FSE

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What the road holds ahead

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by RPadi

A white lion attired in a beautiful black suit walked outside the ruins of an abandoned Diner in the middle of nowhere. The wind had taken away most of the evidence, but the air still reeked of fear and cowardice from the two faggots who dared to cross him. Still, he blamed himself for trusting the braindead who suggested them for the work, and whose brain matter was still covering the lion's bloody fists. It was all a chain of very bad decisions that started from the sudden raid on his laboratory. And now he had bigger trouble on his hands.

Around him were several unlicensed black vehicles and one large truck. Several males attired in black suits searched the perimeter, while a small group wearing white biohazard suits walked through the Diner. One of them, a small raccoon, took off his mask and approached the lion, who had stopped at the other side of the road.

"We found living tissue that matches the specimen's DNA. Judging by what we found, it hatched, boss," he announced after cleaning the sweat from his forehead.

"I thought you said no other host has survived the hatching process," the lion replied while looking straight to the ground.

"We're not sure what was different in this case. The fire destroyed most of the cocoon, and without that and the current host we can't determine the causes."

"I don't pay a brilliant mind to be useless. If you can't give me an answer then bring someone who can."

"I understand this might be frustrating but we don't have enough data to-"

The raccoon couldn't finish his sentence. The white lion held him by the neck and pulled him down until he got his face close enough to the asphalt.

"You see this? An oil stain. Why don't you take a closer look? You will notice how fresh it is," the lion roared, pressing the raccoon's face against the stain mentioned. "No one would have a reason to stop at an abandoned Diner except if you were looking or waiting for someone. And we know our courier had a partner waiting for him. You see it now?"

"E-e-even if he met w-w-with someone, we don't know how that affected!" The raccoon cried as the lion continued rubbing his face over the asphalt.

"But you accept someone else was present, maybe during the hatching process. Did we ever put two test subjects together? No, I don't think we did," that said, he pushed the raccoon away from him and stood out, cleaning the dirt out of his suit. "They're relatives. Find an answer with that."

The lion then talked in a strong voice to the other agents. "Listen well, everyone. We're dealing with two fugitive dragons. They have an advantage of several hours so we must hurry. Find everything you can about them. Family, friends, addresses, anything. And keep the blue one alive, he's the current host."

Like a Swiss clock, the thugs dressed in black left in their respective vehicles, including the lion, leaving the scientist to deal with the mess YongSeop and Bheni left behind that morning.

The clock marked 3:43 PM. The monotonous sound of the clock hand never managed to surpass the low volume of the music played in the speakers, yet it somehow found its way into the rabbit's sensitive ears, hammering the little patience he had left. Larry was checking the pack of cookies, throwing away the expired ones, and putting apart those about to expire, hoping to sell them at a lower price--as dictated by the company policy.

He was in no rush. But he wasn't being careful either, throwing the packages with little care into a basket. Responsibility and dedication weren't needed in his actual position, working in a generic store located on one side of the road. The lack of clients and the buzz from the fluorescent lights above his head, combined with the same playlist that he had been listening to multiple times, acted as the perfect combination to push Larry into a perpetual depressive state, wondering what led to him ending up in that situation. He sighed heavily, and his ears went flat. He made himself that question more often than he would like to admit.

Someone finally walked into the store. Larry's ears tracked the position of someone big, but it wasn't enough to caught his interest, who continued his mundane task as slowly as possible. He heard the client walking through the store, picking products from the aisle behind him. Moments later he opened the freezer. Larry imagined a large, heavy species like a crocodile or a bull. His nose perceived a weak scent of sweat that wasn't his, not surprising considering how punishing was the Sun at that hour. That was the bait that finally attracted the rabbit's attention, forcing him to stop what he was doing and take a deep breath, moving his head around like a hunter looking for his prey.

The client cleared his throat, and Larry looked towards the cash register, where he found a huge dragon standing there. A shiver ran down his spine, tensing up his full body. The folded wings weren't just for show, as the reptile was, indeed, massive. Judging by the broad shoulders and back, he packed huge muscles under the open shirt he was wearing, and the short pants barely fit a set of thick thighs that Larry knew could tear the cloth apart if he dared to flex.

The mere sight of him was alluring already, as proven by the throbbing bulge Larry hurried to cover. The embarrassment was enough to wake him up and stop any possible fantasy to start playing in his mind. What a stud, he thought, confused by the weak tremble from his hands and his heartbeats increasing with each passing second. Doubtful, he left his task to attend to the dragon, only to feel his lust increase the closer he was to the register.

The reptile stood still, wobbling his head at the rhythm of the song coming through the speakers. He acted oblivious to Larry's presence, like another driver waiting to get back on track. However, the subtle movement of his tail looked like a mating call for the rabbit that had his hormones all messed up by his sheer presence. It was so intense in a way he couldn't explain.

His front side was so much better. A dragon of scales orange like the sun setting on the horizon and eyes green like shiny emeralds. The open shirt left exposed the big and sweaty pecs, larger than his hands; the abs he packed could easily stop a punch in the gut and still felt soft for his head to rest on them. Despite the age visible in his silver mane, his expression carried a youth to which he felt immediately jealous but also attracted. He greeted Larry with a smile that showed his threatening fangs, a sight that made his heart skip a beat while at the same time played a series of fantasies in his head.

"Slow day, huh?" The dragon asked casually in a playful tone.

"Y-yeah! Not a lot of people driving by at this hour," Larry replied in a rush. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled at a client. It felt weird, and for some reason, he was confident it would attract the dragon.

"Must be boring. Lonely too."

"Kinda, yeah."

Larry began to scan the products. Beers, sodas, chips. It was a lot for one person, but he was a big guy. It took a lot of mental effort not to squeeze the products, and he failed to scan them a couple of times. "Fuck, he smells so good", the rabbit thought, fighting back the urge to hump the air. The musk coming from the dragon was so intense he started to feel dizzy after some seconds.

"You work alone here?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"What type of question is that?" Larry yelled in his mind. Was the dragon about to make him a proposition? Not even a porn movie was that fast. Although he wouldn't mind. A discretee look at his bulge gave him an idea of how big he was down there.

"I know the feeling. I spend a lot of time driving alone it's impossible not to want some company."

Larry looked outside and found an 18-wheeler parked on the other side of the road. He imagined himself on the passenger seat, trapped in a small cabin with that massive stud for hours, under the suffocating sun and the intoxicating musk driving him mad in lust. The image came to life before his eyes: the dragon driving and Larry looking through the window, then he turned to his right and saw his huge cock resting over the wheel, asking for some attention.

"W-w-would you need any-anything else?"

"No. That's gonna be all."

"It will be $18.50."

It required all of his non-existent professionalism to stop himself from making any advances, despite his need to press his face against the dragon's sweaty pecs. He saw no disappointment in his expression as he proceeded to pay, which someone calmed down his lust momentarily. With a nod and a smile, the dragon took his bag and left the store, leaving Larry to drop a heavy sigh as soon as he left and the door closed behind him. The lingering musk in the air made his knees weak, and he had to hold from the counter.

"God, what a man..." he whispered.

However, as the dragon walked away, so did his fantasies. And the flame burning in his chest began to die, no longer fueled by the mysterious aura coming from him. The musk went from alluring to disgusting pretty quickly. And Larry finally asked himself why he, a straight male all his life, was drooling over another male.

It has been the most interesting and bizarre event that had happened in his job. He resigned the day after.

Bheni grunted. The small map he took from the glovebox was now 4 times its size and he still couldn't find the spot he was looking for. The blue dragon leaned his head left and right, trying to make sense of the lines and colors and other symbols that looked like an alien language to him while asking how was that thing folded, to begin with.

"How the fuck Uncle understand this shit?" He said, now holding the 6-times-bigger map.

"You're holding it wrong," YongSeop asked from outside. When Bheni put the map down, he saw his uncle climbing back up the driver's seat. "It's sad to see you like that. You loved to read the map for me when you were a kid."

"Forgive me for choosing a GPS over this crap."

YongSeop couldn't hold his laugh at the show put by his nephew, who failed to fold back the map to its original shape. Before the frustration won over him, the old dragon snatched the map from his hands and crumpled it before throwing it out the window.

"I don't need that crap either. I have the map saved right here," and he pointed proudly at his head.

Bheni giggled. With a beer already in his hand, the blue dragon gave his uncle a playful bump on the shoulder and said:

"Yeah, I don't wanna bet my safety on a senile dragon, sorry for that."

"And who are you calling senile? I've been driving these roads before you even were born."

YongSeop snuck his hand under Bheni's tank top and tickled the sides of his belly as he did when he was a child. The reaction was immediate, with Bheni kicking and laughing hysterically, something that brought joy to YongSeop's face. "Stop!" Bheni screamed, holding his can of beer as steady as he could. It was the fear of a mess and not his nephew's pleas that stopped YongSeop moments later, who left a shaking and giggling dragon in his seat while he started the engine.

"I'm not used to these routes. That's all," Bheni admitted after he calmed down. A sip from his beer felt like a cold shower under that furious sun.

