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Give and Take Chapter 1 (Beneath the Surface) Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Draegon1993

A steady rustle came from the evergreens as the wind blew through the branches, creating a subtle roar rivaling that of any ocean. The trees swayed gently beneath the early Fall sky, painted in hues of sapphire and Prussian blue, darker than they should have been for as early as it was. Still, the air was fresh, the temperatures were warm and Chris felt like a well oiled machine on his evening jog.

The nineteen year old's sneakers hit the pavement in perfect precision, his arms moving back and forth, his grey tank top barely covering his fit torso. The wind licked at his dark sand blond hair and his basketball shorts dropped just past his knees. Without an excess of effort, he had already gone two miles. It was all part of Chris's routine to stay in peak shape. After all, his performance on the swim team was his big shot at transferring from a community college to one of the big ones.

Lake Road was one of his favorite routes to take on his evening stroll. The trees had gotten so thick that it was hard to see the lake from most angles, but the road was freshly paved with black asphalt, the light gray curbs neatly painted with address markers. Chris pushed on, feeling the heat in his muscles, listening to the roar of the wind through the trees... but he started to hear a different sort of roar.

It was hard to focus on at first, but it started to grow. It was almost like... the Earth itself was growling, a rumble that came from far away. Chris paused, seeing a shift in the shadow he cast on the ground. As the teenager turned and looked up, he saw a gleaming light in the night sky, almost brighter than the sun had been as it set. Then came the sonic boom, echoing across the valley.

Car alarms went off, windows rattled, the ground shook beneath Chris's feet - he couldn't look away. The light had been low on the horizon, far away, but at that angle, it wasn't going to pass overhead. His heart raced. He thought of every natural disaster movie he'd ever seen. He wouldn't have a chance to call anyone, to run away. In his head he said a quick prayer. In an instant the glowing object shot across the valley, crashing through the wall of trees and landing in the lake.

A shock wave shot out from the lake, traveling through the ground. Chris was knocked from his feet as a hot, humid wind blew across him. The road cracked and a fine mist started to come down across him. Steam was rising from the lake, but slowly the chaos was dying down. The fear began shrinking in Chris as he pushed himself up and looked around. He'd survived. The damage had been minimal... and he was at ground zero for something crashing from space.

A slight grin crossed the swimmer's face as he looked toward the town. It'd take at least twenty minutes for the police to get out this far... He'd be able to get a closer look before they closed off the area. With a nod to himself, a confirmation of his dedication, Chris hopped over the curb, ran across the grasslands and began pushing through the trees. Twigs and branches were still falling from the impact, but the trees themselves seemed stable enough.

Chris broke through the brush on the other side, landing on the mossy western shore of the lake. The steam cloud had died away already, but he could see bubbles rising from the impact site. The water was turning muddy and silty, kicked up by the impact. Blue eyes scanned the far side of the lake. None of the lake houses had their lights on. They were probably vacant for the fall, waiting for another summer to come around.

Feeling that charge of excitement fill his veins, Chris pulled off his tank top and kicked off his shoes, peeling his socks off in a hurry. He set them on a pronounced rock so they wouldn't fall into the water and braced himself. With a few deep breaths to prep his lungs, he pushed off the shore and dove into the water.

Chris was surprised by a great number of factors as he swam down toward the source of the bubbles. The water was far warmer than it should have been, no doubt due to the impact. It was almost as warm as bath water. The mud and silt that had been kicked up made the water feel silky, thicker, almost soft and supple against his skin. Chris swam down deeper, thinking back to all the diving drills he'd had in swim class.

The teenager's legs kicked, his arms swept and he went down deeper, feeling the water get warmer and thicker until, with a dull impact of his hand hitting stone, he felt something far different than a lake bottom. Chris didn't dare open his eyes. He knew how dark it was, and the mud would just make his eyes sting. He groped around, under water, feeling the rock he had found... and to his excitement, it wasn't a rock.

His fingers grasped the contours of a meteorite, feeling rock made glass smooth on the edges by extreme heat, and yet craggy with pits and pockmarks from a life in space. None of it made sense. It should have obliterated the lake, it should have been too hot to touch, boiling the water around it, but here it was... almost half the size of a car.

Chris could feel the pressure building in his lungs. The air he'd taken deep had been replaced with carbon dioxide, and his body was rebelling against the toxin it had filled them with. His limbs were feeling weaker as the muscles lost their precious oxygen. He was running out of time. The teenager groped around the stone until he found a small outcropping. Chris got a good grip and pulled, but nothing happened. He wiggled up and down. Still nothing.

