FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Faster! Doesn't this thing go any faster?"

After receiving that distress message from their medic, Nia was not letting them waste time. The lioness gripped the mouse's shoulder, urging their driver and mechanic along as they sped across the frozen empty space between the main base and the communications tower. Conrad tried to resist her, but he couldn't do much against the strength of the tall, intense researcher. She gave him a shake and he turned his head to chastise, as best he meekly could.

"I can't ... I can't take that risk. We could have a breakdown, and then we wouldn't be going anywhere ..."

"If we get there and anything happened to her ..."

Nia didn't finish, but the threat was implied well enough. Why she was so concerned about the medic in particular wasn't completely clear, but he could assume. Conrad nibbled his lip nervously and pressed the throttle a little harder, making the chunky vehicle pick up speed, and producing a disconcerting rattling sound. The rover groaned its way to the base, but Nia never let go of Conrad's shoulder. Jaine and Bailey sat in the back, silent for their own reasons. Bailey didn't dare trying to protest, even if it meant knowing they might end up stranded in the cold, and Jaine was simply preparing herself, knowing that the situation at the base was going to test the full extent of her training. Her muscles and weapons alone weren't going to be enough.

When they parked in the garage, something sparked and then it smoked. Conrad flinched when he heard it, jumping out to throw open the hood and inspect the engine. By the look on his face, it wasn't good. They weren't going anywhere for a while. He reached in to start tinkering, but Jaine pulled him away, urging him along to join the group. There was no sense splitting up until they knew what was going on. The security jackal tapped on some of the room-to-room speakers, but all she got was static. Communications were supposed to be fixed, and yet she was getting nothing. The only way for them to find out what had happened, or what was happening was to go inside.

Everything was quiet when they entered. There were no alarms, no emergency alerts. The lights were all on. The front doors opened just fine once they scanned their IDs, smoothly sliding to one side without so much as a sound. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but for the persistent, ominous silence. It echoed somehow. Jaine stepped in front of the rest of the group, removing a stunstick from her belt and turning it on. If she wanted a real weapon, they were going to have to make it to the armoury, but first she needed to assess the situation. Gesturing for the others to follow, they made their way down the hallway, their footsteps clanking along. In time, the usual whirring of machines was a welcome relief from the deafening nothingness they heard. Dozens of high-powered computers were still noisily chugging away on their calculations, even with no one to man them. Jaine led them through the labyrinth that was the base until they arrived at the security room together. That was where they found it.

Painted wall to wall was that strange, inky substance. They stood in confused horror at the scene for a time, listening to the slow drip drip coming from the ceiling. There wasn't any sign of Murk there. Just that strange mess, as if a thousand pens had exploded at once. Jaine was just about to step into the room so she could unlock the armoury, but Nia abruptly stopped her, grabbing her by both shoulders. She might not have been as strong as the canine, but her urgency halted Jaine on the spot.

"No, don't be stupid! We don't know what that is! Didn't you hear on the radio? We're dealing with some sort of biohazard, and you want to just go rub it all over you?"

Jaine just shrugged.

"If we're dealing with something hostile ..."

"Then we'll be in much worse shape if you contract some sort of alien virus," Nia finished for her.

The jackaless was right about to say a word or two about who had authority in an emergency situation, but instead, they were interrupted by a sudden crashing sound. That turned all their heads, and sent Conrad leaping away, bumping into Bailey in the process. The horse nickered in surprise, and it became a confused mess until Jaine held her hands up then took off in pursuit of the sound. That led them to one of the storage rooms. They were moving as quietly as they could, though Bailey's big clonking hooves weren't exactly helping that matter. Whatever was on the other side knew they were there. All was tense and grim until the sound of Nicki's voice perked Nia right up.

"Um ... hello? Is that you guys out there? Nia? And the others?"

"Yes, it's us, we're here!" Nia exclaimed, pushing in front of Jaine. "Are you okay? Is everyone okay?"

"I'm okay. I don't know about everyone else. I -" She hesitated. "Have you been together this whole time? All of you?"

"I ... think so, yes," came Nia's confused reply.

"Nobody wandered off to 'check' anything?"

"No, we got here together and we've been searching together since."

"Okay. I'm gonna open the door."

There was the sound of rustling and then some crashing as a shelf toppled over while Nicki struggled to move it out of the way. She made enough noise that the whole base had to have heard it, but in time, she opened up the door to reveal her ordinary spotty self, unharmed and whole. Nia wasn't bothering to hide it anymore. Their relationship might have been an open secret already, but she made it that much more obvious when she immediately swept that nurse off her feet and into a big, feline hug. A comforting rumble assured Nicki everything was going to be okay, even if things were already very much not okay. And even more comforting than that was the smooch they shared, right in front of everyone, going from light peck on the lips to deep, messy smooch all in a matter of moments, from relief, to affection, to blatant lust for all to see.

Jaine loudly cleared her throat, and that broke them from it. Nia wore a silly grin they'd never seen on her face before while Nicki turned to them.

"Okay. You probably want some sort of explanation. I don't ... I don't know how much use I'll be. But I saw it."

Though seconds ago she'd been eagerly smooching her girlfriend, she quickly fell into a grimmer demeanour, drooping her head and shuffling her feet, barely making eye contact with the other survivors.

"There's something here. Something alive. I think - I think it even has a name. I heard it call itself Quill, and something happened with the others. I'm not sure where they went, or if they're okay, or if this was all supposed to happen or ..."

When she started babbling, Nia put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Nicki's legs were starting to wobble, and soon the lioness directed her to sit down on a nearby box, moving close to help her get her bearings. Nicki had to catch her breath for a few seconds but she swiftly perked up again with the spark of a sudden memory.

"Oh! I need to tell you its weakness. When it came for me, I used one of these ..."

She hastily turned to another box, pulling it open with the sound of ripping tape to reveal a collection of spare flashlights. Not just any sort - they were the kind equipped with that ultraviolet lightbulb. She quickly started gathering up enough for everyone.

"If you see him, just shine this on him, and he should retreat. It seems to hurt him ... and the same goes for if you see any of us."

"Us?" Jaine stepped closer, moving alongside Nia. "What does that mean?"

"I mean ... any of us could be compromised ..." Nicki said, and then a thought seemed to strike her. "Even ..."

She didn't explain further, and instead directed that beam right at Jaine's chest. Nothing happened but for the jackal looking down with a bemused expression. Before she could get any further explanation, Nicki scanned over Bailey, and then Conrad in turn, again getting no visible reaction. It took her a second or two of hesitation before she turned the beam onto the researcher herself, scanning over Nia with that purple light and letting the tension visibly melt from her shoulders when nothing happened. That was cause for another hug, but soon after, she was handing out those flashlights to everyone.

