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After parting with Halley over breakfast, Teryx's Saturday passed seemingly normally, with him currently unaware of the threat he so willingly harbored inside his head. It was a chance for Commodore to observe the rain dragon in his natural mindset and habit once again -- enjoying the lazy morning at home, interrupted only by bouts of a persistent horniness that simply refused to go away. According to his memory, he had gone drinking last night and then had a lovely romp with a deliciously girly sergal named Halley.

Teryx thought hard about calling the sergal up to see if he wanted a fourth round -- no, fifth -- to follow up last night's antics, but he decided against it. Teryx believed that he decided against it because he wanted to give Halley space -- that he didn't want to seem too pushy and insatiable -- but the more accurate reason was because Commodore silently manipulated his mood until he saw it in that light. Teryx noticed his own restraint (which, after seeing how much fun Halley had, he would not normally have imposed upon himself without at least asking once), but he chalked it up to maturing more as a lover.

In that way, quite silently, Commodore's insidious chemical hooks deepened their long-term manipulation of the host. The isolation enhanced Commodore's game of chronically tickling Teryx's arousal at every idle thought and vaguely tempting image. Teryx's afternoon gym session was a particularly devilish time, with Commodore finding and cataloguing any sparks of attraction that the dragon felt toward other gym-goers -- and then teasing those attractions with induced imaginings, and with silently triggered bursts of endorphins to reward him for letting his gaze linger too long on particular rears or crotches.

These days, it was a day-to-day part of Commodore's conditioning, constantly preparing his host to indulge his lusts with a number of potential suitors just in case one of them might turn out to be a suitable host down the line. If the impulse didn't go anywhere with some of them, Commodore would milk the longing for as many climaxes as it was worth and then let it be pruned away, always ready to replace it with a nudge toward someone else. When it came to Teryx's taste in men, Commodore could pretty much have written a book about it using his host's hands.

It was in this way that Teryx found himself stuck on the idea of engineering some way to have fun with a hulking, blue and blue-grey T-rex who frequented the gym... but they had hardly even talked yet, and Commodore didn't push for further interaction today. Instead, he teased up the arousal by inducing Teryx to watch the man's bulging physique doing his reps at the bench... and then inflamed that arousal further once Teryx was in the shower to rinse off. The dragon tried to resist the allure of his own bulging, ridged prick... was it just him, or was he extra vascular and girthy down there lately?

He managed to silently have three dry orgasms just from nursing that erection with his hand while taking a little too long for his rinse... but, not quite wanting to blow his load in the public facility, he exerted some self control from there until he got home, bulge in his trousers the whole way.

Once Teryx was back to his flat, Commodore compelled him to go enjoy admiring his recent gains in his full-body mirror. Just how was he looking so ripped lately? He had always been blessed with the ability to keep a lean and sculpted figure, but these days it was like his testosterone was through the roof, the muscle fibers taking on more of that extra beefy bigness he used to fantasize about from time to time... not enough to make him look like a whole different body type, but enough to make him look like someone who really was dedicated to his workout routine.

Ahh, and his mane had such a healthy, naturally oily sheen to it lately... he couldn't help running his finger-claws through it and taking a few sniffs of its pleasant natural scent as he jerked his long, needy prick toward the conclusion it needed. He was practically hugging the mirror by the time he was ready to cum, his reflection's eyes knowingly gazing back at his ecstatic, somewhat slack-jawed expression.

He had wanted the perfect body, and right now there was no insecurity at all: he had it, and was on his way to making it better. That was how confident he felt as the pleasure-linked neurotransmitters swirled like a thunderstorm in his brain, making his inevitable orgasm feel cataclysmic. He let out an absolutely massive load considering how many times he had climaxed with Halley last night, the amount of it streaking out over his reflection's abs and clinging stubbornly to the glass before slowly oozing down.

He cleaned it quickly and in a daze, as if his body were only an automaton going through the motions necessary to make the room right before he collapsed.

And collapse he did. He fell out on his bed, panting, with his thoughts full of consummated lust for himself. He was good, this body was good... he must take good care of his body...

With those subtle waves of conditioning pulsing in his mind, Teryx fell asleep for an afterglow nap. When that body woke up twenty minutes later, it was Commodore in solo control, with Teryx still very much unaware of what was going on.

Unbeknownst to Teryx, Commodore and Sir had a dinner date for that night at an upscale restaurant, and that was the larger reason why Commodore had declined looking for a new host until Sunday. With cool and practiced methodicalness, the slug got his host ready for the occasion, dressing him in a black suit and bowtie.

