. His suit, unable to cope with the movement, burst from around his deep blue skin, tearing right down his massively muscles thighs and back as he continued to expand with each passing second.

His tongue seemed to fit better into his muzzle now, the thick organ still flicking about like it was inspecting its new home. Dekkard could feel his nose twitching as well, slitted nostrils flaring out as a wave of new senses took hold of his consciousness.

The smells of the ship assaulted him as he breathed--scarred and rusted metal lining the cockpit, the sharp tang of electricity burning somewhere within the console, rewashed oxygen flowing through overworked filters--things he would have never noticed before.

Axon groaned, feeling his whole body being crushed inside his black tin can of gleaming metalized armour. Muscles swelling, his torso and limbs were filling and overfilling the tightly cast metal plates. His wiggling twitching cock and bloated swelling balls were tightly crushing themselves into his groin cup.

Groaning, he gnashed his teeth, grunting with a touch of pain. His breathing became puffing and laboured, chest clenched by the plate meant to protect it. And even with the discomfort, all he could really focus on was the pleasure.

His squirming wriggling cock was still stroking itself over his leg, clutching and griping at it as it worked to pleasured itself. Even with the tightening constricting armour plate, even as the metal squeezed his cock so achingly tight, the organ continued to slither and wriggle. Powerful and strong enough to keep moving despite the tight grip of the metal and his muscled leg.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't focus enough to undo the clasps and buckles. He couldn't even think enough to remember how to undo them. He didn't even know if his growing fat swelling fingers could even manage to free them anymore.

But his growing body was quickly outgrowing the suit of shiny black plate. He flexed, curling up an arm. His huge growing bicep tightened and flared up. At once it burst open the metal cladding over his upper arm. Belts and buckles snapped and sheared, giving way under the swelling bulk of his huge hulking body.

Axon let out a gasp of relief. It felt so good to be free of the crushing pain. Without a second thought, he quickly went about freeing the rest of his body. He flexed his other arm, popping open his plate. Tightening a curling bicep, he flexed with such strength that it bent the metalized ceramic of his blast armour.

Lifting his arms into an invisible butterfly, he pulled them in, flexing in his chest. Massive thick slabs of meaty muscle, his pecs swelled up with rippling tightened cords. His breastplate split open, cracking like an egg.

Hunching forward, he crunched his stomach. His abs weren't quite large enough to swell up and cast off his armour. But as he flexed in, bending forward, he brought to bear enough force to shatter open the front of his metal suit. With the straps broken, the metal plates fell away like falling leaves.

His undersuit, black skin tight nylon, was already starting to split over his growing body. Wrapped over his bulking muscle, the fabric was quickly tearing open, seams tearing with long flexing rips.

Underneath, his skin was starting to go blue. The tinge of unnatural bright colour started washing out over his once human skin. Like his brother, his flesh started to thicken and harden. What had been human skin, started inflaming and thickening. Swelling, it started to turn tough and solid. Steadily, his very skin was changing to replace his shed armour.

Webbing with cracks, his skin split into scales. The new blue tinge of his hide turned to scale. As it darkened, it turned glossy, matching the sheen of even his polished black armour. In moments, much of his body was covered in a thick tough leathery hide of solid dark blue scale.

Rolling side to side, Axon stretched and flexed his legs. Clenching his glutes, he broke off the backside of his suit. Curling his massive bulging thighs, he shattered the black plate away from his legs.

His huge dick, having grown to be larger than a forearm, quickly burst out. A towering pillar of swollen maleness, it was passing two full feet. That fat heavy shaft of meat split open the tight stretched fabric of his whole body undersuit. Freed, his squirming twisting cock instantly sprung out, wriggling and waving out in front of him.

Axon let out another sigh of deep relief, even harder. Slumping back into his seat, he laid his head back over the headrest. He'd grown more than a foot in size since this all started, sliding him up the chair. Now he was a full head taller than he'd started, putting him over the headrest.

While he relaxed though, his curling cock was already seeking out a new source of pleasure. While it felt good to be free from the crushing constriction of the armour, now it didn't have the tight space to wriggle through to stroke itself off.

Waving and curling before him, it reached out and grasped for anything it could find. The slithering twisting dick slapped itself over the control console. Waving side to side and lashing uncontrolled, it rubbed itself all over the buttons and switches.

Its flesh started to go blue too. It turned to match his brother's pair of dicks. The flesh of his shaft started turning blue, but going even more shiny and brilliant than his scales. Changing tone, the swollen meat started to almost glow in the harsh lights of the cockpit. The whole huge shaft went neon blue.

His blunt human glans started to stretch. While the cockhead had already grown to be larger than a fist, it still looked mostly human, at least for a moment. While the purple started turning to neon blue, the very tip of it started to stretch out. Tapering out to a point, it formed a sharp spearpoint of flesh.

At the same time, his growing bloated balls were freed too, flopping out of his split undersuit. Huge fleshy meaty orbs, they slapped down onto the seat below him. Each one was hand-filling. Still expanding, they looked like swollen fat melons, wrapped in his tight blue scaly sack.

With another groan, a little more pleasured and less relieved, he spread open his huge muscled legs to give his bloated balls more room. His dense scaly globes, spilled out over the seat. They grew so large, they started to tip over the edge of the co-pilot chair, hanging off the worn leather.

Dekkard felt his suit sliding away from his body, the new hardened plates forcing it down and away from his now nude body. He groaned with relief at the feeling of his new skin free to the air of the tiny cockpit, the new scales acting like nubs of sensitivity to the cool, flowing air around him and his brother.

The blue plates continued to expand across his skin, hardening in a pattern of shapes from his chest outward like some sort of organic tapestry. The flowing lines matched up asymmetrically as they flowed upwards and downwards over his body. His new muzzle was soon covered in the tiny, flexible scales that ran over his longer snout and broader brow.

His head of hair had since fallen out, the brown locks floating in the air for a moment before the filtration system sucked the floating mass away, leaving his reshaped skull bare as the changes rushed over it as well. He groaned as pressure built in his skull, relieved after a few moments as protrusions forced themselves out from between both sides of the scales on his brow. The gleaming black, boney lengths pushed outward from his brow, leaving him with a series of short horns that flowed back along his skull, getting shorter as they went.