After adding a second hand, Chris grabbed on to the jagged piece with both as he brought his feet down against the meteorite as a whole. He pushed off with his legs as he pulled with his hands. There was a shudder, a crack, and the piece broke off. Chris rotated back under water, but he still held the stone in his right hand. He used his left arm to flip over before he pushed off, paddling back to the surface.

The water cooled as he rose, getting thinner as the mud and muck resettled. He broke the surface and gasped for air, his dark blond hair matted against his forehead. He wiped his face with his left hand before he opened his eyes and looked around. Red and blue lights flashed at the docks, flashlights were sweeping out across the water. They had gotten there faster than he thought.

Chris swam back to shore and climbed out of the water, looking down at the rock in his hand. It was like black obsidian with veins of silver, glassy and rough at the same time. He pinned the rock between his chin and his chest as he pulled his shoes back on without socks, then wrapped the rock in his tank top. With one glance back to the lake, he grinned wide and disappeared back into the trees with his prize safely tucked away.

**** The faucet squeaked as it was turned to hot, the water babbling out of the faucet before Chris pulled the switch on the top. There was a momentary pause as pressure built before a cascade of water came raining down inside the shower. Chris set the meteorite fragment on the bathroom counter and looked at it with a bit of admiration before he stepped out of his muddy shoes, slithered out of his shorts and peeled off his wet, muddy underwear. The clothes went unceremoniously into the hamper.

Chris slid the curtain back and stepped in, sliding it back shut behind him. The water hit his hair, beading through the layers before it ran down his face and neck. He had to keep his eyes shut as the mud and murk was broken free, although part of him still remembered how it had felt to swim through the warm silt... It had been oddly hypnotic.

With eyes still closed, Chris fumbled around to grab the soap from the soap dish and started lathering up, using the suds to get to the harder to reach places. The dislodged dirt splashed and splattered down into the tub basin, spiraling down the drain, disappearing into the vast labyrinth of pipes that ran beneath the town.

Chris knew that outside the sun had set, the street lights had come on and the town glittered in shades of amber and citrine. His mom wouldn't be home until a little after nine, depending on traffic... and with the meteorite strike, traffic would be hell. He was a little surprised she hadn't called to see if he was alright, but then again, he didn't take anything on his jog. He even left his key in a little notch on the backside of the gutters above porch so he wouldn't lose anything.

The water continued to wash over Chris, chasing away all evidence of his dangerous and daring exploits. The hot water hitting his body turned to steam, but that steam lifted up only to be spirited away by a fan in the ceiling. The fan hummed loudly and proudly, doing its job efficiently. Despite the water, it kept the bathroom dry. The lack of humidity and the increased temperature had caused the meteorite fragment to dry out. The water filling the pits had long since evaporated, and the glassy sheen was becoming more matte black as it dried out.

When Chris had tugged and pulled on the meteorite, it had been tough and strong, but with each passing moment it seemed to weaken and deteriorate. The silver veins running through the rock were actually shrinking, contracting from the lack of moisture until - finally - the stone cracked. Pieces fell to the bathroom counter, the rock cracking under its own weight... releasing what had been trapped in the very core of the fragment.

The black, viscous liquid began to ooze out of the cracks, seeping out onto the counter top. At first it looked like oil, shiny and thick, almost reflective like liquid rubber. It came out of both ends of the stone fragment, pooling around it until the two ends met and connected, the fluid rushing together to form an even puddle. It had soon surrounded the meteorite, but the liquid wasn't stopping.

Ounce after ounce extruded out of the fragment, pouring out across the counter. In moments it had surpassed the mass of the rock that had held it, but the liquid was still stretching out across the tile. The black slick seamlessly stretched over the slick tile surface before grabbing onto the rough, gritty grout lines that connected each tile. The slime moved fast at first, then slowed. It was cautious, becoming aware of its surroundings, its freedom, its renewed life.

The black goo stopped, staying still for a moment. It could feel the tile beneath itself; many kinds of rock used in different ways, laid out in the imitation of order, full of tiny imperfections. It could also... taste different things, acrid things, horrible things... Cleansers, solvents, salves, and flecks of something with a plant based flavor. The goo shuddered at the disgusting flavors, rippling across the tile.

As it moved, the goo became aware of something else; sound. It could hear a chaos of sound coming from close by, the sound of rain. No, not rain... water, water coming out of something at high pressure, splashing against... more tile, like the tile beneath its body. No, not just tile. The frequency of the water shifted, refracting and reflecting off the walls in changing patterns. Something was in the water.