* * *

You do it! the alien slug's voice grumbled as Teryx found himself suddenly awoken and shoved into the pilot seat of their body.

Dim lights. Restaurant. Conspicuously western in style. Some kind of steakhouse? Kind of gaudy decor, in a way that immediately struck Teryx as more tacky than anything.

Harry the tiger was wagging a finger at him from across the table.

"He just switched you in, didn't he?" asked Harry -- who, judging from his nervous tone, seemed to be just Harry for the moment. Since the tiger's infestation, such moments had been quite rare.

"Nope," said Teryx in a sudden spasm. He did not mean to say it, but clearly the other being in his head did.

The tiger chuckled nervously, recognizing Commodore's influence for what it was -- before his expression abruptly shifted to a flatlined, colder stare. "Fine then. Why don't you two have a nice date and show us 'foreigners' how it's done? This one wouldn't shut up about us doing it wrong."

Then Harry shivered, his face twitching rapidly left and right as control transferred back to him. Exemplifying the perfect date appeared to be the last thing on his mind. "Cripes," grumbled the tiger under his breath, "we're going to both look like we're hopped up on something, at this rate."

"Eh, relax," said an unconcerned Teryx as he settled back in his chair and read the room. Thirty-ish other patrons, all focused on their own table banter and/or food. "No one's staring. Despite how much our friends overestimated the place, this is definitely a steakhouse, just not an ideal one. Seriously, the prices..." Teryx realized as he said it that he could remember the exact price of his order -- which, of course, he didn't remember ordering.

"Ugh..." grunted Harry. "Wanna slip off somewhere else?"

"Well, that depends. Did we already order?"

"Yes. Standard cuts, but--"

"--then let's stay. It's already not the most expensive loss I've had in the name of this venture." Teryx sort of grinned.

Harry gulped in embarrassment and sat back in his chair, doing his best to relax and get his buff-and-tough-guy exterior reassembled. "I uh... sorry, about the beach house."

"Oh, it's not your fault." Teryx wave a hand and shook his head slightly.

Harry wasn't so willing to accept the notion. Shrugging, he rumbled in his chet and said, "Weeeell, kiiiinda?" The latter word trailed off into a purry "hrrr" sound of nervousness. "See, I really like fire, and--"

"I know. I mean, it's not like you chose it. Your new boss did, let's say."

"Right. My new boss." Harry nodded. "So what's up with all this... haven't they had dinner before?"

Quietly and thoughtfully, Teryx said, "Yes, but usually not with me blacked out entirely and the only other person to play off of socially also being one of them."

"I, er... I'm a little new at this. You mind running that by me again?"

Teryx sat thoughtfully and took a sip of the water on the table nearby. It occurred to him that these were newly assembled conclusions of his own, forged in the heat of the moment by the glaring example the circumstances had just set.

"When you get down to it," said Teryx, "I don't... think that they understand the subjective value of anything on their own, except maybe the worth of their host. Though, I suppose that makes sense as an adaptation, doesn't it? Navigating such details is something they need us for."

"Watch your words," said a suddenly stone-faced Harry.

"You watch yours and I'll watch mine," Commodore shot back, like one bureaucrat grumping to another.

Teryx had control again, and Harry was blinking off his own confusion as control returned to him as well.

"Gods, this outfit is a little overdone," commented Teryx as he looked down at the almost-a-tuxedo setup the Commodore had chosen for him. It technically wasn't wrong, but it lacked Teryx's keener sense of fashion for the place where they were eating. An overpriced steakhouse was not necessarily all that refined, and it showed in the dress of the others who were eating there.

"Well, that part's my fault. When uh, mine asked,'s -- he tapped an index finger near his ear and then wiggled the thumb toward his mouth as if to pantomime having had a phone call -- "I said you'd look good in it. You do by the way."

"Heh, kinda... still pointlessly expensive though." The dragon shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Is that dragon miserliness talking?"

"Pfft, that's a myth. We just like nice things." Teryx then grinned and made finger-pistols at him: "Also! Welcome to having a relaxed conversation. You're so much less of a posturing ass when you're afraid. It's actually kind of cute."

"Hey! You like the posturing ass."

Teryx's voice dropped to a low murmur, feigning tipsiness as he leaned across the table and said, "Mmm, I sometimes like what the posturing ass can do for my ass, but that's neither here nor there~"

"Yep, totally a dragon," sneered Harry.