Dekkard moved his legs across the grated metal floor as the changes continued. Within mere minutes, he'd easily gained another foot and a half in height from his human body. His thighs and legs and backside were bulging with meaty muscles now, scales rushing down to cover his lower half as he moaned lustily, his thrusting hips only increasing in their needy display.

The pilot snarled and whipped his tongue out of his muzzle, his eyes closing as he felt his very bones reshaping themselves. The muscles under his scales were wrapping themselves up in a new formation as his ankles arched back from his feet. The new shape was more animal, more beast-like as he flexed his toes, feeling them changes growing in size to match his larger frame.

His lightweight shoes were no match for the force with which his body was expanding. The material burst as his nails became deadly claws as his feet took on a decidedly more reptilian look. His new legs pressed up against the console, making the metal groan with the sheer strength of his muscles.

Reaching up, Axon wiped off the last few shreds of his shorn armour. Flicking away the final plates still clinging to his growing scaled muscle. As he continued to grow, his huge bulking muscled body tore away what remained of his undersuit cloth. In a few final more moments, he was bare down to his shining deep blue scales. He sat in the co-pilot seat now a huge hulking scaly beast.

Head still back, bent over the headrest, the huge muscled man turned even larger scaly monster huffed and puffed with pleasured breath. His neon blue pointed cock whipped and lashed, slimy and squirming, rubbing itself over the controls before him.

Gasping for breath, his face started to press forward. Pushing ahead, his jaws stretched and poked out. Pulling his face with it, his growing bone stretched out his skin just like his suit drawn out over his bulking muscles before it split away.

Panting, huge chest heaving with breath, his mouth spread out, growing into a lengthened muzzle. Inside, his teeth sprouted, poking up as sharpened fangs. His tongue started to stretch and swell with increased speed. Soon it was twisting and lashing just like his waving cock and his brother's own long slobbering tongue.

He didn't care though. Reaching down, he only wanted to get his hand on his flipping twisting dick. He mashed his palm into it, squeezing it down into the control panel. The flexing rippling organ coiled and curled, lashing up over his hand and twisting around his wrist.

Axon moaned through his growing fanged muzzle. Clutching at his huge fat dick, he squeezed his big strong fingers into the swollen fleshy meat. Meanwhile, his cock clutched back. Curled around his wrist, it squeezed and tugged. Soon, it was stoking itself over the base of his forearm.

His other hand reached down to clutch at his huge swollen balls. In a moment, he was pawing over his scaly bloated sack. Tugging and squeezing needily at it, he felt at the plump full orbs. Tossing his head further back, he lashed and slurped his tongue all around his mouth. As it lengthened, it flicked at his nose and tongued around his cheeks.

With the growing muzzle in the center of his face, his skin started to turn to the same blue scale as had consumed his body. Starting over his muzzle and spreading out across his cheeks, the flesh thickened and turned gleaming hard like polished stone. Soon it was covering his brow and wrapping around to his neck.

As his new muzzle finished out, his nose flattened across the tip of it as a broad snout. As they grew, his nostrils flared with his puffing heaving heated breaths. Soon, it was complete, leaving him with a beastly fanged maw tipped with a huffing snout. Scale spread around his nostrils and covered over his lips, turning them bright blue.

As he continued pawing at his huge meaty nuts and stroking his lashing dick even as it stroked him back, his tongue licked and lashed over his newly minted scaly snout and thick hard neon lips.

When he reopened his eyes, splitting his now scaly eyelids and gazing up in a lusty haze at the ceiling, his pupils had turned to tight thin slits. Meanwhile, the irises had gone golden. Gleaming in the flickering fluorescent light, they shone as bright as his new neon cock and tongue.

Dekkard opened his eyes after a particularly intense wave of pleasure had coursed through him, and he realized his vision seemed... sharper. His eyes now matched his brother's perfectly, a thin membrane under his eyelids swiping across with each blink, keeping them moist and protected.

Dekkard's cocks were still undulating and twisting against each other even as his balls suddenly expanded in his scale covered sac. Easily tripling their size in just a few moments, it caused the young pilot to gasp with unmitigated pleasure. Hormones flowed more intensely throughout his body as his arousal reached new heights, his nerves alight and buzzing with pleasure..

Reaching down, he grabbed his meaty cocks with one scaly hand and moaned unabashedly at the instant pleasure as he tightened his grip on the twin spires of neon blue muscle. He ground his body hard into the flight seat, hearing the metal groan under his impressive weight. But his body wasn't quite finished changing yet.

As he ground himself into the seat, a bulge grew larger and larger just at the cleft of his backside. With each forceful movement, the bulge expanded more and more, pushing outward until it began to form a thick tube-like appendage. In mere seconds, Dekkard had a rapidly lengthening tail growing outward inch by inch, and it snaked its way along the side of the seat as it grew longer.

His scales rushed down the new surface, covering the top of it in thickly sections segments while leaving the underside more bare and sensitive. Dekkard moaned at the alien feeling of having three and a half feet of scaly, flexible tail behind him, but couldn't help but grind into the seat even more, pressing his back against his tail as it spread his thickly muscled backside apart.

Under the console, Axon's feet started to spread. His armoured metal boots were just about the only bits he hadn't bothered to shear off himself. Swelling inside, his toes and soles started to grow broad and stretch out. As they filled up the space, in moments they were crushing themselves into his footwear.

The lengthening toes started jamming themselves down into the tips of his boots. Stubbing and curling up tight, they grew quickly passed what could be contained. Finally, they just broke free. Bursting out right through the tough cutting edge armoured metalized ceramic, his thickening toes stretched out into freedom.

Widening, his feet worked to outgrow the boots too. His soles started breaking out down the sides of his footwear. With only a few more inches, his feet had completely sheared open his shoes. They spilled out over his boots' remaining metal soles, leaving the tops of his armoured footwear sitting on top of his spreading feet and stretching splayed toes.

With his digits lengthening, his toes were quickly growing to be as large and long as his swollen meaty thick fingers. As they spread wide, planting more solid and stretching out passed the size of large plates, they hardly even looked human at all anymore. Scaled blue and several inches long, they were looking steadily more reptilian.

To finish out, the nails started to darken and grow. Stretching just like the toes behind them, the thickening nails grew out inches. Curling down and hooking, they darkened passed black to gleaming midnight, becoming fearsome and wicked claws. As they grew to their final size, they clicked to the metal floor under the console.

