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Symbiosis

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Wolf leaned back against a rock, though he no longer felt the cold with Izze sharing the warmth of his body. Sometimes her pliable, flexible body swept up and over his head, ensuring that even his snout was covered, sharing her essence with him, and other times she retreated to only a certain section of his body, keeping herself out of sight and out of mind. With her mind linked to his whenever she was in physical contact - and, as their bond deepened, even when they were not actually touching - she could communicate with him, the two of them even sometimes acting as one, though they had the ability, of course, to become separate beings and entities at any time.

Yet that was not the basis or the function of a truly symbiotic relationship, the goal, of course, that Izze had with any wanderers that she drew into her fold. It was not meant to be a one-way street, for she would not be able to feed adequately from even an endless supply of unwilling hosts, but give and a take, something that benefitted both of them for a long-term relationship that would, therefore, prosper. Of course, in a galaxy that had seen her as a threat to the very stability of it, that was hardly something that had come with any sense of ease to her before.

Wolf, however... Ah, he was different. Even as she flowed around him, sweeping down his chest, forming a second skin under his clothes, she had memorised the lines of his body already. It was difficult not to when she was in such close contact with him every day, though it was something that only served to benefit both of them. As rough and as coarse as he had been with her, he had already begun to open up, telling her a little of his life, his ambitions - even if he had not made any great steps to achieve them already. Sometimes, with creatures like him, that was the way of it.

Izze was an entity that could bring those lazy dreams of his, conquering and not even needing to annihilate those, not really, anymore, that stood in his way. If there was one thing that Wolf O'Donnell could not stand, it was obstacles - and Izze removed most, if not all, of them from his way. It was a convenience that he liked, stretching back idly as a ship that was too familiar to him entered the atmosphere.

One of his old fleet. His crew. Well, not the entire crew but it seemed that Panther had registered the beacon that he had found, hoping that the signal would get back to them in time, though he had little concern about starving with Izze there to guide him. Although there was some sustenance and supplies, hoarded caches as if those that left them there intended to return at a later date, to be found in the tundra-like wasteland, he still would have preferred his usual fare. She could also transfer nutrients and essentials to him via their symbiotic touch, which would ensure that survival, even if not completely pleasant, would be possible.

He clasped forearms with Panther, the panther lightly dressed for space travel, even though his dark purple fur was duller than he remembered it, more towards black than with the sheen that he had had in his vitality. Neither of them may have been old but, if they could be called best friends on some level, it was a stark reminder to the wolf that he was, indeed, getting older, even if the years had been unkind to him merely as a result of his actions. Sometimes, one was the orchestra of his own doom.

But not with Izze. The symbiote slithered down so that she was covered by what little clothes he had, the attire that he had found stashed in the ship he'd stolen not really suited to the planet he'd crashed on. It had had to do, however, as he smiled and greeted Panther, conversation flowing easily between the two of them as if it had never been any different and the years had not passed.

"Old friend... You're looking just as ragged as ever."

"And I could say the same to you, fleabag."

Any jests were made in good-nature and there was no ill-will behind them, even if lingering there would not be a wise idea. Wolf grinned to find out that, of course, his escape had not been a coincidence and the security system had not simply "conveniently" failed on that particular day. Panther and the rest of his crew had not expected him to jump so far away, however, and had not been searching for him in the right place until he'd set the beacon off - and the rest had been set. It was funny how things could come together between such a closely-knit crew when they were far apart, but it would have been considered by some as a testament to their bond, even if he would have cynically said otherwise.

There was always a need to look back over his shoulder, after all, knowing that everything could be taken from him at a moment's notice. It was too easy for everything to crumble around him and it was hardly as if he'd expected to be captured and thrown in high-security prison without even a trial (to be fair, it was not as if anyone needed more evidence of his war crimes than what he had already given them). Yet the world that he knew and greedily held onto as his own was something that could be taken if he was not careful, Izze tightening her grip softly on him as if to remind the wolf, in that moment, that she was there with him too.

Stay the course.

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He stiffened, ascending the steps into the spacecraft, a moderate-small sized transporter that would get them where they needed to be quickly. The dents had been smoothed out, although it still held the battered charm that it had when Wolf had originally thieved it. He smiled.

I know.

There was something, after all, that they had to do, the crew and the ship waiting for them, their plan having formed. There were some, surely, that would not like what he had in store for them, least of all, most likely, Panther, but it was the way of it and what he had for them would only serve to make all of them stronger.

Ah, so vague... Yet those words had been ones that he had only shared with Izze as he entered space again with Panther at the helm, only frowning a little at being delivered back to his crew like a trophy that had been one. Maybe that was the way and maybe it was not but it was the path that he had chosen and there was not much more to it than that at the end of the day.

Wolf smirked. They would understand. And, if they didn't, he would be better-placed too to make them understand.

There was no guilt in him as he was greeted loudly and cheered by his crew, crossing the walkway, once attached, to the main ship, though it appeared different to how it had been, the exterior painted and cloaked so that it was more difficult to detect on scans. That was a nice touch but he tried not to appear too impressed by it, loftily aloof but allowing them to embrace him lightly, jovially bumping shoulders and celebrating his escape. Well, they called it a rescue but they, of course, did not know about Izze hidden under his clothes, the symbiote pulsing lightly around his body as she slunk in close, listening intently and taking everything in.

Their energies pulsed around her and she closed her visual senses (all she saw there were Wolf's clothes anyway and no further afield), taking in their energies. She needed to have a feel for them, his crew, four of them. The first was the panther, Panther, that had brought them from her prison-planet, and her heart warmed a little to him, even though she was already hungry for something else, wondering if Wolf would be so inclined as to help her feed from him sooner rather than later. But the others were more interesting still, one coming with a darker presence that felt soured, a chameleon with shifting shades of green in his skin, though he could undoubtedly camouflage himself as well as any other. That was an interesting one, Leon, she heard the name and committed it to memory. A chimp's name was muddied, however, bouncing between Andrew and Oikonny, a surname and an initial name that Izze did not understand. There was something there but it was not as soured as Leon, driving her to move on to the final energy present there.

Pigma. That was a solid presence, one that felt stable, even if she could not understand it, musing briefly over discussions with Leon over piloting. Izze had never piloted anything besides a body but a ship would surely not be any trouble to her with the right host body to guide her through muscle memory. Maybe she would have the chance to learn from Leon, at some point, but Pigma was strong in goal and had few morals. In a way, he was the simplest member of the crew, clear cut about what he was after with a brash laugh and few morals left to sway him from any course that he chose to follow.

She watched them all carefully, the ship gearing up for a celebration, staying in orbit around a planet that they said was uninhabited as she pulsed idly around the wolf. He shuddered and she allowed him to slink off to something that she supposed was for machinery and supplies, though that was not something that she had all that much of an interest in. It did not benefit her as a symbiote so why should she waste her many years on something that she could merely pilot and command other bodies to do for her as and when necessary?

No, Izze's talents and powers went far beyond that as she let his cock harden against her flexible skin, a bubble of mirth flowing through her. The wolf moaned and let his head fall back, something metallic clattering on a shelf, yet neither of them had it in themselves to care. There, they were alone: that was all that mattered.

"Izze..."

He breathed out her name with rising lust, passion hot on his breath as his hips rocked. The form of her, the symbiote, meant that removing his clothes - which had thankfully been replaced with something more akin to his casual space flight and ship uniform, with him as the captain and head of it all - was no longer needed. He could not have said, not even then, whether that was a good thing or not, losing a moment to breathe as she pulsed around his cock, rippling and coaxing his flesh to tingling pleasure as if he was thrusting into her pussy again.

He licked his lips. To have her as a doe or even the antelope form that she had tried out with him in the days between their meeting and their rescue would be a pleasure at that time and yet not one that it seemed like he was going to get. That was alright though as there was already so much pleasure at play that it made his head spin, fingers curling back around one of the lower shelves as he tipped his muzzle down and panted hotly.

Restraint... That thought was dim in the back of his mind, even if he knew too that it was something that would not matter for all that much longer as she milked his cock, clasping his balls but not so tightly that there was anything beyond a lightly mild and warming sensation. No... Their plans would soon come to sweet fruition and they would all be glad of the world that they laid forth to come, Wolf taking over all that stood before him in a way that no one would have ever expected.

He imagined conquest, seeing that bastardly fox brought to his knees, yet not merely as a fox. No, that would have been too easy to bring Star Fox down in that way or even to eliminate him. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he imagined Izze working on him, the fox's body changing right there before his eyes from dog-fox to vixen, muzzle slimming down, breasts and buttocks thick and lusciously round.