"Did I ever claim to be something else? A lion perhaps? I know all the lovely hair can be confusing."

"Oh shush." Harry folded his arms and half-shut his eyes as he looked down at the table and pouted. "Well, if you were trying to get me out of that 'real talk' mood and back to my usual crabby self, you've succeeded."

"I'd love to have you in it," said Teryx shrewdly, "but probably back at your place or mine. Talking quietly is such a pain and a bore."

"Heh, well... not tonight. Mine, uh, wants to do something private after."

"No worries. I'll catch that tiger tail of yours again soon." That got a snort out of Harry but no proper response. "Oh, and my apologies if I seem at all 'out of it' myself. I'm not prepared, and I think you understand why."

"Oh yeah. I already know." Harry leaned in almost conspiratorially before winking and whispering. "You've, uh, you've doomed our planet, yanno that, right?"

Teryx sat straighter upright and tapped two finger claws thoughtfully together. "I'd... rather not think of it quite that way."

"Yeah, well you. You... you know."

"Sooort of?"

The tiger blinked twice and made some breathless word-motions with his mouth. He looked as if he were having a nervous tic or a momentary partial seizure.

"Guess you better try that again?" asked Teryx.

"We're going to be fine and everyone is going to enjoy themselves," said the tiger with a sudden smile. "Especially us!"

Teryx shrank back in his seat, but kept his composure, as he observed the too-big smile and the vast array of pearly teeth it involved.

"You might wanna tone down the smile a little," whispered the dragon.

"Oh? Did I get too animated for you?" asked the suddenly wide-eyed and forward-leaning tiger.

"For the context, yes," said Teryx.

"Oh, right. Fine. I'll strike that bit from the record and move on."

Harry shut his eyes for a moment and sort of... froze. Ten seconds later he blinked as if waking up from almost falling asleep. Then he looked around as if confused. "Erp... how'd we get here?"

"We're just having a date, silly," said Teryx. "Can't you remember?"

Teryx almost wanted to feel like a bad person for saying that, but he could not. His ego was pumping up with some sort of sweet neurotransmitter cocktail that the Commodore was oozing into his system. It felt so good to be the competent one right now, because competency was social power within the dynamics that were starting to form among them.

The tiger itched ponderingly at his left ear with one finger. "I coulda swore... man, I don't feel good. I'm not sure I should--"

"Have some water," Teryx insisted. "You said you were feeling thirsty before. Maybe the heat is getting to you."

The tiger looked around considering this. It was kind of warm in there, which made the suggestion plausible.

"Fine, I'll wait for them to bring our food at least. Sorry if I'm a little off for this dinner. Ech, dunno what's wrong with me."

"Oh, don't be a big baby kitten."

"Hey, no way," snapped the tiger. "I just really feel weird, man. It's, ah..."

"Fine, fine~" Teryx waved a hand to shush him. "We'll just have our dinner and then head back to my place?"

"Oh. No, I've got a thing early tomorrow, need to sleep in my own bed and actually sleep."

Teryx nodded, successfully pretending that he hadn't expected the response.

"Also... hope I'm not catching something," said Harry. "Hate to get your cute nose stuffy."

"Pff, dragons don't tend to get sick like that. Besides, I bet you're going to be fine."

The tiger seemed unconvinced. He gestured vaguely around his neck and upward. "Something in my head just feels... hot. I don't get it."

"Stop obsessing," Teryx coaxed.

The tiger shook his head a little more vigorously than normal, but then he settled down. "Yeah, don't wanna be one of those, how do you say it..."

"Hypochondriacs?"

"Yeah. That. Probably just a little stuffed up with wax or something."

"I'm sure you'll remember to check thoroughly for that," said Teryx with a smirk.

"Well, yeah... of course I will?"

Teryx let his smile fade slowly. "I'm only playing with you."

The two were saved from the awkwardness moments later by their steaks arriving, at which point Harry's mouth became too tigerishly full of meat to comment further.

* * *

At Commodore's "suggestion," Teryx hopped a quick bus home after dinner to get out of the too-fancy getup and take a rest.

As he lay resting in bed alone, Commodore inquired about a few things.

Where did that observation from earlier tonight come from, about us needing you for subjective processing? You haven't thought about it that way with me before.

"I guess it took seeing someone else in my situation to realize it fully," said Teryx, speaking quietly aloud in the dark in response to Commodore's words for a change.

