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Northern Sea – S.S. Raptor

Sean was having the time of his life fishing in the deep sea, despite only managing to catch tree small fish, he hollered with joy each time those minuscule things bit the hook and were reeled on board, landing on a small and slightly rusted bucket, ‘Thy Olde Fishiest’, he called it.

He often though it was a rather silly name, but Sean adored it, so it had stuck for all those years. His best friend had a habit of doing things like that, as he did that morning when he came to the harbor with a Hawaiian shirt, brown shorts and sunglasses on top of his jock cap, with a new shirt underneath the open floral one; ‘The Swole Fish’, complete with ridiculous muscles and tinted glasses bigger than its head, all complemented by the red deck shoes he had given him. He looked like a puppy that had gotten the tree instead of the stick, and he didn’t have the heart to tell him how he really thought he looked.

Now, several hours of sea travel later, his muscular body glistening in the sun, accentuated by his fiery red hair and hazel eyes, was sitting on the border of the boat, a nice thing to watch, even if nothing could ever come of it.

He chuckled as Sean reeled a thing smaller that his hand, affirming again that he was climbing the ‘marine stairs’ until he caught something worthy of an album.

Sean Carleigh was his very best friend, a complete contrast to Wallace Patheimer; pasty white skin, dull black hair and eyes, and despite being relatively tall -still shorter than Sean- he was rail thin, all his looks giving him a perpetual malnourished appearance, only accentuated when in proximity to Sean. Even his clothes, a green shirt with a crocodile on it -Sean gave it to him-, and light grey shorts that seemed to hung off him, almost slipping to his black boat shoes.

A cough wracked his body, making him heave and grab the rail for support; the beers he had taken from the mini-fridge almost dropped to the floor, only saved by his hand refusing to let go off them, fingers clenched tight against the cold plastic rings.

Yeah. That’s not helping either.

A familiar hand was on him, steadying him like always. A soft and calming thing on his back.

He shrugged it off with a jerk. “I’m fine, Sean. Just some coughs.”

Concerned eyes looked at him. “You sure, bro?” He reached for the beers before he could take them out of his reach, grabbing them and letting him use both hands to steady himself.

“I could do that myself; you know?”

Sean only gave a brilliant smile. “I just wanted to help you. I would be a bad bro if I didn’t.” It always took monumental effort on his side not to cave to that smile.

His friend’s face turned concerned. “Do you need some pills, Wally-bro? The doctor said–”

“I know what he said!” he snapped. “I’m fine.”

Sean wilted a bit and Wally flinched, irritation welling in him, at the careless him that could just have kept his mouth shut and take the damn things.

I’m sorry, I will take some now. He wanted to say.

“Let’s go fishing. You have to tell me about the ‘flow’, I never catch any,” he said instead.

Sean tilted his head for a moment before smiling again. “Sure thing, bro!”

He began to blab about the ways to not scare the fish, to hold the rod, and the many ways a reeling could become uncool and much more, the words carrying over the gentle lull of the sea. He was barely paying attention, his eyes occupied in memorizing everything about him it could, a wanton and ugly wish he couldn’t stop, no matter how much he tried.

“–So, like, I told the boss-man that if we begin giving more options on the supplements we will get more customers, right? Since most taste awful anyway at least we could try to get some that doesn’t need to be washed of the tongue.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Right!? He said he liked the idea and was going to see if he could do something about it!”

“Mm-hm.”

“He also told me I could get a raise and take more clients!”

“One swole at a time?”

He gave him a thumbs up. “You got it, bro! So, I can start paying you a bit of the money back–”

That grabbed his concentration, fast and hard. “What money?”

Sean sputtered. “The one of the rent, bro.”

Wally gave an annoyed sigh. “It has been years, and you buy groceries. Don’t need it.”

Sean didn’t let go. “I know, bro. But you have let me stay for free after my folks–” He paused for a moment. “I just want to–”

Familiar anger flooded his heart. “That was not your fault at all, they are a bunch of fucking cunts.”

“But I got the raise and I think– Since my free gym lessons didn’t work out–”

“I don’t have the right type of body for that, Sean. It’s not your fault.”

“I just wanted–“

He turned to look at him in a single angry movement, slamming the rod on the floor. “Leave it, Sean.”

The sea was bathed in fire, the waves slowly rocking the boat back and forth, a cradle of blue and orange shining with life. He always liked the sea, despite all the danger it represented, it was the few places left that weren’t explored in its totality, there always was something waiting to be found underneath; either treasure or an animal that managed to turn even the most hostile environment of pressure and darkness their home, all far beneath the sun and the earth.

The only sound was the slosh of the waves breaking into foam against the boat.

He opened his mouth but immediately closed it without any sound.

“Well, besides fishing we will also do that star thingy, right, bro?” His voice betrayed no sadness, yet still…

Again, like the coward he was, he spoke, “Stargazing, yes.”

“Why must we do it here, though? Can’t we go the mountains or something for that?”

“It is better to do it here, light contamination and all that. Plus, the night at the sea is something amazing. It simply can’t compare.”

“I believe you, Wally-bro.” The thing is, he really did, he never meant anything but what he said, even when others would have taken it like sarcasm.

No more fish came, only the sound of water, dim and light.

He was tired, tired of everything and himself.

The never-ending coughs of last night didn’t help either. He barely got any sleep in.

The sea never sounded more like a lullaby.

He was no longer paying any attention to the fishing line.

Something warm was pressed against him.

When his eyes opened again, the stars were shining with the full moon, a tapestry of dots on a dark, cloudless sky. His head on something firm, but soft, directed upwards.

The only illumination on land was the soft lights on the boat, the more intense ones were off; the boat was a small dot on the sea, a single speck on a floor of rippling black. Completely unmanned.

That single realization jolted him awake and face to face with Sean, a soft smile dancing on his lips, crinkling eyes on him. Did he let him sleep on…? His eyes trailed towards his pecs, before averting them as heat rushed to his face, his legs catapulting him to standing position.

“Did you sleep well, bro?” Sean asked him with cheer, standing up to his full heigh with ease.

Marvelously. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” he stammered, his boiling face so red it had to be visible from the space. “I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Sean shook his head. “Nah, you weren’t that heavy. Plus, it looked like you needed to lay down.” He flushed harder as his friend’s face took a concerned expression barely visible in the night. “Did you have trouble sleeping last night? Were the coughs to bad?”

Of course, he would notice. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “No, no, I just…” He hated lying to him, he hated everything wrong that he did to him. “I just stayed awake trying to make star maps and everything. Too excited to sleep.”

Sean bit his lower lip as he checked him all over, that inquisitive expression he always had when he was searching for something. “Are you sure? If you feel bad, bro, we can always turn back– “

“No!” he screamed. They had to have that trip. He had already spent so much time already on hospitals the last three months, all those dates friend’s outings cancelled just to hear the same thing over and over again. “I am okay, Sean, really. I just needed to sleep a little.” His eyes searched his watch and revealed that it was already past nine. “Plus, I already slept for hours. I am fine now.” He took note that Sean had to sleep with him, or wait still for so long without moving, and his head came closer to hogging all the blood on his body.

