FSE

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For those that call the Earth their home most don't even realize how often their atmosphere protects them from meteorites that come from the stars above. Most don't even make it past the upper layer and those that do are often reduced to tiny fragments that had also lost their velocity from the intense friction. For one such stone it passed by unnoticed just many others that had attempted to make the journey to the surface of the planet, but unlike many the smooth surface of the almost perfectly spherical object was still completely intact. The rest of the rock that had been surrounding it had been burned away but as the central spheroid hurdled downwards through the night sky it continued undaunted to its destination, which happened to be a small park in the middle of a large city.

The object hit the ground with a dull thud after making its way through a small amount of cloud cover. It landed in the grass with an unceremonious thud instead of the usual impact crater most expected when hearing about a meteorite impact. As it rolled to a stop a few feet away from the dent it had made in the ground however the smooth shell cracked, though not from hitting the ground. It was from the entity inside, a thick shiny goo bubbling out from it as the pressure inside widened the opening until the entire thing split in half.

Once the egg-like sphere had released its contents the creature within, which to any watching would think it some sort of sentient mass of black gel, tendrilled his way through the grass towards the building nearest to where it had dropped...

John meanwhile grumbled as he opened the window, letting in the cool air into his otherwise stifling apartment. It had been two days since the AC had broken and with the current heat he hadn't been able to get anyone in yet to fix it, which meant another night sweltering. If he didn't have to work tomorrow he would have just stayed up and hoped that the temperature broke but with that being his strategy the first day it was broken he hoped that exhaustion would take hold tonight. Even with the window wide open he still kicked the sheets away from his body as he laid on the bed in his underwear.

As the gentle breeze wafted in the weather had cooled slightly and it did manage to lull the human man to sleep, his purple-tipped black hair still partially matted to his head as he closed his eyes. Something else had made its way in through the window besides the cooler air though as the shiny black goo spiderwebbed to the sill and pulled the rest of its mass over. This had been the closest place from where it had landed and the alien creature had sensed a potential host even from back in the park. The opening of the window had only enhanced the scent and eventually the gooey blob found himself inside a room.

The creature could sense in the air that the one it was being drawn towards was in a state of unconsciousness, a hunting ability refined from eons of evolution. He wanted to make sure that the new host would put up as little a fight as possible during the initial bonding stages. Later on he had other means to subdue but with no knowledge of what this creature's reaction would be he had to assume that it would likely be panic or fear. That was generally not a good situation when he was in this state, especially since being outside a host as long as he had been on this alien world was already staring to take a toll on his form.

Fortunately his salvation was soon at hand, or in this case at foot as it crawled up the sheets of the bed. The creature was still asleep and even though it couldn't necessarily see it could sense that it had little in the way of impediments to his body. This was good... that would make things easier for him as he began to slowly surround the feet of the creature. Given that this was likely the means of locomotion for this species if he could incapacitate the host there he wouldn't be able to run and potentially get help, and while some would prefer the head he wasn't sure of the intelligence level of this creature and how fast he could subdue it.

For John the tickling at the soles of his feet wasn't enough to wake him up at first. When the human's consciousness did stir he merely thought it was the breeze from the window or perhaps some of his sweat, but as he began to feel a slithering sensation crawling up his soles it was enough to activate the alarm bells in his mind. It still merely registered as potentially some sort of bug but as he tried to move to get whatever it was off of them the sensation only seemed to spread more. Finally when the feeling was too weird for his brain to ignore he sat up and looked down to see what looked like a pair of shiny black socks over his feet...

...except he hadn't worn socks to bed.

...nor did he own any that looked like rubber.

...especially none that seemed to move, or have purple toenails that looked like claws.

In those first few moments John thought he was dreaming, but with the host waking up the alien creature on his legs ceased his careful movements and surged upwards over the bare skin. The sensation was like putting on a wetsuit except it was doing it by itself, and as the thin rubber tentacles crawled quickly up his shins it finally snapped a response in his mind. "Wh-what the hell?" John said as he wiggled his toes only to see the clawed rubber ones do the same in response. "What is this stuff?!"