"A lot of these are not even on a map. I'm surprised there's a gas station still open. I feel bad for that rabbit, though."

"It happened again?"

YongSeop made a pause to look at both sides before driving back into the road.

"Its influence it's getting stronger. I messed up with his hormones just by standing there. He did a good job to keep it down but I was smelling his arousal."

"We won't be able to stop anywhere at this rate. I'm still embarrassed after last night. Poor officer."

"It didn't help he was so pent up already. It's weird how it didn't affect us."

"Probably because we're the carriers. But that must mean we have certain control over it. We just need to find a way to practice--or at least to communicate with it," Bheni mentioned that last part with certain weariness in his voice.

"Still nothing?"

"I heard it, but I can't make sense of what it says," it was now a grunt.

YongSeop looked at his nephew from the corner of his eye, who was chugging the rest of his beer. Since the incident at the Diner, Bheni had been trying to get in touch with the parasite living inside them, but aside from the thought of spreading its seed, none of them could understand its words. YongSeop didn't put much effort into it, thinking it was a matter of time. Bheni lacked patience. Or maybe he was too curious for his own good.

"We'll know what it says eventually. We're in no rush."

"All I know is that it wants us to leave its eggs around. But it doesn't seems to know this is not an ideal place."

YongSeop cleared his throat after what Bheni mentioned. That goal was made clear right after they left the Diner, but the dragon didn't expect a literal connotation. Even when the eggs didn't came straightly out of him, he spent an entire hour inside the container laying one egg after another while in his alien form.

"At least the eggs are safe," YongSeop replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "The next city seems like a good place to leave them."

"Yeah, something tells me they're ready to hatch. I wonder how it will be for any other host. Is it like a hive mind or something similar? Are they gonna make other people horny like we do? I really hate not knowing that!"

"Relax. We still need to get used to it. Give it a couple of days and maybe we'll understand what it says," YongSeop reached for him to pat him in the head, hoping for that to be enough.

Bheni crushed the empty can on his head and looked through the window, letting the strong roar of the engine soothe him as it always did. The desert panorama was the same no matter how much they advanced, but it was that monotony that had offered him peace so many times in the past.

Except for that one time. We're the carriers, that's what he said. But Bheni had made a good job pretending he wasn't lusting for his Uncle at that moment. While the effect was not as strong, it was still there, tempting the blue dragon like a tray of fresh-baked cookies. And Bheni knew why. But it was an uncomfortable answer that he was trying to avoid.

The straight road ahead invited YongSeop to step on the gas, and Bheni tried to relax as he felt the 18-wheeler move faster over the asphalt. But the questions continued blossoming in his mind like flowers, torturing a young dragon already too confused over the feelings he was developing towards YongSeop.

It was weird to think about him that way. Their encounter at the Diner pushed Bheni to embrace the sudden attraction that he felt for YongSeop, seeing him no longer as a relative but as a lover. He thought it was an in-the-heat-of-the-moment type of thing and brushed the thought away after they left. But it crawled back while he was asleep, and it brought too an increasing sexual attraction that slowly but surely was pulling Bheni towards his Uncle like a black hole about to devour a star.

Two days on the road and he still couldn't find an answer. Were those feelings something caused by the parasite? He merged better with YongSeop, after all, so it made sense to think the parasite preferred the better stud. But at the same, it made Bheni question the admiration he had expressed for his Uncle over the years. The time he spent in that same seat when he was young. The things he learned on his own to drive an 18-wheeler. The travels, dates, and reunions he rejected just to spend another weekend on the road. And the opportunities he ignored to pursue a simple and mundane dream like being a trucker, just to be like YongSeop. It was safe for him to say he had seen the orange dragon more than any other member of his family.

Bheni's entire life was a straight result of YongSeop's influence. He admired his Uncle. He wanted to be like him. Was correct to let those feelings turn into something else? Maybe... if only he wasn't his Uncle. Because that was another thing that bothered the blue dragon. They having sex was already outrageous and immoral, no matter the circumstances. And yet, it didn't cause him any remorse. All the contrary, the memory of that sweet moment of passion made him feel butterflies in his stomach and put a smile on his face. A part of him wanted to indulge in those feelings that he knew were reciprocated; another one was scared of being rejected by either YongSeop, family, or society; and one tiny part continued yelling loud enough how stupid he was for even considering a relationship with his Uncle.

That's where the odd taste was coming from. The idea of seeing YongSeop as something else than his Uncle was strange, even when he wanted to. The doubts pushed him to question his feelings, to wonder if he was really in love, respected his Uncle, or if the parasite was the one speaking for him. And the cycle started again. The frustration for not getting a clear answer was slowly building up inside his head, waiting for the right moment to blow up. If only the parasite could tell him if it had something to do with it, maybe that could make things easier.

"Bheni?"

His strong hand pulled him back to reality. Bheni turned in time to catch a glimpse of worry in YongSeop's eyes, who tried to hide it looking back to the road.

"Is everything ok, kiddo? You're not this quiet normally. It's starting to feel weird."

Bheni didn't understand at first. Then he noticed the stars above and the pain from the cold air finally getting through the scales of his right side. He got so lost in his thoughts and didn't notice night had fallen upon them.

"Yeah, sorry."

"If you wanna talk about..." YongSeop started to say, then doubted for a moment, "I mean, we don't need to pretend nothing happened. It was... I know it was strange."

The synthetic leather of the wheel squeaked under YongSeop's grasp. His failed attempt to pretend he wasn't evading Bheni's gaze did nothing but attract his attention even more. Bheni giggled, not used to seeing Uncle acting so shy. He always looked so strong and confident that Bheni never thought he was struggling too with what happened that night.

"I guess we can't keep pretending nothing happened," he dared to say.

Now both were avoiding each other's gaze like a couple of teenagers about to confess their feelings. Bheni pulled his window up and took deep breaths to gather some courage. He perceived the doubt in YongSeop too. His fat fingers drummed over the wheel, and his tail wagged from side to side behind his seat. Was he really trying to say something?

"How far is the next town?"

The words came out of Bheni's mouth without him thinking about them. The sudden change of topic took YongSeop by surprise, who adopted a different pose on his seat.

"Still a couple of hours away. The only problem with these routes is how far they are from civilization, but it's safer. We don't wanna cross paths with anyone."

Their pursuers. Bheni forgot completely about them. The identity of their former client or his intentions with that creature was still a mystery. A smuggler carrying an alien inside a suitcase doesn't sound like the plan a government organization would follow, so that left them with an illegal organization, rich and powerful enough to disappear two dragons if they ever land a hand on them.

"Do you think we can lose them?" Bheni asked, trying not to sound too hopeless.

"Heh, this senile dragon still has some tricks under the sleeve. I know a thing or two about disappearing. But in the worst case," YongSeop raised his right hand and let the symbiote come out, giving it a bigger and sharper look, "we can use this."

The symbiote went back into its liquid form and ran over YongSeop's body, stopping at his chest to adopt a broader look. Bheni was still impressed at how easily his Uncle gained control over the alien. Just a couple of days and he was using it as an extension of his body--no, as if it had always been a part of him. The fluid movements and the detailed shape it took were proof of how synchronized both beings were.

"Let's hope it never comes to that," Bheni replied.

Behind those words was his frustration over the lack of control Bheni had over the alien. While he still was able to call it out, his transformation was unstable and lasted less than YongSeop's. He couldn't transform specific parts of his body either. Whenever he tried he simply lost control and the slime went back into his body. He told Uncle it felt like moving inside an oversized suit. Uncle, a forever optimistic, said he would get used to it.

"That's what I hope for, but I won't stay arms crossed if they try to hurt you."

He meant that. Bheni knew Uncle wasn't a violent person unless someone dared to threaten his family. Under the light of his newfound feelings, the comment made him feel the blush under his cheeks.

YongSeop let out a long yawn and reduced the speed. "Hey kiddo, care to take the wheel?" He said.

"Sure."

The brake lights turned on momentarily while the dragons switched places. Then it gained speed again once Bheni took control of the truck. Driving should keep me distracted, that's what the blue reptile thought while he adjusted the seat to his height. And while it did help him, his attention was now focused on the road ahead, leaving him with no chance to notice the black Sedan that had been following them for the last couple of hours.

The white lion drove it with the lights off to stay hidden, using the night and his night vision to his advantage. His hands trembled from the drugs he had to inhale to stay awake during his pursuit and the thrill of the hunt, that fiery flame in his chest that he hadn't felt for a long time. A single touch to the revolver hanging from his hips was all he needed to calm down, powerful enough to penetrate the thick dragon scales. But he wasn't thinking of using it to kill those fuckers--his savagery wouldn't be appeased with a bullet to the head. He wanted to smash someone's head with his own fists.

His subordinates tried to convince him to let them take care of the duo after informing him of their location, but the Boss wanted to deal with them personally. The adrenaline only enhanced the drug effect and ruined his judgment. He wanted to experience once again the excitement of hunting someone down, just like the good ol' days.

The only thing they knew so far were their names: YongSeop and Bheni, being the last one the possible host. Both were renowned smugglers and experienced drivers. A shame he had to end their careers so abruptly, but at least the young dragon would give them some answers about that strange specimen that came from space. All he had to do was wait...