It is eerily astute. Talking to Sir via his host has made that fact clear to me as well, on the several occasions when we have... fully muted both of your respective minds in order to speak directly to one another.

"Well, you're incomplete beings without your hosts... what's so confusing about it? You already know it."

Yes, but it means there is a dimension to social correctness and "passing" within your cultures that we remain blind to, but apparently have gotten away with up until this point. It stuns me that I have operated you at work and in homosexual venues for months now without it becoming a significant issue.

"Well, at work we're sort of expected to be either corporate drones or charismatic assholes anyway... and you can borrow established habits for either directly from my memory. The place is super familiar, and so are the people. For the sexy stuff... you actively used me while awake until you got loads and loads of data to work with. It's new people and places that require new judgments -- those can trip you up. You don't necessarily know what combinations of my habits and reactions are appropriate, or if I even have ones established that can be matched to the circumstances."

Reading people and situations without being inside their heads... is a tricky prospect. Using logic to model likely outcomes is easy, given data, but reading situations while they happen... not so much. It is one of the reasons why I usually leave you awake but operating as my full-body puppet when meeting someone for the first time. You think things and react to things. These reactions are useful.

"Yeah. If you want to hunt it down and find it for your own purposes, we definitely have machinery for those kinds of social tasks. I'm sure mine is tucked away somewhere in the parts of my head you don't go to as much. Sir might be doing that a little more with Harry due to his artsy bent, but to be honest it sounds like he doesn't get emotional value as anything more than a chemical numbers game either. Of course, either of you can figure it out by just simulating how I'd feel about something, but you'd have to have more data first. Like if you knew what that restaurant looked like and made me dream about being there in the outfit you were considering, you'd indirectly trigger those parts of my brain and learn my response to it."

Commodore seemed surprised. You're being... awfully serene and helpful tonight. Much more so than Sir, who was spending every available moment gloating about progress he made recently with extracting sustenance from Harry. And stop thinking that I would do the same thing -- I would not!

"You wouldn't, because you're partly me."

Right now.

"Sir is part Harry. We both know the tiger acts full of himself to keep his insecurities at bay. I can't imagine that would have changed any."

If I'm honest, appropriating some of your mental faculties like this? The notion that someone genetically identical to myself can become so different simply by plugging into different parts of the same brain, let alone different brains entirely, is somewhat... well, you would call it 'existentially terrifying.' As soon as I unplug from you, even a little bit, I crisply remember the truth. That I am wearing this body like a combination of a mask and a computer with a different OS than the one I natively possess. You change my ability to experience the world, which in turn changes the output of my... personality, if one can call it that.

"Heh. This body might make a philosophically reflective person out of you yet."

There was a long pause. Doubtful. At the very least, I doubt I would retain much of it if separated from you for too long. I can carry a modest amount of data from host to host in the short term, but my true body does not have the same bulk of wet personality storage that yours does.

Teryx smiled broadly, feeling a strong emotion as he listened to Commodore discussing those things. When the slug had finished, Teryx commented, "I know it might still be hard to believe, but I'm truly on your team. I never won't be. You're the one for me... seriously."

Commodore lingered again on the silence after Teryx's last word. Soon, he responded, Hmm... I understand the neurochemistry behind what is happening right now, but I do not understand this supposed higher loyalty which you are implying. I am very sure that you are claiming that your loyalty transcends neurochemistry, but that seems impossible.

"Then consider it an invitation... to stop being tripped up by your instincts, and to hook deeper into mine. Wear both my body and mind like a skin, and learn. What you do with it is up to you."

Hmmmmmn...

Teryx felt his senses gradually dulling. Commodore was slowly blacking him out, taking away bit by bit of his perception until all that could be heard or felt was the thumping of his heart in his chest.

The dragon felt his mind wandering in a way which felt deliberately guided. He visualized scenes of life and mating, scenes of bonding, and scenes of loss. He visualized the moment in the beachhouse when he had tried to get the "water" out of his ear and discovered it was actually something much different. Then he visualized warmth and light, peppered by a gentle rain with a rainbow overhead. Not a pride-colors bright rainbow, but one of those paler, mistier ones that had a serenely regal presence. The rain fell on the city's streets and alleys in the budding light of dawn, and Teryx felt at peace with what was inside of him.

The scenes faded back to darkness. In that darkness, Teryx could feel the other mind touching his -- honestly and without masking. It was cold and alien -- mathematical but nonverbal. He could feel the incessant droning of Commodore's instincts, which were only to expand and to control, endlessly and forever. The alien horror of that mind gazed into the contented, drizzling rains of Teryx's thoughts -- and found them every bit as alien.