Confusion... the alien could sense it in the voice of his new host. That was good for the moment, the more the creature was in a state of disorientation the less chance it would try to call for help or do something drastic. Already it had tiny tendrils pushing its way into the pores of the creature, mingling with his skin and absorbing into his body. As he began to feel the fingers of the man attempt to pull at his rubbery form spreading over their knees it was already too late to try and separate now, but the alien was more than content to let this one flail about while starting to integrate with his nervous system and slide between the pockets of his biological form.

As the connection between alien and human grew at the legs John tried to pull the rubber off of his body, using one hand to brace himself while the other managed to sink his fingers into the gooey substance. Even though he was starting to freak out that there was something growing over his legs he did find it odd that while the area he grabbed was gooey when he put his fingers to his shins it was more solid. At this point he felt more like he was rubbing against a pair of latex stockings and as it continued to spread more of his thighs towards his hips it caused him to double his efforts in pulling it off. Whatever was covering him seemed to be suctioned to his skin and even when he got a handful of the substance it still wouldn't peel back.

"C'mon..." John pleaded as he continued to pull back, panting slightly from the exertion as it caused the goo to merely stretch more. "I can't... I can't get it off!" With the human starting to get desperate he pulled back as hard as he could, but as the rubber strands snapped he felt the loose substance almost immediately spread and looked to see a purple clawed hand clad in black rubber instead of his own. "AHHHHHH!"

"Silence..." the word came out of nowhere for John but it did cause him to stop screaming, which was a relief to the alien that was now also coating the hand that remained on his corrupted leg. Not only had the human managed to transfer his body to his other set of limbs but had managed to get several drops of the goo splattered onto his face, which allowed him to start making a neural pathway connection to the human. It wasn't much... but for the moment it had once more brought the creature back to the state of confusion that it desired.

Human, that was what this creature called itself, more specifically named John as he began to assimilate the knowledge that the human had. Even though the human grimaced slightly at feeling the alien start to tendril out over his face there was something else there that the alien could use. Pacification of their hosts for the initial bonding came in all forms and for this one as his gooey nature spread into and over the underwear that the man wore he could sense another reaction that only caused more confusion in the human. It wasn't much but with the black shiny tentacles slowly spreading out to keep the human contained and to draw more power from his new host the alien creature believed it could subdue this one in such a manner...

"Shhh... relax..." the alien voice whispered into the mind of the human, the connection between them growing stronger as the goo began to push painlessly into his ear while more tendrils spread down the back of his neck. "Not here... to hurt you..." With direct access to the brain of the human the alien could sense exactly what was working and what wasn't, but even with many of his levels still spiked they were starting to go down as the reassuring words dripped into his mind like honey.

For John his thoughts were starting to grow clouded as he looked down at himself, seeing the bizarre scene of his arms completely coated in rubber all the way up to the elbow while a similar situation was happening to his legs up to the knee. Besides that the strange rubber tentacles were slithering up all over the rest of his body and despite how terrified he knew he should be it was also incredibly stimulating. This couldn't be happening... this had to be a dream... but as he closed one of his eyes when the goo pushed over it he found his own mind reassuring himself that this was real. A deep chuckle seemed to reverberate in his skull when he thought that and he found himself gritting his teeth in pleasure as the pupil of his open eye became tinted with purple.

As the human wondered how any of this was even possible including this voice in his head the alien was only growing stronger. With access to the human's brain he could see out of their eyes and feel through their bonded skin while also gaining better access to their language to communicate. "...it is possible, we are one now," the alien said as he continued to find everywhere the human was sensitive, feeling the resistance to becoming his host already starting to falter slightly. "You will understand soon... but first..."

"Let us get a good look at you!"

In the very next moment the shiny black tentacles pulled up from where they had been coiling around the groin of the human, ripping the underwear he had been wearing with surprising strength. John's hips were practically pulled up from the bed as he was rendered completely naked by the creature that had completely enveloped his limbs. Even though he was still confused and shocked at the display that was happening he found himself almost painfully erect, even feeling himself blushing slightly as he could see and feel the tendrils slowly curling up around his shaft. He should not be getting hard from this, but what bothered him even more was with the symbiote coating his arms all the way up to the elbow he couldn't even reach down to feel it.