Izze saw all of that in his mind and laughed faintly, encouraging him, turning the image in his head so that the fox was on all fours, the pretty vixen lifting her tail for him and begging plaintively. Her breasts swung heavily with milk, dripping and beading at the points of her nipples, and Wolf hungrily leaned over her, his cock pounding straight into her pussy, in his mind's eye, without any care for the pleasure of the figment of his imagination. In any reality that was not solely with Izze, it would have been too rough for any lady, but he didn't care about that as he bred and debased Star Fox with brutally savage thrusts.

You will have your revenge.

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She brushed his mind with his even as she matched her ministrations to the rampant thrusts of his shaft, breeding the one that had brought them to justice with furious strokes. It was a debasement and a triumph, depending on how one looked at it, at the same time, breath rasping through Wolf's throat as he resisted the urge to howl. That would not have done, for he was not truly with the fox and he was there in a moment where privacy and secrecy had to be key, if only for a little while longer.

Sensing his need, Izze rippled and pulsed around his shaft, milking him, as desperate for his seed as he was to give it, each wave coursing around his shaft as if it could not be held back. Yet the wolf in question still could not resist a long, drawn-out moan, rolling his hips for one, final sensual thrust, balls aching and churning softly as he spilt his load. His cum was thicker and simply more after only spending a few days with Izze as she worked to increase his virility, though it was an incremental rise and not one that he wanted to see happen overnight. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to see that change in his body but she warmed him through whenever the tiniest little doubt crept into his mind, reassuring him that it was all in line with their plans, the path that they had conducted and laid out before them.

There was no mess from his seed, of course, as Izze greedily drank it all down, the symbiote sucking it all down as she absorbed it, leaving no waste and letting nothing slip away from her. She was fixed to him like a second skin and yet one that could ripple and wave away as she pleased, though it was something that both of them wanted, clasped together irrevocably and luxuriously so.

He had to hurry though, thankfully, there was no clean-up to be done as he hastened back to the celebration, a bottle of rum in his paw that might have been stolen or bought with stolen credit: it didn't matter anymore. Oikonny, the chimp, clapped him on the back and he chugged it down, throwing his head back as if he was doing it for show, though he needed the burn of the liquor sliding down, the rash aftertaste that reminded him of where he was and who he was. Fine quality would not have done with that crew, but that was the way of it as he leaned into it, relishing and cherishing the freedom that, some time back, he had wondered if he was ever due to have again.

Still...the alliances there were not strong when it came to his crew and Wolf would have been a fool to not consider that, even while the revelry was going on. He showed his thoughts to Izze and let past events play out in his head, how Andrew wanted to be and thought that he was the one, true ruler and heir, how Pigma was straight about his desires, only wanting to make quick money. They had changed, however, and maybe that was why they were there for him, wanting him to come out of his life too, though it was not in a way that he could have expected.

"Yes, I found myself a nice snake to settle down with," Leon said slowly, the lizard taking his time as if he was choosing each one of his words with the utmost of care. "We all have, in a way, found someone to settle with, though that does not mean that we do not lie low and take what we need."

Pigma scoffed, tossing back some manner of food that was not packaged space rations - a delicacy, in that case.

"Yeah, yeah, you would say that - but what do you care? You've got enough money to live the rest of your life without lifting a finger ever again and you're worried about taking more?"

The chameleon scowled, though it was hard to tell as he stared unblinkingly at the pig, fat and lolling with a stack of sweet things beside him. Sometimes the names of such treats and little fineries, changing from planet to planet, evaded them. That was okay as there was little in that ilk that would bother them again.

He's plotting something.

_ _

Wolf stiffened.

What?

_ _

If a symbiote could have conveyed a shrug, that was just what Izze had for him.

I cannot say that far, but be cautious of that one.

_ _

They talked of their lives and, in comparison to previous escapades, they all seemed to have broken apart in a way and wanted to settle down into another kind of life, something simple and soft and light. The only one carrying on with things just as they were for the hell of it, truly, was Pigma, though he would not have expected anything different from the swine. They had always been about one thing and one thing alone, although they did boast about their conquests, some more fondly than others. Whoever they got into a sleeping chamber with them was either fortunate or unfortunately, depending on how one wanted to look at that.

"I hope you all know that there is still a job to do here."

Laughter faded, more serious expressions taking over, paws behind backs as they unconsciously stood to attention. Only Panther remained rocked back on the heels of his hind paws, a small smile pulling at his lips on just the one side as if everything was just as he'd imagined it to begin with. He'd always known Wolf the best, to be fair, and Izze mentally licked her lips, reaching and stretching out to him, her body trembling with the need to feed, the need for sustenance. What she had taken from Wolf earlier, hidden away from the celebrations, had not been enough, but she could not feed while everyone was watching... Not unless things changed more swiftly than expected.

Wolf stood tall, loftily snapping up an air of command as if it had never left him.

"A job to do," he repeated. "And there I was stuck in prison. And for what? They think they're the ones in the right but, I ask you, what have the elite and the powers that be, not to mention Star Fox, ever done for us?"

They grumbled and shook their heads. Even Leon straightened a bit and crossed his arms over his chest, tail curling back and forth. He had more gripes with them than the others knew of, though there always seemed to be a new problem yet to come up from his past life. It was a good thing that they cared little about that when he was good at his job and in it, of course, for the payday.

"We are here, here right now, to take back what is rightfully ours."

He clenched his fist, throwing it up, rousing them to unrest, shifting their weight, looking back and forth as if they expected the enemy to show themselves right there with them.

"The vacation is over!" Wolf snapped, slamming his fist into the palm of his opposite paw. "And, finally, we shall have both our revenge and what should always have been ours!"

They cheered but there was one, even then, that was not quite as loud, the dissent between them rumbling, cords of tension strung taut in Wolf's absence. His fury and simmering desire for power were what had truly kept all of them together; not even Panther could have hoped to do that without him. Andrew, of course, quieted before the rest and his contemplative expression was not one that fooled Wolf. Of course, he pretended not to notice, laughing and drinking as Panther clapped him on the shoulder, pressing another drink into his paw, the celebrations continuing. It was the greed that linked them, of course, yet the problem with things was that their respective greed were not ones that always went paw in paw or matched up at all.

Wolf would have shaken his head if he had been in privacy and at some liberty to do so. They were broken, that was true, and it did indeed beg the question as to why they had "rescued" him in the first place. Was he a relic of times gone by to them or was there something still there in their missions and attempts to turn things around for themselves (only when it came to their own anti-world desires, of course) after all? It was hard to say and it was not something that was going to matter for very much longer anyway as his plans whirred in the back of his mind, Izze stirring them up and urging him on.

Do it. You know, the longer we delay, the more that I need to feed. There is nowhere private for me to draw sustenance from you here - before wasn't good enough. And I know you don't only want that now. We need more, we need them.

Wolf swallowed.

"We don't need to always get revenge, are you aware of that?"

Ah, those words came from Andrew: he'd known that he would have something to say, never truly being won over to their cause. It probably did not help that he had taken over the team in Wolf's absence, even if it was Panther's quiet paw working behind the scenes that kept things from falling apart. Things were difficult, as always.

The chimp eyed him up and Wolf half-shrugged in turn.

"Our relationship has not always been one where we saw eye to eye, as it? But can we not put this rivalry aside to step forward into the good for the both of us?"

The chimp grumbled and shifted his weight but it was hardly an untoward request to be made and he had no team or crew of his own either. Starting over from where he was could not be done easily and Izze fed back his emotions to Wolf as she took in the changes in his energy, the aura of sorts that surrounded him.

He sees them coming back to you, I feel the shift in energy. They are coming back to your side but there is still something more there. That is something that you are going to have to find out for yourself, however. I am hungry.

_ _

Yes, yes... He had to take into account Izze but it was harder than ever to consider a symbiote when something was going on amongst his crew members.

A common goal should have united them and, indeed, put Andrew on the path to what he wanted but things were so fragile and fraught that it was hard to work out what to do next. The ground beneath his feet was more unstable than he could have imagined it during an earthquake, everything shifting around him even as Izze tightened on his skin. She was there and he already had more information than, frankly, he could have otherwise have hoped for, merely by her being able to sense more than he could. That was a good thing.

But there was something wrong and, notably, someone was missing, someone who should have been there regardless of everything. For there was one member of their crew that could very fairly have been said to never miss a meal, the roundest and most rotund of them all and yet one of the more useful members out in the field.