Dekkard squirmed and thrust and moaned unabashedly as his body was flooded with endorphins, his muscles pulsing and twitching with arousal as his transformation neared its end. His tail was now easily four and a half feet long and covered in scales, the underside was slightly lighter and the scales there much softer, leading up invitingly to his incredibly thick and muscled rump.

The tail coiled and brushed along the pilot's chair as Dekkard gripped the seat with his clawed hands, his fingers dwarfing the arm rests and claws tearing into the mesh pads. He pushed his feet back against the hard metal of the main console, feeling his tough claws digging into the material as he made the metal groan with his strength. All the while, his thick and twisting cocks pulsed and leaked fluid all over themselves, some of it dripping from the lengths and pooling onto his massive torso.

An intense wave of tingling rushed over his hairless head and down his spine. Suddenly, thick hairs began to emerge from his skin, quickly growing in both length and density until it became a pelt of fur. The strands were dark blue, almost black as they continued to lengthen and grow, the fur quickly covering his head and face, fanning outward like a mane which added a wild and beastial look to the once human pilot.

As his mane filled in, Dekkard felt his ears shifting and growing along his skull. The rounded cartilage morphed and pulled outward slightly, growing larger and tapering to a point as they filled out under his mane. Much like his sight and smell, his hearing seemed to benefit from the changes as a wave of sounds flooded into his awareness. The hum of the engine behind them, the grinding of claws against metal, the air being pushed in and out of his brother's lungs as he moaned deeply beside him--all of it washed over him as if he'd been reborn.

His mane had grown dense and wild around his face as his ears now poked out nearly a foot from the shaggy, furry cover. His thick black, gleaming horns were still growing outward even now, proudly pushing from his skull and through his mane like a display of masculine dominance to anyone watching.

The mane rushed down his spine in a thick trail that nearly covered his entire back. Dekkard moaned and turned in the chair, his huge weight shifting and causing the arm rests to snap clean off under the pressure. The furry mane continued down his spine where it met his thickly muscled tail, following the appendage down to it's tip until it tapered off at the tip.

The changes that had been rolling through Dekkard's body seemed to have finally slowed as his mane finished growing. Before, the pilot had been just under six feet and, obviously, human. But now, his utterly massive alien body was somewhere over eight feet or so, with muscles bulging at every possible angle and a set of dual cocks both thicker than what would've been his leg while he was still human. His huge balls were filled and churning with alien seed, the same goo that had been used to initiate his own transformation, and they were now begging for release.

Dekkard's body was turned to the right, still splayed out across the now much too small pilot's chair. His tail was curling around his leg powerfully as the tapered tip swayed back and forth. He watched it curiously for a moment, gaining a new perception of control over it as he toyed with his twin cocks. But then he turned to look at his brother, breathing in the heady cocktail of musk and arousal that was now flooding the cockpit.

He gripped his wriggling shafts and moaned as he eyed Axon hungrily, his tongue snaking out and wetting his lips and snout as he slowly humped and ground his hips lewdly as he watched the final parts of his brother's transformation as his own was finally beginning to slow.

Huffing and panting hard, Axon started flexing his hips. Tensing his thighs, he started pumping himself up and down in his chair. His body was urging him forward, demanding satisfaction. Blood was rushing through his veins like molten steel. He had to satisfy his lust, nothing else mattered. And it felt so good. His tongue licked and curled over his lips and muzzle, lashing with uncontrolled beastly lust.

His huge squirming dick lashed and flicked over the console as he started humping up at it. With a growl, he curled his hand into his giant snake of a coiling cock. Leaning forward, he put much of his weight down on his arm. Slamming down his palm on his twisting dick, he crushed it into the steely console.

As he stroked and humped at the dash, his cock started to tremble and shiver. The muscle coursing through his curling shaft started to tug and pull against each other. Soon, his cock was fighting itself, each side contracting and flexing independently. With the spasms, the very flesh of his dick started to tug and stretch.

Rutting up against the console, Axon's cock started to pull itself apart. The flesh of his thick girthy dick started to tear, being raked open by the powerful cords of thick muscle. From the very tip and the slit capping the squirming writhing shaft, the cock split itself open.

As the halves were freed, they immediately started to swell and round out. Each cut side of his splitting dick quickly filled out into new whole cock tips. In moments, they were thick and even thicker than his original one.

The split tore down his whole length, rendering his one cock into fully two. As the cut finished down to the very base of his girthy dick, the two coiling writhing malenesses lashed and squirmed over each other.

Axon let out a pleasured roaring growl, tipping back his head. Licking and slurping at his snout, he gasped and moaned. His hands clutched and grabbed at his two massive dicks. Even as he was furiously humping at his console, stroking and pawing with both hands, his dicks coiled and clutched at each other, squeezing at both to pleasure the two snaking shafts.

His pumping flexing thighs started to burst out of his undershorts, tearing away the fabric left exposed by his breaking armour. Not only were his legs bulging with muscle though, they were twisting, warping. The lengths of his limbs started to stretch and shift. As the shape changed, they became inhuman.

Still flexing, humping quicker and harder, his bulging flaring swelling muscles continued to bulk up. His thighs flared out, adding hard tight coils of muscle layered and lashed up the backs of his legs. His knees and hips naturally twisted, changing his stance.

Freed from his boots, his still growing feet started to lift from the floor. While his toes were growing out and splaying over the sheared soles of his footwear, his heels started to rise. Bone cracking and tendons stretching, his feet shifted up onto his toes. His heels started withering, shrinking into the backs of his legs.

His ass, rising and falling from his seat, Axon's spine started to split from his back. Spine growing whole new vertebrae from above his ass, a tail started stretching right from his behind. The little fledgling thing started to flex and twist with his pumping humping.

As it quickly grew, the new limb took on as much life as his flexing dicks. The lashing tail flicked and swayed over the chair seat before curling around and spilling out over the edge. The tapered tail tip swished as it spilled out from the lust fuelled Axon.

Before long, the growing tail was a huge several foot long coiling appendage. It was so thick and girthy at the base, that he could no longer fully sit back in his chair. The end of it started curling and clutching needily at the ankle of his new inhuman leg.