His eyes were full of worry. “You sure? You haven’t gone to the hospital in months and I–”

“I can go to a check-up when we get back,” he interrupted him. “I need one anyways.”

His eyes lit up. “Really? Thank you, bro!” He sheepishly scratched the back of his head with his right hand. “Sorry, for bothering you with this. I know you dislike speaking about it and I kinda like when you trust me with things, Wally-bro.”

He pushed the lodged guilt on his throat with practiced rigour. “Y-yeah, no prob, bro.” He couldn’t look at him in the eyes.

He fled to turn the more intense lights on, the boat more illuminated as he pressed the button on the remote stored in his pocket. He then descended from the stairs to the lower part of the boat, the small door revealing a rather spacious room with sofas and chairs, their reserve backpacks stored neatly on the side of a bed near a flat TV, a half-eaten bag of BBQ Chips on the nearby table.

He reached for the black canvas bag on one of the sofas and unzipped it, checking that everything was in place, once he did, he hung over his shoulder ignoring its protest, before stopping when he saw the Swolnimals on the window looking to the deck.

They were a bunch of muscled semi-anthropomorphic animals, as the name implied, posing in sunglasses and tank-tops. Where did Sean even find those, he didn’t know, but he did remember the wide smile on his face when he brough them home that day. He had wanted to put it on the fridge, but Wally had suggested he instead put them on his boat, so that may be true surfer-bros and swim across the sea. He was a bit disappointed when he could not put them on the hull, but the sea water would have ruined them quickly. So, they decided to put them on the inside, allowing them to see them posing now and then.

He chuckled and took the bag out of the cabin, letting the light off behind him to better illuminate the boat.

Sean was waiting for him in one of the chairs of the deck, head up and watching the skies. “Hey, Sean, I got the telescope.” When he saw him, he stood up and reached to him, taking the bag from his shoulders and setting it on the sofa. “Thank you,” he said.

Sean smiled and began to unpack the many parts needed to make their star watching night a success. “No prob, bro. I’ll let you do the putting it together thing,”

“We can do it together.” I owe you much more than that.

Sean nodded happily and began following his instruction with practiced ease.

Wally lived for those moments, those flashing instants when he worked together with Sean, when his voice was heard and acknowledged. When he could spend time with the one who he lo– appreciated very much, beneath the twinkling stars and shining moon.

Their telescope was assembled in no time, its sleek silver and black form glinting amidst the sea. The flexing bunny near the lens pointing an arm towards the stars.

“Yeah! Stargazing, here we come!” Sean cheer made him laugh, before a cough replaced it, drowning it in spasms. His friend’s hands were steading him before he had any opportunity to protest.

Damn it, damn it all to hell! He tried to speak when the coughs eventually subsided, but he chocked and had to take deep breaths before he could get even a word out. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just the usual coughs, nothing to worry about. Don’t worry.” The words felt empty on his mouth.

Sean wordlessly stood beside him, waiting until he took deep breaths and recuperated.

“Come on, Sean, we have to watch the stars,” he said.

Sean took a look at him before nodding once. “Let’s go, then!” His usual cheer a bit diminished.

The stars continued to shine.

Wally steadied himself, he was not going to let anything ruin this night. He won’t let it go to waste.

Sean stayed closed to him. “So, what are we watching first?”

“We can go for the classics and watch the Big Dipper, or if you prefer, we can se Draco, I know you prefer dinosaurs but it is the next best thing,” he said. Sean intently looked at him, but he ignored it while he fiddled with the settings on the telescope, too absorbed in his own explanation to notice. “We can also go for Cepheus. If you want, I can give you the book and let you pick; it will be fun. I can also tell you about the different types of stars and which one compose each constellation, they are all different, you see. Kinda like all the animals on the sea, which are their own thing, like the all the different types of sharks and fish, not to mention the strange animals on the deeper parts of the sea–” He stopped speaking when he realized that he had begun to ramble.

“Why did you stop?” asked Sean.

He blushed. “I–uh–I started to ramble, didn’t I?”

Sean chuckled. “I don’t mind when you ramble, I like when you get in on things you know a lot.” It seemed the popular spot for his blood was his head. “Bro, I also know I ramble a lot about exercise routines and videogames sometimes.”

“Ah, well, I see.” Great eloquence, Wallace. You deserve an award.

“Don’t worry, bro, it’s just us here.”

Wally mouth curled upwards. “And the Swolnimals.”

Sean nodded. “And the moon.”

“And the stars.”

“And the people on that island.”

“And the people on that– What?” He followed Sean’s gaze to a small illuminated dot on the horizon and there it was, a small patch of earth blocking the otherwise glinting sea. The telltale continuous yellow and white shine of artificial light reaching his eyes.

Wally frowned. That doesn’t make any sense. “There shouldn’t be any islands near.”

“Maybe it’s a private one? Like your parent’s?” suggested Sean.

“Even so, it should appear on the map. It’s too big to go unmarked.”

Sean feet fidgeted. “Do you think I should have woken you up?” he said worriedly. “I didn’t want to, since you looked so tired all day… I also dozed off a bit. Did I let, dunno, the waves carry us away?”

“No, it is not your fault.” If anything, it was his. His stupid self that couldn’t keep a stupid boat on course even after years of lessons. “The ship isn’t able to travel such an exaggerated distance in a calm sea like this.”

He walked towards the helm, a paper map near the various controls mounted on a small state of the art console; he ignored it in favor of the GPS situated there, a small thing that always displayed coordinates.

….Huh? There was no way this was possible. They were way off their route, extremely off. He unfolded the paper map and began to search for their position among the ink; he found it quickly with the coordinates, but it remained nonsensical, and still there was no island nearby.

“Are we lost?” Sean’s voice behind him made him jump a bit. He could be terribly silent when he wanted to.

“No, just a bit… off course,” he said. “It is not your fault,” he quickly amended when he saw him open his mouth. “I must have miscalculated or something, even if we had driven the boat at full it would not have let us this far. Must be something on the GPS, too.”

Sean slowly nodded as Wally took the steering wheel, cold in the night.

“Don’t worry, I can get us back on course. The stars are excellent guides.”

“We can also ask for directions in that island,” joked Sean.

“Nah, you may be right and that is a private island. I doubt they would welcome the company.” It could also be governmental.

Sean patted him on the back. “I trust you, bro! Lead the way, Captain Wally!”

That brough a smile to his face. “Aye, aye, Commodore Sean,” he said. The boat began to move along the water. “I also don’t think you will like that party, if it’s anything like my parents’, it would be a complete bore with tasteless food.”

“I would have good company, though.”

Please stop that, Sean. I have already lost enough blood to my brain.

“You are such a flatterer, everybody in the gym must love you.”

Sean bashfully scratched his head. “I don’t really know about that,” he said, before focusing and staring at him. “Hey, I was thinking, when we get back to land, can we–?”