A siren played behind him, followed by the distinctive red and blue lights. The Boss looked through the rear mirror and saw a patrol vehicle behind. "Here, from all the places!" He roared. But the reptiles weren't the only ones being hunted, and the lion knew that was no time to get any unwanted attention. Against all odds, he turned on the lights and parked.

His savagery had to settle with a stranger for the moment.

The city lights appearing in the distance put a smile on Bheni's face. It was the first time in a while he felt relieved over the idea of getting out of the truck. Two days on the road were exhausting, even for him. And something told him Uncle felt the same way. With a sigh of relief, he moved his paw from the accelerator and gave the engine a moment to rest. He couldn't wait to stop at any motel and rest on an actual bed and eat something more than chips and canned food.

"Hey Uncle, we're almost there," Bheni called him out.

No answer. That wasn't a surprise. YongSeop was a heavy sleeper, after all. Bheni remembered well all the times he piled up things over his chest until either they fell or YongSeop woke up. It was a fun and harmless prank that even his Uncle enjoyed it. He laughed after seeing the mess around him. That laugh always made Bheni feel so happy. Still does. And not just his laugh.

YongSeop rarely acted like an adult when Bheni was around. He was like a big child trapped in an old body. That's why Bheni felt so comfortable around him. No one else offered the same tranquility as the dumb smile that was the punchline of his usual bad jokes.

His paw instinctively stepped on the brake. He couldn't distract for a second without his thoughts going back to YongSeop. All that peace he felt during the last three hours disappeared under the sudden weight put on by his fears and doubts. And the presence of the alien creature inside him came back to the surface as the only one to blame for his confusion.

"If you wanna talk about...". Bheni remembered YongSeop saying that. His Uncle really wanted to help. Or maybe he was confused too. They evaded talking about what happened and Bheni assumed it was because YongSeop had his mind clear about the incident. But maybe he had some doubts too. Maybe he needed to talk about it.

"Why this has to be so hard?" He grunted, sinking into the seat.

The truck came to a full stop and Bheni prepared himself to deal with those feelings. It was already excruciating to be so close to Uncle without jumping over to kiss him, and the only thing that stopped him from doing so was the risk of an accident. But at a motel room? Better to tackle that problem right now than make things awkward between them.

However, his hand stopped before pulling the blue curtain leading to the small cab where he slept. Between his focus on the road and the roar of the engine, Bheni never noticed the presence of the symbiote after YongSeop let him out. Now, it felt like a fire burning at the other side of the curtain. The blue dragon swallowed, and his hand trembled in doubt while that same fire spread to his chest, pushing aside not only his fears but his logic too.

Bheni resisted at first, but the creature's influence was stronger than him. He felt dizzy and fevered even without looking at it, the same way he felt at the Diner after YongSeop merged with it. It was scary and alluring at the same time. He couldn't tell what was exactly the force that pushed him forward: the alien or his subconscious.

The walls were covered in the same black slime from the Diner, although it looked thicker and wasn't dripping. It also emanated more heat than he remembered. Over the bunk, Bheni found a large black cocoon similar to the one he made, and big enough for YongSeop to fit perfectly inside. While it looked solid in appearance, Bheni perceived the slime moving around the carcass. With a little focus, he got to see YongSeop moving inside.

Bheni reached for the cocoon. Just as he expected, the surface "felt" solid, but his fingers pierced with little effort. He was about to pull his hand away when YongSeop held him by the wrist. Bheni was dubious at first, but he didn't resist when his Uncle began to pull him in.

Crossing the carcass felt almost like walking into muddy waters, but the inside was completely hollow. He let Uncle guide him to lie down next to him, inside the pitch-black cocoon. However, even without seeing him, Bheni perceived YongSeop's body. He felt his body and his warmth. Even with his clothes on, the proximity made his heart beat faster. The excitement washed away all thoughts and led him closer to his lips. He tried to say something only to hear the words come out like nervous mumbles that were quickly silenced when Uncle took the initiative and kissed him.

The taste of his lips brought peace to his troubled heart. Bheni let his hands explore the bare chest before him, warm and sweaty. His fingers followed the shape of his muscles, marveling at the firmness still present despite his age. The lust led his hands down, closer and closer to YongSeop's crotch, where Bheni had already felt the throbbing bulge asking for some attention.

Bheni only stopped the kiss when he got too excited to continue. Panting heavily, he pressed both noses together and swallowed, scared of what he was about to say.

"May I?" He finally asked. And when YongSeop nodded in response, the hesitant dragon hands slowly pulled down his jeans, releasing the large reptilian cock.

Uncle's cock. The weight and thickness left him speechless, and he found it hard to believe that he was touching it. He wasn't sure at first of what to do and let his instincts take the reins. His fingers pressed the shaft softly while pulling the skin down. The pleasant moans coming from Uncle gave Bheni some confidence to move faster. YongSeop didn't wait and began to hump slowly, giving Bheni a better idea of how big he was.

The cocoon began to close around them. Fed by their lust, the symbiotes came from under their scales. But the creature didn't force an immediate transformation, giving the couple time to enjoy themselves. It moved freely across their bodies, teasing them while both dragons continued pleasing each other. It was its way to interact, making the soft front skin more sensitive to the touch.

The heat rose the more they embraced their feelings and attraction. Their hands got twitchy while they tried to take off each other's clothes, dying to feel their naked bodies.

"Eek!", Bheni shivered after YongSeop closed his fangs on his left shoulder. The pain quickly turned into pleasure while the big dragon continued pressing and licking the skin. He felt once again overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion, and quickly gave control of the situation to his Uncle, who didn't waste a second to show him how deep his love was.

"Un... uncle," the young dragon moaned.

The sound of his t-shirt being ripped told him how anxious he was. However, after getting himself on top of Bheni, YongSeop found the strength to stop himself from going further. Breathing heavily, he drooled over his nephew's face, who took the opportunity to feel in detail the roughness his face had acquired over the years. The weight of the old dragon's cock over his belly took Bheni's breath away. How difficult would it be to take something of that size, yet both had a raging desire to try it.

"Is this...? ... are we really gonna do this?" Bheni asked shyly.

"Why don't we find a more comfortable place to discover it?" He replied. The warm breath coming from his mouth excited Bheni even more. "A room, maybe?"

Bheni heard the embarrassment in his voice and couldn't stop himself from thinking how long it had been since the last time YongSeop asked something like that. It made his cheeks burn, and an uncontrollable giggle left a puzzled Uncle wondering if he said something wrong. Before he had a chance to ask, Bheni pulled him into his arms and took a large whiff of his neck.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?"

Maybe it was something in his voice. Or maybe he imagined the whole thing. But after asking for that, something in YongSeop changed abruptly. The old dragon took his nephew in his arms with the same passion Bheni showed, and let out a sigh of relief. That same fire that was consuming them moments ago got weaker until it turned into a comforting flame that put a smile on their faces.

While the cocoon continued pulsating, both dragons adopted their alien shape. It was easy for YongSeop, who was in perfect sync with the symbiote and could transform at will. Bheni, on the other hand, went through a slower transformation that usually required a lot of effort and concentration; that moment was the exception, being his love and happiness what allowed him to pull out the suit. And while his shape was still incomplete--looking more like a latex suit--it was not a concern inside the pitch-black cocoon.

Fully transformed, the temperature inside increased. Their bodies sweated profoundly, and the concentrated musk forced them to breathe loudly through their mouths. They kept the lust at bay as best as they could, limiting themselves to nuzzles and belly rubs. But the alien skin, smooth and tight as latex, was a strong temptation that called for a different type of attention.

Their cocks were rock-hard before the transformation took place, and were now imprisoned under the suit. All the sweat and pre left them so slippery that the slightest push made them move inside the tight suit. Bheni found out this after humping softly against YongSeop's crotch, whose cock felt even bigger under the suit.

"Fuck..." the old dragon muttered.

Bheni didn't want to move again. He wanted a peaceful and intimate momento with his Uncle. However, the pleasure he got from that one hump triggered his lust again. With a soft whine, he moved his hips again until his bulge met with YongSeop's. His hard throbs told Bheni how horny the old dragon was. A single push and both cocks moved under the suit again.

"That feels good," YongSeop indicated.

His huge hands held Bheni by the hips to guide his movements, always on the opposite direction he moved. Both bulges touched each other for a brief moment before sliding inside the suit again, making the dragons moan louder. YongSeop moved as if he was trying to put Bheni's bulge on top of him, giving the full length of their cocks a complete rub on each try.

Bheni laid on top of him and followed his pace. He never did something like that with other male, but he quickly got hooked on. No matter how much weight he put, his bulge refused to stay still and moved to one side. It was frustrating, and that frustration was exciting. His hips repeated the same movement over and over again, and it felt more intense the more he tried. He went from huffs to moans, laying down on YongSeop's chest while the huge dragon gave his ass a good squeeze with both hands.