Dekkard continued to watch his brother hungrily, sliding his thick hands up and down his neon blue cocks as the pulsed and twisted against each other, still leaking fluid down onto his chest and torso with each pump. For once, the pilot was enjoying being larger than his brother as he watched his writhing in his chair from a few feet away. Axon was close to seven feet now and although he had rippling muscles all over, for now he couldn't match Dekkard's massive body and height.

Still, the thoughts running through his mind were far from brotherly. New instincts were kicking in within his mind and he desperately needed to give into them. But the sight of Axon transforming was all he could seem to focus on, and his stroking continued as his cocks began shooting more and more thick, gooey liquid from their tips and slickening his scales.

Stroking and pawing through his flexing dicks, Axon ran his paws over and between his writhing shafts. Grunting and moaning, he threw his head back and let his maw hang open. His tongue dangled out, waggling over his scaly lips and lashing around.

Reaching back one of his scaly paws, Axon ran a hand through his immaculate thick quaff of stylish voluminous hair. While his brow had become bright blue and hard scale, his human hair had remained on his scalp, even as it too was scaled. The soft thick permed hair even started to grow.

As he ran his changed hand through his growing soft and increasingly shaggy hair. The styled quaft spilled from him, lengthening rapidly. Even as the hair grew, it was even spreading. New hair started to take root down the back of his neck. His permed curled hairstyle was quickly growing out into a huge furry mane.

Fluffy shaggy fur was growing out down his spine. Tickling from his neck and down between his shoulder blades, the rich thick soft long hair spread down the middle of his back. In all, the thick mane spread out to be nearly a foot thick at its base, a wide brush of luxurious full fur. It trailed down all the way to the base of his tail. Individual hairs grew out to be two or more feet long, leaving it a full shaggy fur coat almost entirely covering his back.

While the fur grew in, the old human shade of his hair started darkening, becoming an unnatural shade. As it darkened, it took on a shade of blue, as had coated the rest of his body. The darkness of the fur and the new colour fought, each trying to dominate. Darkening, the fur turned almost as black as the depths of space outside. With the blue hue, there was just a hint of glistening colour in it. Axon was left resplendent in a midnight blue regal mane.

Around his face, Axon's sideburns seemed to take note from his new shaggy mane and started to grow with just as much vigour. Between that and the thick shaggy fluff of the hair consuming the back of his head, there was only a narrow strip of exposed blue scaly flesh left uncovered. Stretching down from his ears, the little bare patch was sheltered from the thick fur like an umbrella in a downpour.

Even as it took over his scaled muscled huge hulking back, the soft permed mane wasn't content. It continued down his spine, spilling on down his long lashing tail. The thick brush of fur trailed all the way down to the tip, flushing out into a fluffed tuft to fill out the tapered tip of his flexing coiling limb.

As Dekkard's growth and change started to peter out and his body reached its final form, he took his new body in as best he could while dealing with his new instincts. He was practically panting with the pent up arousal and heat within him now, and his twisting throbbing cocks sliding up and down each other was only increasing it with each passing second.

Meanwhile, Axon's growing bulky muscled body continued to swell, racing to catch up. He'd already grown larger, but as his muscle continued to flare with brand new mass and his bones stretched with more length, the already large man was growing to monstrous size.

Huge and hulking, Axon's massive body started to once again overtake his brother, again making him the larger of the two. Gigantic, he surpassed over nine feet, making him incredible, terrifying. Even hunched down in the seat, he barely even still fit in the ship. He'd completely filled the seat and spilled out to become cramped in the cockpit just from his growing body.

His horns were creasing the steel plate wall behind him, even as his thick shaggy mane was pressed flat on the bulkhead and padded seat. His skull was butting up against the ceiling overhead. His ass slipped off the seat and his legs were tightly curled and crushed up under the console. His huge coiled tail had filled up all the remaining space, weaving between his legs.

Bulging with thick slabs of muscle, he'd overspilled the seat on the sides as well. Sheets of beefy muscle, tight and taut, his chest was three feet across. His pecs were massive mounds of pure strength made flesh. Under his heavy scaled hide, the two hard tight coiled layers of muscle flexed and flinched. He had to weigh almost a ton.

Humping at the console, his twin dicks had grown into two foot long twisting shanking shafts. In bulging pulsing girth, they were as wide as a man's arm. Though his own arms had become masses of flexing muscle, bigger than any other man's waist.

Poking from the shaggy full mane of thick fur, Axon's ears started to stretch and grow. Pulling out from the tips, they lengthened even as they grew longer. Soon, they were long elegant curving things, drawn back along his head. Soon the pointed blades of his new scaly blue ears were over a foot long.

More growths started poking out from the mercenary's skull. Little nubs of bone started to force their way out from above his temples. Sharp points, tiny shards of developing bone stabbed out from under his new thick scaly hide. As they broke the surface, they emerged black and gleaming.

Sleek and smooth and dark black, they were like polished obsidian. Quickly sprouting from him, the new horns curled back over his head. To match his sleek lengthened ears, they swished back, pointing out behind him. As he tossed his head back and forth, his new sharp horns scratched and scraped over the steel wall behind him.

Axon hunched forward, panting and overwhelmed. He looked down over his huge hulking muscled scaly blue body. His cocks were still stroking themselves over his hands, wrists, and control console before him. Twisting and flexing, they delivered pure pleasure through to his lust fogged mind.

Gasping with hot horny breath, his long curling tongue spilled out from his long fanged muzzle. Writhing in the ecstasy of his twin squirming cocks, the huge beastly creature licked and slurped over his snout and neon blue lips.

Dekkard peered down at his body, eyes roaming over the new slabs of muscle and scales that covered the beast he'd suddenly become. The changes it seemed were finally over and his mind now settled into its newly heightened state, new instincts and far superior senses all primed and ready for use.

"Is... is it over?"

His voice was different. Deeper and with a slight hiss and rumble from his chest accentuating each word as he worked his longer, more mobile tongue in his muzzle. Everything was different now. Each breath felt deeper, each blink revealed more detail, and each movement caused a million sensations to cascade over his body. He and his brother we beasts through and through now, though one new drive seemed to be louder than the rest, more insistent and impossible to ignore--a burning lust that needed to be released.

Axon blinked to himself, fighting to clear a thick blanket of foggy rutting arousal from his mind. It was like trying to peer out though heavy curtains. He wanted to grip at his skull, but his huge scaly hands felt too good on his coiling wriggling cocks to take them off.

"Uh... uh... I guess..."