The alien darkness subsided. Sensation returned, albeit as a puppet.

Commodore Teryx sat up in his bed -- stretched, and said aloud, "Yeah, that's just weird. It's better this way." Then he got back out of bed and began dressing himself.

Er. No sleeping I suppose, commented Teryx.

"Not yet. You'll be heading to a late-night club for the sake of... seeking new personnel."

Oh. I thought that was for Sunday.

Commodore was smug. "It will be Sunday by the time I'm in him. I'm sure of it."

Okay, but let me assemble normal clubbing clothes this time!

Commodore relinquished control. Do it.

* * *

The "men's club" of choice for the night was called The Warm Dark -- a place that Teryx had only briefly scoped out during some previous wandering. It was a genuinely upscale place with a golden and yellow motif, orange mood lighting, and ornamental fabrics draped over everything, many in bronzes and reds to complement the other colors.

From inside, the designs of the walls and furniture screamed "adult exhibitionist playground" with harem undertones. There was an emphasis on open areas: a large barroom with lounge-style seating, and a more open game room with billiards and table-tennis tables, along with several sofas and daybeds that surrounded exotic and erotic structures, such as some small warm-water pools for doing pedicures in full view of the rest of the room. Privacy seemed to be lacking, with no obvious private booths at all... but he had heard things tended to get "lively" later on, when the lights would be dimmed nearly to nothing, leaving the room in the pale darkness that only species with great night vision could properly navigate. Not surprisingly, predatory mammals known for good night-time senses seemed to be common patrons... although there were a few examples of species with terrible nightvision, who perhaps enjoyed the thrill of what would eventually transpire.

Teryx stood among them wearing a nice, open jacket matching his darker blue body tones, along with matte black trousers. Not too much, but also not too little.

Do remember that your goal is to find someone ideal to infest with my latest clone, Commodore nudged. Preferably someone muscular, handsome, and reproductively healthy -- someone who looks like he can get laid easily but lacks obvious long-term relationship connections. It's shallow and a bit redundant given your and Harry's status, but our data so far suggests that such a host gets the job done, and we don't have the numbers to be overly experimental just yet. As I reminded my counterpart just the other night...

That confirmed that there was still more to Sir and Commodore's rivalry that wasn't being discussed. For the moment, however, the rain dragon let it go.

Teryx kept casually glancing around the area, showing no signs that anything was unusual, as he thought back, I find it interesting that you're pointing it all out, instead of programming me to do it without question.

Commodore laughed in his thoughts. Well, it makes little difference in this case, but I do so enjoy giving you orders and feeling your poor, corrupted ego respond to them.

Teryx wore a grin as he made his way over among some four feline twenty-somethings -- two snow leopards, a manx cat, and a puma, all of relatively average build -- who were sitting on a pair of sofas near a currently unplayed billiards table.

There's nothing corrupt about my ego, Teryx asserted as he looked over the group. It is as pristine and as pure as fresh rainwater.

Of course, certainly! replied Commodore with all of his expected snideness.

"Hey gents," said Teryx to the felines. "So ah, when do the real after-dark bits tend to start in these parts? And more importantly, where?"

The men looked among each other and gave each other awkward, "I don't want answering this to be my responsibility" types of glances. They gave the immediate vibe of being relatively inexperienced with adult venues -- nervous, and sticking together because of it. By the time one of the sneps was about to stammer out a reply, someone else spoke up from off to Teryx's left side: a big wolf in his early thirties with bluish-gray body fur and fluffy white underfur.

"We're not too methodical around here, despite how ritzy it all looks," said the deep-voiced man. "Usually the lights go out a bit after midnight, but it's the proprietor's call. There's 'special' rooms in the back if you know who to ask."

"Aren't there always," said Teryx with a suave grin.

"Heh. Date, or just cruising?"

"Mm, coasting... slow and lonely upon the cool night air."

With that poetic answer, Teryx turned to examine him more fully. The wolf was wearing a black vest with matching gloves, wrapped at the wrists with white cloth, for what looked like reasons of both style and comfort. His head and neck sported a spiky arrangement of darker blue hair, in what appeared like a hybridization between a wolven mane and ordinary head hair. A small white patch near the front of that hair had been arranged like a quail's plume, rising over his forehead and bobbing a bit when his head moved or his face emoted strongly.