"Wait..." Wolf smoothed down the fur on his cheeks as if appearing thoughtful, though his heart pounded and he sweated under his clothes. "Where is Pigma?"

One member of the crew stiffened, yet it was Izze who fed that sensation back to him, interested in the turn of events.

Andrew.

_ _

Of course. It always was him.

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The chimp glanced over, swilling some fine vodka around his cup, though it was strange that it was not already down his throat. Like the pig ate to fill his ravenous appetite, the chimp was well-known to drink like a fish. And he had hardly touched anything.

"We had a heist planned before Panther notified us of the beacon being sent up," Andrew said smoothly, almost as if he was not interested in the conversation at hand. "He's off getting some tech. On my order."

Tension crackled in the air between them and yet it was not something that either of them could do anything about at that moment, even though everyone already knew that there was something going on there. There was something unspoken and the rivalry was by no means put aside.

Yet Wolf had learned more than expected in prison and pretended to take another drink, one ear flicking as he skilfully defused the tension. Izze teasing down the lines of his back, easing out the muscles that had contracted in concern (quite due concern too, to be fair) helped him some. Sometimes the body and the mind were too connected for their own good when it came to incidents like that.

He could not set it down that Pigma was not there, knowing still that there was no reason, come hell or high water for Pigma to miss out on what was, effectively, free food. The plate of sweet treats had been left suspiciously on its own and even Andrew, who was supposed to be in charge or thought himself to be anyway, had not noticed it.

Wolf resisted the urge to shudder even if Izze felt it in him. Did that mean it was deliberate?

There was not much to the party after that but retreating to the captain's sleeping chambers (Andrew had kept his own extensive quarters, it seemed) did not make things easier for him, although his surroundings were familiar. That was better than his prison cell, to be fair, but it was not all that better than the cave that he had shared with Izze out in the tundra, moaning and grunting hoarsely through orgasm after orgasm. The delight of it all had been something to course through and warm them from the inside out, passions rising, yet they still had to be quiet on the ship.

Izze idly massaged his cock to orgasm just the once, though Wolf stuffed a pillow in his maw to maintain his silence. It was not unheard of, of course, for crew members to bring back others for "entertainment" when they alighted at docks but, well, it would have most certainly have been questionable to hear moaning when they would have known, most definitely, that he was alone in his room. At the very least, they would have assumed he was with himself and that was not much of a consolation when it came to what others thought of him. Perhaps that was something that was a failing on his part, thinking too much on what others thought of him.

Yet the look on Andrew's face could not slip from his mind as Izze eased from him, having taken a little sustenance for the moment, taking on the form of the black-furred doe that had first enticed him in a dream. She was beautiful but not so much as to seduce him when he was more concerned about less sexual matters.

"It seems to be worrying you what the chimp is up to."

He sighed, speaking far more softly than he usually would have.

"And the pig, Pigma. He's...not the sort to just disappear like that. What are they thinking of me that they think I could have brushed something like that off? I do see things."

"I would expect that he's not plotting anything pleasant for you."

Izze considered that, head tilting and nose quivering, yet held her words back until she was good and prepared to spend them.

"I'll find out what he is up to. Only then will I be able to feed adequately to sustain me."

She didn't want for permission, not being the sort of creature that needed to ask the captain's permission to do just about anything. She was a law unto herself even though Wolf outstretched a paw as she left, the symbiote melting down into what would have appeared to the casual eye to be nothing more than a pile of goo, even if she could move and flow all on her own.

Down the hallway and slowly around the corners: there was no one there, everyone else slumbering comfortably after all the booze and fine food that they had consumed during the celebrations. The sense of Pigma was there but not in a lingering form, as if he had passed through recently only fleetingly, and Izze stored that nuance of information away for later, oozing down the hall until she came to the second-largest quarters on the ship.

The chimp set out his quarters as if they were for a royal, the bedroom off from the entrance chamber, though it seemed over the top to have such extravagance on a ship like that. It was all new to the symbiote, however, as she inspected the rich red on his seating, trimmed with gold, the entrance room set up as if he was expecting powerful guests. That was not to be, however, unless one considered Izze to be a different kind of powerful, easing into the second room, under the door.

There, she waited, the chimp sitting before several screens that lined the walls, their artificial glow illuminating his face.

"So, he's out then?"

"Yes, the wolf is out."

Andrew's face contorted in a way that could not be deciphered as he spoke to someone via the communicator, Izze hunkered down, out of sight. If he'd known she was there, the gig would have been up but, as it was, she was just another feature of the room, shrinking down into a tiny pool on the floor, drawing in every part of herself just to listen.

Some things she didn't understand, almost a passive player, but others she caught. Something about a trade agreement, a heist - that had been mentioned earlier too, hadn't it? Maybe not all of that had been a falsehood, though there was something more to it too.

"Only when he's no longer useful to me will I end him," Andrew said finally, sealing the deal in a way that Izze could understand. "He's a useless bastard - he's the one that got himself locked up. Everything he stands for goes up against me and he thinks I'm going to step aside for him for now?"

Whoever was on the other end of the communicator laughed a cackling, crackling laugh, even though the line itself was clear. There was more said but Izze understood little of it, hastening with due caution from the chimp's chambers and back to Wolf.

"What?"

Even in the darkness of his bedroom, Wolf was on his feet, simmering with rage, paws clenched into fists. To think that the chimp was plotting against him! And to what end had that ever worked for him before? Wiping the back of his paw across his mouth, he resisted the urge to spit. That was uncouth and it was time he drew himself up tall and faced those that had sought to oppose him head-on.

"No - now is not the time!"

Although she was eager to feed, she could not see the sense in rushing, yet Wolf was already gone, leaving her trying to form into a new body and chase after him at the same time. Whereas the symbiote was near enough impossible to kill, she did have her limitations too and some those limitations came in the speed that she could do things. He was all the way into the chimp's chambers before she caught up with him as a doe again and, by that time, it was too late.

"You've misunderstood! Who told you that? I'm trying to get information for us - for you!"

Andrew threw his paws in the air but it was time for Izze to see a different side to the wolf, his icy stare, his body as still and as frozen as a statue, yet the lines of tension present in his shoulders and down his bare back told a different tale. He hadn't even taken the time to put more clothes on bar his night trousers, worn for comfort more than anything else, but Andrew was dressed as if he had only just come from the party, his shoulders broadened with light armour that made him appear larger than he was.

Yet Wolf had not gotten to where he was, despite his nuances of lazy ambition, without learning a thing or two. Andrew's eyes flicked to Izze and it was in that moment that Wolf O'Donnell knew that he didn't need to ask the chimp any questions. He had everything under control as much as Andrew spouted and cried about injustices, how it was unfair on him, how he was being singled out, how Wolf was threatened by him. Truth be told, Wolf didn't feel threatened by anyone at all anymore.

"Izze?"

She perked up and Andrew stepped back, for the first time showing a flutter of true fear.

"What is going on here? Who is this? Did you pick up a whore for your fun?"

Andrew sneered but what he did not know was that they had worked out a way to bring others, not the crew members but that was merely a happy accident that at least Andrew would be the first victim, over to their side and will. A change or two and a fair dose of humiliation and the chimp would be putty in their paws - even when Izze did not have such things.

The doe smiled and advanced on him, ears twitching as her dark eyes grew ever more intense without a hint of a smile.

"Now... This shall not hurt a bit. That is what they say, isn't it, Wolf?"

It did not pass Andrew's notice that she was naked from head to cloven hoof but that was not something that he would have the liberty to focus on for much longer. For what they wanted to do with him would change his entire outlook on reality, warping his mind and stealing every drop of power that he could have ever possessed. Gone would be the ambition and dreams, which he had very much gone after, of ruling when they had him in their grasp, choosing the first one to test Izze's power on.

The chimp jumped and shoved at her as she latched onto him, fingers sticky with goo, letting go of her form as she melded to him. He was too slow to get her off him, hesitating with the lure of her female form in such close proximity, but that was ultimately his downfall as he howled. Her body slimmed and thinned out, sweeping up and over him, encasing him in a black sheen of goo, even his gaping mouth, flowing into every last nook and crevice that there possibly was.

As much as he thrashed, there was no escape, dropping to his knees, clawing at her, his hands useless and soft, fingers gnarled and curved like hooks and yet half-frozen, twitching in place like an after-image of who the chimp once had been. Izze giggled, relishing in her power, sucking the essence from him as she murmured and reshaped it, sending it back as something that better suited her.