Finally, Axon was able to peel his eyes away from his changed body and look over to his brother, or at least the beast that had become of him. Axon gasped a little to himself. His slitted reptilian pupils spread wider with a headrush. His two huge coiling cocks tensed and flexed, gripping tight at his wrists.

Suddenly, he couldn't seem to peel his eyes off of his brother's body. Dekkard's huge, muscled, scaly, beastly body. His bright blue tense rippling body. Toned, hung, sexy, delectable body. Axon's already hot hard breath grew quicker and heavier. Axon's new eyes wandered up and down Dekkard, taking in his new body, just as he'd slowly come to terms with his own. Though as his eyes had looked his own changing body over with shock, now he gazed with barely contained lust.

Axon could hardly even contain himself. Though the incredible pleasure, surging rushing burning blood of his new body, and the sheer rutting lust consuming him certainly helped, he couldn't help but find the creature beside him... almost irresistible. His fanged maw started drooling. His long flexible tongue slurped at his own snout. With another panting breath, he suddenly let out a deep bassy rumbling growl. It was a powerful masculine noise, pure power. But also it was needy, lusty, wild.

His huge snaking dicks wriggled between his palms and the console. Axon started stroking and pawing at them even as he gazed upon Dekkard. He bit his lip, bearing his gleaming fangs. Even still, he let out another needy wanton growl. His clawed paws started stroking faster, harder. He curled his fingers down tighter into his thick fat cocks.

"Dekkard... You look..." his new deep rumbling booming voice echoed in the tight cabin. "Goooood..." he purred, shaking the whole ship around them. He licked over his scaly muzzle, intense glare turning even more lusty.

Dekkard's slitted eyes locked onto his brother, turning his focus entirely on the massive beast beside him. Each breath he took was filled with more and more of their mixing scents, both so similar but distinct to him now as he filled his lungs with the pheromone laden air.

The lusty haze that clouded everything seemed to thicken as it burned through his mind. Unable to ignore his new instincts any longer, Dekkard lifted himself off of the pilots chair, the metal groaning slightly at his shifting weight as he manoeuvred himself closer to his brother in the too small cockpit.

Like lashing feeler vines, his twin cocks were twisting and wiggling in the air like they were searching for something. Dekkard followed suit, crawling towards Axon's larger body with a hot fervour he'd never felt before.

"Ax... you're uh..." Dekkard paused as he leaned forward towards his brother, angling himself upwards and tracing his muzzle just over Axon's expansive muscled chest. He sniffed once, memorizing the scent in his mind before his tongue snaked out of his maw and flicked over his brother's scaly skin. His eyes widened and pupils dilated like he'd had a shot of adrenaline and he reached up automatically to grip onto his brother's shoulder with a clawed hand, his tail flicking powerfully behind him.

Axon was still in more of a foggy haze. As his brother's hand clenched tightly at his shoulder, clawing at him. As he actually licked at him. His huge new reptilian body tensed and tightened, but not with anxiousness. With arousal, anticipation even. He drew in a hot sharp breath, flexing his chest right before his brother's fawning snout and tongue.

"Holy shit, you taste... ah fuck, Ax. You're uh... really fucking hot," he rumbled as he flicked his tongue out again over his brother's chest, trailing the wet organ upwards as if he was on autopilot.

Axon moaned, arching his back and tipping back his head so fast that his new long sleek horns slashed a pair of gashes through the seat behind him, cutting through the seat and stuffing and even the thick metal back plate behind. He growled, purring and snarling. As he exposed his neck to the licking administrations of his brother's long lashing tongue, he licked at his own muzzle, tongue flicking madly.

Dekkard reached Axon's neck and stopped suddenly, looking up at his brother with a lust-filled grin as he trailed his fingers over his brother's huge bicep, "This is so fucking weird."

Under Dekkard's licking, Axon tipped and tossed his head, clearly deep in delight. "It's... it's... gooood..." he snarled.

Axon raised a hand, finally peeling a palm off his two curling cocks. He grabbed Dekkard's head, gripping it tight. Clutching, he ran his fingers through the thick shaggy mane and tugging him close. Taking another few deep breaths, Axon pulled Dekkard in more, forcing his head down and pressing his snout into his massive broad chest.

Immediately, Dekkard shot his tongue out and began to lick across his brother's scales, pressing his muzzle hard into the bulging muscles that had grown there as he eagerly moved himself closer. His long pointed tongue wormed its way into the ridge between his massive thick pecs. His tail moved to his left and curled around one of Axon's legs, pulling it closer to him as he continued to work his tongue over the huge pectorals.

Growling, his cocks tightened around each other, clutching and squeezing at each other, while he tasted his brother's body. Stepping in closer, he nearly got on top of Axon's body and causing the chair supporting them to protest with a metallic groan. He licked and slurped his longer tongue across the wide expanse of his brother's scaly chest until suddenly, he moved his snout upwards again. His tongue shot out across the underside of his brother's jaw once, then twice, and then he licked upwards again, catching Axon's snout on the end with a quick lick.

"Mmm... so gooood, Ax."

Axon purred, broad deep chest rumbling with delight. He stroked at Dekkard's head, always coaxing him in closer. Clutching and gripping, he pawed his new scaly hands through his brother's thick shaggy blue mane.

His brother flicked his tongue out again over Axon's snout, curling and slurping all over the beast's muzzle. Sliding in closer, he began grinding his powerful hips into his brother as he worked. His cocks were leaking profusely now, each one slathering the scales of Axon's torso beneath him as they coiled and throbbed with need.

Axon peeled his eyes open again, looking down at Dekkard suckling at the blunt tip of his scaly snout. For a moment, he blinked, still in a haze. But then a lusty smirked spread over his long scaly lips.

Huge strong scaly clawed hand still on the back of Dekkard's head and stroking through his thick full shaggy mane, Axon pulled in him. Forcefully pressing the smaller blue beast's muzzle against his, Axon tipped his head to the side and opened his maw. Spreading his lips across Dekkard's own scaly muzzle, Axon gave him a hot intense kiss. But something unlike any human kiss.

Axon's long thick slick strong tongue rammed its way down Dekkard's muzzle, even tickling its pointed tip towards the back of his throat. Dekkard had grown massive, but Axon was even larger, truly monolithic. Even his tongue was a huge thick strong muscle. It curled around Dekkard's, wrestling it mercilessly.