The boat suddenly stopped on its tracks, the force sending his stomach on the wheel. On the corner of his eye, he could see Sean almost fall over. He tried to steer the ship but the wheel refused to move in the slightest, almost as if it was made of stone.

What now? He looked back at the rear of the ship, and to his surprise, the motor was still forming foam on the water, meaning it and the propeller were working. He looked at the island, still shining in the distance. There was no way they could have hit some rocks that far from the coast, was it?

Sean was on the border of the ship, his head facing the water as he rushed from left to right. “I don’t see anything here!”

The boat began to turn on its own, it didn’t move normally to do so, instead the movement resembled the hands of a clock. It continued to rotate to the right until the bow was facing the island. All his attempts to stop it were useless, the foam still formed but the steering wheel refused to budge.

It lurched forwards, quickly picking up speed, far too much speed for the vessel which carried them. He turned off the motor as fast as he could, the foam was gone but the boat continued to move.

Hands touched his. “I will take care of the wheel, see what’s wrong with the boat!” Sean’s eyes were resolute, contrasting with his panic filled ones.

His beating heart calmed a bit, he could always count on his friend.

As soon a he left the wheel, all the instruments on board went crazy, small patches of black, almost like a broken screen, began top flare up on the electronics. The pointers of the analogue ones jumping back and forth in random patterns, sometime just a bit and sometimes all the way to the max.

Stop, stop, stop! What should he do!? None of the instruments were working -the island was getting closer- he could see Sean grunting and pulling the steering wheel with all his might, and it remained frozen in place.

Where was his cellphone? Do they jump from the boat? Who could he call?

Remember those stupid classes, make that money worth something, you useless shit! Damn it, damn it!

“Bro! Bro! The radio, use the radio!” Sean screamed at him, he had taken the wheel left side of the wheel with both hands and was trying to use his full weight to rotate it, almost hanging on one side.

Of course! His eyes scanned the control panel, searching for it desperately. He knew where it was, he was sure of it. It was not the first time he had been on this stupid ship. He had o remember, had to. It was obvious, it was. Sean had even put a Swole Parrot near it.

The parrot! There it was, red and green near his salvation. His hands sprung to it, grabbing the microphone and almost smashing it to his face. What was that he had to say, again!? Fuck it! “Help! S.S. Raptor requesting aid!” Nothing came, the line was dead.

The screens turned off.

The analogues stopped moving, all the pointers stuck at the left.

The island, now so big that it loomed close, was upon them. The lights setting upon a docking area, several boats resting there.

All of it was getting distressingly close, dangerously quickly.

Sean doesn’t have a life jacket on. Why didn’t I tell him to put one on!?

They were going to crash; Sean was going to die.

Ah, God, please, please…

“Wally!” Strong arms wrapped around him.

The boat slowed down as abruptly as it had begun to run.

His panted breaths died out as their vessel quietly settled besides a wooden pier.

He melted into Sean’s strong arms, feeling his thundering heart beat within his chest, resonating with his best friend’s. His legs almost gave out from sheer shock.

He felt himself be carried away from the inert console after someone fiddled with it. “Come on, bro, let’s get out of this thing.”

He came back to himself when his feet touched wood, turning to see the boat gently swaying on the water, illuminated by lamps that seemed so tall in the dark. A bit ahead of him he could see what appeared to be a sizeable house, and probably belonged to the guards of this place; a simple white and gray two-story building with some windows from which light shined through. Beyond that, there was only vegetation fusing with the shadows, giving it the impression of a single slightly moving mass of black.

It was cold.

“Let’s ask for help, bro.” He heard Sean say.

He looked worried, his lips pursed into an unhappy face, staring at their surroundings with suspicion, sporadically alternating between their surroundings and zeroing on the house that now seemed so intimidating in the dark.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “even if we are trespassing, it’s not our fault. We can just ask for help repairing… whatever the hell that boat has and then leave. It will be easy.” He sounded so sure of it that part of his confidence began to rub off on him. He was right, now it was not the time to panic, he had already frozen too much today.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He began to walk towards the house, his steps echoing around him, Sean remained close by, a comforting presence that he couldn’t reciprocate properly. After all, what could a skinny man like him offer him in these cases? He knew he didn’t have the looks of someone who could protect others.

I can at least offer technical knowledge, and if that fails, I can always ask my parents. The thought of doing that was sour, even more if they decided to let him get out of that on his own or even ignore the call. He hoped that the possibility of him dying was enough to make them remember he existed.

When the arrived at a plain wooden door with a metallic doorknob, Sean knocked thrice. “Hello? Anybody here? Sorry for trespassing, but our boat got broken, bros, and I wanted to ask if you had any repairman available.” He always had that quality of being able to sound friendly even in situations like that, Wally had always admired that. “We will leave as soon as we can, bros.”

The only answer was the sound of rustling wind.

“…Hello?”

The waves gently sang.

There had to be somebody there, there were boats on the pier and they looked taken care of. The lights were on inside the house, people lived there, he was sure of it.

When Wally looked at Sean, he was staring at the boat in the pier with narrowed eyes. “Something wrong?” he asked his friend.

Sean shook his head. “I just thought… No, forget it, bro.” His hand grasped the doorknob and began to turn it. “I don’t want to stay outside in the cold, that’s all.” He entered and the lights went on by themselves.

The door opened silently, letting them in before Wally could protest. The insides of the building were not like a house at all. Its was some kind of reception area; logical, if he started thinking about it. To their left were some chairs and a sofa stacked to one side near a small glass table with a potted plant and some magazines. On the right there was a desk protected by a thick glass, he could see a chair behind, with only a small half-circle at the bottom -presumably for documents- providing access from their side; as there was a door behind the glass.

There were two doors they could access, one that said ‘Personnel Only’ and likely gave access to some kind of living quarters and the other was past the desk, possibly to the other parts of the island, said island looking less and less like it was some rich guy’s private spot.

It was also completely deserted.

Sean closed the door behind them, glancing at the shrinking window to outside, stopping only when it completely closed. Then, he went ahead to the ‘Personnel Only’ door. “Maybe they are drunk or something,” he muttered under his breath as he motioned Wally to follow him.

He paused only a second when the hand touched to knob, but shook his head and opened it. “Neither of them was locked?” This door creaked immensely, the sound jarring in the silence that seemed to pervade the place, almost echoing all around.

“Hm,” was all that Sean said.

On the other side was a small corridor with paintings on white walls. At the end of it was a living room. Brown chairs with red cushions were all around, he could see a black leather jacked on one of them. Beige curtains were half-open, the view of the sea and the moon visible from a window.

“Is everyone alright here? We are kinda lost.”

The flat TV on the other end of the room badly reflected them, beneath it a DVD player with some movies lay untouched. Near it was a small piece of paper, glued to the furniture with a small scarp of duct tape. Wally took it, careful not to break it, and began to read.