Although mildly horrified, Wolf stepped back and allowed it, something roused in his loins, though he would consider that later as the Andrew that he knew disappeared before his very eyes. The change was quick, at least, but that made it all the more of a shock to the chimp's system, his body drained, weaker and weaker, muscles that he'd held as a male slipping away and softening. He would not have any need for them anymore as Izze pressed in closer, letting his flesh bulge against her and then...disappear.

She absorbed his clothing, ignoring it as it left her as a waste product, his shaft and maleness what she sought to steal from him first and foremost. Down and down - he had no need of a cock like that and she carefully absorbed the essence of it, storing it away for where it would very shortly be needed. Wolf did not enjoy those with a male body but the chimp could soon meet that need as she sent back his reshaped energy in the form of a female, fur lightening and a new pair of breasts swelling at her chest. They bulged into the skin of the symbiote's body and she rumbled in delight to be able to influence such a transformation again, delivering the feminine form that, truly, she thought would suit the chimp far better. After all, had he ever done that much as a male? No, so it was fitting that Wolf could give him a fresh start as a female.

The chimp heaved for breath, collapsing to all fours, hips grinding back and rising as her buttocks fleshed out, but it was the slit and folds that formed between her legs where her sack had been, well... There could be no denying her female-form then. Horror rocked her and yet there was something about it that felt softened and light, as if she could float away at a moment's notice. She needed something too, a paw trying to go between her thighs, but she had to collapse one shoulder to the ground, the smooth cool of the floor pressing up to her gladly.

Wolf whistled, though could not help but be ever so slightly intimidated as the symbiote released her prize, taking the form of a female chimp too, though she was curvier and more voluptuous than she had rendered Andrew.

"You can't call him Andrew anymore," she chuckled, tail flicking, curling around his wrist and tugging to bring him closer. "Come here... This is for you."

Perhaps he should not have allowed her to do it, but he kissed her deeply, her lips melding perfectly to his, showing him everything that she had gleaned during "Andrea's" conversion. Yes, that was a better name for her, a much better name, as she whimpered and rolled her hips back into her paw with lust, confused as to what had happened and overcome with a desire that she simply could not put a name to. It was too much for her, Andrea, a world that the chimpanzee could not understand, her fur fading to an even lighter shade, losing near enough all pigment as only the faintest hint of rich brown remained.

Andrea's betrayal... Oh, that would have cut deep if he had not been expecting it, Wolf grunting into the kiss as he let each image flit through his mind. For it was Izze who had absorbed it all, showing how the chimp had sought to betray him, liaising with creatures that he had never even seen before in his drive to take over the galaxy. Still caught up in believing that he was the rightful ruler, he was but a pawn in a grander plan, but that was sometimes something that could only be seen by an outsider, despite everything else going on. He had sought to hand Wolf over and yet things were such that Wolf could not even be angry at that, for it was all as it had been, Andrea grinding back onto her own paw even if she did not understand quite why she was doing that. She would never be the same again and, as it was, she would never again be a threat to the greatest wolf and power in the whole galaxy.

But the main event lay with the symbiote as she allowed the drained maleness from Andrew to flow into Wolf, the male grunting and shuddering as his body responded. Her lips melded to his and she, once again, became part of his body, flowing over him like a second skin, and yet one, in that instance, that still allowed his natural coat and fur colour to show through. Izze lost her pigmentation and yet languished in the delight of delivering Andrew's strength and virility to him, Wolf's cock throbbing and pumping, even growing larger. He grunted thickly and shook his head but it was beyond his control as it grew another couple of inches, pleasantly large but not overly so. It still came with a new sense of weight to it though that threw him off a little, staggering as the symbiote melded seamlessly with him, the feel of his testicles increasing too, swinging softly under their own weight. At some point, Izze had dissolved his clothes off him too but, well...he wasn't thinking of that.

She fed what she had uncovered to him in its entirety and moaned softly in the privacy of their shared mind-bond, relinquishing it all to him even as the wolf advanced, shaky step by step.

Take your prize, she intoned softly, shivering with the anticipation of feeding. This is now how it is to be... And there will be more to fall just like this. There will never again be a reason to fear or to go hungry, both of us benefitting the other.

_ _

Whereas he, of course, agreed with her, he was more concerned with the chimp before him. She had no choice in the matter as she rocked her hips back, a low, heady moan rising from her lips, though the wolf was too close to resist her in turn. In but a heartbeat of a moment, the symbiote urging him on, he was on top of her, cock in paw, pumping the fatter length, though it would still take him some time to get used to that. That was no matter to him, however, as his tongue lolled eagerly from his muzzle, relishing in his newfound power, though one could have well said that he was too a little bit drunk on it. That would only come to light later, however, resting the tip of his tapered shaft at the chimp's folds.

He could have held back but he wanted to see her fall, to crawl for him, to beg for him, only a whimper on Andrea's lips. She wasn't going to beg him to stop and neither had she found herself in any sort of position to ask him to, whimpering and moaning, the only sounds breaking her lips those of pleasure. Whether she wanted him or not was of no concern to him as he slowly pushed into her, inch by inch, letting the new size of his cock overwhelm him even as he stretched her out more and more.

He had to take it slow, even as the symbiote urged him on, yet she was too sensitive for him, her pussy as tight as that of a virgin, though he was not able to consider her truly one, as she had been a male before. It would have been a little too strange, to be fair, on that count, but his head still swam in delirious pleasure as her tight folds gripped him, Izze forming another layer over his shaft, a part of him as she urged him to cum.

Fill her... Then it shall be done, the change rendered permanent. She will be loyal to you and only you until her dying day.

_ _

Wolf shivered. He liked the sound of that. He liked the sound of that very much but he had a tight cunny to fill, gripping her hips tightly and letting out a full-throated moan.

Yes... Yes, that was just what he needed, seeing her quiver before her, still trying to come to grips with everything, need rising, throbbing through. Her pussy gripped his cock as if it never again wanted to let him go but he wasn't going to stop for that. Oh, no, he had to keep thrusting, grinding in, forcing her body to accept him, as slow of a squeeze as it was. It was strange to have a couple more inches of length to work with but something that he would still have to get used to in due course, groaning in the back of his throat even while he lapped at his lips.

"Fuck, yes..."

Sure, it was crude, but it was not as if Andrea was about to stop him, whimpering with her head hanging. Izze fed her sensations back to him, how she wanted him, wanted nothing more than him, bending the knee and bowing to him as if there never had been anyone more to her than the wolf. The wolf was all she could think of and if she had not felt mentally locked in place she would have ground back on his cock for all she was worth, taking him deeper and deeper, crying out his name amid orgasm.

All it would take was one orgasm as he bottomed out in her to make her his forever, the previous Andrew gone, though he was surprised to find, through Izze, that the chimp had lied about being with someone. Maybe he'd been trying to match up to the rest of the team but it had been a lie that, in the end, had been shamefully exposed when she'd been least expecting it. Her gender and sex were not concepts that she could understand, whether being made female made her completely female or if there was something more in there that she needed to be... Oh... Ohhh...

Her thoughts devolved into moans and Izze slipped back from her, feeding off Wolf's sexual energy, the fervour of him forcing him to drive into her, the slap of his hips on her buttocks rising. There was still more to come and yet the lure of orgasm could not be held off as she urged him on, his virility and sexual prowess already heightened. For he had not gained the lust of another to be weaker than he had been before, trembling with devout vitality, ears slipping back as he finally gave way to stronger, body-shaking thrusts that made her moan all the more for him. If she climaxed around his cock, Wolf did not care but Izze did, drinking in her lust as the changes started to seal themselves, closing up the gaps in a way that could never again be reversed.

No... Not with every thrust that Wolf gave. The army that Andrew had wanted to amass would not be any more as Wolf thrust and thrust, balls aching, churning, his need rising. With his howl and the outpouring of his seed would come bliss unlike anything that had ever been his to experience before, panting and heaving, Andrea trembling back against him. She did not even have the strength in her to lift her head, though Wolf did spare a moment to pull back, making her moan for him, begging him incoherently, only able to see his cock and the need she had for it in that moment.

He allowed it, however, sitting back and drawing her into his lap, though he chose not to look at her face just yet, even if it had been rendered more feminine. The chimp climaxed again as his cock sank back into her, Izze trembling with fervent need, her strength growing, drinking it all down, yet Wolf was not privy to that as he forced Andrea to ride and to ride him as if her life had narrowed down entirely to him. He did not, as yet, understand just how true that was, a groan rising from the back of his throat as, finally, he let loose and seeded her full, sending spurt after spurt of virile cum into her.