With his eyes closed, Dekkard moaned and growled lovingly into his brother's kiss. The larger tongue toyed with his, wrapping around it and tightening and loosening over and over as they fought for dominance. He brought a hand up and wrapped it around Axon's chest as their tongues tangled with each other, gripping onto his brother as they kissed. The tongue slid further and further down his eager throat, causing him to snarl and growl with pleasure, the vibration running up and down his brother's impressive organ.

The other creature's paw spread over the beast's huge chest, pressing him down. For a time, Axon enjoyed their kiss, even delighting as their tongues fought between their muzzles. He worked to overwhelm the smaller male, forcing his tongue deep into the smaller creature's maw. But soon, something rose up in Axon. He snarled, chest rumbling with a beastly growl.

He didn't like being under the other male. The smaller male even had the gall to growl at him, try and resist his own much stronger thicker tongue. It twanged some nerve deep in his new twisted mind. It made his blood boil.

His lips twitched back over his long gleaming fangs. He was the larger, the alpha, and deserved the power and the prize. Axon stood from his own chair. So much more massive, he towered over the other beast. To keep their snouts pressed together and their long scaly lips locked, Dekkard had to tip his head far back. Leaning over him, forcing himself against him, Axon pressed his giant muscled chest against Dekkard's own.

Axon let out another growl, one that was unrestrained, dominant, monstrous and wild. Axon put an arm across Dekkard's chest. Lurching forward, he forced the smaller beast back, slamming him into the side of the cockpit, pinning him to the wall.

Throwing his body against Dekkard's, Axon forced their huge muscled scaly bodies together. His arm crossed Dekkard's chest, half crushing it with force. Cocking his head to the side, he redoubled his efforts with his thick strong muscled tongue. He latched their fangs together, locking them together and fully trapping Dekkard.

As their huge hulking bodies pressed together, Axon's squirming lashing cocks slapped in amongst Dekkard's. The four long writhing shafts wriggled in amongst each other. Their two huge full plump sacks slapped into one another, stroking scaly hides between the heavy bloated testicles.

Dekkard gasped into his brother's maw as he was slammed against the wall hard. Axon's tongue forced itself deeper down his throat as their cocks finally met in a clash of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The sensation was so strange, a sort of buzzing pleasure tingling wherever the shafts touched and slid over each other.

He moaned deeply into the kiss, relaxing a bit and slackening his muzzle to let his brother do what he wanted. A part of him wanted to fight back, to let Axon know he wouldn't go down so easily, that just because he wasn't as big didn't mean he couldn't dominate him but... mostly he just wanted to succumb to the pleasure that had been building inside his body ever since they'd started changing.

He reached up with both hands and wrapped them around his brother's neck, pulling him them together while his chest vibrated with a strange purring sound as his cocks twisted and leaked all over Ax's.

But still Axon wanted control. His huge snaking cocks wrested their way out from the grip of Dekkard's alien organs. They lashed around the competing malenesses like constrictors, clenching them, squeezing them. Axon's dicks themselves stroked up and down Dekkard's, milking them hard, hot, intense, and unyielding. And in the process, so much cock flesh grinding and sliding and tugging together, continued to stimulate himself.

As Axon pinned his smaller brother to the cockpit wall, backing him up awkwardly over the console and arm of the pilot chair, as he slammed him down, his dicks were wrestling Dekkard's just as rough and forcefully. So much squirming bright blue flesh twisted and coiled over itself. Both of them moaned breathlessly at the sheer pleasure of the strange alien frotting. Four cocks between them clutching and stroking.

Dekkard moaned softly into his brother's kiss as he felt the growing heat between their lower bodies building intensely. He softly ground his crotch into Axon, feeling their twisting and writhing cocks tangling together. Thighs rocking, curling in his rump, he thrust into the squirming mass of their tangled cocks.

Axon let of a growl, lip twitching back over his fangs. He met the other male's challenge and forcefully slammed his groin right back. Pounding Dekkard back into the console, he again tackled the smaller man, leading with his twin cocks. Flexing in, he railed those twisting dicks into the mass of rigid rubbery male flesh between them.

Axon raised a leg, planting a reptilian foot on the console beside Dekkard. Curling his toes, he dug his claws into the metal. With the improved purchase, he used the stance to redouble his force, to conquer the smaller male. He tackled Dekkard, mashing their writhing cocks together.

He continued the work with his tongue, pressing the thick long organ down his brother's throat. While continuing the hot fang locked kiss, he pressed his whole muscled scaled body down over his brother. Taking him with all his might, he practically had him pinned down, even as he thrust and fucked at him, working their dicks across each other.

And then with one flick, the tip of one of the cocks slid slickly over Dekkard's exposed hole. The lash of Ax's dripping dick probed under Dekkard's tail, just a hint of it prodding at his rear, causing it to flutter with need, just aching to be filled to the brim. Dekkard leaned his powerful back against the hard metal of the ships wall, feeling his new scales sliding over the cold, flat surface as his brother forced him up against it. With a groan he pulled his longer, thicker tongue back from Axon's as he turned away from the kiss with a gasp, a thick coating of saliva covering his maw and running down towards his muscled chest.

He shuddered as he felt another swipe of his brother's leaking cocktips against his twitching hole and tensed up eagerly at what he knew they both wanted. His thick tail twitched with need and pulled back slightly, revealing his ass more to the taller alien. With a swipe of his tongue over his snout, he grinned up at his brother.

"F-fuck, Ax... never thought I'd say this to you but... I... really want you to fuck me right now," He leaned forward and licked at Axon's snout. Curling his legs around his brother's thick waist as he ground his crotch into him, he pulled apart their squirming mass of wriggling cocks.

Lifting himself up, he eagerly twisted his rear towards Axon's slick dicks, humping his thick, muscled ass against the twisting and twirling cocks. Both of them slid up his crack, trailing their thick lubricant all over his aching hole as he moaned into his brother's muzzle.

Axon hardly even needed the invitation. He seemed further gone than his brother, answering him only with a dominant growl. He snarled down at the male offering himself up. And he took him.

Axon clutched at Dekkard's shoulder, tensing his claws into his scaly hide. His other paw fell to the cheek of Dekkard's ass, hoisting him up and pulling him in tight. With a twist of his head and flick of his snout, he opened his muzzle and wrapped it around the side of Dekkard's neck.