"Keep these close. Shine it on anything that moves. He could be anywhere ... in anyone ..."

There was a faint whirring sound, something like one of the security cameras, but the big one in the corner was clearly disabled. What they didn't see was the much more subtle installation, the little set of lenses hidden away in the panels, scanning through the scene, taking infrared shots of every interaction the group was having. On the other side sat Ikan, hidden away in a locked room only he knew existed, tapping his chin, wildly scrawling his notes. There was no time to get to a keyboard.

"Fascinating ... such effortless social integration and imitation. And the infection rate - instantaneous. Quicker than our camera could even record. You are truly something wondrous, Quill."

If the alien could hear him, or if he was even present, he made no indication. Ikan still didn't fully understand the rules of his consciousness. Was a mere stain upon the floor indication of his full, thinking and perceiving presence, or was it merely a fragment of him, like a drop of blood from a creature of this planet? And when he merged with another being, did they cease to exist, or did their mind become a part of his own, fully sentient yet serving the greater whole that was Quill? At what point was that any different from death? None of it made any physical sense by all the rules of nature he knew, but that was precisely what made him so intriguing. He could not pass up the opportunity to observe further experiments, especially with such prime test subjects. His eyes remained glued to the camera feeds in front of him, particularly that of the gathering in the storage room.

After all her nervous babbling, Nicki was suddenly a bit faint. She teetered in place and Nia swept in to catch her before she fell, helping her sit down against the wall while the others clutched their lights and shuffled on the spot. They knew they needed a plan. But if they were dealing with something as dangerous as their nurse said, then maybe an evacuation was a better plan. No matter who they left behind. If there were even any survivors. At first they exchanged some uncertain looks, fidgeting, eyes shifting, but eventually Bailey spoke up with concern.

"Have you seen Ikan? Um, the boss, I mean."

"I don't think so," Nicki softly said. "He might be still alive. "

"Then we should look for him!" the horse said, barely letting the hyena finish. "And everyone else, of course. We can't just leave them behind."

"I'm no scientist, but if we're dealing with some sort of alien infection, then we ought to be observing quarantine protocols. We shouldn't even be in here," Jaine said, quietly but firmly.

"Besides, we need to get the rover fixed if we're going anywhere!" chirped Conrad. "I told you we shouldn't have gone so fast, I told you ..."

"Can you do it?" Jaine asked, squeezing the mouse's shoulder.

"I, I ..." A swell of anxiety kept the mouse from going any further for a few seconds. "I think so. But we need time, and I don't know if ..."

When he didn't finish, Jaine just nodded, then cleared her throat.

"How's this? We do a sweep for survivors, keeping these flashlights at the ready to scan them. If we don't find anyone, we return to the garage and get back to the tower so we can get a message out. Is that reasonable?"

In a moment of panic, they all needed a good, strong leader, but Nia still had her objections.

"Nicki isn't going anywhere just yet. She needs a moment. We'll lock the door, and you can come find us when the vehicle is ready. How's that?"

Jaine gave the cat a long look, resulting in a jackal-lion staredown. She could tell she wasn't going to get anywhere with arguing, so she just curtly nodded.

"I don't like it, but fine. Better than leaving her alone, I suppose. Let's move."

Nia held Nicki close while the others left them behind, only getting up to lock the door once they'd tromped off in search of whoever might have still been safe. She clicked the mechanical lock and made sure to seal the electronic one as well, then for good measure she slid a shelf in front of the door just to make sure. Enough brute force could have broken through perhaps, but she had no idea what they were even dealing with. Slowly turning back around to return to her girlfriend, she found herself briefly startled to find Nicki up on her feet again, standing tall and steady, wearing one of those great big toothy grins of hers. She really had some impressive chompers, but then, all hyenas did, all shown off in a gleaming, slightly unhinged smile like she was about to tell the best joke of her life. Instead, she just swished her tail a little.

"Oh, Nicki! Are you feeling better?" the lioness exclaimed at the sight.

"Yup!"

"That was quick. Maybe we should have gone out there with the others ..."

"Nah. It's much better to have you all alone for a while."

That hyena always looked so good in her uniform, and she looked even better swaying her way over and placing her hands on Nia's hips. The lioness might have been bigger than her, but she soon found herself backed into a wall by Nicki's assertiveness. That was the perfect position for the hyena to stuff her face right up against the big cat's bust. As surprising as it all was, it still got Nia rumbling. She ran her hands down Nicki's spine, unable to help groping and squeezing when she was that close to the cute spotty girl, even if it really wasn't the time. The inappropriateness wasn't making it any less arousing for her either, especially when Nicki stood up tall on her toes so they could meet muzzle to muzzle in a deep, warm smooch, one that only got deeper and wetter every moment they spent mashing their lips together in the privacy of that storage room.

"Mmmf, it's ... I didn't expect ..." came Nia's muffled words

"Shhh. I wanna show you something ..." Nicki whispered.

Nia shouldn't have liked the sound of that, but the way that cute hyena nurse enunciated every syllable was so irresistible, dripping with lust and the promise of something wonderful for them both to share. Soon they were sinking down together towards the floor when their knees collectively buckled, still locked in that smooch, embracing, squeezing, grasping everything they could. The thrill of danger and uncertainty only fuelled their desires, leaving them grabbing at each other's clothing, pulling, tugging, undoing clasps and buttons and even causing a few tears here and there. How they were going to explain their ruined clothes to the others when they got back wasn't exactly something on their minds right then. They wanted each other, and nothing more, no matter how scared they might have been. Maybe it was a better time than they thought. Maybe they deserved the time together if they were going to get through such a crisis.

It didn't take long before they were nakedly writhing together, grinding, humping, rolling from one wall to the other as they seemed almost to fight for dominance. The reality was something less combative than it appeared. They both spent about an equal time on top, even with the size difference. In truth, it was all a little new for Nia. She was used to dominating that lusty nurse and listening to her muffle her squeals of delight in a pillow. Yet there Nicki went, nibbling, licking, and shoving her down with strength she'd never shown before. It was enough to really make that big cat wet while they haphazardly squished their pussies together, sharing in each other's warmth, in each other's need for each other. A thrust, a grind, a rub against each other's thighs, neither of them were especially coordinated. It was chaotic mutual pleasure, touching, tasting, rubbing naked fur against fur until their kisses broke into gasps and moans.