The fascination that the human was experiencing was exactly what the alien wanted; not only was this host receptive to his ministrations but he was also starting to succumb with just the light pressure being put on his mind. The tendril in his ear began to spread and coat the entire thing as more of them started to coat over his face, letting this human squirm underneath his grasp. Pleasure was definitely the key to this one and as the thick goo began to slither into his mouth it also did the same between his rear. With greater coverage inside the mind of this host the creature was able to absorb more about how this human worked, at the very least on the physiological level.

"Quite the fine body..." the alien said in John's mind, feeling the human squirm as he continued to slide over the human's flesh. Already he had managed to completely cover the legs of the creature with the black alien skin, which his host had likened to something called rubber on their world that they quite enjoyed. That was good... the more he could anchor himself into such a thing the easier it would be to control this one as the sensitive cock of the man was enveloped. "And so easily swayed too, heh."

This time all John could do was let out a slight groan as he was being teased by something that was inside his own head. Part of his mind tried to say that there was something wrong with having some sort of strange alien creature cover his body, but as his eyes opened slightly and revealed the soft purple glow behind them the influence of the other entity was quickly overpowering it. He found his body becoming increasingly receptive to the touch of the rubbery substance that had completely coated his limbs, as well as something else as he managed to look down to see his throbbing cock. With one eye already coated by the entity he cold still see his maleness covered in the shiny black substance while sticking straight up in the air.

As the goo started to stroke against the sensitive flesh it was more than just encased, it looked... bigger. His legs did as well with that goo still ripping around them and as the alien continued to assert itself he could feel tendrils rippling around between his legs. Suddenly the human let out a gasp as he felt something push inside his rear, his clawed hands gripping his bedsheets as the alien began to push inside between his cheeks just like it had done with his ear. A wave of pleasure caused his eyes to close again as the combination of sexual stimulation and other strange sensations from his body were making it hard for him to think.

"Don't resist this..." the alien voice whispered once more, the once forceful tone replaced with something more playful in John's mind as more gooey tendrils began to push into his mout. "Doesn't it feel good to just... give in?" Any attempt at an answer was foiled by the saves of pleasure that John was experiencing as he felt more goo continue to crawl up through his scalp and over his face as his chest and face became the only thing that was exposed.

With the rubber crawling more up John's body he started to find himself agreeing with the voice in his head. It may have been the pleasure that was coursing through his system or the fact that seeing his body covered in rubber like that was incredibly hot but the more he could feel it spreading the better it felt. "Yesss... just a little more..." the creature said as John's eyes closed once more while his cock throbbed, his hips bobbing up and down in the air as the alien creature stimulated him. "Just a little more and you'll be..."

Suddenly John let out a cry as he came, his entire body arching up into the air as the pleasure-stricken human could feel his enhanced, rubber-covered maleness spurting out onto the bed and himself. As his mouth remained open in a heavy pant he could feel the tendrils of the alien substance pushing past his lips, starting to coat them as a wave of rubber rode the euphoria of his orgasm to cover his chest. As his eyes opened slightly he could feel his hair getting covered as the voice in his head grew stronger, taking advantage of his weakness after such an intense climax to wiggles its way further into his psyche.

"Aww, done already?" the alien said with a chuckle in his mind, the eye of the human that wasn't completely covered slowly opening as a tint of purple played around the edges of the iris. It was a sign of the human's corruption, the spent creature becoming his host as teeth formed on the mask that was slowly enveloping the man's face. "We will have to work on that."

Work on that... the words weren't even registering in John's mind anymore, nor was the sensation of control in his body. But he didn't have control, there was no need for it when whatever was inside him was taking over. As the symbiote merged into his brain the last of his body was enveloped, the human flesh disappearing under the blackness of the rubber that engulfed him. Purple details formed as the shiny gold fangs moved into place over his own mouth, covering them along with the mask-like eye as the alien material wiggled into his eye which the pupil had turned a glowing purple.