With a snap, he latched on, sinking in his fangs. Just enough to poke into his scaly hide, Axon bit down and held tight. He tugged, testing his grip, holding him fast. His tail wrapped around Dekkard's, then curled over to his thigh. Again, he gave him a little slam back into the wall behind him.

The force of his brothers slam would've probably killed him if he was still human, but now with his newly transformed body packed with muscles and protective scales, Dekkard only felt pleasure as Axon pressed into him. He grinned up at the massive alien grinding into him and moaned deeply as he flicked his tongue all over his brothers chest and abdomen, waiting for his cocks to enter him.

The tips of Axon's probing cocks poked around, still squirming as they sought out their prize. They found Dekkard's hole, sharp pointed heads of his coiling dicks pressing into the pucker under his tail.

Axon was a rutting beast, eager to take the ass as his own. With no gentleness or pause, he rammed in. Flexing his thick muscled scaly thighs and curling his hips, he thrust in, all in one forceful jab. His twin dicks flexed too, springing like lashing serpents. Between him and his cocks, he speared his brother.

From their tapered tip, his dicks rapidly swelled out in girth. The two of them punched up into Dekkard, both taking his virgin hole. In a moment, a full foot of each had taken him, forcing in more flesh than any human could take.

Dekkard cried out as he felt his brother enter him so suddenly. It was an impossible series of feelings that rushed over him as he felt his hole being stuffed full of Axon's twin cocks, both of them flexing and expanding as they shot forward deeper and deeper into his ass. A low moan rumbled through his clenched fangs as his body accepted the new intruders inside, all while his brother thrusting into him.

And Axon didn't stop. He readjusted, shifting his footing, chalking up to continue. His foot crunched into the steel of the console. In a moment, Axon gave him the other half of his two massive dicks. Two giant cocks, four feet between them, inches and inches of flesh, thick and girthy, spreading Dekkard's rear wide.

His huge heavy balls slapped against Dekkard's, smacking them with surprising force. As he pressed their bodies close, letting his cocks fill Dekkard's ass, their heavy scaly sacks stroked and pressed together.

So tight and so clutching, Axon let out a rolling growling purr of intense pleasure. He tossed his head back, eyes rolled back. His tongue lashed out around his muzzle, licking and slurping. He basked in the delight of feeling his massive cocks clenched tight inside Dekkard.

As his brother breed him hard, Dekkard felt his own cocks coiling around themselves and thrusting up against Axon's body. The slick lengths swept over the massive muscles of his brother's chest and abs, smearing a trail of lubricant everywhere they touched. Dekkard clenched his hole tightly, feeling it flitter and twitch against Axon's dicks as they writhed and thrust up inside of him.

It was almost like his new body was built for this. The pleasure he was feeling was so far beyond anything he'd ever experienced, as if his ass was tailor made for fucking. Each tiny movement Axon made caused Dekkard's pleasure to intensify tenfold, like his entire body was lined with pleasure receptors that could only be triggered by his brother's cocks. He gasped and humped and tightened his hole automatically now, fully giving into his new instincts and need to be bred.

Axon started thrusting, fucking at the smaller male. In a moment, he was railing him, forcing with all his might. Muzzle still chomped into Dekkard's shoulder, he arched his back. Tugging him in like a lashing crocodile, he held him tight against his brutal fucking. Their heavy sacks slapped together like dangling wrecking balls. His tail tensed, tugging him in closer even there, drawing him in.

Dekkard could feel each of Axon's muscles as they tensed and released in timing with his fucking, and his own body fell into rhythm with his larger brothers. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat and natural lubricant which made their bodies slide even quicker against each other. His maw was wide open now, tongue flicking between his brother's snout and his neck as he felt the full lengths of Axon's cocks coiling and thrusting inside of his fluttering hole, the tips writhing and twitching against the walls of his passage.

Axon redoubled his efforts. Not satisfied with mere fucking, mere human thrusting, he started to take advantage of his new abilities. His cocks resumed squirming, this time deep inside Dekkard. While thrusting, he purposefully twisted and curled his dicks. As they rammed in and out, pistoning through the tight hot ass, his cocks coiled up tight and straightened. The result left his dicks squirming independently, in concert, and to compliment his forceful lusty needy fucking. His cock's corkscrewed through Dekkard's abused hole.

The smaller of the two let out a sharp gasp as he felt the twin cocks inside him coil and then shoot further into him like a jackhammer, thrusting back and forth with impossible speed. As they jumped further, Dekkard felt them hit something that nearly caused him to lose all control over himself. A purplish haze began to descend over his vision as Axon thrust up into him again the same way, hitting the same spot, and causing the same mind-numbing pleasure to blast through his consciousness again.

He growled and purred and tightened his legs and thighs to force his brother further and further into his widened hole. Those twisting cocks seemed to know exactly what he wanted and continued to thicken each time his hole got less tight, causing both bothers to moan into each other.

Panting hot and huffing, Axon's sharp breaths started coming in time with his hard fucking thrusts. Gasping through his teeth sunk into his brother's hide, he puffed in time with the rocking of his huge muscled body. Inside his maw, his tongue coiled and lashed, licking over the rippling muscles under Dekkard's hide.

Dekkard snarled at the increasing intensity of their fucking and lashed his tongue out over his fangs as he did everything he could to force himself onto his brothers cocks. He dug his claws into Axon's hide and bared his neck more, submitting himself fully to the larger alien. He could feel their orgasms coming quickly and he revelled in their coupling as new mates to one another.

Grunting, panting, tensing, tugging, Axon used Dekkard, completely railed him. He curled like a snake, hunching himself over the male under him. He held him so close as he thrust. Twin coiling cocks rippling even as they speared through the other male, he humped like a mad rutting beast.

Finally, Axon edged closer to his release. His cocks started to tense and twitch. His balls drew up tight, half clutching at Dekkard's sack. Axon's fangs slipped off the other's neck, unable to hold him still. Tossing his head back, he snarled and growled even as he kept panting raspy and puffing.

Dekkard felt the blast coming from his brother and he practically screamed with need at the constant fucking Axon was giving him. His mind was only focused on one thing now: getting his brother to breed him entirely. He used his new muscles to clench and force himself harder onto Axon's cocks and let out a moan that sounded almost like a roar of pleasure as his brothers cocks expanded to an impossible size deep within him, his own cocks doing the same as they began to build towards his orgasm.