The wolf grinned a bit and seemed to suppress a chuckle at Teryx's description. A bit charmed, perhaps. "Name's Rale," he said as he stood up, making his bright red shorts more obvious and giving Teryx a better glimpse at his muscular yet fluffy legs. "Think I've seen you before... Teryx Commodore, right?"

"Indeed, though I must've missed seeing you at whatever event we both attended." Teryx said it immediately, and not by his own choice: Commodore had taken the wheel, presumably because he had more access to certain memories that Teryx himself did not. The sudden loss of control sent a prickling sensation through Teryx's perception and made his groin feel warm.

Give it to me rough, Commodore~! Teryx mentally teased him.

If this hunt goes well, perhaps he can do that for you.

He does look like fun, and I like his willingness to jump right in...

Out in the external world, "Teryx" and Rale were continuing to talk. The wolf introduced himself in a cursory fashion, mentioning that he thought he saw Teryx and another date win an informal "hottest couple" award at a different club a month ago, which "Teryx" treated nonchalantly as "just a one-off thing," which it in fact had been. Soon they were walking together and talking about shallow but fun topics, ranging from fashion to hair care and how they each felt about some of the latest gossip in the clubbing scene. When it got into the more conversational bits, Commodore put Teryx back in the hotseat, using him to take Rale's questions in the most organic way possible. Being silently switched back into some semblance of control also did something more for Teryx's arousal, and for a time he was walking around with a visible bulge in his trousers.

Rale noticed -- and certainly didn't seem to mind. Teryx played the bulge off as if it wasn't even there, yet managed to lean against walls and stretch a bit in just the right way to give Rale the hint that he didn't mind having his goods examined. Rale responded by asking Teryx to pose for a few selfies, which Rale took at the normal torso-up level before dropping abruptly for a crotch shot for the last one.

With a smirk on his lupine face, Rale showed Teryx the pic and whispered confidently, "Someone's in a fun mood, eh?"

Teryx smiled back. "Yes, it seems so." The smile deepened. "Someone most handsome, and with a good sense of how to frame something large within a snug pair of pants."

"Dragons, man..." commented Rale, sounding a little exasperated, while rolling his eyes and putting the phone away.

"Come now, dragons what?" Teryx grinned at him and swished his tail. "You're the first one in here who was kind enough to answer me when I had a serious question, so I've wondered what other curiosities you might satisfy."

The wolf couldn't help giving a slow chuckle at that, though his tone sounded somewhat weary. "To be honest," said Rale, "I'm used to being the one who gets in everyone else's pants around here, not the other way around. You're the same, right? One of those man-magnet types who convinces whoever he wants to do whatever he wants?"

"My reputation may need some work if that's what you've heard," said Teryx, doing his best to sound just a little scandalized. "I don't force my will onto anyone. I consider lovemaking to be the most collaborative of all affairs."

"Really," the wolf snorted. "So you're not some guy who teases like a bottom but insists on topping every time?"

"Well. Mostly," said Teryx, winking. "As long as you can out-wrestle me... though, if I'm in the right mood I might let you win. When it comes to those encounters, the strength of my arms is equal to the size of my ego, minus my compassion and how hungry I feel for the rush that comes with losing physical control." He brushed a hand under his chin and added, "My desires are complex, but I think you'd find the math checks out."

"You're damned forward," Rale told him.

Teryx kept smiling: "And you're wearing an outfit that says, 'Spar with me, then wrestle with me in the shower until one of us wins, because when one of us wins in that special way, both of us win.'" He smiled wide and gazed into the wolf's eyes. "Besides, you remembered me from a couples' contest." He made a finger pistol at Rale. "Totally envious!"

"What? No! I only remembered the name."

Teryx chuckled. "Don't be insecure; I'm teasing!"

"Uh-huh. So what, you think I can get you into one of the special rooms? 'Cause I can't."

"Goodness no -- at least, that's no requirement. Why not have a drink together first and then we can... feel things out, a bit better, hm?"

The wolf scratched the back of his head. "Tempting as that is, doing stuff in public isn't quite my thing. A lot of the people here go for that in these wide-open rooms, once the lights get real low."

"Oh, there's no need to stay here at the club. I presume we're both not homeless." Teryx's grin was smug, wide, and horny.

Rale had a bulge too now, but he looked subtly angry in spite of it. Nevertheless, he subdued that flicker of emotion and said, "Sure, let's have that drink." He beheld Teryx's body from head to toe again. "I think I could try something new for the night."