Eventually, Nia realized she was just going to have to relent, or they'd be wrestling all night. She let that hyena be on top, even if it meant feeling a bit silly being pinned down by someone so much lighter than her. Nicki clutched her by the wrists and went in to nibble on her exposed throat, tapping those sharp teeth all over her neck but never biting too hard. Nia had to admit it felt good. She kept those guttural rumbles going, rattling Nicki's whole body while they went from rubbing to outright fucking. The transition was a smooth one involving that horny hyena slipping up between the lioness' thick thighs, pressing close to her pussy until they were clit to clit, and throwing herself into a flurry of rubbing, grinding friction that soon had them crying out in bliss. No matter how dangerous the situation might have been, they couldn't help but moan together, mixing in their growls, their rumbles, their little giggles, making all the sounds their species did while they schlicked their sexes together into a tingling, soaking mess.

"Unnnh, Nicki, what's got ... AH!"

It wasn't like Nia to scream like that, but that hyena just seemed to know everything about her body. She knew just the way top thrust, just how to move and shift her light weight, and even between grinding strokes that intense pleasure never went away. It seized hold of the big cat's body, leaving her gaping at the ceiling, seeing little more than a blur of her lover as that eager hyena went to absolute town on her pussy. Nicki grabbed the kitty's thighs, pushing one leg straight up just so she could get a better angle on that juicy lion cunt. Her whole body moved tirelessly, relentlessly, pounding and plapping her pussy up against Nia's own, making that lioness squirm, writhe, and shriek out in her highest of voices. Suddenly the big rumbly feline wasn't so scary anymore when she was making those little kitty mewls. Her eyes were starting to roll back from the sheer intensity of the pleasure igniting inside her body. It felt so much better than it had any right to feel. Every rub sent another surging feeling that ran all the way down her thighs, made her curl her toes, twitch her tufted tail, and it went right up her spine too, crackling through her scalp. In the end, her jaws were hanging open as her spotty girlfriend revealed those hidden depths, those previously unknown powers and brought her to a roaring climax that threatened to blank her mind right out.

She hadn't gushed like that in years. Nia was left thrashing about, clawing at the air as if to attack some unseen assailant, showing off that feline aggression while she erupted in a squirt of pleasure that soon mingled with Nicki's own. They soaked each other until there were juices running down their thighs, splattered right up over their bellies, even reaching their bare breasts. It was all a simmering, sweating, panting moment of pure what, one that left them drooling for each other, simply exchanging hot breath as they stared into each other's eyes. Which was when Nia realized Nicki's were purple. It must have been the lighting in the room reflecting off them in a strange way, she distinctly remembered that lovely green pair peering at her in the medical bay, the same set that had so entranced her into their little secret relationship in the first place. Though as for the violet-covered drool dripping from her lips, that was something she couldn't scientifically explain.

"You're so smart, so fierce ..." Nicki murmured, drawing closer, nose to nose with the lioness. "I knew we were meant to be together from the moment I first tasted you. And now we can be."

"I don't know what ..." Nia began, but she was interrupted by a forceful kiss.

Again, the hyena's strength was astounding to her. She was used to pushing her around, in the way Nicki liked of course. To be not just overwhelmed but overpowered was such a surprise. She felt herself pinned to the floor, and soon, they were exchanging saliva once more in that deep kiss, no matter how inadvisable it might have been with a possible contagion going around the base. She felt Nicki's tongue pushing into her mouth, wriggling, tasting every single corner, and then she felt it sliding right down her throat. It stretched on and on, reaching depths it was never meant to reach, extending from the hyena's jaws more like a massive appendage, even a tentacle. And that wasn't the only change coming over that cute spotty girl. She felt herself encircled as if by dozens of slippery snakes, those strange, clinging tendrils encoiling her, gripping her tight, body to body, lover to lover. She might have panicked if it wasn't for the ecstasy that came with every single touch.

There was so much to be concerned about. Not just in the present situation, but in general. Life was such a complicated thing with a single mind to navigate it, no matter how smart Nia might have been. She found herself wanting to think about nothing but the warmth of Nicki's embrace, even if it meant neglecting everything else. It was such a peaceful thing to finally accept. She thought of nothing but the pleasure, the constant zaps to her reward centres that told her she was doing exactly what she needed to do. Such was her entrancement, she didn't even flinch when she saw those jaws opening up before her. Wider, wider. Nicki had pulled from the kiss to show off the inner depths of her maw, of her gullet beyond, stretching to an unnatural degree. She was bigger, too. Just like that, and she towered over the lioness, showing off muscle and bulk the likes of which her lean frame had never displayed before. Her breasts were bigger, too. Nia barely noticed those until she was squished up against them, grappled by the hyena's arms and many tentacles alike as they sprang from her body. Her spots were present as ever, but her body had gone smooth and slightly translucent, the chocolatey brown of her fur replaced by a deep, enticing violet. And then there were the teeth.

Another tongue pushed from those deadly jaws, this one lightly curling around the big cat's throat, tugging her in, closer to those many curvy fangs. A hyena was toothy enough already, but she displayed so many more, sharper, longer, framing the lion's vision as she slipped into the depths of her lover's open mouth. A smooth, slimy slide along revealed the thickness of her spit, bathing the cat's face and soaking her in the clinging, fragrant stuff that might not have been saliva anymore. The gooey form of the hyena was the perfect transformation. Nia was every bit as fascinated as she was completely, utterly transfixed. If she had more of her mind available, her scientific curiosity might have pulled her from the moment so that she could simply observe what was going on with her girlfriend. But she was far too dulled by the pleasure constantly pouring into her, a steady assault on her senses that threatened to leave her utterly blank if it was just a slight bit more intense. Instead, it left her moaning all the way to the back of Nicki's throat, feeling that constricting tug wrapping all around her head, dragging her towards the splorching darkness that awaited her inside her transformed lover. If it was even her anymore.

The occasional giggles rippling through Nicki's new form were so familiar to her that she couldn't believe it was anything but her. Perhaps a new side of her, but still her, somewhere in that monstrous body. Nicki fed the sleek feline down her throat with ease, showing off that newly enhanced strength, and that hunger. There was such palpable desire in the way she clutched her prey, stuffing her into that maw even as those tentacles explored between Nia's thighs. It was more than just grinding after a few sleek prods. Nicki went ahead and penetrated the big cat, shoving those slippery tendrils inside her sex and ass alike. They slid so smoothly inside of Nia they felt like someone was splashing a warm liquid into her, comfortably stretching her out, only adding to the pleasure of being consumed by someone she was already so close to. They just got closer with every swallow, every squishing, slurping gulp that dragged the curve form of the athletic lioness into the belly of the timid nurse.