Maybe a natural answer, maybe it wanted to be part of it, but the suit soon began to tighten on the crotch area, torturing even more the already sensitive cocks. From the tip to the balls, both dragons felt it as if a massive hand had clenched their shafts to jerk them off. Or maybe thousands of little hands were moving up and down. The pleasure got so intense they couldn't think straight, and all they wanted was to keep humping each other's bulge.

The cocoon failed to withstand the heat. Blobs of slime fell over them as the shell began to melt. But that didn't stop their frottage. They were no longer trying to keep one cock on top of the other and just rubbed both bulges to feel them throb harder as the climax approached. Bheni switched between left to right and forward and backward. YongSeop pulled him harder during each hump. The muscles from their legs tensed up as they put more and more strength of each movement, feeling an intense pleasure that had them already at the edge but wasn't enough to cross that line. It was a strange type of desperation that made them want more of it.

"Oh god..." Bheni moaned.

"K-keep going, I'm almost there..." YongSeop pleaded.

Bheni did as he ask and humped faster. The suit was getting too tight for his swoll cock. Inside was an absolute mess of sweat and pre that made it jump from side to side with each thrust. The strong frottage from the bulges and the suit made the pleasure almost unbearable, with Bheni humping faster just to reach that sweet climax.

Both tails entwined tightly and YongSeop spread his wings carefully to cover Bheni with them, making a new cocoon of his own. The musk had left them dizzy but kept on feeding the flame of lust until they began to move by sheer instinct, drowned in their own pleasure. One thrust after another, always about to cum.

To find some comfort, Bheni finally gave his Uncle a passionate kiss. He didn't think about it. He never questioned why. He just went for it. And when he felt his lips, he saw YongSeop as a lover again. The old dragon corresponded the kiss and matched the same passion, holding Bheni on his arms while their tongues pressed against each other the same way their bulges were doing.

And that was the final push. Some seconds later, the climax came to them at the same time. Cum flooded the insides of the suits while they trembled violently from an orgasm that ran through their bodies like an electric discharge. It brought their kiss to an abrupt end as moaned loudly during each spasm their cocks had. The suits tried to swallow the cum as fast as possible, but not enough to stop it from covering their chest and crotch. And despite how intense it was, to the point that Bheni almost passed out, he continued dry-humping his Uncle to get up the last drip of cum out of his balls.

Only after it ended, and both dragons were left with the bliss that followed a climax, Bheni had his peaceful moment on top of an exhausted YongSeop. Still struggling to recover his breath, Bheni gave him a kiss on the forehead and lay down on his chest, where he remained while the cocoon continued collapsing above them.

Now both dragons wanted more than ever to taste the forbidden fruit that was their bodies.

Minutes later, the truck resumed its travel. Inside, the dragons held hands to stop themselves from getting too anxious. More and more buildings appeared on both sides of the road as they got closer to town, until Bheni saw a Motel sign in the distance. "There, there!" He shrieked with the excitement of a teenager, one that YongSeop tried to calm down by moving the truck to the rightmost lane, and parking as soon as they were close enough.

After dressing again, they jumped out of the cabin and walked together to the building, whose parking lot was almost empty. The receptionist, an old and bored possum, didn't ask too many questions and gave them the key to a room on the second floor. Eagerly, they made their way there, failing to hide the excitement over what they were planning to do.

But as they got closer to the door marked with the number 23, Bheni felt a pressure building up in his chest. The key went in and turned with little effort. YongSeop opened the door to a plain room with little decorations and still smelling of the deodorant and disinfectant used to clean it after the previous guests left. Bheni followed his Uncle in and closed the door with his tail. YongSeop acted casually, waving his arms around and looking at the room as if it was the most marvelous thing he had seen in his entire life. Bheni, however, was looking at him.

It was really about to happen. The old dragon began to take off his clothes without turning to face his nephew, who tried to do the same, only to notice the tremble on his hands. What they did at the Diner was under the influence of the alien while YongSeop was "wearing it". But Bheni remembered how at some point he stopped seeing the creature on top of him as it was replaced by his Uncle in his mind. He was conflicted about whether he had sex with the alien or with YongSeop. What they were about to do, would happen with him.

"Still nervous?" YongSeop asked calmly while looking at Bheni from over his shoulder.

"Eep!" Bheni startled after seeing him turning to face him. It wasn't just the sight of YongSeop's naked body--that he was looking through other eyes--but the size of his manhood as it was getting harder by the second. Easily as big as his forearm, the young dragon chuckled just from thinking how to get something that big inside.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't feel ready," YongSeop clarified.

Bheni didn't notice when he got so close until Uncle was standing in front of him. The scent of his cock left him stunned like an uppercut to his chin. Then the embarrassment pulled him back, and he tried to walk away, only for his tail to find the door right behind him. He wasn't sure of what to do or say until the serene look in YongSeop's eyes offered him enough confidence and courage.

"... do you think this is right?"

Like the sailor struggling to keep his boat afloat in the middle of a storm, a part of Bheni's brain tried not to sink under the fear, doubts, and guilt that had been assaulting him. It was a last desperate attempt to save whatever dignity or morality was left on him.

YongSeop didn't look offended or troubled by the question his nephew did. With his hand he gave Bheni a tender caress to his cheek, forcing the young dragon to look into his eyes. He was so beautiful, and his expression and words irradiated a peace that acted like the sun clearing out the storm clouds in Bheni's head.

"I don't. And no one would agree with what we did or want to do. But I'm no fool, Bheni. You've been by my side since you were a little child, and I know when something's bothering you," after those words, YongSeop helped him get rid of his clothes too, taking special care not to cross any boundaries. "You always look into the distance and stay quiet, but the tip of your tail moves from side to side, and you don't hear yourself grunting. I know it has to do with that, but I wanna hear it from you."

Bheni couldn't stop his erection any longer after seeing YongSeop on his knees pulling down his pants. He covered his face in shame, and thus missed how his Uncle stared in awe at him.

"So tell me, do YOU think this is right?"

Bheni moved his hands away only when YongSeop's voice told him he was back on his paws. With his cheeks burning and some smoke coming out through his nostrils, the blue dragon thought about what his Uncle asked. During that silence in which he tried to find an answer, YongSeop pulled him back to bed with him.

"We're relatives... we aren't supposed to even be like this. But after what we did at the Diner, my head has been a mess."

"Then you think it has something to do with the creature?"

"Yes...! No, I mean... I-I-I don't know..."

Bheni began to panic. His hands trembled again and he looked around to find somewhere to hide. YongSeop held him by the shoulders to keep him calm, and the young dragon looked again for comfort in his eyes. He wanted to be honest about feelings he couldn't even understand. In front of him was his Uncle, the male that had been a big part of his life since he was a child. In what other way was he supposed to look at him? No one ever told him to worry about developing feelings over a relative. It had never been an issue until that night.

YongSeop sat on the bed edge and leaned down, bringing Bheni with him. The blue dragon was hesitant but didn't put in too much resistance. He climbed the soft bed and kneel over YongSeop's lap. His cock landed perfectly on top of YongSeop's, and he bit down his lower lip in shame for how much he enjoyed that little interaction. It was so warm, and it throbbed so hard. He wanted to feel it better, but YongSeop got ahead of him and held both cocks easily between his hands.

"You are a very handsome dragon, Bheni," YongSeop began to say. "I still remember the first time I see you that way. Shortly after you decided to leave University, you came with me on a trip and offered to drive when I was feeling tired. You drove all night while I slept in the passenger seat. And when I woke up, I saw the sun rising to your left and you looked so... happy. Your mane danced to the wind's compass and you were holding the wheel with one hand, confident of your skill. And I thought 'If only I was twenty years younger'. Heh, I spent the next two hours mortified over that thought."

"What did you do after that...?"

YongSeop's first response was to hold both cocks with his hands. The soft squeeze sent a short but strong wave of pleasure through Bheni's body.

"I stopped worrying about it. It was a mere thought. I wasn't planning to make a move or anything. So I kept them for myself."

"You make it sound like it happened multiple times."

"Because it did. You got bigger and stronger, and I felt more and more attracted to those changes. In some way I was glad when you got your own job and routes; I missed having you around, but the distance helped me keep that attraction at bay."

It took all of his will to stop himself from crying after feeling that weight falling off his shoulders. Instead, his hands moved to the big pecs down below. The firmness of the muscle was different, more real than before. Bheni felt safe enough to confess his feelings, hoping to find an answer in his Uncle's embrace.

"I think I... I think I like you," the blue dragon giggled, trying not to squeeze his pecs too hard. "Not just physically. I really like you. I'd like to say it started after the incident at the Diner, but I'm no longer sure about it," he then made a pause. From his back the black slime began to pour out, carefully covering the scales as he continued speaking. "It's strange, you know? I always looked up to you. Everybody told me I was committing a mistake by wanting to be a trucker. That I had better opportunities. That I was throwing my future away. I never listened. I wanted nothing else but to be like you and drive all over the country. I really admire you, Uncle. And I was afraid that falling in love with you would ruin that."

Most of his back had been covered by the slime. His wagging tail followed, throwing sentient blobs all over the room that quickly began to spread around.