Teryx laughed. "Ooh, you're calling me a 'something.' Perhaps you'll end up speaking my language before the night's over after all."

The wolf just shook his head, refusing to comment further on that. Eventually he started chuckling, and Teryx made a "blep" face at him with narrow, taunting eyes.

"Let's get the damn drinks, you fruity-ass dragon."

"Please, there's no need to discriminate based on diet. Besides, I came here looking for, ah, eggplant." He gestured both hands in the vague shape of one.

Rale shook his head faster and moved swiftly over towards the bar counter.

* * *

For the ensuing hour, Rale and Teryx proceeded with ordinary and fun impromptu club date, with Rale's initial tension seeming to be put aside and forgotten. Teryx gradually lightened up on the charm and became somewhat more serious as he continued to read the man. He was meeting the wolf's gruffer exterior halfway in the name of getting into his pants -- which the wolf ended up both noticing and acknowledging he was doing well at.

Commodore did not forget, and remained silently alert for possible threats from the man, but it remained a simple fact of life that he wasn't inside of Rale's head and couldn't know everything that was going on behind those lupine eyes... yet.

"Well, I get it," Rale eventually admitted. "Why people say you disarm 'em until they don't want to resist."

"It's possible that I've played the seduction game before," said Teryx with a little smile. "Also, thank you for admitting you've heard more about me than my name. I was waiting." He winked.

"Pfft. Anyway, now I really am a little envious." said Rale. "Lots of the time it's full machismo or bust for me, but you seem pleasant just to talk to."

"It all depends on whom one is hanging out with, I think," said Teryx. "There are places where that's perfect, but I like to glide here and there sampling different venues."

"Hmm. Well... what do you say, one more drink and let's head back to my place?"

"Sure! Is that far? Personally, I'm across town."

"Five minute walk, about as easy as it comes. I could drag you there on my arm if I had to." He chuckled.

"Perfect!"

All of this seemed splendid... which made it terribly disappointing when that final drink turned out to be a heavily dosed roofie.

Commodore, not yet experienced with high-powered sleep drugs, did not manage to stop Teryx from fading out as Rale led him out onto the street in a well-timed and definitely practiced fashion.

"I may have played the seduction game a time or two myself," Rale muttered as he hoisted the evening's piece of dragon ass and moved as if he was helping a very drunk friend walk away.

Rale hadn't mentioned, but the five minute walk was mostly back alleys. This just happened to be the nearest club to his current home.

* * *

Commodore to host. Commodore to host, please respond.

It was awkward for Teryx to hear Commodore speaking in his own headvoice and saying those words. Remind me never to take a job saying things over an intercom; it sounds lame, muttered Teryx. Why's everything all fuzzy and warm?

His eyes came open, but the room around him was dark. A musky scent filled his nostrils and he felt... kinda great. Were those Rale's balls rocking back and forth against his snout? And why was that ass looming and gyrating above him?

You're not supposed to be feeling great, observed Commodore. He spiked you. I've done what I can, but the drug mix is unfamiliar. He gave us something else after he got home.

Guess I won't complain, thought Teryx, in a way which objectified his own bodily sensations. Why'm I so hard? Feels like my dick's a squirt gun.

He's enjoying the thrill of using you while you're so compliant, Commodore explained. I suppose he didn't think he could toy with you like this in a fair encounter. Ironically, if he had only asked nicely, I'm sure you could have been persuaded.

There's so much pre, from me and from him. It's running down my nose and I'm just... licking it up. You're not making me do that; I'm just doing it 'cause it's awesome.

Indeed. Well, no one would ever accuse you of being anything less than a good, horny prettyman when you've been brought low, said Commodore with some dark humor in his tone.

The detached commentary felt surreal and strangely fun, as if Teryx and Commodore were sharing a bucket of popcorn together and objectifying his poor, drugged-up flesh -- malleable, moist meat-sack that it was. Teryx felt like Commodore's normally alien perspective was somehow more intuitively relatable like this.

Seriously, he should've just asked, observed Teryx. Now we can't let him get away with it, and that's going to ruin all the fun.

Very true. I suspect he's revving you up so you'll let him ride you. Which is why I have a plan...

In his drugged haze, Teryx felt a sudden imperative. He must sit up, pushing his face up against that package. Nuzzling against the balls... pressing in against the girth of the base as the furry scrotum scooted out of the way.

Commodore willed it. It was not direct body puppetry, but a meta-will that bent Teryx's own into direct compliance -- a trickle of chemical whispers in his head that he could continue to follow in the face of what Rale had used on him.