Soon it was a matter of framing that fine ass between the hyena's teeth. She took her tongue to swipe along those ample cheeks, lightly nibbling on Nia's waist as she pleasured her, adding that much more stimulation to it all. The lioness couldn't even scream in pleasure anymore. She was frozen, left trapped in the rapturous experience that felt like one continuous orgasm. Or maybe more it was more like a dozen at once. Either way, she was writhing, twitching wildly, gushing for her lover even as she got swallowed whole by the monstrously mutated form of what had once been a hyena. Nicki massaged at the bulge of that fine feline meal slipping into her middle, tendrils dancing along Nia's thighs, curling behind her knees to help stuff her down. The lioness was soon almost completely engulfed by those many groping things dancing all over what little of her body remained unswallowed, helping to drag her inside and force her down to join the expanding bulge in Nicki's middle. One more slimy, spit-flinging GULP was enough to seal her away, safe and snug in the warm depths of her transformed girlfriend, bombarded from all sides by such incredible sensations that she no longer had the capacity to think, merely to feel.

"Together ..." Nicki whispered, rubbing over the shape of the lioness inside her.

"Together," she said again, her stomach squeezing tight around the big cat, starting to knead, to slip and slide along her curves, to aggressively massage her.

"Together," she said one more time, louder than before, as those steady schlicks of her stomach walls turned instead to a heavy, powerful glurrrrrn of alien-altered digestion, starting to rapidly absorb and process the feline and make her part of the hyena, part of the creature who lived within her, part of the collective whole that was Quill and all the many minds he'd added to his.

The messy sounds went along with a steady digestive process that saw the lioness' curves adding to the malleable shape that the hyena had taken on. She might have been able to freely shapeshift with Quill's help, but she still thickened as if putting on extra fat from her meal. Her breasts expanded, now fully slick and slimy on the surface, her furry form rendered smooth and slippery, dripping with that inky substance that she was hosting. It all brought her such pleasure, feeling that shape shrink down, feeling the cat's squirming cease as she was claimed by the appetite of the mutated hyena. Nicki sprawled onto her back with a splurch, spreading her arms and legs out, idly bucking her hips towards the ceiling as if actively being fucked senseless. Even if she had been, it wouldn't have compared to the pleasure that overtook her as she digested that big cat down to nothing more than padding on her body, thickening her out and making her jiggle with the wild motions of her hips. It wasn't long before the physical form of the big cat had been completely erased, but she was far from gone. Merely added to the swarm, the hive, or whatever it might have been called. She had plenty of time in her new, digested existence to consider it.

None of the others heard what was going on, even with all those moans, all those slurps and slorps echoing in the locked room. They were far too focused on the search and possible rescue. Jaine led the way, letting the other two hide behind her bulk, but she had to admit even she was nervous. Her tail remained very still but for the occasional twitch whenever she detected a tiny sound that might have been movement. The base made all manner of noises at the best of times, something that had taken her a lot of getting used to with those tall, sensitive ears of hers. Eventually, she couldn't deny that she was hearing something any longer. Those were definitely footsteps, coming up behind the group, soft but far from silent. At least to her. She whirled around so sharply that she startled Bailey and Conrad, raising a fist to tell them to hold their position. That proved unnecessary. They were utterly frozen to the spot.

Eventually, the source of such sounds made themselves known. Two staff members, Snow and Zasha, strolled into sight, moving cautiously, only to recoil when the others turned around so suddenly, yelping nervously. Jaine shot them a disapproving glare.

"What are you doing sneaking up on us like that? Don't you know what's going on?"

"Not exactly ..." came Snow's nervous voice, the cheetah nibbling his lip. "We weren't sure who you were. Or what you were. There's something happening, something to do with the experiment, but I'm not sure ... "

Jaine cut them off with a sharp command. "Stay where you are."

"What? What is the meaning of this?" Zasha asked, quirking her head to the side. "We need help. Somebody needs to get a signal out. That was supposed to be your job, and yet here you are ..."

"I said don't move." The jackal nodded to the others. "Check them."

"Check them?" Snow's eyes widened fearfully. "What do you mean? Don't hurt us ..."

"We're not going to hurt you. Not if you're normal, anyway."

She clicked on that light, and so did the mouse and horse. Conrad's beam danced along the wall where his hands were shaking, but Bailey held his firm, slowly raising it up to point directly at the chest of the cheetah. Jaine did the same, targeting the husky with that purple beam. She made sure to scan along the naked fur of the dog and not just her clothing, leaving Zasha shielding her eyes from the light.

"Ahh, stop that ..."

Jaine held steady, standing in a phalanx with the others she was protecting, keeping the beams moving over those two bodies. Snow mewled in apparent distress.

"I don't know why you're doing this, we're not ... there's nothing wrong with us. We just want to help you find the others. Where is ... where is ..."

His speech began to falter as a strange, uncontrollable convulsion came over him. He seemed to launch into a seizure, and soon Zasha was imitating his movement. Their bodies shook and rattled on the spot, shivering, shuddering, twitching all about with their arms limp at their sides. It all boiled over into a series of violent spasms, accompanied by some sort of wet, gurgling sound, then the rising shrieeeeek of something that was distinctly not of that world. Then there was the SPLURCH.

The tentacles seemed to emerge from everywhere, springing forth from the bodies of the drones and wriggling towards the survivors, lashing and cracking like whips. Splatters of slime soared through the air, but they didn't land on the group. Jaine pulled them back just in time, putting herself between the horrible creatures and the others before pushing them along so they could properly flee. Maybe she was quick to assume there was no fighting such horrific things, but when two of her coworkers were currently a writhing mass of tentacles that barely resembled their former selves, showing off gaping, toothy maws that snapped and drooled with apparent hunger, she decided evacuation was the only answer. They charged together down the halls, taking turns seemingly at random, closing doors behind them and engaging the electronic locks before they continued their retreat. Puffing and gasping, the mouse eventually wavered, unable to keep up such a pace, and so she just scooped him up and tucked him under one of her arms while she kept on running alongside Bailey. At first the splorching footsteps of the goo-clones pursued them, but eventually they fell silent. In a way that was worse. Especially when the lights went out.

They heard power draining from the base with a damning eeeeeooooom, leaving them standing in the utter darkness. Shortly after, emergency lights on a separate generator flicked on, flooding their surroundings in an eerie emergency red. They had nothing else to help them navigate the base but for Jaine's regular flashlight, and those ultraviolet flashlights, which weren't exactly making it easy to navigate. The heating didn't seem to be working either. They could already feel the temperature dropping. It was going to get cold in there soon. A few minutes with the power out was enough to let the chill start creeping in. A few hours would leave almost anything organic frozen solid. They either had to restore the main power, or they had to get out of there before the infection could spread any further. The creatures could have been anywhere, writhing, transforming, just waiting to snatch them up with those many tentacles and drag them into those monstrous maws. Jaine didn't know what to do, until a crackling voice came over a loudspeaker, seemingly working over emergency power.