After being content to remain flat since its escape, the black goo started to slowly shift, gathering mass off to one side of itself. The puddle began to rise and take shape, swirling upward until a lump formed with enough mass to develop further attributes. The silver veins that had filled the rock began to emerge across the black goo, forming into blobby slashes that almost looked like eyes.

Light... For the first time in untold centuries, the creature could see light. It was almost too much at first, but it soon adjusted. The bathroom was covered in white; white tile, white carpet, white fixtures, white lights. It looked at the shower curtain, and started to look at something beyond the light. It saw heat, the heat of a living being, a human, a teenager.

This was the being that had freed it from its prison, the being that had swam down to it, had stolen it and claimed it as his own. It was right here... covered in disgusting solvent, though that too was being washed away by the warm water... water that the creature longed to feel, to feed on, to absorb. It seemed almost too good to be true, a warm life form slicked in water, ripe and ready.

A tendril shot out of the black puddle, launching from the counter to the tub. It connected on the other side with a splat, oozing out into a small anchor. Several more tendrils launched out and latched on. With enough bridges made, the little head the goo had formed melted back into the puddle and the mass began pumping across the tendrils, transferring to the other side. It formed another puddle, though this one clung to the outside edge of the tub until the tendrils snapped back into its main form.

The black goo crept up the edge of the tub, arching over and slipping down just enough to peer under the curtain, seeing the human inside. Even with the soap the human had covered himself with, the creature could smell hormones, pheromones, the secretions of a living being in perfect health. Once more it formed its small head, looking up. The human was fit, strong, muscled and well defined. It was a most pleasing shape, with two long legs to get around quickly. Even trapped in its rocky shell, the creature had some vague memory of crossing vast distances in a short amount of time thanks to this human.

The puddle of black goo crept down further into the tub, feeling the first drops of the shower hit it. The hot water beaded up along its surface like raindrops on vinyl, but it slowly absorbed the water in, nourishing itself, drinking. It had been parched for so long, deprived of what it needed to survive. As the water soaked into it, the black mass began to grow, filling in more and more of the back of the tub, getting thicker and taller - and bolder.

The goo shuddered, relishing at being so alive, so free... and yet there was a pain in that. It was not a being meant to be alone, to be independent. It was something else, a being that needed another to truly live. That was a pleasure the creature had been denied for so long, but no longer. This human had liberated it, this human was in perfect shape. It would make the perfect host. There was no reason to wait. Black tentacles shot out of the black slime, looping around the teenager's ankles before the slime closed and sealed like cuffs.

"Fuck!" Chris shouted, startled out of his mind, his heart racing. He looked down in confusion to see the black covering his legs, then followed the tendrils back to a shiny black mass of goo in the shower behind him, standing up on its own, moving and shifting its mass around its form. Chris's eyes went wide before more tentacles shot out, wrapping around his wrists. He grunted and tried to break free, trying to step toward the edge of the tub.

Despite the tenuous hold the tentacles had, they were strong enough to keep him in place. The creature was fascinated by the human's strength. If he hadn't consumed enough water, he might not have been able to trap him so easily... but now he could taste the human beneath his goo, and he started to feel more of a sense of self. Yes, he... was a he, like the human boy... like... Chris. The symbiote savored the first flashes of sensation from the host, but it needed more.

The grip on his ankles and wrists began to tighten as the symbiote transferred his mass along the tentacles. The slick, sheer, frictionless black slime began to leak down across Chris's feet and creep up his calves. It spread up his forearms and across the backs of his hand. He tugged and pulled, trying to break free but tiny webs of black slime shot out across the tops of his fingers before wrapping around, latching onto each other and slowly closing.

Chris panted, watching as the goo spread up to his first knuckles, then his second before finally the slime covered his fingertips. He could feel it seeping between his toes, covering them in a messy puddle at first before the slime constricted back, wrapping each individual digit. The creature could feel the human's confusion and fear. He'd never seen anything like him before. That was understandable. Humans had such a small view of the galaxy after all... It had to help him understand.

As scared as Chris was, a strangely familiar sensation began to bubble beneath the surface of the black goo. It was hot and wet and soft and silky and... silty. It was like the hot mud he'd swam through to get to the meteorite. And that was when it hit him. Chris looked at the black goo and then back at the shower curtain. That had to be it! Whatever this thing was, it had come from the space rock he'd grabbed. He'd brought it into his own home and now it was going to eat him! Chris struggled more, though his feet were firmly anchored to the bath tub.

The black slime reached Chris's knees, flowing upwards like a gravity defying syrup. It coated his forearms to his elbows before oozing up them as well. The mass of the black slime behind him had diminished, transferring so much of itself to the human, but it still had so much more to go... But even this level of connection was amazing. The symbiote was getting flashes from the human's life; his athletic prowess, his prowess in digital combat, even some success in flirting with his classmates. Yes, this human was perfect...