Together... as one...

The last of the human's face disappeared under the rubber, and along with it himself as the alien manifested completely. John could still feel everything, even his tongue lashing out as the rubber that coated it extended out into something completely monstrous to him. With their minds completely integrated along with their bodies the alien was fed information from the host on this new world, getting everything about him as he could still sense the delirious consciousness of the one that he had taken over asking who he was.

"WE... are Abrax," The alien replied as he quickly hopped up on the bed, the human feeling his body moving so fluidly as those clawed hands ran down the black rubber muscles of their shared form. "Yes... we could get used to this." Though John had been pushed into the back seat of his body and was still reeling from his orgasm that the alien had given him he was still able to see that the one who called himself Abrax was using the mirror that was on his closet to check himself out. It also gave him a chance to see what this symbiote thing had done and as he looked at the reflection he saw that along with the black rubber the purple had spread out into a rather intricate pattern along with the same gold that made up his alien mouth and eyes.

"Symbiote?" Abrax exclaimed, chuckling every time his host was shocked that something moved without him telling it too. "Strange, from what you have in your mind symbiote is not a bad thing. There is also something else that is associated with it... lust."

Though the human was still reeling from being encased and controlled by an alien creature it still seemed to have enough sense to try and figure out what was going on, but that was of no consequence for Abrax. After being cramped up for so long it was finally time to stretch his legs now that he had them. While he found himself posing several times and rubbing his fingers against the fin-like protusions that adorned his forearms he tore himself away from the reflection and went over towards the window. This room was far too stuffy and there was a whole wide world out there for him, one that he would soon be the dominant creature of if these humans were any indicator of the structure of this world.

Inside the creature the host was distraught at this, but not in a manner that was considered aggressive. Embarrassment, that was the word that came up, and when he voiced that he found that it only caused more of the same emotion. Abrax wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but neither did he particularly care as he dug his clawed feet into the bed. He had a host again, one that was rather complex but easily swayed, and that was just how he liked it as he went to the window and started outside.

As he was about to step out to give this new body a true test he once more felt that same emotion as before, and it was starting to irritate Abrax. As they were still bonding the process wasn't absolute, and while that was the case the host had the ability to fight back. Normally as the dominant species of the pair the alien didn't have to deal with such things after he had subjugated their body, but this one was proving to be particularly irksome in some ways. It wasn't that he was trying to regain control, but rather that he didn't want to go out for some reason.

The head of the symbiote was directed down towards his groin, which was where the host's maleness was out. It still had a few rivulets of human cum from when he had caused him to orgasm so he could take control, but while that normally didn't matter he had a sensation that this wasn't supposed to be. It was... indecent? Exposure? While Abrax couldn't care less about that he suddenly got a mental image of something call police cars, followed by helicopters... interlopers, ones that would take him and harm him or his host for answers.

"Fine, I see your point," Abrax stated as he cupped his clawed hand against them, shuddering slightly from the sensitivity they still had as he formed the rubber he used to augment this body and completely encased them. When he was finished he looked down so that the human could see that there was a bulge down there instead, something that seemed to resonate with the man and found another strange emotion bubbling to the surface... gratitude. "Now it's time to show you the true power we wield, for which this body shall do nicely."

With John's apprehensions satiated there wasn't much more that Abrax had to deal with from his host. He could sense the fear and adrenaline that came when he jumped out of the window, or the exhilaration and racing heart that came when he effortlessly swung from branch to branch. The alien was used to all that, the primal urges that came with being a sentient being, but as they sailed through the air he had to stop more than once and dug his claws into bark of the tree he landed on as another strange sentiment went through their shared mind. Abrax had spotted an animal that the human brain identified as a dog and as it went down to snatch it up he was almost shocked by the abject horror that had gone through him that nearly caused him to fall.

"You do that one more time and I'll make sure your asleep for this," Abrax threatened, only to get a wave of resentment back from his host. This was not good... while he had thought he had easily wrapped this one up there were unseen cascades of thought that kept pushing his hold on the creature. These... emotions, they were so completely foreign to Abrax at both their intensity and suddenness that it caused him to reconsider this particular host.