"Try not to panic. You're safe for now. I've redirected them elsewhere." That gruff tone could only be their boss. Bailey perked up at the side, setting his ears back.

"Ikan? Is that you? Where are you?"

The dragon went on without acknowledging the questions. "If you're trying to speak to me, I can't hear you. I brought a radio into the decontamination chamber and hacked it to the base's frequency."

He paused to clear his throat, sounding almost sick.

"I have locked myself in here and disabled the door. You won't be able to get me out, so don't come looking for me. The creature is like a living disease, rapidly spreading to each person it comes in contact with. It has to be contained."

"No ..." came Bailey's voice.

"You're not going to like hearing this, but ... you three are the only ones left. You need to evacuate as soon as you can. That's an order. I will guide you."

Whether or not it was the wisest decision, Jaine wasn't going to question it. She'd been given an order, and so she had to follow. Prying open that door thanks to the emergency release handle, she stepped out into the hallway with her minuscule light source. Presumably it would ward off any attacks, but only if they came from the front. The darkness of the base meant an ambush would have been easy for any sort of marauding creature. She reached out to touch Conrad and Bailey on the shoulder, ensuring they remained close as she made her way out into the hallway, listening for that voice.

"Forward about ten steps."

They moved forward.

"Now take a left. Five more steps."

Their footsteps seemed to echo even more ominously in the dark.

"Door on your right."

That went on, door by door, hall by hall. The voices of those they left behind called to them from afar, echoing down the empty halls.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't leave us behind!"

"We're your friends! We need help!"

Bailey was gritting his teeth, just listening to them. He tried to tell himself it wasn't really them, not anymore. The husky and cheetah were gone, taken by ... whatever it was. He trudged along with the group, being careful not to fall behind in the dark, lest he too end up a husk of his former self, a mere imitation of what he once was. The changed ones never caught up with the group, simply haunting them from afar like wailing ghosts. Maybe they were, for all he knew. It wasn't until Bailey realized they were back in the garage that his resolve broke. Jaine heard those hooves halt, and turned to shine her tiny light on him, fearing the worst. Instead, she just found him wearing a distressed expression, and shaking his head.

"We can't ... we can't just leave them .... or him ..." he began, before hastily adding in his justification. "He's our boss."

"And he has given us an order," Jaine tersely explained.

"I don't ... I won't do it. I need to ..."

Bailey offered no further explanation before he took off, clomping down the halls and into the distance. Jaine made no pursuit, even if she silently cursed his foolishness. There was no saving that old dragon, even if his leadership might have been valuable in a situation like that one. Bailey took off into the dark, somehow navigating without much means of seeing, and that just left Conrad and herself in the darkened garage with the non-functioning rover.

"Fix it as fast as you can. I will keep watch."

"I can barely even see ..." the mouse complained.

"Take my flashlight."

"But then how will we see them, if they ..." He didn't even finish, the thought of something creeping up on them in the dark far too terrifying to even consider.

Instead, he was just going to have to fumble in the dark until he could find the tools he needed, getting under the hood of the vehicle and squinting at the damage. It was a fortunately simple replacement, one that he swiftly set to work on, pushing away all other thoughts. Maybe the distraction was precisely what he needed in those moments, just to push out the terrible images of those twisted, writhing bodies, of that monster wearing his friends like a costume, or a mask. Now and then he gave a cautious aside glance to the jackaless, partly just to make sure she was still there, but also just to check if she had changed in any way. As far as he knew, they'd both been exposed. Maybe the infection wasn't airborne. Or maybe it was already inside them, just waiting for the perfect moment to spring forth, to maul him, tear him apart or whatever else. The only thing that got him through the fear was the assumption that he was already doomed. It was too easy, just tinkering away without any sort of attack. If it really was a dangerous, intelligent alien, it wouldn't have lost them like that. This had to be part of its plan.

Yet for all his fears, the repairs went off without a hitch. He was good enough at what he did to work with his eyes closed, which was more or less the case. The light of the interior was a great relief, washing over their faces as they stepped inside. Only two survivors, neither of them science personnel - he could only imagine what sort of trouble they were going to get into once they got to the main station, some hours away through the frozen hills. But that was better than whatever had been stalking them through the base. When they escaped into the endless day outside, he let himself sigh briefly, but not before pressing down on the accelerator and speeding away from that accursed place. He always had a feeling he would die there ever since first arriving, but he'd always assumed it'd be for some sort of mundane reason instead. Freezing, cabin fever, that sort of thing. This wasn't how it worked in the movies. The timid one always went first. Or was it the tough, competent one? Well, Jaine certainly had that covered. Together, they were speeding off into safety, having successfully eluded their cliched deaths. That was what he thought until he heard the drip.

It wasn't a mechanical issue. Somehow he just knew that from the very first little splash of something hitting the floor of the cargo area. There was plenty of room back there - seats for every member of the team, as well as additional space for supplies and equipment. They hadn't actually looked back there before they jumped in. He slowed the vehicle to a stop, listening to the ice and snow crunching beneath those massive treads. That left them with only the sound of the engine idling, and that slow, occasional plink of something hitting the floor behind them. Jaine didn't say anything. She didn't move, either. She knew what he'd heard. From slow drip, to a more steady pap pap pap of something, something dripped enough to form a puddle, stretching out through the space just behind them, spreading across the entire floor and trickling near their feet. Conrad glanced down and saw the thick, inky substance reflecting his own frightened expression right back at him.

From the steady droplets there came much worse noises. The unfathomable squelching rang in their ears, but neither of them looked back. They were frozen in place, and not just for the fear. He was already in their minds, already infecting their thoughts with the temptation to give in, to accept the sweet release of giving all responsibility over to him. They knew who he was. They knew what had happened to all the others. All it took was a little contact, and he was swirling up through their veins, infecting their very cells with his presence, burrowing into their minds both figuratively and very much literally. No thought was safe from that slavering, slimy leech-beast, but Jaine wasn't going to be defeated that easily. They still had those UV lights with them. She just had to summon up every last scrap of willpower left in her body and mind alike so she could snatch up both lights at once from the dashboard, whirling around and directing the combined beams at the horrible monstrosity that lurked just behind him.

It took everything else she had left not to recoil in horror at the sight of him. That huge, bulky alien was only getting bigger. Thicker, stronger, yet still as faceless as ever. She shone those lights all over the gooey form shaped with simulated muscles, casting a light that seemed to pass right through him, just waiting for the reaction. She'd already seen it with her own eyes. Those lights were supposed to cause him, or those he inhabited great pain. Nicki had told them herself. Though how she knew that much wasn't clear. Quill looked down at the reflecting lights on his burly chest and then slowly reached out to take those flashlights from the jackal. He was neither aggressive nor forceful, showing surprising gentleness as he disarmed her and reached out to grasp her hand. His was so much bigger. He towered over even her, hunching in the idling vehicle, blocking every possible retreat but for diving out through the vehicle's doors into the frozen nothingness. They wouldn't have lasted ten minutes out there. The only choice was to remain there, with him, where they'd be safe.