Chris shuddered as the black slime started to creep up his hips, tiny tendrils tickling at his taint. His arms felt a little heavier, covered in the goo as they were, but as it reached his shoulders it started to feel better balanced, like it was holding itself up. The symbiote murmured, excited at the same time, but it needed more. Another tentacle shot out, hitting Chris square in the shoulders. The black slime splattered, but the splatters latched out onto the goo on his arms, connecting the two sides before more slime crept down his spine.

It ran down in hot, slick rivulets, following the contour of his back before it hit the cleft of his ass. It ran down between his cheeks, finding his tight pucker. That was an interesting orifice, at least to the creature, but it had other things in mind for the moment. The black slime poured down across Chris's ass, connecting with the slime between his legs. The sudden connection let the creature focus more of its mass and the black rubbery syrup moved forward, slipping over Chris's sack.

In moments his balls were black and glistening, clad in their new shiny coating. The slime further anchored to the goo covering his hips before it crept upwards, finding a new limb... At first it was soft, but it began to harden in protest, stretching outward, growing, expanding and swelling. The symbiote was intrigued. Even in his limited form, this human had some type of shape shifting! Still, the creature had to have complete control, and to that it had to envelop the human.

The black slime swept up Chris's hardening cock, covering the shaft inch by inch, coating it. It slipped past his foreskin, sweeping up the edges before it covered the mushroom shaped tip... and another orifice. The symbiote's mind exploded with intense flavors. Salt, musk, spice, human potential. This was more than just a limb... this was something special. The creature rippled and enveloped Chris's shaft in the feeling of that hot, slick, thick gooey silt he'd swam through.

The human's movements changed suddenly. He no longer pulled against the slime on his arms for release, he pulled on it for support. A moan escaped his lips, involuntary at first, but then voluntary. He even started to move his hips forward and back, as if thrusting into the invisible grip of the alien intruder.

Chris blushed, unable to help himself. Here he was, trapped in his own shower, held in place by an alien blob trying to cover him... and he was getting hornier by the second. He wanted to be afraid, but it felt so good. His nipples were rock hard. He grunted and moaned, opening his eyes, looking down. There was something about seeing his lower extremities in sleek, flawless black rubber that made him even harder. His balls looked so nice, his feet were perfect, his legs shapely.

The creature loved this reaction. The human wasn't fighting it anymore. No, he was embracing it! Yes, together they WERE perfect. Together they were amazing... together, they could do anything. The hormones and pheromones Chris was pouring out were delicious, feeding the symbiote in ways it didn't know it had been craving. The slime moved faster, fanning out across his ribs, wrapping around under his arms. It spread out from his cock, covering his lap. The goo was coming so fast now, creeping up across his shapely abdominal muscles, coming around his collar bone. It crept down between his pectorals before covering his nipples. Tiny bumps formed on the otherwise perfect surface of the black slime as the goo beneath stimulated him.

"Y... Yes... D... Do it... Cover... Cover me!" Chris moaned, fighting his own words. The symbiote shuddered in delight, rippling across his body. The last strands of black oozed down across his stomach as it closed in from all sides. The symbiote covered every part of Chris below his neck. With such a firm hold, it began to explore the body it covered, tasting at his urethra and probing at his ass, pushing at the sphincter before it began to ooze inside.

At first it felt as slick as water, but soon it began to thicken - and even grow - inside of him. Chris grunted and then shifted, gasping as he felt himself stretched as inch after inch of slime pushed up into his ass, working its way deeper... but still, that wasn't enough.

The creature needed more. The entire time, its small blob like head had been watching the human, but to finish the job it would need every ounce of mass. The blob melted back into the puddle, the silver veins disappearing into the goo before the puddle shifted up the tendrils, leaving the tub behind, disappearing into the slime on Chris's back.

The human could feel the goo shifting, squirming, reorienting. It hesitated for a moment before it slipped up over his throat, the back of his neck, and his jugular. Tiny tendrils shot up to latch onto his ears while others crept over his chin. It slipped over his hair, confused by the texture at first until it realized what a great grip it offered. Chris tipped his head back out of instinct, gasping for breath as the slime slipped up around his mouth, the curve of his skull, and his cheeks.

Chris's sense of hearing went first, the slime covering his ears. It was confused by them at first, though it figured out their purpose as it stretched down inside, finding the passage blocked by the ear drum. Their aesthetic was unneeded and it made the outside of its form smooth. The symbiote tasted the human's mouth next. Yes! Hot, wet, big... wriggling tongue. That was perhaps its favorite orifice. It slipped inside, coating the teeth, wrapping around the tongue. Chris grunted and tried to call out, but webs of black pulled his jaw shut and covered the hole. He murmured into it, panting hard.