Wolf moaned out loud, breathless in the moment, Izze trembling, sucking it all down, though she allowed more than enough seed to flow into the chimp to ensure that she would not leave their liaison without being impregnated. It was a matter of course, undoubtedly, from bareback fucking and something that she would have to become used to if she was to be loyal to Wolf. Breeding was all par for the course for a symbiote, expecting the lust and passion of it to feed and lift her up all the more.

Yet the chimp was a broken shadow, simpering and whimpering, of who she had once been, the wolf that she had loathed now all that she craved. Even her mind was gone, dimly aware of her past and yet not seeing it as anything all that important anymore. It was there, yes, but it was not of any consequence to her, wanting only to do what Wolf wanted her to do, his paws on her tits, massaging and groping roughly. Milk leaked from her nipples and Izze laughed to feel Wolf's pleasure.

Yes... I thought you would like that touch.

_ _

He snapped his fingers, a smirk on his lips.

"Upside-down now. Time to show how athletic you are, Andrea."

The chimp giggled and obeyed, quickly even then, her tits dribbling milk as she flipped into a handstand, which just so happened to put her in prime position to suck his cock. His shaft pushed into her mouth easily and she moaned around him like a whore as Wolf pumped his hips, thrusting and grinding, driving it into the back of her throat without any care for her comfort. That didn't matter anymore.

Izze slunk down close to his skin, revelling in the pleasure too as Wolf's muzzle dipped between the chimp's legs, tonguing her pussy, tasting her essence. His seed had been sunk too deep to taste and what was left, of course, had been devoured by the symbiote, leaving nothing unpleasant at all on his tongue. On the contrary, the tartness of her arousal had him growling and grunting for more, hips working, spreading the chimp's legs lewdly, even in such a position, demonstrating just how flexible Andrea was, all that she could do to him.

Her tongue swirled around his cock, though it was not long enough to give him truly divine pleasures, the chimp's cheeks hollowing as she sucked him wantonly. Wolf knew with a surge of raunchy delight that he was all that she wanted, all that she would ever want again, Izze whispering to him how much her loyalty would be locked onto him forevermore.

No more betrayal... Just a whore for your use.

_ _

And there was nothing wrong with that either.

Wolf growled as he spent a load down the chimp's throat, ignoring her climax, even though it was there too, in testament to his sexual prowess. His thick girth ached for more as he turned his head from side to side, lapping up her juices luxuriously from his muzzle, though it was Izze who took more pleasure from that than him. It was all well and good for the two of them, however, a moan on his lips as the chimp simply did not release his cock from her mouth, sucking down his length as if she could not bear to let it go.

He wanted more, however, ordering her down onto all fours again imperiously. The chimp's back flip was impressive but he didn't need to take a moment longer than that to mount her again, his thicker length guiding him as Izze urged him on. The symbiote needed it, craved it, desiring it all, her lust guiding her as she followed the paths of her kind, what had made her such a formidable entity so very long ago. Her strength billowed as the chimp presented herself in the best position for her, hips grinding, breasts swinging, dripping milk wherever they went.

All of the ones they turned would look like that. Izze shivered. She liked it too.

Yes, take her... Feed...

_ _

The chimp was surely already impregnated and he lusted for more, taking a forbidden hole as the tightness of her backdoor entrance begged him on. There was no gentleness in the thrust of his hips as speared her tail hole open but her body was designed for such rough treatment, the chimp taking it all with a moan, rolling her hips back at him with every thrust.

"Yes..." She breathed, breath ragged and trapped in her throat, chest heaving with a trickle of milk. "Take me... Oh, fuck meee!"

Andrea climaxed even from his cock in her tail hole and she needed more, groaning deep in the back of her throat, her tail lifted for him, everything on show. The tightness of her closed around him and Izze too as she flowed down his shaft, allowing her skin to thicken his member even more, while still translating each and every throb of delight right down to his aching length. No impression was muted as he panted heavily, lusting, tongue lolling out as he thrust and thrust, not wanting to stop even as he took everything that was his due and so much more too.

Her tight hole begged him, flexing and milking his hard cock of all that he had to give. He could not resist but climax again so quickly with Izze moaning along with him, the two of them one and the same, wrapped up in one another with a raw twang of need. The chimp could not keep up, however, whimpering, head dropping again, losing strength and stamina quickly.

Wolf laughed. Well...Andrew had never been all that energetic, had he? Andrea would be no different.

_ _

Whereas Wolf could have gone another round, the brain-dead slut of a chimp was left a blubbering, whimpering mess on her bed, needing to rest while his power and virility carried him forth, driving him on. He had to leave her on the bed, although her legs were spread as if she was readying herself to more, though the true depths of her loyalty would only be exposed in the light of day and days to come.

Wolf had other things to do.

Spending a moment to put his night trousers back on, he left himself bare-chested with Izze slunk up to him, a second skin that he could take with him wherever he went. What he did not know was that there was more afoot on the ship that night than merely Andrew's deception, though he no longer had anything to fear from the chimp, smirking as his cock hardened all over again in his pants for her as Andrea.

"You said she'll last like that?" He said out loud, addressing Izze. "How long?"

Izze shivered pleasantly around him, hungry and not yet satisfied.

Forever. Enjoy her. I know I will.

_ _

His ears flicked but it was not the symbiote that he was listening to, the faintest rustle of cloth catching his attention. That wasn't him. Being in prison had left his senses sharpened to catch sounds even through the thick walls of his cell, yet he had never expected such an ability to be required to come into play on his very own ship of all places.

Izze tightened around him too, drawing his muscles up short, though he did not think it was prudent to stop even his light steps at that point. That only made it more obvious to whoever was lying in wait that they knew something was up, that the very gig was up itself. Izze, however, did not see stealth in the same manner and forced him to still, sinking into his moans, his flesh and fur and the very essence of his being becoming one with her once again.

You're being ambushed.

_ _

He stiffened, the sense of his teeth sharp against the lines of his tongue.

By who?

_ _

But he thought he already knew even as she sent him an image of a chameleon garbed in green, readying a laser rifle. It was a weapon of surprise and not designed for any manner of up-close combat, though he had more than one trick up his sleeve to deal with a clear betrayer. And that in itself did not require deployment from a distance...

Wolf smirked. If there was one thing that no one, not even he, would have been expecting, it was Izze.

She separated from him, though he had felt her presence for so long that she was tied to him irrevocably already, a little of her thoughts remaining with him even then. He chanced it as she worked her way around the ship the long way, because there was always another way to get somewhere in the ship. It meant that he exposed himself for longer than he was strictly comfortable with but, well, sometimes those little sacrifices were just things that had to be made from time to time.

"Hello there."

Wolf was leaning against the wall, pretending to scramble for a cigarette, as Izze made her move, matching the lizard in the form of a slenderer, obviously female lizard with a chest that felt overly large for her svelte form. Leon stuttered, the tip of his gun tipping down, and that was it for him as she giggled and pressed up to him, arms slinking around his neck even as he tried to extricate himself without hurting her. Little things like that, well... It was safe to say that they had always been his downfall, Leon always the first off the ship into a whore-house, as much as he had professed to otherwise be settled down and comfortable to the rest of them in current times.

"I... Well... Uh... Who are you?"

Izze's tongue flickered out of her mouth, kissing his cheek, yet that moment was not one that the chameleon could appreciate as a snarling mass of wolf struck, whipping around the corner with his lips curled back darkly from the white flash of his teeth. Leon spat a curse but it was too late for him with the tightness of Izze somehow bearing him down, the symbiote laughing wickedly in his face, delighting in his fall even then. There should have been no true maliciousness in her but it was hard not to allow personality traits to slip into her from her host, the relationship between her and the wolf deepening with each thing they did together.

Dominating and breaking Leon would be just another jewel in their crown, taking down a betrayer for the betterment of Wolf's ambition and, truly, those around them too.

Wolf, however, was not so keen on letting the chameleon go so easily, a growl unlike any other ripping itself from his throat.

"Why?" He snarled, baring his teeth and snapping too close to Leon's face. "Why betray me - now? After this rescue?"