His voice came forth in a steady boom, his tone soft and undeniably soothing.

"It is a curious thing I have come to understand. A simple lie, and it disseminates from mind to mind, even when you were not there to witness yourself. You take it as fact because you trust one another, even when you should not. I have never seen this before."

He took to stroke his chin, just beneath that great set of interlocked teeth set into a permanent grin, or perhaps a silent snarl.

"If you cannot rely on one another to spread only things that are true, how have you lasted this long? Take this weakness. A simple deception, yet solidified as fact once spread from the mouths of others like a contagion. It is much easier to think as one than as many. Come closer. Let me show you how it feels to let someone else take the wheel."

And at that, he lightly chuckled, though it sounded more like a guttural gurgle in his throat.

"Figuratively speaking, that is. I believe this is the proper phrase. There is still so much to learn."

He made no move to attack them, merely crouching down so that he was face to face with the jackal. Conrad rose from his seat and slowly stepped alongside her, standing firm and steady, staring up at the great, violet alien who had invaded their bodies, their minds, who brought comfort and pleasure to them all the while he probed around through their memories and impulses. The mouse could feel him in there, groping, inspecting, perhaps even draining those thoughts away, bit by bit, adding them to the collective that had already absorbed so many. He could feel them there too, catching mental glimpses of the other minds that Quill had already consumed. They were so safe, so snug, stashed away and kept for his own. He wanted to be part of that. It already felt so good. And it only felt better the closer he stepped, inch by inch, nervously yet eagerly creeping forward until he was wrapped up in Quill's embrace. He took them both in his muscular arms and pulled them to his chest, silently assuring him that everything was going to be alright.

"There. Slip sweetly into your new selves. Let your mind empty out and your bodies become a vessel for sensation. It's much better this way."

Jaine already felt like she'd just received a spectacular massage, all her aches and tension melted away, and it only got better from there. His touch was orgasmic, bringing the lust to them both, sending their sheaths swelling. Jaine could already feel her knot getting thick, popping out with the rest of her cock, pushing up to an impressive bulge in her uniform. Conrad wasn't quite so hung, but that just meant he was throbbing more quickly. A few moments in Quill's arms and he was already pulsing so hard he was raising up to the tips of his toes with each thump of his cock, his naked tail twitching back and forth, a pleasured squeak escaping his lips. Jaine's tail wagged about as if in slow motion, cresting through the air, smacking one hip and then the other as she let that pleasure drive her to a state of seemingly insatiable desire. Quill's touch, his warmth, his otherworldly scent, it was all pure sex to her senses, bringing her such a cocktail of sensations the likes of which she'd never experienced before. And that was before he got his tentacles involved.

Just as had emerged from those two Quill-controlled drones, dozens of those wriggling appendages simply sprang from his bulk, thick with slime, coiling about their bodies to smoothly strip them down to their fur. The feeling of them sliding along her bare skin, smearing down that sleek black fur of hers only left Jaine huffing with delight. She'd never been so turned on, never experienced such an ongoing feeling like a climax that simply wouldn't quit. Conrad was hardly doing any better, whimpering as he spurted some precum for the new master of their minds and bodies. Quill massaged and groped their naked bodies until they were utterly coated in his inky mark. Conrad's white fur was stained completely dark, while Jaine's took on some extra shine, reflecting his violet hue under the lights of the rover. In such a confined space, he was free to completely envelop them, coiling about their limbs and stretching them wide just to expose their most tender places. He danced those tentacles down their spines, he toyed with their tails and tugged them up and out of the way. Then there came the pressure to their taints that nearly made Conrad blow his load right there, squirting hard but not cumming yet. Jaine was barely hanging on, gritting her teeth at first and then letting her jaws hang open and her tongue flop limply from her mouth.

Drooling, broken, undignified - it didn't matter. Nothing did anymore. All those worldly worries melted away under the care of the alien. He rubbed them, grinding on their pleasure buttons from the outside at first, tendrils creeping through their body to press down on their prostates directly. That sent a shock of bliss straight up to their brains, and he only amplified those feelings, as if turning a faucet that caused their minds to flood them with those rich, pleasure-bringing chemicals all at once. There was no greater high, no better feeling that a body could possibly endure, and it came so very close to breaking Janie right there. She was twitching, shaking, and in the end, giggling to herself. She hadn't let out such a girlish sound in ages, but Quill was worth showing a little vulnerability. He deserved it for treating them so well.

From there it was a matter of wrapping those tentacles around their thighs and moving to slowly penetrate them. He took his time, letting them feel every single inch of his writhing inner touch, allowing them to adjust to the bombardment of pleasure before he applied anymore. It was a toe-curling, shoulder-tensing, bliss-crying experience. Jaine had tears in her eyes before long, simply overwhelmed with all those positive emotions at once while the alien penetrated her fine, shiny butt. Quill was no less thorough with Conrad, plunging deep inside that cute mouse, leaning close to run his tongue along the cute boy's chest and chin and giving an approving huff of warm air in his face. He didn't have to breathe, but he chose to, just for that moment of mutual enjoyment.

"I can feel it all as my own now. The desires your coworkers had for you - and those you had for each other. Why you hide such things away in the deep recesses of your mind, I have no idea. That is something for me to learn as I consume you."

Those casually-spoken words had no effect on Jaine. She understood now, in what little she had left. It wasn't destruction he brought, but something new, something transformative, something that felt so much better than existing as just one, lonely jackal. Her broken moans were soon silenced by the tentacle plunging down her throat, fucking its way to her belly without so much as chocking her. It felt just as good as the one pumping in and out of her rump, leaving her sucking and drooling, mmfing around that slimy girth as he added even more to the pleasured embrace. One to play with her balls, carefully squeezing and kneading them to add just that much more pleasure. Another to press down on her taint, ensuring her button stayed constantly pressed. Then two more to slither up between her tits, curling around them and giving a deep squeeze, or latching onto those firm black nips and starting to suck. Just those touches along felt good enough to make her cum, and it wasn't going to go to waste, either. Not with that hungry tentacle latching onto her whole shaft, engulfing every single inch, knot and all, ready to guzzle down her cream.