"I wanna blame this thing... all this mess in my head started after what we did. I told myself that it had something to do, that maybe the creature is the one that wants to be with you. But that's not the case. Maybe my admiration turned into love at some point in my life and I never noticed because of the distance. I blamed the work for all my failed relationships when maybe it was because none of them was like you. And all this alien did was bring down the walls inside me. Or maybe I'm just a horny dragon that wanna fuck more with his Uncle."

YongSeop laughed in response to that. It was like music for Bheni's ears, who took it as a good sign. By then, half of his body was covered in slime. The thick substance was now reaching for his chest.

"Overthinking too much?"

"... I think so," Bheni replied with a smirk.

"You're too smart, kiddo. That's your problem. You want to understand everything, and sometimes that's not possible," as he said that, he took some slime from Bheni's belly with his finger, only to saw it spread immediately over his hand. "Another being is living inside us. That's stranger than the two of us having sex. And yet you're more worried about your feelings. Why don't you simply... enjoy them?"

With a tender touch, YongSeop pulled Bheni down to him. The blue dragon didn't resist the call made by those big and charming eyes, like two shining turquoise. His maws encountered for a moment, but instead of kissing him, Bheni continued until he reached his neck to take a deep breath and fill his lungs with the strong and masculine scent that characterized YongSeop.

Almost aggressively, Bheni's slime covered the rest of his body. He closed his eyes and felt for a moment YongSeop's embrace before the creature swallowed him completely. However, something was different. The thickness and weight of the slime were notorious, but he still feel capable to move under it despite how tight was wrapped around his slender body. The waves of pleasure didn't mate themselves wait, and the dragon went from heavy huffs to loud moans as his body was brutally stimulated from head to toe. It rapidly got too intense for his own sake, threatening to drive him mad.

Through the slime and darkness, he felt not just the strong embrace of his Uncle--who loved deeply--but also a strange voice calling his name. Sometimes female. Sometimes male. And it had a familiar tone on it, despite being the first time he heard it. Bheni clenched what he thought were his fists and focused on the voice, letting YongSeop be the one to hold him together.

"Bheni... Bheni..." it was getting closer. Louder. It terrified the dragon. It was alluring too. "Bheni... Bheni..."

It came from all directions. He turned in the dark and began to feel the presence creeping like the slime oozing out of his body. The monster that was to blame for all the mess caused in his head. Except that all it did was give Bheni that little push he needed to finally face the truth. He held from YongSeop, afraid to lose him in the dark, while the creature finally reached him to try and drag him down.

"Bheni... Bheni..."

It was so heavy. The more he resisted, the more it pulled him down. Bheni wasn't strong enough to resist. One way or another, the parasite would get him.

Then it came to his head. An idea so simple he felt stupid for not thinking about it before. He let go of his Uncle and sank deep into the darkness, straight into the creature's embrace. And as he did, he took a deep breath and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I wanna be yours! I wanna go on a date with you and hold your hands while we kiss! I wanna stay by your side for the rest of my life!"

As if a blindfold had been removed from his eyes, the darkness vanished and Bheni found himself back in the motel room. He got up from YongSeop's chest and was looking straight at the white roof above him. But he noticed something different. His body was heavier than before, and a thick layer was tightly wrapped around him. His nose got so sensitive that he caught the lingering musk of the previous guests through the lavender scent left by the disinfectant. His ears heard the vehicles from the road as if they were driving next to their room. Bheni felt... new.

His own body left him startled after a single look at his hands. The slime solidified and turned into a suit covering his body; it went from black to sky blue, mimicking his scales. His body adopted a more androgynous look, thin with a nippleless breast of decent size, and shaped like an hourglass. His thick thighs closed around YongSeop while his hands moved over the smooth and wet skin that retained a rubbery look. The facial features got softer, and while it retained a reptilian aspect, the snout had attained an almost rectangular shape. His horns disappeared, replaced now by large pieces of slime resembling a large mane blue and white. At plain sight, it could have passed as a completely different being, if it wasn't for the bulge his cock made on the abdomen after being trapped and squeezed under the slime.

Bheni smirked after seeing the astonishment on his Uncle's face. His now large hands held his manhood firmly and covered it with slime in a slow and delicate move.

"I was too scared to say it," he said. His voice had a slightly higher pitch, and it strangely sound like two different persons speaking. "I love you. It's weird. But I like the sound of it. I love you. Now that I can say it, I'm no longer afraid to accept it too. You're right, I overthink too much. I try to apply a set of rules to everything instead of going with the flow. I focused too much on being a host that I didn't realize it's a part of me. But you already knew that, right? That's why you don't look so worried about being like this with me."

Bheni set himself over YongSeop's cock. Instead of looking to rub their cocks like the last time, Bheni wanted to feel his Uncle inside.

"Eek!" The orange dragon twitched after feeling the warm skin against the tip of his cock.

Bheni carefully aligned it to his hole, then slowly went down. The slime left YongSeop's cock slippery and it found no resistance on its way inside Bheni's body. Despite this, his nephew on top whimpered quietly at the mixed pain and pleasure from each inch of cock he took. Not only it had been a while since the last time, but Uncle was very thick. His hands went from YongSeop's chest to his shoulders, looking for a stable grip as his cock continued going deeper.

YongSeop felt feverish from the tightness of Bheni's hole. The pleasure ran through his body, warming it up enough to make him sweat even before being balls deep. He held his nephew by the hips and offered him his best smile, hoping that could comfort him on the last inches left to take. Bheni only giggled while looking at him, before his expression twisted again from the pain and pleasure he was going through.

The same flame they were holding back then had now turned into a fiery firestorm burning them from the inside. YongSeop failed to contain his heat and shoved the rest of his cock in. His hands grabbed firmly from the slippery skin and immediately began to hump with all his might. The sharp pain got a shriek out of Bheni, who endured it until it started to turn into pleasure. He was baffled at the virility put on each thrust, an energy he wouldn't have expected from someone of his Uncle's age. The almost feral expression he held only turned Bheni on much more, who soon began to leak pre inside his suit.

Small blobs of slime fell in the shape of sweat from Bheni's body. The young dragon was in ecstasy from the pleasure of having his Uncle's cock deep inside him. With his insides fully used to it, he tried to squeeze it during each rough thrust, tempting YongSeop to fuck him even harder. It worked flawlessly after YongSeop pulled it out and put him on his fours. Before Bheni had a chance to present his ass, his Uncle was already behind him shoving his cock back in, all of it while holding from his large tail.

What he thought would be a romantic and special moment quickly took a different turn. However, Bheni couldn't care less about it. The smile disappeared from his face and he acquired a dumb expression, with his tongue hanging out while he drooled over the bed. Each thrust pushed him more and more into that pit of maddening pleasure that not even the parasite could handle. His sharp claws pierced the sheets and mattress, and his fangs closed on the pillow to keep his moans quiet.

YongSeop fucked him with a strength that he didn't expect from someone of his age. Despite not seeing his face, he perceived the ferocity in his expression. Growls came out rather than moans, and he drooled profoundly over his back. His grip on his hips got stronger and Bheni noticed how hard he was trying not to pierce the skin with his claws.

The suit tightened around him. Bheni not only was experiencing pleasure from each thrust but from the creature too, squeezing him with each thrust given by his Uncle. Parts of the suit became unstable momentarily, bringing out the dragon's body under it. More blobs continued falling onto the bed, sentient pieces that struggled to get back under the intense wobble the mattress was going through. It was its own climax, weird as its nature but with an intensity that threatened to leave Bheni exhausted after a single round.

A deep growl reached his ear. YongSeop leaned down and his vicious fangs were next to him, his breath almost as intoxicating and addictive as his musk. His hands went from the hips to the sensitive breast, giving them a rough treatment that Bheni loved. With a small effort, he proceeded to put both paws over the bed. His thrusts went deeper, putting all of his weight into each one of them, and in the right angle not to squeeze, but to crush Bheni's prostate. It took mere seconds for the young dragon to reach his limit and a climax that almost made him pass out. Strong and violent waves of pleasure ran through his body while his Uncle milked him with each thrust, forcing him to shoot his seed inside the thick living suit. Embarrassment and excitement fused in his head, resulting in the collapse of his suit. Before the alien absorbed Bheni's cum, it turned back into slime and fell off his body, leaving his slender self to YongSeop's mercy, who was too excited to notice it.

Suddenly, his Uncle's voice came in a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Say it..."

"Wha-?

"Say that you love me... I wanna hear you sayin' it."

His huffs and growls did nothing but turn him on even more. The sharp claws threatened to pierce the now-exposed skin. His thrusts had got more erratic. And that fat cock throbbed hard, announcing its climax.

"... I... I love you..." Bheni spoke between moans, still ashamed of using those words.

"Say it louder!"

"I love you, Uncle,"

Immediately, the blue dragon pressed his face on the ruined pillow, just as his old partner reached his climax with one last thrust. YongSeop held from the cheap head of the bed, crushing the wood with little effort, while his cock flooded Bheni's insides with a massive load of warm and thick dragon cum. His muscles tensed up, and the room trembled under his strong roar. Bheni held the entirety of YongSeop's weight on his buttocks, and it didn't take long for his cum to burst out of his hole, despite still being sealed with the dragon's cock.