Laughing, Leon tried to twist free but Izze had already wrapped herself around him, sinking into his skin, draining the essence from him that made the lizard both who he was and a male in himself. The chameleon didn't have a chance to fudge any kind of explanation, not that that would have stopped them, and howled out in anguish, his body stilling, fingers twitching, muscles bulging with the bodily urge to fight back. Yet it was even that right that was stripped from him as he panted harshly, clothes dissolving, Izze becoming one with his body, slipping her invisible claws into him, the shape of her melting. It would have been horrific to see her disappear if Leon had not been more caught up in his body changing, the symbiote going to work more quickly on him now that she had taken one of them once already.

Wolf, after all, would not touch a male, whereas she was not so fussy in that regard. Pleasure and the taking of feeding was all the same to her, regardless of the partner or kind of creature one was with, though it was still something that she had to take into consideration with regards to her host. She took on his preferences as her own, more and more, and licked her lips lusciously, changing the lizard's genitalia first, hastening to suck that flesh back into his own body.

Leon tried to twist, hips rocking, striving to get away - but she had him held too fast in her grip for such an act. He could fight and writhe as much as he liked but he was never going to change the course of his body shifting from that of a "he" to a "she", the new, female lizard whimpering more breathily as Izze, wickedly, even softened her vocal cords. She didn't need to speak in such a harsh tone, though she still held a hint of a high-pitched whine to her voice, panting, her tongue flickering out as if trying to catch something. Her skin changed to a blue-green as she shifted, breasts growing, her waist narrowing and hips widening, though remaining lithe and fit, a slender creature with a desire that could not be contained.

Even then, she felt it, Leona, as Izze whispered her new name to her, twisting her tail back and forth, skin crawling with undesirable heat. Whatever it was that was wrong with her was not something that she could contain, whimpering and whining, begging for something without even being able to twist her tongue into the words that so desperately wanted to be unleashed from her lips.

Wolf loomed, Izze separating, flowing seamlessly from the body of Leona to Wolf, taking her rightful place in melding with his form. With her, he was stronger, opening and closing one paw to and from a fist as if he thought that it would be needed in some way, panting lightly, his chest rising and falling sharply. The lizard sprawled out before him and, even though her transformation was not yet settled over her like shifting into a true new skin, it soon would be.

Wolf's smirk deepened. Soon, very soon...she would only ever again be loyal to him.

"You have a job to do..."

Pushing herself up on her forearms, trembling all the while, Leona grunted softly in the back of her throat.

"Oh... Oh... No... No... I could...never..."

Yet saying "no" simply was no longer something in her vocabulary was Wolf towered, dominating her with a casual flick of his glance alone. He could have dismissed her as if she was nothing at all to him and, still grappling with the changes in her body, Leona found herself scrambling closer, clinging to his leg, pressing her cheek into the softness of his fur.

"No..." She breathed, breath tightening in her throat as if it sought to lock something away. "Please... No... Yes... Please..."

There was no way for her to get out the words that she needed as Wolf's hard cock, drooling more pre-cum than ever before, slipped up against her cheek in a far more intimate kiss than she could have before expected. Yet Leona knew what to do, even then parting her lips obediently to take his hot length into her mouth.

"Unnff..."

Wolf growled, letting his ears fold sensually back in need, though the lizard's mouth was there for him to take everything that he could have ever wanted from and so much more. All it took was a rock of his hips to spear his cock right up into the back of her throat, hacking and gagging, convulsing on her gag reflex. She needed it all the more and Wolf could feel it too, Izze wrapped around his cock to help him along, though she could allow the chameleon's mouth to do every last bit of the milking for her.

The chameleon's tongue twisted around him luxuriously and he was struck by the sensation that it was so much different to Andrea's. So long, it took over for a mouth and a throat all by itself, wrapping sensually around his cock and milking him, coaxing his seed forth even as Wolf' breath caught, wanting to hold off for even sweeter pleasures. Such times were his to take and claim and Izze was there for every step of the way, every beat of his heart that forced blood around his body, need rising more and more with every second that passed.

Izze shivered with pleasure, layering herself even further down his cock, though she could play with how she allowed sensations through, feeding on Wolf's cum as much as she did the raw lust of the chameleon. All that Leona had to give flowed through her tongue, lapping and twining, twisting around him, drawing him deeper, the two of them deeper. Izze grunted softly, trembling, wondering what it could be like for her to have a shaft too if only so that she could take the chameleon too, revelling in sexual ecstasy as it fed her growing strength, drop by drop.

But she needed more...always so much more.

Do it... Fill her... Make her yours!

_ _

Izze's delight coursed through the wolf as his own, thrusting and humping, treating her more roughly than he even had the chimp. They were no longer his crew and only betrayers, those that had sought to usurp him, and they had well and truly had the tables turned on him as he buried his cock in the hot wetness of her mouth. His pre-cum that slickened the way for him, allowing him to push past even the twining luxury of her tongue into her throat. Her muzzle was too short, unlike the many shapes that Izze had tried out on him so far, to take every last inch of his cock, need driving him on.

Rampantly thrusting, he didn't feel as if he could have stopped if he wanted to, though Izze was there to allow him more energy, letting him feed off her in turn. For what she fed on was not sustenance solely kept for herself when that would have been greedy - oh no. No, she could very much share and Wolf thrummed with vibrancy above and around her, their bodies one and the same, the symbiote moaning mentally right along with him, for she didn't have any lips to cry out with in the heat of the moment.

Not at that time... But maybe next time, yes. Yes, she would have to remember that desire, how good it felt to whimper and whine, to spend her lust more vocally. Yet she was treated to every sensation in delicious, intimate detail as the chameleon's throat pulsed around her, encouraging and urging her on, even feeling Wolf's cock twitch too. She drank down some of his pre-cum, though it was in the delight of release that the true feeding would come, his hips pumping and working, every fibre of his being as eager as she was to spill a load of hot cum down the lizard's throat.

It had to come, bit by bit, the symbiote slowing, more sluggish than ever, drunk on pleasure. It bounced back and forth between her host's body and the transformed lizard, yet Leona was already so far gone that Izze doubted that she would have even have had the strength to change back if the ability itself was granted to her. Maybe she had always been meant to be a female but there was something in the sway of those light hips, how her tail rounded around to tickle the soft folds of her new pussy, obviously swollen with need, that drove the symbiote into as lustful a breeding frenzy as Wolf.

There was one more thing that she could do for the wolf whose body she shared, however, as he climaxed with a ragged howl, head thrown back and Leona's lips drawn down over his cock all the way to his crotch. No, he was not about to let a drop of cum escape as she sucked it all down, Izze taking what she needed, knowing that there was even more coming all over again as the lizard's form centred on female. Still, she had more than enough energy to share as she sent out fingers of power into the lizard's body, making her chest swell, though not with pure size this time but with milk too, nipples perking up and firming as they readily dripped.

There...

_ _

Wolf groaned, head swimming from his high, yet he was more than with himself as he drew back, Izze allowing his cock to spend the last few spurts of orgasm over the chameleon's muzzle, painting her with a dose of his slick cum. It flowed forth and he chuckled deep in the back of his throat, barely even recognising Leon in Leona, the lizard having changed beyond all recognition. The lizard's thoughts, of course, had passed to him too as Izze took it all from him, showing him images of a bounty - the largest in the entire galaxy. That Leona had been swayed by it was no surprise at all and, truth be told, he wouldn't have even spotted the lizard in his camouflage if not for Izze jolting him out of it. It was all down to the symbiote, however, that he was able to step up into the role that he was truly supposed to take on for himself.

He would forever be grateful to her for that, but there were far more lustful pleasures to take as he thrust the lizard to the ground right there in the hallway, not caring for who might catch them. Panther was surely still aboard the ship and Pigma had to be returning soon and yet that would not be enough for him as he suckled on the lizard's breasts, something that, naturally, she would never have been able to do as a lizard. Her milk flowed forth thickly, almost like cream, and he lapped it all up like a feline rather than a wolf, though any thought of Panther was hardly in his mind at that time.

No... Oh no. He didn't have to think of things like that when he had such a sweet drink to take, luxuriously swirling his tongue around her nipple, suckling it even deeper between his lips. His cock needed a moment to rest, not to mention his aching nuts, but he was barely thinking about that as he groped and squeezed her other breast with a single paw. It was more than what a single paw could contain, of course, and yet he tried still, taking his pleasure with heady, greedy slurps, lashing and lapping at her nipple with his tongue as if there was nothing else in the world for him.

Izze murmured, slipping around him, idly helping him to harden up again, dizzy and heavy-headed with lust. Pleasure tingled through her in a manner that could not be controlled and neither did she think that she had to, never having had that requirement placed upon her as a symbiote. Of course, those that had locked her up had tried to brand her with some manner of control but that had not even worked, proving that she was such a creature that did not require it.