The black goo covered his nose next, probed it briefly and realized its purpose. It was inefficient, the poor boy. The goo changed its density slowly and began drawing in oxygen from the air, providing it to its human. The teenager struggled at first, unable to draw breath, but the urgency of it slowly died back as he realized he wasn't suffocating.

The symbiote could feel how close it was as it covered the human's cheeks and hair, coming across his forehead, closing in around his eyes. It seeped out, closing in until Chris forced his eyelids to shut. The black slime oozed across his face, the last of his skin disappearing beneath its black, slick, perfect surface.

Chris stood there, completely encased, his body a perfect silhouette of its former self. Some features had been preserved in perfect detail; his cock, his balls, his pecs, his abs, and his muscles in general. Other details had been softened, left subtle. His face had the contours of his eyes and nose, though there was no hint of his ears or hair.

Chris stood there for a moment, uncertain of what would happen next. There was nowhere else to go, nothing to do. It obviously wasn't going to eat him... Chris hesitated before he tried to open his eyes. The silver veins emerged from the surface of the symbiote, forming oblong shapes that resembled eyes. The slime over his mouth slowly separated, revealing wicked sharp teeth and a long, snake like tongue... and the two felt their minds fully connect.

There were vivid flashes of a vast, slick sea of black beneath a red sky, of running through a wheat field and feeling the stalks hit, of covering a massive reptilian life form and making it TRULY strong, of feeling the weight of the first place medal coming down over his neck. The thoughts were confusing, amazing, lovely and terrifying. Chris knew he couldn't let his mother find him - them - like this.

A hand moved for the faucet, though the fingertips now ended in wicked looking claw like tips. The water was shut off. Rather than dripping dry, the beads of water on the symbiote slowly absorbed in, leaving it dry to the touch, but moist inside. He stepped out of the shower, looked both ways and moved over to the window. With far too much ease, Chris opened the window and jumped through the gap, landing outside. He raised his head to the sky, looked at the stars and broke into a sprint into the darkness.

**** The high school had been empty for hours, locked up tight and left to sit. The halls were dim with only emergency lighting on, and the classrooms were pitch black. A gleaming orange light illuminated the small parking lot between the main building and a secondary structure that had been added years after the first to accommodate growing class sizes. The school emblem was emblazoned on the three story tall wall outside the gym, peering out over the parking lot. It was a quiet night with stars faintly sparkling high above the town despite the light pollution.

From the night there were the sudden sounds of rapid foot steps, a figure running at impossible speeds before pushing off. The sillhouette launched from the parking lot, making it almost two stories up. A clawed hand grabbed the brick outcropping of a windowsill, propelling the mass upward again. Chris shot over the edge of the roof, landing in a three point stance with one hand out to balance himself.

He wanted to pant, but he wasn't winded at all. Chris stood up and the black slime covering his head pulled back, slipping down to the base of his throat like some sort of stealth bodysuit. Chris shook his head, letting his hair loose, breathing air through his own nose again. The teenager walked around the roof, heading to the far side before he crouched down at the edge, looking out at the old track around the football field and the bleachers rising up on either side. It looked so different at night.

"What is this place?" The symbiote asked curiously. Chris smiled a little despite himself.

"It's my old high school... It's where all the young people come to learn before heading off in life." Chris replied.

"Why did we come here?" The symbiote questioned. Chris tilted his head a little.

"I'm not sure... I guess... I used to come here so much, I was on auto pilot. I did a lot of thinking here." Chris said, though his mind filled with memories - happy memories, excited memories, rich memories of a life well lived with friends and laughter. The symbiote nearly vibrated around him.

"This was your kingdom. You walked tall and proud down these halls." The symbiote said with delight for its host. Chris smiled softly at that, his smile tinged with a bit of nostalgia.

"Yeah. I kinda miss it." he admitted.

"We will make a new kingdom now, together. We will be strong." The symbiote stated simply. Chris slowly sat down on the edge of the root, his black clawed feet dangling over the edge. He thought about it for a long moment, bracing his clawed hands on either side of him.

"What is it that you want?" Chris asked after a moment.

"We want you." The symbiote answered. Chris furrowed his brow.

"You didn't come all this way just for me." Chris said.

"But we did... We needed us, we needed to be together." The symbiote replied. Chris wished he understood fully, though he could feel it as if it were a concept at the tip of his tongue.