The seconds lasted minutes, and both reptiles held from the lingering bliss that followed their climaxes. Eventually, the strength faded from YongSeop and he fell over his nephew, still trying to recover his breath. A pinch of regret flashed in his face after he came to his senses, and he patted Bheni on the head as an apology.

"Sorry," he started, "I got carried away."

His nephew tried to reply, but the lack of energy only allowed a grunt in response at first. Instead, he hoped that a squeeze to his still throbbing cock said what he felt. YongSeop shivered over him, and the joyful sounds he made Bheni's heart beat faster.

As soon as he recovered some air and strength, he put both arms under his chest and sighed happily.

"I noticed it. Don't think I mind," he paused to huff in relief. "Can we go again? Just... slower this time."

"Give me a couple of minutes and I'll do whatever you want."

YongSeop pulled his cock out slowly, then rolled to Bheni's sides. Sheer instinct led the young dragon to stretch as soon as he got that weight off him. The hollow space left by his Uncle's manhood felt strangely arousing, and he was tempted to reach for his oozing hole and bathe his fingers in the thick cum. And while his body was completely sore after that onslaught, he had never felt so happy in his entire life.

That was until YongSeop made him even happier two seconds later, by kissing him on the cheek and whispering: "I love you too, kiddo."

The pleasure he just experiencing meant nothing after that small gesture. He immediately hid his face in shame on YongSeop's chest, holding him as hard as he could. His Uncle wrapped him around his arms and slowly patted him on the back. The tears of joy from his silence weep soon began to run down Bheni's cheeks, disappearing under the sweat that covered YongSeop's body.

That was the truck. Even without seeing a picture, the Boss knew it was his. He drove past next to it and stepped on the brake so abruptly that he almost lost control of his vehicle. The screeching noise of the tires pierced his ears, and his claws clenched to the wheel to keep the car steady. Another driver that was behind honked furiously after barely evading hitting him. The lion saw the rear lights going away and had to resist a sudden urge to follow it and put a bullet in the head of whoever was driving.

One deep breath later, the ferocious lion calmed down. The truck appeared in the rear mirror. A bigger prey waited for him. The couple of dragons laughing at him. Mocking him. Making fun of how stupid he was for leaving such valuable cargo to them. The drugs in his system fried his brain completely after convincing him two pills weren't enough to keep him awake and ready.

Going in reverse, the lion saw the motel next to the road. Most of the lights were off, and only two other vehicles occupied the parking lot. How long had they been on the road? Two days since that incident. They probably stopped there to rest, already tired of taking turns driving. It was a miracle he caught up with them after that stupid cop stopped him. His claws were still covered in blood, emanating a strong smell that kept alive that thrill for more.

After parking behind the 18-wheeler, the Boss walked out with his trusty revolver in hand. His finger twitched under the trigger. The gun was powerful enough to blow away two or three fingers from those fucking dragons, enough to incapacitate them. His heart was begging for more blood. He wanted to beat and smash that dragon's face with his fists until he was unrecognizable, all of that while the other one watched. The fear and panic were a stimulant stronger than any drug, and the anticipation only sent shivers throughout his already exhausted but still-standing body.

His first instinct was to go straight to the motel and get the room from the receptionist. They probably were asleep, which would make things easier. But as he walked next to the truck, something felt odd. The lion stood still for a moment, unable to move or speak after feeling a strong presence in the air.

Tsk. Tsk.

He turned on his heels and pointed the gun ready to shoot down whoever was standing behind him. But all he found was the empty road extending into the dark. Not a single car appeared in the distance. And the night had got darker out of nowhere, forcing the Boss to take off his cell phone and use it as a lantern, hoping to find some prints on the dirt or a silhouette behind or under the truck.

Tsk. Tsk.

He turned again. The city lights in the distance disappeared--they weren't turned off, all of them were gone suddenly. He looked again behind under the truck. His nose wrinkled by the presence of a sweet scent in the air. The white fur from his nape bristled after filling his lungs with that smell, and his body moved on its own, following it as if he had a leash around his neck. The Boss looked at the night sky and panicked when the stars began to fade one after another. The vision of a mysterious being lurking in the dark made him feel a panic he had never experienced before. Weakness. Danger. And all was coming from the trailer.

He stood in front of the metal doors. A sturdy lock kept it closed, but two firm pistol whips broke it. He sat as a spectator while a mysterious force pulled the strings of his body to climb and open the trailer. A strong concentration of that same smell he followed hit him in the face. It almost made him pass out, but the scent also filled him with energy. The lion walked into the humid and hot insides, called by that mysterious presence.

Hidden even from his night vision, the creature waited for him. The metal ground became more soft and wet as he evaded and climbed the wooden boxes filling the container. The sensation was no different from walking over mud, with his paws slowly sinking on a soft substance with each step taken. A sucking sound came from the end, following the same pace of a heartbeat. His fur got heavy and soggy, but he continued moving forward. Answering a call that wasn't for him.

Suddenly... he stopped. His hands reached for something in the dark, and when he picked it up, it all made sense. The lion burst into a maniac laugh right after he recovered control over his body. His hands pressed the hard shell of an egg as he held it over his head. He felt the veins pulsing as he transferred his fear to the creature inside, whose call got more desperate.

CRACK. Something wet dripped over his face. The lion laughed louder and crushed the shell until his claws pierced it. CRACK. Its sheer aura liquified what was left of his brain, turning the lion into a feral beast fueled by the rage accumulated inside his heart. CRACK. He only stopped his laugh when the black slime began to pour straight into his mouth from the broken egg, whose shell couldn't resist the strength of the bloodthirsty lion.

With loud gulps, the Boss drank as much as he could from the slime, leaving the rest to cover his muscular body. The sentient slime struggled on its way down the throat, trying to force him to vomit. It threw him to his knees and drained his energies. Even his body tried to reject it. The thickness of the slime closed his throat. But even when he was choking on the ground, his rage and excitement kept him from giving up. With furious punches, the lion encouraged himself to swallow the viscous slime, feeling it throb and shake as it went down his throat.

Immediately after getting some air, a violent cough followed. Trembling, with some slime drooling from his open mouth, the lion perceived not only the creature inside him but also the other eggs in the container. He fell after his first attempt to get up and began to convulse when the slime reached his stomach. While pressing with both hands, the lion felt the substance bubbling violently as the pain increased.

His only response was a laugh. The pain made him feel like he was about to explode and all he did was laugh. His body absorbed the slime that was now fusing violently with his muscles and bones, changing the lion completely. And he was aware of that. The creature he studied for months was finally speaking to him through images flashing in his head, and each one of them led to the duo of dragons that stole it from him. Bheni and YongSeop.

His clothes got torn apart after his muscles grew in size. Slime oozed out through his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, covering him completely and creating a small shell for him to lay down in fetal position.

Inside, the lion felt the slime around him tightening, breaking his muscles and bones. But what he ignored were the hands pulling him down. His consciousness abandoned what was now a hollow vessel, fueled only by the rage that had consumed him. Each squeeze from the slime got weaker while he felt lighter. The sounds and smells disappeared as he descended more and more into the darkness.

By the time the slime reached his brain, the lion was no longer the same.

Bheni woke up in a room completely dark. For a moment he couldn't remember where he was or what was he doing. His mouth was dry and he had no energy to move a single muscle. His fingers felt the surface he was lying on, soft and warm like the skin on his chest. A smell of sweat made his nose twitch. And then it clicked. Fragments of memories flashed before his eyes. Brief moments of the passionate act committed that same night. The moans and huffs played back in his head, and the lingering pleasure made its return in the form of a tingle around his body.

A sudden snore from YongSeop confirmed what he already knew, but it still made him giggle to hear he was sleeping so peacefully after what he did to him. Jumping between a tender and rough lover, the old dragon surprised him with two more rounds after the first one. Each thrust told Bheni how much he had been waiting for a moment that maybe he believed wouldn't be more than a fantasy. And now it happened.

If only he could stay like that. Bheni closed his eyes again and tried to get back to sleep, lulled by the sway of his chest and the quiet snores coming from his nose. The little fingers moved around the still sweaty soft skin, tracing large circles. He was still in disbelief at what they did, but also curious about the future. Now that he confessed his feelings, things would be different.

A mouth dry was what forced him to get up at the end. Bheni dragged his sore body to the bed edge, noticing the lack of strength in his legs and arms, a pleasant pain that all it did was reminded him in more detail all the things done that night. After he sat down, he waited a moment to get back to his senses. The strong scent of YongSeop was still in him, acting like an invisible hug from the male he loved deeply, a thought that led him to hold himself tightly to keep that smell on him.

When his legs finally reacted, the young dragon stood up and walked two steps before remembering the room had no minibar. The idea of drinking tap water from a cheap motel didn't look appetizing either. He remembered seeing a vending machine outside reception, a short trip that required him to walk down the stairs--in his current state it didn't look like a bright idea. But with how strong the thirst was getting, Bheni realized he had no other choice.