And then Axon unleashed his seed. Deep inside Dekkard, his cocks started to spurt, bursting with hot blasts of cum. He flexed in one last time. Every part of him tightened, coiling tight and clutching intensely. He rammed in one last time, burrowing deep into Dekkard, slamming their new huge beastly scaly blue bodies hard together and holding close.

More seed started erupting from the two piercing cocks. The coiling dicks flexed with every thick blast of cum. Axon's whole body roiled with every jerk. So much seed pumped into Dekkard's rear. Axon clawed and clutched, pulling him in tight and desperate.

With a growl, Dekkard felt his own cocks filling his seed and then, as he slammed himself down onto Axons shooting twin dicks, he felt his orgasm finally release itself. His massive balls pulled upward and then suddenly, his cocks began to spew blasts of thick, gooey blue seed all over both of them. The thick cum was relentless at first, blowing loads of the stuff onto their bodies and muzzles as they continued to fuck, Dekkard getting a mouthful as he flicked his tongue automatically forward.

The taste was strangely familiar, yet exotic to him and he moaned as his dicks continued to shoot wave after wave of the stuff, while Axon continued to pump his hole with his own seed. Dekkard felt a warmth blossom throughout his body, like it had finally crossed the finish line and the two could start to relax together.

Slowly Axon's huge load started to taper off. The flexing of his dicks brought smaller and smaller bursts of seed. Finally the last few brought only the slightest dribbles, drops in the bucket of the massive dump of cum that had filled Dekkard.

Panting and huffing, Axon went a little limp, exhausted and overwhelmed. He flopped down, slumping over Dekkard's shoulder. The mass of his huge muscled body collapsed onto the fucked male. Axon's cocks continued to flex and twitch, slowly starting to soften. His broad heavy chest heaved, rising and falling against Dekkard's

The smaller of the two sighed contentedly as waves of pleasure radiated out of his ass. He squirmed at the feeling of being so full of his brother's seed, the warmth of the alien cum spreading out to the rest of his body slowly. His breathing began to return to normal and that same purring sound began to emanate from deep within his chest as he rested his head against Axon's thickly muscled chest, his tail tangling softly with his brother's.

As Axon's dicks started to contract, they softly slid out of Dekkard's ass, retracting into the scaly slit in his crotch. He laid his head and long muzzle over the smaller male's shoulder. His paws continued to clutch, grasping tight, clutching at the other.

Dekkard grinned as he felt his brother's cocks slip from his widened hole easily, a torrent of seed pouring out of it and onto the floor of the ship. He moaned softly and trailed his thick, dexterous tongue across Axon's muzzle a few times before he stopped for a moment and thought something over.

"Did you say the Klaxxons cancelled this?"

Still panting, Axon huffed out between gasping breaths, "Yeh, rumour was they were worried about it being infectious."

Dekkard, grinning wider said, "And probably something to do with maintaining mental faculties... at least mostly, I think?"

Chest heaving, muzzle hanging open with rolling panting breath, Axon managed to grin too. "Not a terribly good weapon if you turn the enemy into lusty hypersexual infectious beasts!" he agreed.

They hung there, clutching at each other, holding each other up from falling completely into a collapsed pile. Leaning on each other, they just laid there basking in the afterglow. The haze of lust and the overwhelming pleasure of the intense wild raw beastly sex slowly faded away.

"Can you... pilot us?" Axon asked after a while.

Dekkard looked at the console for a moment and then flicked his eyes back to his brother, "Maybe, I think. Why? What do you have in mind?"

A sly smirk spread across Axon's muzzle. A flicker of a daring glint winked in his eye. "I think we should go share this with Jefferson..." he purred.

His eyes brightened suddenly at his brother's idea and he raised his head off of Axon's chest, looking down at the larger alien, "Hmm... Well, I suppose I could manage... if you let me enjoy your fantastic fucking body in the meantime..."

Axon's grin only spread down his muzzle. He puffed up his chest, purring at the other subservient male. "Go ahead..." he invited. Still smirking, he flexed out his thick muscled chest and curled up his huge scaly pipes of bulging arms.

Helping, he again took hold of Dekkard's head, running his fingers through his shaggy mane and tugging him in. Eagerly, Axon invited the other to worship his gigantic reptilian body with his long lashing tongue.

Dekkard grinned for a moment before he lowered himself down onto his brother's body, trailing his endlessly slick tongue over the thick scales and hard lines of Axon's body. He absolutely loved his brother's form and was already looking forward to having more time with him and, hopefully, with the rest of the population of Jefferson too.

Axon purred under the lavish licking, feeling the long snaking tongue slick all over his blue scaled hulking muscled body. Head back, he basked in the attention, purring.

Dekkard swirled his tongue downward across Axon's bulging abs, slickening each crevasse over muscle he could find before he continued on. His tongue reached the still cum-soaked cocks of his brother and flicked over the base of both of them, gathering a tongue full of cum from each, which he swallowed lovingly before he began to trail downward even more.

Axon stirred, managing to pull himself, at least in some small measure, out of the luxurious work of his brother and his fabulous tongue.

"Hey!" Axon snapped. He gripped at Dekkard, wrapping his fingers into his thick silky mane. He tugged his brother back, breaking him from the work.

Dekkard glanced up at Axon with cautious eyes. Hunching down cowed, he lowered his head, feeling an intense need to obey the larger male now, though he didn't mind at all.

Axon grinned down at his brother, held tight by his hair. "Pilot and lick," he warned strictly. He let Dekkard go.

Dekkard chuckled to himself for a moment as he reached over and carefully engaged the drive, listening to it spooling up the old tape slowly. He pressed his snout into Axon's thighs, flicking his tongue over the enormous soft, blue sack that housed his brother's massive balls and then, with a few button presses, ordered the ship to return them to Jefferson.

Looking up at his brother he grinned, "Wonder what Dad's gonna will think of us now."

Without waiting for an answer, Dekkard moved forward and pressed his muzzle under Axon's balls, flicking his tongue back and forth along his brother's ass, eager for a taste of his hole.

The ship drifted through the inky dark, carrying a virulent lusty payload of muscled lizard beasts towards unsuspecting victims. The galaxy didn't know what had just been unleashed on it. Their enemies had no idea what they'd done.