"I can't deny that you are amazing, and you make me feel like... like I never thought possible. But we're going to have to come up with some ground rules. I can't just stop living my life." Chris said.

"We would never end our life!" The symbiote replied in protest. Chris shook his head.

"No, I mean... I've still got to go to college, I've still got to be able to go home without freaking my mom out. Is there a way you can like, I don't know, hide?" The question was not answered in words, but Chris could feel the symbiote swimming around his thoughts until the goo started to contract and constrict, shrinking down tighter and smaller, compacting. His torso emerged from the slime, then his hands and feet. It continued to slip back from his stomach and legs until it wriggled around his mid-section.

Chris looked down, watching as the goo that had covered his entire body shrank down small enough to resemble rubber boxer shorts... with an anatomically correct black rubber cock. Still, it was small enough to hide under his clothes for school, but not at his swim meets. As he thought about swimming, tendrils of black goo shot out, anchoring his cock, pulling it close to his body until it disappeared into the slime and the front was smooth. The crack between his ass cheeks filled out, and a tiny silver jagged lightning bolt appeared on the side as the legs pulled up.

"Dude... That is fucking brilliant..." Chris grinned, looking at how the symbiote had shrunk down into a speedo - a thick speedo, but a speedo none-the-less. It would be enough to get past the requirements used on the swim team.

"This will work for us to remain living our life?" The symbiote asked.

"Oh yeah, but you don't have to go that small unless we're at the pool." Chris replied. The symbiote brushed against the human's mind, getting many memories of a small pond indoors. It was man made, technological and yet nature at its most basic. The idea fascinated the creature.

"Show us this pool." The symbiote demanded.

"It's pretty late, I-" Chris paused, seeing the headlights of a car heading down the street by the school. It was only then that he realized that he was almost naked on the roof of a high school he had graduated from several months before. He blushed furiously, "Sure, uh, cover me back up and we'll go." he said.

In moments the symbiote expanded, wrapping around his legs, spiraling down to re-form his large clawed feet. It swept up across his torso and encased his arms, his hands flexing as the black tipped claws emerged. The slime caressed his neck and throat, closing around his head, knitting together before a slimy mouth opened up full of sharp, wicked fangs. A long, slithering tongue emerged, whipping around before pulling back.

Chris felt a little jolt of fear in his heart as he leaned forward, changing his center of gravity before he dropped off the edge of the building. The ground was beneath his feet before he knew it, but the symbiote landed with ease. He barely felt an impact, the shock absorbed into the goo. Chris stretched a little before he turned, breaking into a sprint, disappearing into the night. It'd be a bit of a jog to get to the college, but the curiosity of his new companion was infectious.

**** Making it onto the community college campus at night had proved far more difficult than the high school, at least at first. Unlike most of town, it was incredibly well lit with eco-conscious LED bulbs that worked in bluish white light. Most of the buildings had been locked down for the night, and the rest required a student ID card to access. Beyond that, there were cameras everywhere. The biggest challenge of all, Chris hadn't been wearing any clothes... at least real ones. That, at least, was a challenge the alien creature had been willing to adapt to.

Chris moved down the steps, still adjusting to the feeling on his body. The black slime had contorted and manipulated itself until it appeared to be a black mesh shirt and black jogging shorts. It glistened and shone with an unnatural brilliance, looking as if it was made out of materials no one had ever seen before, but it looked close enough to active wear clothing that people might not think twice about it.

There was a bit of anxiety about moving around campus barefoot, especially as Chris reached the bottom of the stairs and moved into the locker room. He didn't want to get athlete's foot, or to pass it on to his new space buddy. He looked around, relieved that no one else was there before he headed to the showers.

"This is not pool." The symbiote murmured, and without an echo to his voice, Chris realized he was hearing the alien inside of his own head rather than out loud.

"We take a shower before we go in the pool." Chris replied.

"We just took a shower at home." The symbiote said. Chris froze in place. That was true... Despite running from his house to the high school and then to the college, he hadn't felt like he'd broken a sweat.

"Okay, but do that speedo thing." he said. The symbiote grumbled at having to shrink himself so much, but the shirt dissolved into wet slime that dropped down into the shorts as they tightened up and angled in, holding Chris' package close to his body as the fake brand emblem appeared on the hip again. Chris smiled at how efficiently the creature had accomplished his task.

Chris padded barefoot across the locker room, rounding the corner and emerging to where the pool was. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in a dark sandy tan covered tile, and the lights were a warm cream, making it feel atmospheric. It was a long pool, graduating from a little over three and a half feet to almost twenty at its deepest point. Chris smiled. He loved this pool. It was always the perfect temperature, and it was always clean. He took a big breath of the chlorinated air.