With extreme caution, he put on enough clothes on him to walk out of the room. It was impossible not to notice how smooth his skin was, even the scales--he wondered if the alien did that after finally embracing it, another thing worth addressing now that he was awake. It was weird to remember how confused it made him feel, and how he tried to blame it for his feelings. But the alien was now part of him, running across a body that felt different in a way his brain couldn't describe. But if he focused enough, Bheni thought it was like watching the world from two different perspectives.

"Maybe with time I'll understand it better," he thought, and after making sure YongSeop was still asleep, Bheni got out of the room and took a deep breath from the fresh air of the morning. The cold breeze penetrated his skin and sent a shiver down his spine. His tank top and boxers were not the best choice to walk out, but it wasn't the worst that motel had seen.

On the other side of the road, Bheni saw the sun rising slowly. A couple of hours more for breakfast. "Pancakes with some strawberries on top and a lot of syrup", he thought, and his tummy growled to approve. While he made his way down, he pictured sitting in front of YongSeop, holding his hand over the table and his paw reaching for something else. How kinky would it be to act like a couple and try some dirty stuff in public? It put some blush on his cheeks.

His smile and joy disappeared without his consent after he reached the ground floor, and instead, he was afflicted by profound sadness. He knew something was wrong but couldn't tell why or how. A voice in his head told him to get away from a danger he couldn't see or even understand. Before he noticed it, his body had adopted a fighting stance, raising his tail while keeping both claws open. But no matter where he looked, Bheni found nothing lurking in the open parking lot. There were a lot of places to hide either. Yet he knew, he just knew something was there.

Something closed around his neck. Bheni couldn't react in time and was pulled by a strong force into one of the rooms, then thrown through the wall and to the backside of the building. The dragon rolled several feet over the dirt before using his claws and paws to stop himself. The cloud of dust covered a presence that was slowly making its way toward him. A survival instinct sent Bheni into full alert, but it wasn't enough to stop a white and black tentacle to wrap around his neck, pushing him back to the ground.

"I am impressed by these results," a mysterious voice said from the shadows. "I wish I could understand how it happen. But I guess that'll have to wait."

Through the dirt, Bheni's nose caught a familiar scent. The pain and panic made it hard for him to focus, but he knew it was someone he met recently. His hands held the tentacle around his neck, finding a soft skin that he knew very well.

"You really thought you could escape from me, huh? Not only you stole my cargo but you also use it on yourself?"

As the dust dissipated, Bheni glimpsed the silhouette of a feline. Tall and slender, but with enough strength to subdue him with little effort. He followed the tentacle and saw it coming from behind the stranger, leading him to discover it was his tail.

His claim took Bheni back to the dark parking lot where he received the suitcase with the alien. He didn't put too much attention to him at that moment. Now his nose recognized the scent coming from that stranger as the same one of that white lion that made the delivery. His moment of realization didn't last for long after the lion lifted him several feet only to throw him back to the ground. Bheni grunted in pain after barely having time to put his arms in the middle to reduce the impact.

"You're the one called Bheni, right? You took the package from me with the specific instruction to deliver it. Now, I understand a little malfunction in the container is responsible for what happened to you, but that doesn't give you any right to take it from me."

His hands failed to get rid of the tentacle. His strength outmatched him, being a transformation his only way out. But in his current situation, Bheni couldn't focus to get the slime out of his body. He could barely breathe and was about to pass out.

The lion finally became visible to him. He couldn't tell why or how, but his skin was completely covered in a thin layer of white slime with black stripes. Of abnormal thinness and height, the steps taken by his large legs obeyed a feminine walk that resulted in a sway from his hips that was both hypnotic and threatening. He didn't have a breast, and there wasn't a lot of muscle visible on him, except for the broad shoulders that gave him a deformed aspect. His face retained all the attributes of a lion, albeit slightly more delicate. And the mane was represented by large and big tufts of black slime.

But something felt odd. The slime had an almost transparent look, revealing portions of the lion's body inside. Before being slammed on the ground a second time, Bheni shuddered at the sight of muscle tissue dissolving inside the suit.

"However, I must say I understand why you enjoy it so much. I've never been this excited in my entire life! All the power and pleasure! I can feel it crushing my mind and I want more and more!"

The lion went for a third slam, one for which was prepared this time. One swift slash in front of him cut the tail, releasing Bheni and giving him time to jump away. The piece around his neck immediately melted away, revealing melted flesh and fur inside of it.

Aside from looking at the wounded tail, the lion didn't react. It was hard to say exactly what was going through his mind at that moment. It was obvious he got infected too, although Bheni couldn't tell how or when. His presence was also different; he "felt" the parasite, but wasn't connected to it the same way it happened with YongSeop. However, after looking at him for a couple of seconds, a sharp pain in his head almost sent him to his knees.

"...What did you do?" The lion asked furiously. "I heard something. My head stinks of you,"

He held one hand against his temple, where the fingers sunk slightly into the slime. His body convulsed with rage and muscles appeared and disappeared while he dragged his paws toward Bheni.

"... it's a hive. That's what it is. It hears and listen to everyone in the hive but... why can't I listen to it? What did you do?!"

The lion pounced at Bheni at an incredible speed. After falling to the ground, the lion held him by the wrists with such strength that Bheni felt the bones about to break. His shriek of pain lasted a moment, being silenced when the lion put a paw over his throat. Confused, he looked at his body. The feline stood on top of him in an anatomically impossible way. His leg--no, his entire body moved as if it had no bones on it. He leaned down on Bheni, drooling black slime over his face.

"I don't know why... but I can feel you're different. And you are gonna tell me the reason of it."

"I... I don't know..." Bheni coughed. In retaliation, the feline put more pressure on his paw.

"Of course you know, you little freak. And I'm gonna get the answer out of you one way or another..."

From his open maw came out a large viperine tongue. Bheni tried to evade it in vain and growled when it began to move up and down his cheek.

"I bet I can get you to speak if I bring that other fucker right here."

Bheni's body tensed up at the mention of YongSeop. That and the murderous intent in his look was all the lion needed to know he touched a sensitive nerve. To ensure he couldn't respond, he stepped harder on his neck.

"You don't wanna get him involved, right? Afraid that I hurt that old fag? I can tell you two were fucking. You reek of sex you disgusting piece of shit. I bet you would love to see me doing him exactly what he did to you, right? That's your kink?"

Right after saying that, his slender tail looked for Bheni's crotch, sliding under the boxer until it wrapped around his balls and cock. The touch made him shudder. He fought to get his hands free, and that concentration stopped him from calling out the slime.

"Maybe I should fuck you first. Right before his eyes. And I won't stop until you tell me the secret. That's what you want, fag?"

An orange glare appeared on his throat. Bheni had not felt the heat burning up his throat in years. He never let his anger get that intense. It was a trait he despised. But those insults and threats acted like fuel for the sleeping flame residing within him, turning it into a devastating fire begging for release. It started to consume his reasoning, turning it into a feral beast like the one on top of him.

The parasite felt the threat brought by said rage. It would consume both of them. But its cries for help didn't reach Bheni, whose full attention was on his attacker. His fury was already consuming him from the inside, threatening to make changes in the parasite. Was he really willing to put his life in danger to protect YongSeop? Yes... of course he would. Even without loving him, Bheni's conviction to protect his Uncle was stronger than anything else. He was ready to give his life for him.

And the parasite felt the same. Countless hosts ended like the lion, consumed by it after failing the merging process. Fear, anger, despair, all those feelings prevented it from reaching their minds. It couldn't connect with them. Their brains and bodies decayed and the parasite was sent back to its containment unit, convinced that it wouldn't find a suitable host.

Then YongSeop and Bheni arrived. With certain doubts, the couple embraced it and survived the merging process. It was now part of them and an extension of their bodies. It saw into their minds and discovered the type of dragons they were. And the parasite was happy with its choice. Because of that, it was decided to protect them no matter what.

"I love you too, kiddo."

A desperate attempt from a desperate creature. The memory went through his blind rage like a cannonball and hit him straight in his pride. Bheni saw his peaceful smile and the words echoed across his head, putting down the flames consuming him. A couple of blinks brought some tears to his eyes. He stared at the deformed creature the lion was now, regretful of even considering following that path. He knew, deep inside his heart he knew that giving up to his rage would turn him into the same monster above him, a creature that would no longer hear the sweet voice of his lover or feel his warm and soft embrace. And neither he nor YongSeop would survive that.

The fire inside him was still burning, fed no longer by his rage but by his love. If he couldn't use his arms, then he would use his tail. The parasite--no, the alien was an extension of him. He learned that from YongSeop--and now from the lion. It had more skill than just transforming their bodies. He still couldn't understand the creature's words, but his thoughts appeared in his mind, and Bheni knew it could hear his.

The slime concentrated on his tail, making it larger and with a sharp end. Using it like a sting, he pierced through the lion's chest and threw him in the air. A violent cough followed as soon as he took a mouthful of fresh air, and it continued until his throat hurt, but he was glad to finally be able to breathe. Aware that his attack wouldn't be enough to stop the lion, Bheni got up as fast as he could and took the opportunity to recover his energies.