Guys:

This is fifth time Administration told us to fix that damn door, always yapping about how it ‘presents a bad image to the facility to have parts of it that are not being take care off’. On top of that, they haven’t stopped rambling about the super-duper-fucking-important visit from some stupid big-wigs. They want it resolved before that happens, not just oiling it, but replacing all the hinges and stuff. (It’s not like they will go through here, but they are all perfectionist bastards).

I have to babysit those newbies that couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag, so I can’t do it.

So, get to it, Director Preston is already being an ass about all of it, somehow managing to be even more insufferable, and I don’t want to be screamed at (thanks for that, you cunts).

Do it before I get back.

Jack.

PS: When I find the one who teared my jacket, he will be cleaning the toilet with a fucking toothbrush AFTER chili day.

He gestured to Sean and gave him the note. “They were definitely people here until recently, but…”

“This isn’t some rich dude’s island, isn’t it?” he completed was he was going to say.

“Yeah, he wrote about some facility, you think…?”

“This is the government’s or something, bro?” Sean folded the note and put in the right pocket of his shorts. “Well, not like we have seen anything important. We came here by mistake… They would understand that, right, bro?”

Wally didn’t answer.

“That also mean they couldn’t just up and leave. There has to be someone here that can help us.” His optimism was something Wally detested to burst, but he didn’t think it would be that easy.

“Sean, I…”

He grabbed him and led him along the house, passing a set of stairs to an open bathroom to an empty kitchen. There were some dishes on the drying rack and there was a solitary cartoon of milk in the fridge with a single orange.

A small sense of dread began to crawl up on his spine, this was all way to empty and untouched. If this really was some kind of government facility, it stood to reason that it should be well guarded, or at least have some manner of use. But everything was empty and unused, like everybody had abandoned it. But even the lights were on, he had checked the stove and the kitchen sink; both gas and water were running fine.

What is going on here?

Sean went back with him, himself now following of his own volition, and began to climb the stairs. At the top of them was a dark corridor, Sean felt about the wall until he found the light switch and flooded the corridor with yellow.

Wally’s heart almost jumped out of his mouth. In a straight corridor that led to several rooms, there were pieces of torn wood scattered around, the small window at the end missing half of itself, the other almost shattered with what he knew were bullet holes, a small breeze coming from it. A door was hanging by a thread to the frame, another was torn in two and scattered in the corridor. Deep gashes were on the walls, like they were done with claws.

“Stay close,” Sean instructed as he began to advance, Wally wanted to scream at him to get back and run, but still he followed.

The closest door, the one a breath away from falling to the floor, belonged to a room in disarray; bullet holes riddled the walls and floor, a small desk was completely smashed to pieces, he could see part of a porcelain sink scattered from a small bathroom in the corner of the room. The bed was broken, split in half with green vines growing from a missing window all the way to the wall; curiously, they seemed particularly sturdy near the middle of the bed and a spot just above it, just on the side of more claw-like marks.

The other rooms were in a similar state, some had the beds broken and one had it standing straight on a corner, the borders of it incrusted in the wall. Beneath the intact desk on that room was a rifle, its black form a relief to him. “You can use that, right, Sean?”

He nodded and picked it up. “It still has bullets in it.” He pulled the desk’s drawer and found a smaller gun from it, a Beretta, if he recalled Sean’s lessons correctly. He offered it to him and Wally took it with nervous hands. “You remember how to use it, Wally-bro?”

“Yes, I do,” he said, sincerely hoping it to be true.

Sean’s face no longer had any lightless or a smile. “Let’s go back to the boat, maybe it was a one-off thing. If not, we can use one of the others. We may not need to use these weapons.” Wally wasn’t sure if he said that to him or to himself.

“Lead the way.”

When they were out in the corridor, Sean said, “Wally, if a human comes, let’s not shoot. We may be mistaken as hostiles.”

He curtly nodded once.

The creaking sound of a door was heard.

Wally’s blood turned to ice.

He and Sean looked at each other. His friend made a shushing motion and began to slowly walk towards the stairs, almost plastering himself along the wall. His feet avoiding the remnants of wood on the floor, he tried to copy it the best as he could but he was nowhere near as good as him. He flinched every time he stood on a piece of a tree.

When they reached the top of the stairs, he saw a tail swishing to the kitchen, the upper part a blue so dark it was almost black and the lower a grey tinted with blue.

Ah. That was the only pitiful thought he managed to have. Was that an animal of some sort? The tail was so big he didn’t want to see what the rest of it was. What…what should they do? Should they stay here and hope it didn’t want to climb to the upper floor? Can it even climb the stairs? They could not mount a defensive here, it was way to narrow and the doors were broken, they had no place to hide.

He almost jumped to the moon when Sean put his hand in his shoulder. He made frantic movements with his head. They were going to the lower floor.

He looked at Sean. I trust you with my life. He tried to say with his eyes. Sean seemed to get something of the sort, flashing him a nervous smile and began to slowly descend the stairs. Each step was like avoiding a mine, numerous thoughts swam in his head. Had any of them made any noise when they went up? How many were there? Why couldn’t they have made less?

He tried his best to step in the exact same way Sean was doing ahead of him, whose gun was pointed straight at where the creature came. When they reached the first floor, they advanced slowly, oh so slowly, towards the door that they had used moments ago. He could see the shadow of the tail dancing on the walls of the kitchen as they walked and he couldn’t stop himself from looking back now and then. The distance, once seemingly so small, now was a football field, almost expanding and moving their objective away each time their feet touched the floor.

He watched Sean, his movements, how he held his gun, and found a strange source of calm in the knowledge he will never abandon him, that, if a fight broke out, Sean will defend him to death, just as Wally would do for him. He hated that Sean would waste his life on him, but he hated more how warm that made him feel.

The open door -he didn’t think of that, why didn’t he realize if that it were to be closed, it would alert the thing back there when they moved it? Stupid, stupid- was a joy in his eyes, they slipped into the reception without moving the wooden slab.

Th door to the outside had its knob twisted and crushed into a clump.

Was this planned? Can that thing think?

Sea tried to budged the door, but it would not move. There were no windows on that side.

Maybe it was a coincidence, like how bulls can damage the locks of their pens or something like that. Yes, that had to be it.

Sean had become almost as pale as him. He urged him to the other door; the one must lead to the facility.

His prayer was answered when the door opened without sound.

A long tunnel with white light bathing plants on the side welcomed them. Wally wanted to scream.

The door closed behind them, Sean put the lock -oh, thank God- on, and their slow walk resumed. The plants were strange, they were normal shrubs and such but also vines that cracked the cement, pieces of it on the floor, with flowers that he almost swore glowed in rather neon colors. The flowers themselves were rather bulbous, more like a bud that a flower and rather odorous, they reminded him of rain and cinnamon. They traversed the entirety of the tunnel, all the way to the door that crawled with a snail’s pace to them.

An eternity later, that same door opened and he breathed the scent of salt. Sean once again locked the door, not before taking a peek to the other side, and began to breath heavily. A small sheen of sweat marred his face.