"What is that wonderful flavor?" The symbiote asked.

"What, the pool air? They chlorinate it to keep it clean." Chris replied.

"This... is wonderful. We like it so much more than disgusting soap!" The symbiote replied. Chris chuckled at that.

"You better like it... we're going to be getting into it, okay?" he said.

"We will always be okay." The symbiote replied, practically sounding as if it was snorting. Chris rolled his eyes a little and moved to the edge of the pool, slipping his legs over. He lowered down and scooted out, dropping down until the water lapped at the very base of his symbiote speedo. He wanted to be careful just in case it burned or something. Instead, Chris nearly went limp as an intense wave of pleasure rippled through his body. It quivered in his ass and massaged his cock.

"I love this flavor... I love... I love it..." The symbiote trembled. Chris moaned and slowly dipped into the pool, landing on his knees, the water rising up to his nipples. He bobbed there for a moment as the pleasure washed over him. His eyes were glazed with lust until, after several minutes, it started to become more bearable.

"Dude... What was that?" Chris murmured.

"I have never tasted water like that... and you have many good memories of that smell." The symbiote said. Chris smiled a little.

"Well, yeah. That smell meant you were going to have a lot of fun." Chris said.

"Not just fun, prowess, power, respect. You won in combat against your enemies." The symbiote replied. Chris winced.

"They weren't my enemies, and it wasn't combat. It was a competition, it was a rivalry." Chris said. The symbiote chuffed.

"We will win against many more rivals. We will be unstoppable." The symbiote retorted. Chris murmured.

"There's two holes in your plan. We can't win if I orgasm just from you tasting the water, AND, if we're not back before my mom gets home, we won't be allowed out of the house." Chris said. The symbiote growled, and Chris could almost see it vibrate beneath the water.

"Imprisonment is not acceptable. We will return to our house." The symbiote gave in. Chris smiled, though looking out at the pool he wished that he had enough time for a few laps - but he couldn't risk it. He had to get home, he had to keep his life balanced just long enough to get a grip on what was going on. With great reluctance on both parts, he pulled himself out of the pool. The water ran off of his human skin, but the speedo was completely dry as it emerged from the pool.

**** It was one in the morning by the time Amanda had made it back home. She barely made it in the door before she kicked off her shoes, setting her briefcase down on the end of the couch. She walked down the hallway and gently eased open the door to Chris's room and looked inside. Her nineteen year old son was curled up in bed, his blond hair tussled across the pillow as he slumbered. She nodded to herself and pulled the door back shut.

With the bedroom secure, Chris' opened his eyes again and heaved a sigh of relief, rolling onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. It had been the wildest night of his life, but there was so much he didn't know. He threw his covers back and looked down at his rubbery clad body. He traced a clawed hand down across his chest to his stomach and then his groin.

Jutting out from his lap was his black rubbery cock. It looked bigger with the symbiote covering it, and that was a fact that Chris rather enjoyed. He reached down to wrap his clawed fingers around his shaft, only to realize his monstrous hand was taller and longer than his cock. A wave of disappointment moved through Chris as he went to lean back.

"What is wrong?" The symbiote asked.

"Uh, it's hard to put into words... There's still a lot to get used to." Chris whispered, trying to stay quite so he didn't alert his mother to anything before she went to bed. The symbiote probed the human's mind, trying to put feelings to words.

"We do not feel big enough? But you made that part bigger before. Do it now." The symbiote replied. Chris blushed.

"It isn't that easy, I don't have a lot of control, and I can only get so big." Chris said.

"Then we will help." The symbiote replied. Chris could feel the black goo covering his body start to shift and flow, changing its mass, reorienting its structure before his cock stood upright, tall and proud... and then little by little, it started to stretch longer, and thicker, and wider. It was slow at first but was gaining speed.

Chris gasped in surprise and wrapped his fingers around his cock, finding it far easier to hold now. He slipped it up and down, though it wasn't quite the same. The rubbery coating had no give or stretch to it like his normal skin. Instead, Chris started to squeeze the cock tighter. To his shock and delight, he could feel the faintest brush of his fingers, the sensations translated down to the nerves in his cock... and somehow, even though it was just his body encased, it felt like his cock really was being stroked and squeezed by a hand that size in comparison.

A moan escaped the human's lips as he started to lift his hip and thrust into the hand, grunting harder, gritting his teeth as his cock pushed past eleven inches, then thirteen, then fourteen. He moaned louder, unable to stop himself. He grunted and groaned, but then forced himself to open his eyes. He looked down at his huge member, feeling pride fill his heart. He arched his back as his cock pushed past sixteen inches.