Thus, the symbiote purred lightly, taking on a softer persona, urging him on, feeling quite as if she was the one suckling on first one of the lizard's nipples and then the other. She thought that it was her tongue curling around and around, although that was merely one of the delights of being a symbiote in a symbiotic relationship, her pleasure feeding back to Wolf as his was fed back to her.

Yet she did not gulp down sweet swathes of milk like him but the lust of the moment, the drops of moisture softening her throat, allowing her to take even more for herself, need curling through like a hot thread of desire. She worked and worked, milking the body that was there for her to claim, now that she was changed, though Izze idly considered too taking on a male form just to join Wolf in the fun-making. It was not something, after all, that could be considered love-making.

"Ohhh... Please... Please... Take...me..."

Leona shivered and he could not help but lift his muzzle lustfully from her tits as his lips gleamed with a faint sheen of milk, lusting for more. He laid back that time, drawing her over him, curious as to how far the chameleon had fallen, but Leona had no such thoughts of betrayal in her mind anymore. All she could do was tip her head back, tongue slipping out with a sticky taint, clinging to the side of her muzzle, moaning as she sank onto his cock as if she had done it many times before. His rigid rod sank how and he grunted as Izze moved over him, offering him the strange sensation that his skin was pulsing and rippling, though that was something too that he would have to get used to in time.

He pushed into her, pressing his hind paws into the cold, hard floor, not caring for comfort at the peak of delight that was to come. His cock was still so sensitive, so very sensitive, Izze transferring every sensation back to him through his member, ensuring that she did not act as a condom even while coating his cock. It helped make him a little thicker still as she released what had been taken from the lizard all over again into him, guiding his cock to plump up again, thickening, lengthening, though the extent of which would only be seen later. Her pussy took him as if she had been doing it for years, closing around the wolf's cock, rippling and pulsing, pulling down the length as if she was trying to milk his nuts as she had milked his tits.

However, as much as she tried to rock her hips for him, Leona could not match up to the might and power, the breeding prowess of the wolf whom she had sought to sell out for his bounty. No... No, it was much better just to work her hips, tighten her glutes, let him grasp her wrists and hold her down, fucking her with raw, ragged thrusts. Each thrust too easily crammed up to her innermost barrier, though there was something there softening it, easing it, so that it did not feel too uncomfortable for her, his cock remaining at least partly outside her pussy as he worked it deeper and deeper.

Izze relished in the low growl that ripped from the wolf's muzzle, so powerful in his dominance, coming into his true sense of self with her now that she had opened up the doors for him. Moaning right along with him, she groaned and came in closer, up front and personal with the action, panting heavily, the lizard's breasts still trickling milk. There was simply too much in there for her to stop lactating for any length of time, leaving a milky trail down her breasts and chest. Izze's trembling urged Wolf into frenzied motion, licking his lips, grinding in, desperate for yet another high as the delight of it all pressed urgently in on him.

He had not knotted with Andrea but he thought that he had enough time with Leona to take his time, not squeezing his knot in one paw to allow his seed to flow forth. Of course, Izze could do that for him, so very easily manipulating his body in the most lustful of ways, though he could never have found anything in it that he would not have enjoyed. No... No, she urged him on, her mind melding with his to the point that he no longer knew where he stopped and the symbiote began, relishing and roaring in their power, slamming into her over and over again.

Not as rough with her as he could be, he dragged her back down onto his cock as he slammed in, his half-engorged knot spreading her pussy for the first time. Although Leona cried out and climaxed all over again, he was there to take all he wanted from her, squeezing her breasts with a raw kind of delight just to see the flow of her milk squirt forth as if it was a struggle for her body to even control that part of her.

He knotted her full, swelling inside her, locking them together while he climaxed with a howl, surely alerting the last ones on the ship that there was something untoward going on. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to care, panting harshly, licking his lips, squeezing her tits for even more delightful spurts of milk than ever.

He didn't care for the lizard's climax as his fat knot kept them tied together for two more orgasms, flooding her with his seed and even lightly bloating out her lower abdomen, womb taking on more than it could handle. Yet there was only so much that her womb could take before being forced to expand, leaving her body with the physical impression that she was a little way along in a pregnancy. Maybe one was even coming to her with Wolf's bare cock tied inside her, the thickness of his knot making her rock her hips and arch her back, need rising through.

There were others, however, that were still to come, and he lusted for them too, his mind warped by Izze's influence even if he did not yet understand it. For power was now twisted up in sexual greed and fervour and he had to find some way to understand that without losing his sense of self too, losing even as he gained in his relationship with Izze.

When his knot finally deflated, his muzzle was painted white with the lizard's milk, her breasts hardly dry as she kept on lactating, more and more. He left her splayed out on the floor, feeling even less kindly towards her than he did to Andrea the chimp, though she would recover in time, Izze assured him, and return to her quarters. Even if Pigma had not returned, Wolf's sights were set on the rest of the crew, his mind swimming, shifting, the weight of his body feeling more solid than ever, sinking down into the ground as if he was melding with it. Just like Izze.

Panther... Oh, he was a more difficult customer altogether and one that, perhaps, he should not have been so hasty to transform him, though he didn't need to send Izze in ahead that time. The feline was soft enough in his "old age" (he wasn't that old, to be fair to him) that he had slipped up one too many times and, well, it was not as if he was particularly useful to the team. Loyalty only got someone so far and he needed to infuse the panther with more skill than came naturally to him, something that Izze would easily be able to help with.

"Wolf? Is something wrong?"

Panther cursed and leapt out of bed as if he thought that raiders from another clan had boarded the ship, lunging for his gear even as Wolf put a staying and steadying paw on his shoulder. His lips parted and then Izze was there, taking the form of a black lioness as she pressed in close, arms around his waist, paws slipping down as her whiskers tickled the back of his neck.

Maybe he could have fought back but she was already draining everything he had, Wolf's paw dropping to his cock, the symbiote physically separated from him, for the moment. Before Wolf's very eyes, he was treated to Panther's muzzle slimming down, softening into a more feminine outline, whiskers white and striking against his dark muzzle. Well, hers, because he could no longer see her as a male and a fellow comrade, only due to the shift in her.

His lips crushed to hers, dominantly pulling the panther into his arms, though Izze giggled and murmured, letting Panther's clothes dissolve, revealing a bare but shifting body, that they may not need to change her name. A nickname, however, may help show her where her new place in life was as a loyal female and servant of Wolf O'Donnell.

There was little to no resistance from the Panther, though Wolf did not have time to be surprised as the panther's cock and balls smoothed out, tucking back up into the flesh and folds of a pussy, losing all sense of masculinity in her widening hips. Her hips and buttocks were wider than either of the others that had been transformed as Izze delighted in playing with her body, giving her a pair of what had to be DD-cup breasts as Wolf French-kissed her with due passion. Their tongues tangled and Izze shivered as her need to feed swelled, the grand finale of yet another mating coming to a head and a close in the very best of ways.

Panther shuddered and mewled plaintively but it was as if she realised that there was nothing she could do to fight him off as he bent her over her bed, placing her paws on it, though she would have to brace to take him. Wolf rubbed his cock between her legs, the greater thickness and length allowing her to think, if only for a moment, that she had a shaft again. Yet that would never again be something she could claim for herself as Wolf speared into her, softly and strictly stretching her tail hole open, demanding that it relax for him.

The panther let out a low, guttural moan that did not befit a female (Izze would have to do a little more work on her vocal cords, or so it seemed) as she was anally bred for the first time. It seemed that her, currently virgin, pussy was not due attention at that time, her body coursing through with need, a heated desire that she could not understand. Yet that was not for her to know as Izze joined them, the black lioness dropping to her knees before them in the space between the panther's legs and the bed, her muzzle and tongue eagerly finding the panther's clit and lashing it furiously.

There was no softening or sweetening or allowing the panther's body to adjust to the onslaught of sensations, driving her into a climax that hardly felt pleasurable in the heat of the moment, aching and pulsing, rolling her hips back. Her body had to respond though as she was fucked from one end and panting from the other, lips curled back from her teeth as she snarled, though there was no dominance in it anymore. It was hard to be dominant when every fibre of her being was overcome with wanting to be fucked, to be taken, to do everything she could ever have wanted to for Wolf.