Abrax let out a growl of anger as another emotion surged through him, this time remorse. "This needs to stop now!" the alien snapped, causing the human within to go quiet. "If this is how you wish to act when we have the potential to be so much more then point us to a human that doesn't have such... emotions... what do you mean you're all like this..."

As Abrax absorbed the information from the human his golden eyes widened and he found himself slashing into the tree. They were all like this?! Even half-conscious his host was sending these powerful messages of emotionality through their shared psyche, and if he tried to take full control he knew he would risk damaging the host and potentially being stuck on an alien planet inside a creature that couldn't move or talk. "Fine then," Abrax said as his eyes narrowed at seeing his prey running off at his outburst. "Tell us how we are supposed to gain sustenance then..."

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The next day John woke up with a yawn, shaking the hair out of his face as he remembered the craziest dream he had. At first some sort of rubber suit was crawling up his body and then he started hearing voices, and as it took him over it started to say a whole bunch of stuff about being one creature or something. Then he jumped out the window and started bouncing around the trees and it was angry at him for some reason. It was all very hazy but one thing that he did remember was that he looked hot as whatever that creature was and may have to try and get it down on paper as some sort of concept design.

As he got out of his bed he found something odd about his sheets, the fabric being torn in places as he frowned. It was his nice sheet and he must have done it in his sleep as he tossed it to the side and got up completely. After doing a few stretches he went to the door to open it, only to hear a loud crack that caused him to jump. As he did he let out a gasp of shock as the door fell towards him only to have him slide out of the way and let it fall to the side.

"What... what the hell..." John said as he looked back to the doorframe to see the hinges had been busted off the wood. "That... doorframe must have been older than I thought..."

John found himself swallowing hard as he scooted past the fallen door to get to the bathroom, only to stop dead at what he saw. Almost a dozen fast food containers were scattered about on the table and counter, all of them empty as his need to shower was quickly forgotten. The last thing he had remembered in his dream was that the alien or something had asked him about food... but it had to have just been a dream, right? As he looked through them all he did find one container that had one last fry in it, but as he brought it up to his face he felt his tongue stretch out and saw the gold tipped rubber wrap around it and pull it into his mouth.

"AHHHHMMMmmmppfffh!"

As John screamed he found his voice being muffled as rubber suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere and seal his lips shut. He continued to try to make words despite that and as he tried to pry the goo off with his fingers he stumbled forward and crashed into the table. Before he fell into it he saw something black and shiny shoot up from his back and wrap around the light fixture above, breaking his fall before it let go and caused him to flop onto it instead. The food wrappers went everywhere and as the human began to hyperventilate it was made harder by the fact he only could breathe through his nose, at least until he suddenly found more air rushing into his lungs with each breath.

It is hard to believe that you are the dominant species...

That voice... as John froze in place he could hear it laughing and remember hearing the exact same one in his dream. Even with being able to draw in air he still felt faint and as he began to get lightheaded he heard his chair getting dragged across the floor and positioned under him before suddenly falling back. As the events once more came back to him, this time without the mask of being some sort of strange dream, things felt even clearer to him. The feel of the wood under his hands, the strength of springing from tree to tree, the rushing of the wind across his... naked body?

When he looked down at himself he found that while he was naked that hadn't been the case before. He was covered in rubber, or something like that, and it had a strange pattern over it. As he remembered seeing himself, or rather the symbiotic creature as the name came to mind, it definitely looked like a rubber suit but with a few defining features. He would say that it was monstrous and that would have fit, but there was something else about the muscular, almost bestial shiny form that he couldn't quite describe.

You had considered it 'arousing'.

"Stop that!" John said as he got up again, rubbing his head as thought that would somehow get rid of it.

Do you think I want to be up right now? I had just settled in to recharge after starting the bonding process with my new host and I keep being awakened by this... this NOISE... the constant movement in your mind... it is INCESSENT...