Conrad got very much the same treatment, right down to a pair playing with his nipples, teasing and caressing along with everything else Quill was doing to him. He went off first, the soft little mouse left a gurgling, drooling mess as his balls pulled up taut, his taint flexed, and he contracted hard on that tentacle fucking him. Then there came the bulge of cum travelling up that wriggling tube, sucked up into Quill's body as he drained it from the broken mouse, only to give it right back twelve times over. His many appendages gave a turgid twitch, swelling up with the load of alien cum rushing through them all. They erupted forth to splash over the mouse's ink-painted body, but they couldn't wash those stains away. The splurch of cream spurting up inside of him made him shudder, and his own orgasm just went on and on even as he swallowed down Quill's fresh cum, or took it up beneath that naked tail until his belly swelled and sloshed. He became a squeaky little condom for all that spunk, the rest pouring down his body until it trickled from his toes, soaking deep into his fur and marking every single inch of his body until he was drenched in the sweetly-musky stuff. Quill had a way of smelling so delicious and yet so rich and raunchy with sex all at the same time, as if he knew precisely what pleased their senses.

The sight, the scent, it was all too much for Jaine to take. Nevermind the constant pleasure blazing through her every nerve. She came for Quill just as he wanted. She could feel he wanted her to, connected as they were, their thoughts and desires working as one. And he didn't treat her any different than he had the mouse. She didn't want him to. That meant filling her with a bulging load of cum, creaming up those shiny black cheeks with the overflow while she guzzled as much as she possibly could, ignoring the stretching, bloating sensation in her stomach. That was pleasant too. Everything was, every touch, every splash, every drop of alien seed shooting all over her dark fur. She let it splatter her face, her tits, oozing down curves and winding through the divots of her muscles. It puddled beneath her and dripped from her whole form, soaking into her skin, leaving that delicious aroma clinging to her. She hadn't submitted to someone sexually in the better part of a decade, and yet she was so very ready for more, for the next big step, for becoming part of the creature who had freed them from all higher thought. The only question was who was first.

Quill hesitated for only a few seconds. He glanced from one cum-soaked catch to the next, insofar as an eyeless creature could glance at least, and then he lunged. It was the most aggressive motion they'd seen him make, but he wasn't trying to inspire fear. They could feel his hunger, radiating from him, through them, driving his need to stuff the cum-soaked mouse into his jaws without any further delay. A lash of his flexible tongue and he soon had it coiled all around the entirety of the mouse, wrapping him up from shoulders to ankles in a grip like that of a constricting serpent. Like a frog snatching up its prey, he yanked Conrad into the air and into his mouth with a sudden snap, leaving him waist-deep in slimy alien maw as those teeth lightly pressed down on his hips. They did him no harm beyond simply holding him in place for the deep, sloppy sucking to follow. Quill treated that lightly squirming mouse like nothing more than a living piece of candy, squelching, schlurking all around his slim form, bobbing him in and out of those toothy monster-jaws. Conrad was doused in simulated spit and slime alike, slopped and soaked, slowly whittled down and assimilated little by little with every steady suck.

Jaine was left to watch as that monster converted the mouse to goo right there in his mouth, pushing him from side to side, squishing him into his cheeks, and of course sucking hard the whole while. Thick and inky streams ran from Quill's maw as he suckled Conrad dry, replacing those dazed squeaks with steady gurgles as the mouse was left to gargle all the extra slime being produced by his own transformation. The alien kept his prey wrapped up tight with his tongue, dragging the mouse's legs inside with the rest of him, kneading the mechanic's entire body with his mouth at once. Squishing, sliming, and melting him down without even needing to swallow him, he smoothed over that stained fur, turned it to something slick and glossy with every suck. It wasn't long before the mouse was indistinguishable from the rest of Quill's body, sucked and nibbled for long enough that he was as much slime as he was mouse. But of course, the alien still wasn't done with him. He could have spat him out and had another loyal drone, but his hunger for consumption won out. A sudden toss of his head straight back and he released the grip of his tongue around his prey, instead using that flexible appendage to shove the slime-droned mouse down his gullet while Conrad was in the peak of blacked-out, awe-struck pleasure. He hardly even knew what was happening to him, all the way down.

It was a feast, devouring that soft boy in seconds, guzzling him down with a lash of that inkstained tail through the air. Despite the ferocity, he made no use of his many teeth but for a bit of kneading, helping to frame that fine, shiny ass between them as he swallowed Conrad whole. Pulling those tentacles from him was like pulling the plug from a drain, leaving the mouse gushing what cum his lithe body couldn't hold, letting it hose down Quill's chest and gut only to be absorbed into his mass as if it was never there. The alien finished off his meal in a single, slimy swallow, squeezing his prey into what passed for his stomach. Conrad's body slurked all the way down until he settled into Quill's mildly translucent gut, just clear enough to let Jaine see the many appendages reaching out to toy with and stimulate her coworker's curled up body. Quill was happy to keep fucking his meal once he was inside his malleable body, but digestion was a swift and merciless process, even if it was the opposite of painful for the melting mouse.

Through it all, Conrad was still rock-hard, his cock spurting clear precum to soak over the confined form of his partly-converted body. There was still time before he was fully digested, still time to toy with him, and to show off what he could really do. At first it was merely those tentacles fucking him from all sides, but soon, manifesting from nothing more than the slime at the bottom of Quill's gut, there came a second figure to share the space inside that stomach. A slender, feminine figure rose up out of the goop, taking on a feline shape. It was difficult to tell given his inkstained appearance, but Jaine's pleasure-addled mind recognized him as Snow, or what had once been him. The goo-cheetah squished and squeezed around in that confined space, wearing a sultry smirk as he settled into Conrad's lap. With so little room to share in there, there really was nowhere else to go, leaving the overwhelmed mouse to just silently gasp out as that fine sleek cheetah rump settled down on his dick, slurping all around its every inch, leaving him to bottom out against the Snow-clone's booty.

The cheetah researcher had been timid, once. Being part of Quill turned him into something else, letting him show off that confidence, that power-bottom passion he had as he rode the mouse's cock right there in the monster's stomach. The vigorous motions left Quill's gut jiggling, quaking back and forth as Snow thumped down on the mechanic's hips and thighs. Even through the layers between them, Jaine could hear the excess slurp and suckle of those too slime-coated bodies grinding and slapping together. Conrad's whole form throbbed and pulsed as he got milked by that fine ass, while Snow simply posed, his hands behind his head, his silhouette going indistinct around the edges as he melted there right along with the mouse himself. Digestion was working rapidly on them both, kneading around them from each side, churning them up to little more than unrecognizable goop, bit by bit, assimilating them together as one sloshing mess, but they weren't done yet. Conrad eventually managed to cling onto Snow's hips, shutting his eyes, letting his mouth hang open while his body convulsed its way to a mind-destroying orgasm thanks to the persistent thumps of that feline rump.