Izze moaned into her pussy, driving two fingers deep into her dripping hole, though any climax that the panther gave her was swiftly devoured by the symbiote, her powers growing. For with every creature that she changed, she grew in her own kind of might, though it was not one derived from muscular and brawn. No, it was something that would allow her to do more, see more, be more, take over the entire galaxy with Wolf at her side, fused with her, the two for them working together in glorious tandem so that she never again went hungry for a single day of her eternity.

Her muzzle dripped with the panther's juices and Wolf groaned, gripping the panther's breasts, nipples tipped with a hint of milk: a pleasure to be taken later. The tightness around his cock from her backdoor entrance was exquisite, something that he had not had the luxury of for too long, even though it was something too that he wanted for himself. With a new harem of ladies that he could fuck and breed whenever he wanted, however, it was not as if that manner of denial was ever again going to be a problem for him.

Harder. Izze urged him on, nipping softly at the panther's folds, allowing her need to tingle through. She moaned against the panther's pussy, fingers driving deep, but Panther had reduced to the mere notion of a toy between the two of them, something to be passed around, merely to serve both of their needs. If needed, Izze could shift to the form of a male too to take them whenever Wolf was not up for it, but that did not seem as if it was ever going to be a problem, as far as she was concerned.

He threw the weight of his body into his thrusts as the panther's hole softened around him, relaxing and taking the full thickness of his shaft, all that he needed to feel a part of her, to take her as his heart desired. There was no love in it for Wolf, only lust and a craving for power, need driving him on, the slap of his hips on her buttocks emanating through the bedroom. Izze slurped and egged him on, tail lifting and curling back and forth, yet it was not her holes destined to be filled that night as she got every last one of her desires filled and more.

Yet Wolf's orgasm was coming as he knotted the panther's anal ring, swelling inside, the pressure growing and growing until she could not help but scream out in a shriek of climax under the feline's tongue too. He rocked and bore her forward, pushing over her back to force her to support his weight, knowing that Izze would be able to wriggle herself out of the way too if need be. She drank it all down and, if she had been conventionally filled, would have found herself fat on how much she had fed, taking her fair share of the sexual fluids even as they poured forth, slipping around Wolf and melding with his body, sucking it all down.

He had to stay there until he softened but he had another load for Panther still as she cried out softly, whimpering, begging him, though her words were more coherent than the others so far. There was a need in her that could not be filled through one or two breeding sessions, of course, but he did not have all the time that he wanted for her as someone else returned to the ship. Izze hastily sent her to sleep with a dose of her power and yet the time was ripe to bring Pigma into the fold too.

His shaft had changed, however, when he withdrew in a stream of dripping cum from the panther's tail hole, noticing for the first time that there were tiny, soft barbs present there.

A feature from the stolen maleness of Panther, Izze informed him, savouring her words as if the taste of them gave her some manner of delight too. There will be more from the others too, but you will have to uncover that for yourself.

_ _

He could feel it a little, his blood running a touch colder so that the mere act of warming up felt good to him: that had to have come from Leona, the chameleon. He shivered. Maybe it was something that he could take on more and more, turn on and off as he pleased, with more mating sessions, but that would swiftly become obvious in time.

Pigma grunted and shook his head as he locked up the ship, setting the security systems, though he could not have expected Wolf to be there. The wolf smirked as he blocked his way and Pigma, if it was even possible for him to appear such a way, drained of all colour in his piggy face and ears. Izze's power had grown so strong that she did not even have to be up close to the pig to drain him of his maleness, sucking away his cock and nuts before his knees had even hit the ground, close to the outside doors and airlock and not caring one bit. There was nothing else to be done as his clothes and armour fell away, as if it was going to do her any good as her lips became plumper, thicker, everything about her round and more feminine. Her fatness twisted into curves and her hips widened, a purely voluptuous figure balancing out into an hourglass shape, her tits huge and heaving. They hung down under their own weight as her buttocks rounded out into a thickly fat backside, her tiny, piggy tail twisting back and forth in a light curl above it, though nothing could detract attention from her thickly feminine figure.

Wolf forced her to ride him, though there was little force about it as she faced away, sinking onto and bouncing on his cock as if she had been doing it her whole life. Izze laughed at her eagerness, teasing her that there was no way that she could not have been such a whore when she acted like that.

"Pig-maid," the still-feline told her, licking her lips salaciously. "You do not need a name unless your captain gives you one. There's nothing else for you but him. Give in. Give him your loyalty."

Yet not even Izze knew and understood just how deeply her control had grow, her power thrumming up eagerly to the tips of her fingers as she made the pig's hips larger and her breasts heavier, though it was the buttocks of the creature that were the main feature and event. They could not be denied and she bounced on Wolf's cock with her rear facing him so that he had the best view of his cock disappearing into her plump, soaked pussy again and again. Izze kissed her, showing her what Wolf liked the best with her tongue, primping and tugging at Pigma's breasts, her body still very much malleable in the throes of sweet transformation, changing her into her pride creation, just as Wolf needed her to be.

The wolf's tongue lolled from his muzzle, dragging her down on his cock again and again as if she could not bear to not have his shaft inside her, his knot inflating already, grinding against her soft, fleshy lips. He wanted to push inside her and yet his fat knot was already so engorged that that in itself would be a test indeed for him, panting heavily, though not caring for any sense of decorum anymore. Pigma was the very last member to be converted, the pig more glorious than she could have ever have been as a male, though she was thicker around the waist too than others. That could not be helped, not as he finally snarled and slammed his thick knot into her, her squeals heralding her orgasms even though he had been considerably rough with her.

The wolf howled. Maybe she liked that. Maybe there was even more to explore with that than he'd realised.

With Izze's assistance, he managed to get the pig onto all fours, treating her as nothing more than a whore to be fucked and bred, slamming into her with short, sharp thrusts, his knot tugging at her every time. He didn't want to pull out all the way but Izze's influence helped him along, the symbiote finally crouching over Pigma's back to press her heavy, dripping tits to his lips, letting him suckle her milk from her as it spilt forth. It made more of a mess as it poured out but the contact allowed her to show him images of Pigma's deception, what he was truly working on even though, if anything, Wolf could not have said that he was at all surprised that it had been the pig who had, in a small way, worked against him. He'd always suspected Pigma of more open wrongdoings when it came to the loyalty of the team and that was no different.

But to have her there as Izze filled his muzzle with milk, their bond strengthening, his cock growing again, taking all that Pigma had given up so very easily, he knew that he was right where he needed to be. He slammed into her, her buttocks jiggling, filling his vision when he broke from Izze's breasts for breath, though there would be plenty more time to enjoy the symbiote, his sexual lust and fervour hardly tamed at all by all that had been undertaken. No, he was there to enjoy the moment, the heady passion of it all, his crew under his complete control with Izze, as always, enmeshed with him.

He was sorry to feel her breasts leave his muzzle but it heralded a change, his knot softening as he rested, though even that took some time. For the crème de la crème of it all, he sat back against the wall with his knees bent up to allow the pig some manner of balance, his cock presenting itself to her tail hole. He was slow enough for her as he forced her down onto his cock, losing track of her orgasms, her squeals and cries filling the hallway. And there was nothing more to it than that as he sodomised her, plunging into her soft tail hole, which offered him hardly any resistance, the slickness from her arousal and his seed slickening the way.

Izze was there too for him, grinding back onto his muzzle, offering him a taste of her juices, tail flicking up over his head as she matched him for his form, a she-wolf drooling with arousal. He yearned still to plunge into her but there was one final transformation to conclude even as his seed filled her tail hole, drooling messily from her pussy already in a slick cream-pie. Pigma howled and grunted and all he could do was give her everything she could get from him and more, filling her thickly, deluge after deluge pouring forth. There was no end to it as one orgasm coursed blissfully into the next, Izze's juices wetting his muzzle as, dimly, he wondered what the others in the ship were doing.

Maybe sleeping. He smirked into her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit and plunging it eagerly into her dark, hot passage, tasting deeply of her honey-sweet essence. Maybe everything had come out for the best, after all, and one thing was very much for certain in that his crew would never be the same again.

They'll be stronger for it.

_ _

Wolf tensed, balls churning through yet another orgasm. Izze fed him more power, his cock aching, throbbing, deliciously yearning for more even as he knotted the pig's anal ring, stretching it wide and allowing it to close behind his knot.

We'll be stronger.

_ _

The symbiote giggled, sharing her joy in it with him.

For there was no delight better for a symbiotic relationship than seeing just what they could do together.

And there was so very much left ahead of them.