The are in which they were now was flanked to the right by enormous warehouses shrouded in darkness, only some small lamps offering any light, and by the left by vegetation the house part that small patch of green. The space between them as big as a parking lot and with some jeeps on it, one of them crashed into one of the warehouses, the scorch mark of a wheel barely visible near the lamps; the sea stretching opposite of the dense group of plants with a bigger pier that he guessed was for cargo, albeit empty of ships that could be used to do that.

“I think we’re in the clear for now,” Sean said in something just above a whisper.

“What was that? What was that, Sean?” he asked.

“Don’t know, bro.” His eyes were trained on the tunnel.

“What do we do know? The boats are the other way.”

“I’m thinking.”

He could call his parents, beg them if necessary, and ask them to get Sean off that island.

He patted his pants and bit back a curse, his cellphone was back at the boat. Why am I so fucking useless!?

Another idea, I need another idea. Maybe he could find a flare or something to make a signal, they had to have something like that in here. But wait, what if that thing saw it and chased them? Still, they had weapons, they could scare it off, at least, Sean could…right?

Maybe they could take a jeep and run to whatever that island had. He could see a dirt road disappearing into the green, small dots of light blinking past the foliage.

“We can get out of this together, Wally-bro,” said Sean. “We are a good team.” Despite his voice not rising to much from a whisper, a silver of bravery rose in him.

“Heh. You always know what to say.” He also needed to move, to do anything, even if it wasn’t perfect, it was better than being still. “We can take a car and go for help in whatever that facility is, it is bound to be protected and we are practically sitting ducks here.”

Sean’s smile returned to his face. “You said it, bro. I am a good shooter.” He lifted his rifle a bit. “I am sure we can scare that thing away, the Swolebros will teach him not to mess with people.”

The water rippled and exploded into a shower of foam, wet drops falling onto the concrete. From the sea came a tall thing; it resembled a dinosaur, with a body made of rippling muscles of steel, abs that seemed more stone than flesh and bulging biceps that made Sean’s look thin in comparison, a chest that ballooned out with two big black nipples. From the jaw to its lowers chest its coloration was blue tinted with gray, the back was very dark blue, the same patter seemed to apply to its slowly swishing tail.

That, he realized, was the thing that had entered the house. They hadn’t escaped it, it ambushed them.

The dinosaur-man, it -he- had to be man, for he had a massive almost glowing sky-blue cock, that despite being soft completely dwarfed his by a mile, hanging atop two black testicles that were bigger than anything he tough remotely possible on a living creature.

The dinosaur didn’t seem to be particularly concerned about the weapon Sean was pointing at him. Rather, his pale blue eyes, slitted like a cat’s, seemed to look at the two with burning intensity with an almost measuring glint. When its eyes trained on Wally’s, it captured his attention, the glowing eyes of the dinosaur drowning his in a haze of blue; he instinctively took a step back.

That seemed to please the thing, as he gave deep rumble that he likened to laugher, as a navy-blue tongue lapped his maw, letting them see razor-sharp teeth glinting int the night.

Wally noticed the dinosaur’s cock steadily hardening, as hunger grew in his eyes.

“H-hey, bro, we meant you no harm,” said Sean. Wally wanted to ask if he was crazy for trying to negotiate with that thing, but his voice was dismembered on his throat. “We are… lost, yes, lost. We will get back to our boat, and then we will be out of your hair–” he stammered when he realized the dinosaur didn’t have any hair to speak of, his whole body was lustrous and wet, but completely bald. “Um- out of your toes I mean.” And the dinosaur did indeed had toes, clawed ones, with nails that could tear trough flesh as if it were paper.

The dinosaur advanced one step.

“I-I am warning you, bro.” Sean’s hands were trembling, his twitching finger on trigger. “I took sharpshooting classes, so…”

The dinosaur advanced again.

A bullet pinged on the floor, cracking concrete and cutting the silence like a knife. “Warning shot.” Sean’s voice was firm.

The dinosaur, uncaring of his words, advanced again.

The sound of metal on metal hit his ears, as he saw a bullet spark on the dinosaur’s chest and fall off, flattened and deformed, to the floor, the momentum of the shot causing it to fall several meters away from the gigantic lizard.

Sean’s face crumbled into terror. “Th-tha-that’s not- How does that even- I-?”

Shit, shit, shitshitshit.

There was a car not so far behind them.

The lizard hadn’t moved any more, but his maw had pulled into a feral smile.

From behind them, harsh lights shined upon their attacker and the whirling sound of a chopper inundated the air, as he heard a metallic sound and a rain of fire began to bang against the dinosaur, the same pinging sound as before resounding across the warehouses.

“RUN, WALLY!” Before he turned to make a dash for the car, he saw something resembling annoyance cross the reptile’s face, before blue eyes zeroed on the shooting copter.

He ran as fast as he could to the gray jeep behind them, his legs moving without any input on his part.

Sean catapulted himself to the co-pilot’s seat. “Wally-bro, you are better driving than me!”

He yanked the door open as Sean frantically searched the glove compartment, screaming a ‘Fuck, yes’ when he found a key; handing it to him. Wally wasted no time in jamming it in the ignition lock and starting the rumble of the motor, crushing the pedal under his feet as the wheels screeched and the car began to run.

The dinosaur had stayed still while the bullets hit him, he didn’t even seem bothered by them, nor he did run after them, but when the car started and went to the road, his smile threatened to split his face and began to run after them, the chopper giving chase.

They went quickly into the barely lit green and, for his mounting dread, the dinosaur was keeping up with them, running faster than he thought possible, somehow managing to keep close to them. The helicopter following the lizard with a rain of fire that he still shrugged off with astonishing ease.

Sean fumbled with the contents of the compartment, taking out two radios and hurriedly hanging one on his shorts. “I will shoot it, bro! Don’t stop driving!” He jumped to the open backside and began to shoot.

The telltale sound of deflected bullets wasn’t a comfort in the slightest.

The explosion that followed wasn’t any better. “Was what that, Sean!?”

“Grenades!”

“This car had fucking grenades!?” Fuck. This has to be military. “Did it kill the dinosaur?!”

“Tanked it!”

“WHAT!?”

“It slowed him down! I think!”

No buildings were in sight just yet. They had to make time; they didn’t even know where they were supposed to go!

The helicopter went ahead, quickly turning left. Is it…? Caving to his instincts, he began to turn left as well, and was rewarded for it when the road forked and he took the -he hoped- correct road.

It is an island. An unmarked island, it can’t be too big. It can’t be too big.

---

Sean didn’t know what to do, that dinosaur, something resembling a plesiosaur (but not quite), had just ignored everything he had thrown at him. The bullets bounced off, the diminishing grenades slowed him down for a few seconds, not even stopping his run, before he recovered and came ever closer to the car.

He threw another grenade, it hit close to his head and yet it only reduced his speed a bit; the smoke parting and burning in his face the manic grin of a prehistoric animal. He roared with incredible volume, ringing in his ears and vibrating on his chest.