For a moment John tried to figure out what that mean, only for the symbiote to bemoan that it was happening again. "Wait, are you talking about my thoughts?" John asked, his shock and confusion beginning to turn to ire. "Are you harassing me for THINKING?"

You do so much of it!

At this point John was unsure of whether to laugh, cry, or curl up into the fetal position as it was slowly settling in on him that he had some sort of alien in his head that had taken control of his body during the night, and was now complaining that he was overthinking it. It was by far the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his entire life and the fact that it had also caused him to destroy his door and almost broke his table in half was not helping things. From the sound of it the only reason he was out right now was because the symbiote had exhausted itself during the night after apparently having the largest fast food bender in the history of humanity. As he looked at the wrappers once more John suddenly realized that the symbiote hadn't taken his wallet... so how did he pay for all this food in the first place?

Pay?

"Um... something that you would exchange for this, like money or a plastic card?" John replied, feeling like a crazy person for talking to himself and hearing something responding as he conjured up a mental image of money.

I did not use this... money. They gave it to me.

"They... gave it to you?" John repeated.

Yes.

"...that's it?"

They were making the same noise you were attempting to make while they did.

If that helps.

Since John was pretty sure that the symbiote didn't know the definition of sarcasm he guessed that he meant screaming, which was definitely not a good thing as he went to his television and turned it on. After switching over to local channels he found that there were a number of news stories about a psychotic man in a rubber costume scaring late night drive through employees and demanding food. As he continued to flip through the channels he heard a crunching noise and looked down to find that he had managed to crush the remote on his second pass through of the channels, dropping the wrecked plastic as he noticed his nails had turned gold and lengthened into claws. When he asked the alien inside of him if that was his doing the symbiote said no and that he didn't have control of his newfound strength, something that John added to the list of problems he seemed to have gained since last night.

I much preferred you when you were half-asleep, you were... what is it...

"What, compliant?" John asked as he could feel his mind overheating with questions on what the hell he was going to do. "Easily manipulatable?"

Hornier.

Hearing the creature in his head say that caused every racing thought in his mind to come to a screeching halt, especially as it reminded him that he was once more walking around his apartment completely naked. "Are you serious?" John asked. "Why?"

When you were in this state you call horny you were much easier to dominate.

John felt his cheeks turning bright red as he found himself blushing despite the fact that the cause of it was from something that was inside him.

There it is again, hosts are so much easier to manipulate when in that state.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" John said as he went into his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror as though trying to regard the alien that was somewhere behind it. "You shouldn't even be inside my head! I didn't ask for you to be in there you know, you just started doing all that stuff to me and I was too asleep to fully realize what was going on!"

Mmmm... I think I like it when you're... like this.

"You mean flustered?" John asked.

Yes.

"Why?!" John bemoaned.

You don't think as much.

As John just gave his reflection a look in the mirror he saw that his hand had started to move, his eyes widening as he felt his fingers grip around his maleness without him telling it to. When he took a step back and looked down he found his hand was completely covered in the symbiotic rubber all the way up to his elbow and so was his groin. As he was about to rebuke the symbiote he found the feel of the material sliding against itself to be heavenly and it was hard to try and stop it. He could hear the symbiote chuckling in his head but it was being drowned out in the pleasure of the moment as his eyes began to glow with a violet light.

See, it is much better when we are like this...

"Like this..." John said as he found himself pressing his back up against the wall as his other hand began to fondle his sack underneath while the rubber continued to spread. The sensations he had felt htat night were returning with a vengeance and the more the symbiote covered him the less control he had over those parts. "We... like this..."

Yes we do.

We like this very much.

John let out another groan as he could feel himself continuing to get played with, moaning loudly while practically sitting on his bathroom floor. The black rubber continued to spread up his arms but as it got to his shoulders it slowed down, then stopped completely. As the haze of pleasure began to lift the human found himself blinking a few times as he came to his senses. He let out a gasp and sat up as his hands returned back to their natural state while he found himself more intrigued at what had just happened.

"You were taking control again..." John said. "Why did you stop?"

I could not keep going, you are rather weak.

John frowned again at that, turning away from the mirror as he ran his hands through his long hair in frustration.