"I'm hung like a horse!" Chris moaned.

"What is a horse?" The symbiote asked, searching the teen's memories until he found images of Chris visiting some local farms when he was younger. "Their weapon is a superior design." The symbiote declared. Chris gasped as much more goo flowed up his shaft, bulging out about half way up to form a ridged ring, pooling over the head of his cock before bloating outward. It plateaud at the tip, widening into a blunt, flat tip before the slime pushed down into his urethra, spreading it wide, making a pronounced opening in the huge blunt equine member.

Chris's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his balls released his load, his human sperm rushing out to be met by the intruding black slime. The salty, musky liquid was a welcome surprise to the alien creature that absorbed it quickly. Proteins, salts, moisture, all part of his most amazing host. The symbiote rippled with pleasure until Chris collapsed in his bed, panting.

The teenager murmured, a little bit of drool escaping his lips. He could barely move, barely operate. The orgasm had been so good... although there was still something missing. It felt as though his partner, his companion, had not enjoyed it as much as he had. Chris felt a pang of guilt in his heart. After all the symbiote had done for him, was he a selfish lover? He rolled slightly to look out of his windows at the stars outside through the blinds.

"Is this... what you wanted? Just to be with someone? To be together?" Chris asked softly, worried about the symbiote's feelings.

"I want us to be together." The symbiote replied.

"We are together, you have me." Chris whispered. There was a subtle shift in the casing on his body, almost as if it got looser.

"We... are not together. We are not one." The symbiote replied. Chris felt his strength returning as he pushed himself up in bed, looking shocked.

"What do you mean? What about the school, or the pool?" Chris asked.

"We are not one. We are not a part of you. We are clothing, an accessory, a second skin." the symbiote replied.

"But I want you to feel as good as I feel... What can I do? How can we bring this to the next level?" Chris asked. The suit tightened across his body again.

"You want to be part of us? You want to be one? We will never be apart..." The creature replied. Chris thought about it for a long moment, about how amazing his life had become. Sure, there were risks. Bonding with an alien life form, he could be hunted or dissected. He might react badly, or the symbiote might get sick. They could die.. They were real risks, but the alternative? If he pulled back, if the alien left him and went away, what would he do for the rest of his life? Regret? Would the alien resent him, harbor a grudge? Would he die of boredom, or old age, never knowing what could have been? No, none of that was acceptable.

"I want to be part of us, I want to be one." Chris said. The symbiote shuddered with bliss as it slipped up his neck, covering his throat, his hair, and finally his face. It knitted shut, but this time it didn't open its augmented mouth. It completely encased Chris from head to toe, covering his body completely. It was different for Chris too. He couldn't see this time, or hear - but he could most certainly feel.

It started as a compression around his hands and feet, strongest where the symbiote had first latched on. It moved up his legs and arms, around his ribs, then his head. It felt like the symbiote was tightening, shrinking, contracting. Chris was mildly concerned, feeling a little claustrophobic as it pressed in tighter and tighter. His ribs started to ache, his skin started to burn, but then the burning softened into a tingling. The pressure bubbled away almost effervescently until there was no pain, just a tingling like his whole body had fallen asleep.

The black goo that had coated him so thickly was getting thinner and thinner, becoming soft and wet, slippery, soft and gooey. It clung to his hair, his ears, showing every detail as if he was a sculpture of shadow. The symbiote got thinner still, each molecule and particle finer and finer until Chris's skin began to emerge again, and then Chris understood what was happening. He was absorbing the symbiote, soaking it in like a sponge.

Chris gasped for air, his eyes snapping open as the last traces of the creature disappeared from the surface of his body. His blue eyes tinted purple, his body went tight, his mind filled with memories, emotions, feelings, urges, and desires... and his poured into the symbiote's mind as well. The symbiote was there with his memories of growing up, of maturing, of flirting with the pink haired punk that had been the first boy to kiss him, and then the five boys after that that he'd kissed. The symbiote was with him when he'd won a Halo tournament, when he got his swimming trophy, Caez was there when-

"Caez..." Chris whispered. Was that the symbiote's name? It felt so familiar, like it was part of him... and maybe it was. The start of the name felt like it had come from his own, but now they were together, they were one. There was a pleasant vibration that started in the core of his being and rippled outwards through his body.

"We are together." The words filled his being, and they came not from one side or the other, but both. That moment of bonding, that triumph of connection, filled them with a blinding light of joy brighter than any orgasm. Chris's purple eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out, landing on his blankets, his human cock spraying cum across his stomach even in a state of unconsciousness.