Have to save Wally. Have to save Wally. The mantra kept repeating in his head over and over; his friend was great, but Sean held no illusions; he couldn’t fight this thing, at least Sean could put all his days at the gym to use and give him enough time to make a run for it. But first they had to get to an enclosed area where he could hide.

He fired the rifle again; strange raucous growls were his only answer. He checked the small box that had contained the grenades, alongside a cracked gas mask -just three left- and steadied his hands. He tried to aim his rifle to his open mouth, to his teeth, to anything logic dictated had to be brittle. That road, very well cared for, he noticed, still had a few lumps and jumps on it; his recent shot had missed.

Come on, you can do it. Remember all those classes! He did remember them all those days in the field, those days where he held Wally’s hands and taught him to shot, how his face, so often in a grimace, turned into a small smile as he improved his shots, how handsome he looked in the sunlight. His hand found the trigger and the bullet caught the dinosaur in the middle of another roar, as did a second and third shots.

Slitted eyes widened in surprise, before a tongue lashed out and lapped a maw with glee. The dinosaur went off the road, jumping straight into the plants. Oh fuck! Unlike the road, that part was completely in the dark, he could not see anything there, and of course that thing had night vision!

Where had that helicopter gone? He hadn’t kept track of the time; he wasn’t even sure a minute had passed. His rifle aimed at the right; the seconds were days.

The dinosaur burst off from a terrifyingly close distance. How in the fuck did he get so close!? A clawed hand swiped at the jeep and the small roof, if you could call it that, was sliced right off. He frantically fired, the shots impacting close to him, but not deterring the pursuit of the animal.

The jeep lurched as Wally screamed and turned harshly to the right, the dinosaur had lost a little distance and then the helicopter came back.

A long and thin thing was grabbed by the dinosaur before it could impact him, and the missile, the fucking missile, managed to still throw him back and explode in a wall of fire so intense that he could felt the heat on his face burn away some on his eyebrows.

The dinosaur, who seemed to be made of final boss flesh, still ran after them, and when the second missile came, it made a somersault while running, avoiding the missile entirely. If he wasn’t so afraid, he would have been impressed by his sheer athleticism.

---

He could see a wide gray building getting steadily closer to them and in his adrenaline-fueled mind the image of a closed gate sprung. A red button on near the steering wheel helpfully labeled ‘Gate’ waited for his input. He crushed it with the desperation that had surpassed everything he had felt in his life and it slowly began to open.

The open gate was upon them. “Sean, Sean! Duck when I tell you!”

“You brace yourself, bro! I’m going to use all the grenades!”

No more words were needed.

He squashed the button again and the gate started to descend.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

His hands firmly on the box and a grenade, his rifle, without ammo and forgotten on the side, Sean counted the seconds until the next missile hit, he could only see the dinosaur and the box, everything else drowned in a land without sound.

The wind whistled and he threw the grenades, two pins on his hand.

The dinosaur didn’t avoid any of the two, the grenades opening a hole on the floor, making him trip and lose the grip on the just arrived missile, which catapulted him back.

He turned to Wally and his victory was killed when the helicopter followed where the dinosaur had been flown off and a shadow jumped from the top of the building and landed on it; barely seconds later, a slighter bigger shadow jumped to a first story window and the shattering of glass sealed the fate of the helicopter. It spun wildly without its driver, almost searching the sea and crashed into the forest with a resounding bang, the pillar of fire rising tall amongst the trees.

“DUCK!” Wally’s voice didn’t leave him time to further contemplate that, as he flattened himself as much as he could, a ripping sound making itself known a second after; the remaining roof of the car was torn was torn off by a closing metal gate. The car braked and spun to the side with Sean struggling to not let himself be thrown off. Finally, the car mercifully stopped, but he wasn’t calm just yet; if that lizard had managed to do all of that, breaking through that door would have to be an easy thing.

The garage was big and had cargo and many cars in it, along with some forklift and trucks, however, some of them were flipped to the sides or upside down, some of the lights on the sides were smashed, almost hiding a door on the side from view.

Wally hands were glued to the wheel, knuckles bone-white and his forehead on the center of it, rasping breaths escaping from it.

Sean jumped out of the car as he shook him quickly, as gently as he could. “Wally-bro, come on, we need to get out and seek help.”

His friend gave him a glazed look before nodding slowly. Sean watched the gate as he offered Wally a hand, helping him off the car. He was so very pale.

His steps were unsteady and the redhead took the lead as he walked with him towards the door. It opened on its own and let them in into a long corridor with metallic walls and blue-light. A sign was posted there:

►Reception Hall 1/Laboratories 1-4

◄Supplies Room/Rest Room A

There could be people and medicine for Wally there, he thought as he took the right path, cursing himself for letting the pharmaceuticals on the boat. Why was he so careless? He knew well that his friend needed those, and yet he still forgot them. How could he call himself a proper bro with errors like those?

He hurried up his steps.

What more he could do? He wasn’t of use here; he could buy Wally time but he didn’t have any way of getting him out the island. Maybe they could call his parents, no matter what the brunette had said about them, they must love their son enough to send a rescue, right? Yet, his own parents had shown him that wasn’t necessarily be the case for everyone. But what other choices did they have?

The noise of moving metal snapped his head back, just in time to see a shutter snap shut between Wally and him, the former having separated from him and leaning on a wall for support.

“WALLY!”

As always, his god-forsaken body fucked him up. He barely had run much to guarantee such a reaction, but then again, the doctors had told him stress could also hurt him, like others things; like exercise, food, breathing, fucking existing…!

He shook his head, breathing deep to ease his aching lungs. Sean was rattling the shutter, hands on the upper half of it, grasping the holes in it as his feet kicked the solid lower half.

Wally gave a mirthless chuckle. “Sean, go ahead, I will find another way.”

“I won’t leave you!” His conviction was absolute. He loved him for that. He did, he always had.

He shook his head. “We don’t know how to get this shutter off,” he said as he saw him wilt. “And you have to stop making noise or that thing will hear you.”

“But–”

He stood up using all his strength, that for once seemed to be returning. “We will meet again. We have this after all.” He shook the communicator on him. “Take care, Sean. And be careful.”

“Wait, Wally, please!”

He ignored his cries as he advanced to the other side of the corridor; his body may fail him, but he will force it to be of use no matter what it took, for he will get Sean off this island and back to safety, one way or another; that, he swore.

And with that burning drive inside, Wally went further in the unknown facility they had found themselves in, all his heart on one single goal.

---

The gigantic hands holding him close were almost crushing him to death. Erik thought of all the decisions that led him there and decided, that despite everything, he wouldn’t change a thing. A rather silly notion to think of then, he realized.

I can at least go down fighting like the bastard I am! Yet, all his bravado seemed to evaporate when his military grade knife, treated to a dangerous edge -he still remembered Carter excitedly letting him know how the process was done and all the advancements it had been needed to reach that place, really, the guy could talk- bounced off the skin of the dinosaur.