Though the two of them were mostly slime by then, they still came creamy white, spurting hard together as the mouse shot inside the cheetah and the big cat hosed the rodent down in thick white ropes. They clung together, embracing as they slished away to a smoother, indistinct form, melting down into one shared puddle of alien slime as they got mutually digested, cat and mouse, right at the height of their pleasure. Maybe it wasn't even Snow in there with Conrad, merely an imitation made to tease him in those last moments as an individual. Soon, they were both hard to distinguish from one another, their shapes smoothed over and melted into one mass by that steady glurn and glorp of Quill's gut. He patted his middle with the flat of one big palm, absorbing everything he could take, reclaiming Snow at the same time as he added Conrad to his collection, to his horde or his hivemind. However one wished to consider it.

There was nothing in Jaine's reaction that resembled fear or horror at what she was seeing, even as Quill gradually assimilated someone right in front of her. There was nothing gory about it, merely a change of states, solid to liquid, mouse to thick, goopy mess for Quill to absorb. He claimed the body and the mind of their driver and mechanic little by little, his belly loudly gurgling, sounding very much like anyone else's, if somewhat amplified. The heavy glurrrrn and occasional gworgle went along with the splurching process of making the mouse into more of the alien slime, causing him to ooze more thickly, and to grow erect at the pleasure of digesting someone. Jaine hadn't noticed his cock before. Maybe it just wasn't there yet, only formed in his rising lust as he assimilated Conrad into part of himself, adding his mind to the many others within him. More to learn, more to consider, more to understand, with each one consumed. And he was far from done fucking Jaine.

It was one thing to be trapped in his tentacles, pleasured from all sides. That was an indulgence so far from what she usually thought possible that it was easy to just let herself go and not think about whether she could be embarrassed about being dominated. It was different when he took her in his arms, pinned her down on her cum-swollen belly and mounted her like any other male might. He was a hulking beast, completely eclipsing her with his bulk and muscle, holding her there while he rubbed that slick new cock between her smooth black cheeks. A tug on her hair, a harmless drag of his claws down her back, and the slippery touch of his tongue along her cheek, sliding into her mouth, and she was ready. Of course she wanted him to fuck her. And she could tell her wanted it just as much, by the way that thick, solid shaft pushed up between her fluffy tail, displacing the overflow of cum inside her as he penetrated deep, sending jets of cream all around his girth. He absolutely insisted on going balls-deep, even when that meant stretching out her rounded belly with the bulge of his massive, alien cock.

"I understand it now. The pleasures your bodies can sure - I want them too, now. It's not just about procreation. There are so many delights to come from sharing in these perfect touches," Quill mused, his voice calm as ever even while his motions were all-controlling, dominant, powerful. He leaned close. "I want to fuck you, Jaine. I like the way it feels."

If she had any trace of coherence left, she might have insisted he act rather than talk, but she could do little more than drool and pant like the overheated dog she was. He didn't keep her waiting, anyway. A deep shove, a plap of those slime-coated nuts on her ass, and he was soon making her jiggle. She might have been muscular, well-trained, solid where she needed to be, but she still had plenty of assets to bounce around with the force of those heavy, spanking thrusts. It might have looked like sheer brutality to the outside observer, just thud thud thud down on that thick jackal ass, but for Jaine, it was everything she needed. Every stroke of his shaft, aside from the blunt force of it plunging inside her, came accompanied by a tingly crackle that felt almost electric, keeping her stimulated, keeping her leaking precum, drooling, even lactating for no particular reason. Her body was overloaded, short-circuiting, blanking out. Her eyes rolled back and her face became a dumb, permanent smile and he just kept fucking her fine shiny ass, reshaping her into his soft, sweet nothing, nothing but pleasure drone to absorb every sensation he gave her and reflect it right back.

With nothing left to worry about but feeling good, she hardly needed a body. The longer he rutted her taut butt, the less she resembled herself. From silky black to that elegant violet like the rest of his body, she transformed to look more like Quill himself, sinking down into his dick as it absorbed a little of her with every thrust. Her features melded the head of his cock, her limbs sunk inwards until they were little more than nubs sticking out the sides of his pounding spire. She felt the sensations blending up as one, fucking and being fucked all at the same time, joining with his shaft until it was all she was. Though not before he shot a fat gob of spunk through her open mouth, cumming right through her half-transformed maw, spraying down the controls of the dormant rover. He filled the vehicle with an ankle-deep puddle of jizz, letting it pour through the half-transformed jackal-cock, claiming a little more of her with each pump. From fucking to stroking, he ran his hand up and down that spire, squishing down the details that still resembled her, flattening them over as if smoothing out fresh concrete. Her face, her breasts, her swollen belly, her fine, round butt, it was all his, all claimed, adding to the size of his shaft and leaving him with a plump, swollen spire of purple alien cock that jumped with the contracting spasms of orgasm.

The consumption kept him cumming, spurting forth with endless ecstasy as those two minds joined with his own. The mouse vanished from his belly, not even an ink-stained bone after a good sloshing within Quill's body, and he could still feel Jaine's iron will thrumming through his dick. It was little more than idle fascination that he played with her, rubbing up and down his shaft to pleasure her, keeping her blank and satisfied, knowing nothing but the eternal bliss that he'd brought her as part of the hive that was his many-faceted mind. There was nothing more to do but do sink back into the puddle from whence he came. He was in that place and another, all at once, thinking, perceiving, sensing everything around him, even if he was nothing more than a single drop, a dribble of an inkstain clinging to the ceiling. There were still live specimens back in the base, and it was time to introduce himself to the last member of the team who had yet to meet him.

He wasn't the only one enjoying the process. Ikan sat back in his chair with one hand still firmly around the base of his cock while his own cum dribbled down his chest and belly, even dangling from his chin after that high-pressure release. After restoring that brief, localized power outage, he was free to sit back and enjoy the footage coming to him over the rover's security feed, and from the storage room as well. It seemed obvious Nicki and Nia knew he was watching, in their new form, bigger, stronger, joined together as one hybrid being after that joining process. They performed for him, either masturbating or mutually pleasuring each other in that shared goo-body, savouring in their new existence. He'd caught everything on camera, but his notes were a scribbled mess, trailing off when the eroticism on display proved too much even for him to resist. He sat naked in his chair, simply panting a while, a great grin on his face the likes of which he'd have never shown to his underlings. Quill had so much to give them, experiences beyond anything science had ever dreamed of. And he only grew more pleased with the situation when he heard the approach of heavy hooves, walking nervously down the hall, only to pause when he saw the light beneath the door.

"... I-Ikan? Are you in there? Everyone's gone ..."

Without bothering to put any clothes back on, the dragons swelled his chair around and stretched his cum-streaked form out without a hint of shame.

"Come in, Bailey. It's all over now. We have much to discuss."