With no time to run away, Bheni knew he had to fight. The lion fell several feet away but was still in between him and the motel. To stop him from hurting Uncle, Bheni had to put it down right there.

"It was dumb of me to think you didn't know how to fight or how to use that thing," the lion admitted. His silhouette was visible through the cloud of dust caused after his fall. His voice didn't show he got wounded. "But now I know you can control it, more reason to make you speak!"

The lion pounced again with an unnatural speed. Bheni was prepared this time. He moved aside just in time not only to evade him but also to make a cut on his leg with his claws. The skin was soft and it feel like cutting butter. His pursuer landed on his fours and stood up immediately, but his wounded leg couldn't hold his weight, sending him to his knees.

"It's consuming him," Bheni muttered, repeating the words that appeared in his head. "His body can't stand the transformation and it's falling apart."

"Why you...?" The lion grunted. The slime surrounding the wound bubbled violently while he tried to get up.

Bheni saw an image of other hosts going through the same process, watching their decaying bodies melting inside the alien. Instead of fear, it gave him a better understanding and appreciation of the creature, as he realized they two achieved what others couldn't.

"That means we can't save him."

The words reached the lion's ears, which stared back at Bheni in dead silence. What was left of his humanity gleamed for a moment in his eyes, a flash of fear and panic that was quickly extinguished by his rage. He stood up with a lot of effort and with limping steps approached Bheni.

"What did you say, you piece of shit...? That I can't be saved...?"

His slime suit gained a reddish tone with each step taken. The effort put into walking was enough to crush what was left of his body. Yet that didn't make him look less threatening. With his claws sharper and larger, it was obvious how decided he was to kill Bheni right there. His rage had consumed what was left of his brain, leaving just the instinct to survive.

However, Bheni didn't move. It was more pity than fear that the monster made him feel--both for him and the fragment of slime that was now corrupted. Despite being his punishment for the use given to the creature, he couldn't imagine the immense pain he was going through. An act of mercy that he probably didn't deserve was to put him out of his misery, and he was ready to do so with one last attack.

"I am the pinnacle of evolution! I AM the strongest being in this world!" His decaying body lost consistency with each step taken. It was a miracle he could even stay on his paws. "I don't need you alive to understand how this alien works. I'm gonna get the truth out of your dead body! But before that, I'll drag that fag of a dragon here and fucking rip apart his body in front of you!"

Bheni clenched a fist full of doubts and fears. He fought in the past. He sent people to the hospital. But killing... he never killed before. And despite his current state, the lion was still alive. Even if it was an act of mercy, it was too much for him to deal with! All the courage from moments ago died almost immediately. His body felt heavier and his legs trembled, fighting to keep him up. Not even the pain from his clenched fist or the sight of the lion getting ready to attack made him react.

A huge fist cut the wind next to him, landing right on the lion's face. For a moment it looked like time stopped and Bheni saw how his face got distorted by the strength of the hit. Then the monster was no longer there. The impact sent him away and the body rolled for several feet, stopping after hitting a rock. The young dragon was speechless by the force of impact, and his disbelief lasted even after turning to look at YongSeop, who still had his fist in the air covered in semitransparent slime and a ferocious expression with his fangs showing off.

"No one's putting a hand on my nephew," he growled. His eyes reflected a determination and unbreakable will that inspired fear and respect for a male who wasn't afraid to cross any limit.

His first instinct was to jump in his arms. The contact with his naked chest brought him back to reality. A tear rolled down his cheek when his Uncle returned him with a tight hug as his way to tell him he was safe. His trembles stopped, and Bheni breathed with tranquility.

YongSeop didn't utter a single word at first. His eyes were still fixated on the cloud of dust ahead. All that rattle woke him up, but he didn't expect to find a scenario of that nature. But when he saw that monster approaching Bheni, his inner voice told him to deal with it immediately. He wasn't afraid to get some blood on his hands to keep his nephew safe.

But his curiosity soon demanded some answers.

"What was that?" He asked, adding a small pause between each word.

"... I think that's our client. Or what's left of him," Bheni moved his face away and looked where the lion landed. "I don't know why, but he tried to merge with the alien and... and I think his body couldn't handle it,"

Only then YongSeop noticed the slime on his hand, which he quickly shook in disgust to get rid of it. It took several seconds for Bheni's words to fully reach his head, and when they did, his heart almost dropped to the ground.

"What do you mean? That we're gonna end like that?!"

"Wha-? No!" Of course, that was the first time Bheni considered that idea too. However, a thought crossed his head at that moment and the young dragon relaxed a bit. "I guess it's possible... it seems the alien does that if its host is mentally unstable. I'm still trying to understand how, but it seems we were... adequate?" Bheni frowned. That last word came out without him thinking about it. His Uncle gave him a doubtful look, to which Bheni replied with a quick shrug.

"I'm not sure if that makes me feel better. I mean, that's a hideous thing," YongSeop admitted while looking back at the lion, who was still on the ground. "But I don't feel threatened by it, either."

Bheni was about to say how close he was to give up and turn into that same abomination. The words refused to come out after he opened his mouth. It was already hard for both of them to process what the lion had become and adding more would only make things worse. "At another time", Bheni thought and held YongSeop's hand for comfort. "We're safe, that's all that matters now."

"Is he dead?" Bheni asked instead.

"He hasn't moved yet, but..."

YongSeop approached the body, closely followed by Bheni. Both knew how dangerous was to stay there. Strangers could be already watching the aftermath. Police could be on their way. And there was that strange organization too. However, they couldn't allow the lion to roam free and transformed like that. The situation hadn't changed: they had to put him down.

What they found was hard to describe. What lay there was no longer a body, but a large white and black blob that shrunk with every passing second. The remains of a body melted along with the slime, sizzling while moving up and down in the substance. The foul odor made them step away almost immediately, much worse than rotten meat.

"We need to leave. Now," YongSeop said.

Bheni was about to follow him as he ran away from the disgusting smell, but he stopped for a moment to look at the remains. He didn't feel "life" in the slime. The creature came from one of the eggs they laid, and now it was gone. Did it suffer? Was it conscious while the lion corrupted it? He couldn't tell. And that made him feel sad for a creature that never got a chance.

"Bheni!"

YongSeop's call startled him. He gave the remains one last look and ran to meet with his Uncle, who was already passing through the hole made in the wall. The lion wouldn't be a trouble anymore. And by the time the police arrived at the motel, it was nothing but a stain that no one paid attention to.

The knife made a clean cut on the fluffy tower of pancakes, and it was the saddest cut Bheni had made in his life. Seated in front of him, YongSeop shared his lack of enthusiasm for the delicious breakfast. The restaurant was full and everyone was too busy with their own business to care about how two strangers were feeling.

"This is not how I imagined it," Bheni finally said.

On the TV, a news reporter was giving a resume on the game that took place the night before. YongSeop saw a group of office workers sitting on the bar pointing at the screen and laughing.

"Well, a lot of things are... different," he looked back at his nephew, who tried to drown his sorrows in maple syrup. "It's a consequence of dealing with the wrong people."

"And now we're targets," he pierced the slice of pancake and shoved it into his maw.

"We're not easy targets. That might make things more interesting from now on."

"How so?" Bheni asked after swallowing. "We still don't know anything except what we just saw. We planned to leave its eggs around. Now I'm not so sure. I know it's not intentional, but I don't want others to go through what that lion experienced."

His tone was pessimistic. Right after gathering the courage to deal with his feelings and accepting his other half, Bheni was about to go back to the beginning.

"Then let's find out more about it first so we could select the correct hosts," YongSeop made a pause, on which he took his chance to reach for Bheni's crotch with his paw. The young dragon startled, looked at him, then at the other tables, then back at him. "And we'll do it together."

His toes pressed his nephew's cock. The reaction was almost instantly. It was such his embarrassment that Bheni almost kicked him to set him down. All YongSeop did was laugh, and while it attracted some attention, no one noticed what was going on under the table.

"This isn't the place," Bheni hushed him.

"Then cheer up! This is not the end of the world."

Bheni was about to say something more, but the words didn't come out after YongSeop took his hand.

"There is so much we still have to discover. Not only about this creature, but about us too. We knew it wouldn't be easy. And that's what makes it worth it. That is if you still want to be with me."

Bheni looked at the fingers intertwined and blushed. That's how a couple acted in public, exactly what he was looking for. The young dragon scratched his nape in a poor attempt to hide his excitement before replying in a shy tone.

"Y-yeah... I wanna stay by your side...", he continued reducing the volume of his voice, "for the rest of my life."

"What was that? Couldn't hear," YongSeop teased him.

An ashamed Bheni replied with another kick, this time stronger. And while it did hurt, YongSeop laughed again. It was music for Bheni's ears, who couldn't resist giggling a little alongside him. That was the man he loved, one that never feared to go forward.

YongSeop leaned down and kissed Bheni's hand. The gesture attracted some looks that went from disgust to happiness, but the only eyes Bheni cared about were in front of him. The young dragon sighed happily and said:

"Let's find out what the road holds ahead for us."