Fuck this fucking shit with a fucking jackhammer! He had already decided that the island could go to hell when the bullets had done nothing to deter the dinosaur, and redoubled his swears when something jumped from the building, reveling itself to be a green dinosaur that had torn the fucking metal door off the hinges taken him off the chopper, firmly gripped to his chest.

Now, when he had seen all those movies, he expected those moments to feel like an eternity, to allow him to see everything in slow motion as he gave a long introspection to his life and accomplishments.

He didn’t get any of that.

He barely processed what happened, just that he managed to get his radio and scream for help before losing its grip and have it clatter to the floor. And no philosophical remembrance came, he just remembered he had his last slice of pizza outside and that it was going to go bad. The movies lied to him!

He at least wanted a dramatic recollection, not that shit!

His mouth was invaded by something far too big and salty to fully wrap around; immediately after, molten liquid flooded his stomach in droves. The heat of it shot through his stomach to his limbs, to his head and to his cock, which turned harder than steel, pressing against the confines of his pants. His tongue could taste a thick head with a musky flavor that could only be described as pure masculinity, and the searing liquid that tasted of the earth and salt. Almost unwillingly, his tongue began to move in circles around the piece of meat, or at least tried to, as it was so big it had it crushed to floor of his mouth.

His nostril filled with the smell of a man, all going directly to his brain, putting it in a contented haze. All his pragmatism wanted to pull away, but his mind kept telling him only one thing: ‘more’.

Erik was almost out of air when the dinosaur seemed to sense it and let him go, his lips pulling off his gigantic cock with a resounding pop. He could see the lizard-man clearly now; a truly enormous thing that had to be at least four meters tall, mottled green with a cream chest, his cock rather horse-like in nature, a ring in the middle and barbs near the head. Beneath that spire of flesh was a leathery black sack with orbs bigger than soccer balls, the color slowly surging into lustrous gold at the root of the penis and continuing all the way to is head. He almost could see it glowing in the room, which he distantly realized was some sort of longue.

Sharp teeth were seen in a smile as an equally golden tongue came close with startling speed and hands ripped the upper part of his uniform, exposing his neck to the appendage, allowing it to lick a trail of wet heat all the way to his mouth, until it made it full once more. His tongue was wrestled to submission almost instantly, the golden meat roaming his mouth, lapping every drop of cum that he hadn’t taken to his stomach before slathering it onto his taste buds. The taste now pleasing and drowning, his cock getting harder as his body heated up and sweat began to pool on his clothes. A deep pleased rumble emanated from the dinosaur, so alike to a purr, except it was more like it was coming from heavy machinery than a small animal.

He felt the rest of his clothes being torn open with inhuman strength, even the Kevlar was punctured like wet paper, his sweat-covered body cooled under the air, yet still he felt himself heat up more and more.

His mouth was empty again as two arms wrapped around his armpits and lifted him of the floor with ease. The texture of the lizard’s skin was amazing, he could feel it was firm like metal but smooth and so so very pleasing to his boiling skin. He felt himself leaning to it, hoping to alleviate the still mounting temperature of his body.

The dinosaur opened up his legs and lowered him on his cock as he kept him close to his chest, until his balls and cock were on top of the reptile’s. He noticed how diminutive it looked in comparison, but what he noticed more was how mind-numbingly good it felt, how he could feel their members throb in unison.

The dinosaur moved his hips and Erik’s cock exploded in an ecstatic blast with a chocked gasp taking all of the air out of his lungs. He never had felt so good, and he hadn’t even been fucked yet!

*Good, good, you are doing marvellously, young one,* said a silky voice that jolted Erik’s mind out his lust-filled fog.

He tried to seek the source of the voice, but he still felt so good; only his head had gone out of the water, the rest of his body still remained wrapped in bliss. One of the hands caressed his chest, ghosting over his nipples with thick fingers.

Come on, Erik, get it together!

A deep laugher echoed in his head. *Why would you want to do that, aren’t you enjoying this?* The giant body holding him up moved once more, causing his cock and balls to slide over the gold dino-cock with painstaking slowness. The chest behind rumbled, the vibration spreading through him like a deep-tissue massage.

That was what he needed to realized the one speaking to him was the mass of muscle standing behind him. He would have felt more terror or existential questions but he was mainly concerned in trying to avoid cumming from the slow movements of the prehistoric animal. The matter of how such a thing could even exist, let alone be possible, a far less important concern on his mind.

Maybe I am just dreaming. Too much pizza last night.

*Is that your excuse, young one? A dream?* The voice was deep and sonorous a manly rumble of rocks. “Is this not real to you?* The movements intensified and two set of hand reached to his nipples and twisted them; the jolt of pleasure made him erupt again, painting gold with white. He felt his eyes sting and water.

Well, yes! I’m not gay!

Laughter came again. *Why do you humans always begin with that? You are man’s man, only your fellows can satisfy you, can they not?*

Fuck you!

*We can do that later if you want, I have been told I have a fantastic ass.* His hands left his nipples and he tried to ignored the small pang of loss that caused. *For now, let me enjoy watch you grow.*

As soon as he said that, he felt his chest pulse outwards with pain augmented with pleasure and balloon into pecs that would put Hale’s to shame, a feat he hadn’t thought possible before. Shit, shit… He wanted to rein some control but he felt so fucking good that all he could think was that he needed more, that he wanted that pain and pleasure to continue.

*Now, that’s more like it, but don’t forget your guests. It is not polite.*

Huh? Amidst the mounting heated joy, he saw what had to be his team in full gear, their faces looking at him with open mouths and wide eyes. It was the first time he had seen his Commander with such an expression. Oh, fuck!

*You like this, don’t you?* His stomach, to his shame the second less defined of his team, burned and rolled as all those extra pizzas he had snuck in at night began to melt along the droplets of sweat that had begun to pool on floor. Abs surging from them in jumps, each one of them feeling like they were being punched out from the inside of his stomach, a pleasurable kind of stretch;he relished the sensation. There were pale colored spots growing on all eight of them, a double of the reptile holding him.

The dinosaur continued to grind on him. *You always like them seeing you, even though you weren’t the biggest. But you always dreamed about it; them seeing you in the shower, bigger than ever, abs that could cut steel lathered with soap…*

He shot for the third time that night. Dimly, he was aware of two shadows emerging from the edges of his vision and giving chase to his friends. He buried the sense of disappointment deep in him.

And still he remained hard. There was a roar in his ears.

*It seems we lost our audience. No matter, we will have fun, just the two of us.* His arms were pulled from all sides as they felt like weights were making them grown, his bones popping and creaking as they got bigger and his biceps inflated to the level of professional bodybuilder and subsequently surpassed them with ease.

His feet still had socks for some reason, he deliriously noticed. *I left those on because I wanted to leave something for you to torn and it seems I was correct, wasn’t I?*

Hell no!

*There is not need to lie to me, all those pesky things that people would shame you for are not here.*

He didn’t have any of those. He still was totally straight, he had all of those muscle growth videos saved and backed up because he just liked those series, honest!