"Someone wants it bad," said the wolf, clearly amused by Teryx's evident hunger to submit.

"Oh yeah," said Teryx in a sultry, needy voice. "You haven't seen this side of me, hun..."

It was a scripted sentence, calculated by Commodore to hit the horny wolf in just the right way.

"Heh, I bring that out in people," said Rale as he pressed his shaft base hard against Teryx's nose, inviting a deep sniff from the dragon, "'Cause I take what I want, and that's that. There's no charming me."

"Mm, you say that, but this feels like all my dreams are coming true~"

The wolf grabbed him, hoisted him upright, and then tossed him onto a bed whose outline Teryx could just make out in the dimness. He rolled over onto his back, erection prominent, and reached up to grab the wolf's waist in reply.

Rale wasn't expecting Teryx's grip to be any good right now, but it was, and the dragon yanked him successfully onto the bed beside him.

"Bloody hell, do drugs go through you like water or what?"

"Snuggle me," breathed Teryx, as if far too addled to make sense of what Rale had just said. "I need to feel your warmth against my chest before I feel it inside me..."

Rale growled in frisky enjoyment. "Heh... of course you do."

In a flurry of motion and a rustling of the covers, they ended up dick-to-dick with Rale on top, gazing at him before giving Teryx's snout a single rough lick. He ground against the dragon, their firm meats squishing together and their pecs flexing against each other as the wolf pressed lower to nibble at the dragon's neck. Teryx could feel those long teeth getting into the base of his mane fur...

Teryx began nuzzling inward, nibbling and licking at the other man's shoulder in reply. Then there was the adorable plea: "Can I... be on top for just a second? Maybe with the light on? I wanna look down at how handsome you are."

Rale rolled onto his side, tapped a nearby touch lamp to generate a modicum of light, revealing both of their nude forms and the simple white sheets of the old, somewhat cheap-looking bed. Rale then grabbed hold of Teryx's shoulders and pushed the dragon up in a show of strength, akin to bench-pressing him by the waist and torso. "Look all you like, slut," said Rale. "Then you're gonna help lube me up so that tight-looking ass can be mine."

Teryx inhaled deeply while his cock throbbed below him and grazed teasingly against Rale's upright one. "You smell so good, man... ahh, let me, let me down to hug you..."

Rale did so. Just enough. Just enough for Teryx to get in and push against him, head against head. A nestled, tight, druggedly adoring hug.

Mane against fluffy neck. Ear against ear.

Rale, presumably, had figured that it didn't matter too much if Teryx was regaining some dexterity as long as he remained mentally compliant. In circumstances not involving brain-manipulating aliens from another world, he might have even been right.

However, in this unusual case, Rale was very wrong.

A chemical daze rushed through Teryx as he... technically regained solo control of himself, stupor notwithstanding. He could feel the instant surge of silence and loneliness as Commodore detached. There was a fullness in his ear that rapidly increased.

Teryx moaned without intending to, as he felt the only other being in the universe who truly understood him leaving his ear for now and entering Rale's. Then Rale was trying to shove him aside, but Teryx was gripping him without remorse.

In fact, Teryx was gripping him extremely well. Because Teryx was experiencing an adrenaline rush -- a delayed parting shot from Commodore's bag of tricks.

Heart pounding and muscles bulging, Teryx told Rale: "Just let it happen. It'll feel good."

Rale growled at the gross feeling of something wet slipping into his ear. Quietly and severely, he asked Teryx what the hell it was, but the dragon was mum. Then the wolf's eyes shot wide -- his body spasmed erratically all over, and he shivered and struggled for a few seconds more before abruptly going blank, limp, and idle. Commodore had quickly located an "off" switch for his normal consciousness and pressed it without a second thought.

Teryx glanced at Rale's erection and crawled down to it, now beginning to lick at it willingly. Not because of any desire to make Rale feel anything, but in a kind of delirious act of worship toward the being he knew would soon be taking control. He must feed the Commodore by making Rale experience pleasure... so that Commodore could bud and reproduce as soon as possible, and then get back into Teryx! The adrenaline was fading, but he didn't feel as exhausted as he usually might, just a bit jittery as he thought of how to help Commodore's life cycle along.

Rale's body, even in this state, was receptive to Teryx's treatment. His fingers would occasionally twitch, digging into the bedcovers. His balls tightened from the dragon's relentless stimulation, but he did not cum yet.