But then he imagined himself in those places, like the werewolves or other monsters, growing big and strong, beings who gave to their instinct and were stronger for it. Their clothes ripping, unable to contain the sheer mass within, as they exuded authority and could bend steel with their bare hands.

Oh, damnit, I should have kept my clothes for that! He immediately realized his own thoughts and tried to shut them down but the dinosaur rumbled once more.

And then his feet were on fire, they were altering their shape at an incredible speed, they were hot iron in the hands of a master, his nails turned black and morphed into claws, the rest of it growing so big he was sure not even three of his old shoes fused together would contain them. On the other side of his body, his palms became larger, black claws that could cut titanium replaced brittle keratin, the yellow scales shoot through them, covering tree tights and arms that had biceps the sized of basketballs in seconds, making him moan in delight.

He felt fantastic, like he could fight and elephant and win without any effort. *And here I thought you disliked all of this.*

Screw you, you fucking asshole!

*You will, of course you will.*

His back was shooting upwards and shoulders widening with sinew that could take a bullet and win. He kept going up and up until he saw the green snout again. His cock still a small thing grinding against that slab of man-meat.

Then the tantalizing friction stopped and his wanton groan echoed in his ears, swimming along the ever-increasing roar. “Fu-fuck… Why-why did you stop?”

His answer came close when the pressure mounted on his backside, pinpricks that melded together into a raucous explosion that shot at once and made him paint the floor with his cum; a yellow tail with a pale cream underside had exploded out of his back and was wagging excitedly in the air. Despite how alien it should have felt, it was like it was always there, an arm he should have used before and now was welcoming it again.

His whole body could melt through the floor at any moment, there was a burning need on his stomach, radiating all the way to his head. *Almost there… Fuck, you are so delectable…* The dinosaur’s voice held desire and passion, and while still retained its silky quality, now it was strained, like there was something just waiting to burst out.

The flared tip of the most appetizing cock pressed onto the ring of his anus, hands grasping his tail and sliding all over it in firm strokes that made him moan with uncontained need. The cock stayed where it was, circular notions smearing his ass with the thing he desperately required inside of him in this fucking instant!

A small grunt came from behind him and the head slipped past his sphincter with a wet pop. Erik groaned and banged his fist on the concrete, hearing a crack when he did so. Against all his wishes, the head did not move in any further, staying where it was, flaring agony in his terribly hungry stomach. Erik wanted to scream.

*Damn it, young one, your ass is so tempting. I just wan to ram my cock in it until you scream, pounding you until this floors turns to dust.* He nodded madly at the words, hoping that it would communicate enough of what he wanted.

To his horror, the head slipped out, his ass muscles holding it with all their might but failing to kept it in. He gave a guttural growl he was never capable of previously. “Why did you fucking do that!?”

*Oh, this?* He slipped in and out again, the need increasing each time, rising in a crescendo that threated to break him. *What is what you want, my manly beast!?*

Erik called it quits then, screw his pride, screw his badly made straightness, screw his fucking ass! “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

A feral grunt escaped a teeth-filled maw. *As you wish, my fucking beast!*

The cock that had unbelievable thickness and was at least seventy centimeters long rammed all the way in one single motion and Erik’s brain exploded in bliss. His cock, however, did not. While white-hot pleasure coursed through it, nothing come of it, it was a completely dry orgasm.

The dinosaur pulled all the way back and jammed it all in, plastering him on the cracking floor, the sound a joy to his ears, all while he cummed again without cum ever coming out. But his cock did began to change, each ram gave it a violent spasm and slowly began to change it, the color slowly turning a dark gold, the shape thickening and lengthening with each movement of the cock that he could feel distend his stomach and plow his abs from the inside; each time it did it was like hundreds of tiny orgasms burst on each centimeter of his member with a pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before, the head of it flattening and growing barbs, a roar now flooding all his being.

The dinosaur, his dinosaur, lifted him up once again, elevating him from the hole that now was on the spot he once stood, never once stopping his brutal assault on his ass. *Fuck yes! Your ass is amazing, I knew I would find the one here!*

Even then, that was not the only thing that had begun to shift, his balls bounced each time his stomach welcomed its new resident, and when they did, they were a little bigger and a little darker. Erik felt them become pleasantly full, each burst radiating bliss, and equally bursting, each second that he went without cumming driving him to bounce his ass on the cock in him to make it explode; he could feel the barbs latching on him and fucking his insides each time they moved in tandem with their hearts.

His head was roaring, each moan reshaped it, pulling his snout out and fusing his hair into a line and turning it from brown to a blood-red tone, feeling it slide from his head to his back, a trail of pin and needles that injected sex into his nerves. His tongue lolling out, now black as tar, triangular, and lengthened to new sizes.

When the hands came back to his nipples, they had turned black and were bigger than peaches, and the head of his cock happily bounced on his enormous and firm pecs. *Almost there, almost there,* said the dinosaur. *Accept us into your being.*

The roar was never a roar, it was a song, it was the Song. He heard its tones, its very own primality, the conjoined roars of all Saurians. Yes, that’s what those dinosaurs were, that was what he was.

When the Saurian rammed him once more, he sang with him.

With a roar that shook glass and pierced the air, his balls the size of melons shot all their load from a monstruous cock with the best orgasm he had ever felt in his life and Erik became a muscle-bound, manly, sexed-up Saurian who received the volcanic seed of his fellow Saurian, whose roar joined him as his stomach received all the seed he craved. It lasted for what felt like hours, each burst of semen being immediately replaced by another, the spasms without end, his seed shooting all the way to the roof and the other side of the room as his own stomach was flooded with dino-seed.

Eventually, his climax subsided and he jumped out of the arms of his Saurian shaking the floor with his colossal weight. His movements practiced and natural like a professional athlete.

He could feel all the other Saurians joined together and the Song that came from deep withing the earth. Ah, so that what’s this mission is all about.

He didn’t feel tired, he was full of energy, raring to go again, his body full of the need to move and find a hole to fuck.

He looked over to the Saurian. “I welcome you, my beast.” A toothy smile adorned his face.

“Yeah, you fucker,” he said approaching him, now able to stand head-to-head with the enormous reptile, and grabbed that bountiful ass with both hands as their throbbing cocks were squished together. “And I maintain what I said, that ass will be mine.”

A gold tongue lapped Erik’s snout. “And I, Zevanne, shall wait for anxiously for that. But there is something we must do, right?”

Erik gave that ass a squeeze and a slap before letting it go. “Yeah, now I have to Hunt.” His team members were still on the island, while he knew they would reject the Saurians at first, he also knew he could convince them to join him and Zevanne. If they won the Hunt and escaped… well, its not like he would force them. They were a team, after all.

“Shall we go, then?”

He licked his lips with a long black tongue. “Let’s. Ready your ass, Zevanne, before this night is over, I will make you moan.”

Teeth glinted in the night and both Saurians left the room.

“I still think my team will fuck you dinos up first.”

Zevanne laugh echoed in the corridors of the facility.