Mainly you lack stamina.

"I get it," John said as he started his shower, looking for something to take his mind off things.

...sexually.

"I said I got it!" John shouted in irritation. "I swear if I didn't know you were some sort of strange alien goop I would think you're doing this on purpose."

I am not goop, we are Abrax. You will realize when our bonding is complete.

As John was a retort that the symbiote was Abrax and not him he found himself bonding. "Wait, are you saying this is not permanent yet?" John asked. "Like you could potentially go off and find another host?"

Yes.

"I... see," John said. "Why did you pick me, out of curiosity."

You were the closest viable host in the proximity of where I landed.

"Well now I wish that I hadn't asked that," John said as he let the water cascade down his body. "If that's the case then maybe we can find you a more suitable host, someone stronger with more stamina so you can go and do whatever it is you need to do. How does that sound?"

That is... acceptable.

"Great," John said with a sigh of relief as he twisted the handle to make the water warmer, only to have it break off in his hand. "I don't suppose in the meantime we can stop this from happening?" There was a chuckle in his head and the symbiote stated that yes, he could teach him how to control his newfound strength, and in exchange before he found a new host he could learn about these emotions that John kept having... including the ones that seemed to excite him the most.

Over the next few months John had two rules for Abrax; keep his head low and don't get caught. They had been fortunate that the places he had hit for food had crappy cameras that didn't really show him, but if they had gotten a picture out onto the internet they wouldn't have had a chance. The two also went out after John was done with his work in order to not only look for a new host but also to train the current one to make sure he didn't destroy anything while they waited. The first day went through a lot of keyboards but eventually John managed to learn how to pull back on the symbiote strength when he needed to do delicate tasks, as well as pour it on to do things like crack a boulder with a single punch, provided Abrax covered his hands, or deadlift a car.

Since such things were not considered normal in society the two had scouted out an old shipyard that was mostly abandoned. With hundreds of yards of space in any direction and not a human or camera in sight Abrax was allowed to come out, the symbiote clawing his way through old ships and rending the metal or vaulting from one piece of scaffolding to another before finally landing on the top of a crane with his feet. While it wasn't exactly the freedom that Abrax was expecting when he had taken a host on his planet they were making do, using the weekend to spend the entire day with the symbiote out. By the time night had fallen Abrax was sitting on the same crane as before, using John's phone to scan through pictures for a new host like they had been doing.

What about that one?

As Abrax looked down at the guy he was about to swipe on he just shook his head. "He has that alpha tag on his profile that you warned me about," Abrax pointed out as he swiped left, only to find that was the last one of the matches that had been made. "It seems that we have exhausted the list once more, perhaps this app is not the best place to find hosts."

Well we can't just go out and take someone random off the street, this is the best way to preview them in today's age unless we're just looking for a hook-up.

Suddenly John felt the rubber pull away from his head and found himself in control of their entire body, which caused him to nearly fall backwards as he used his toe claws to leverage himself. "What's wrong?" John asked. "I'm not thinking too much for you, am I?"

There wasn't a response from Abrax, and that caused John to be slightly concerned. When they weren't training him on the physical aspects of their combined form he had been showing the symbiote how to handle and identify human emotion, which was almost more tiring then all the working out. For the first few days it had been rather normal but as the had progressed he had found that more than once instead of just pushing through and dominating a session he retreated instead. Was it possible for symbiote to fall ill?

Don't be stupid.

"Ah, there we are," John said with a chuckle. "So what is going on?"

You said we.

"I did?" John asked in slight surprise. "I mean, we do spend a lot of time together, it's going to happen."

No, in reference to the selecting of a new host, you said we can't just go out looking for a random guy... and that we were looking for a random hook-up.

"Oh... so I did," John said, looking down at the phone in his hand. As he glanced past it at the ground that was far below his rubberized feet he had used to freak out about it, but in the last week especially since they had been getting even more intimate with one another it had become almost natural to be like this. "Like I said, we've been spending a lot of time together."

I see...

What is, jealousy?

John was surprised to hear the symbiote ask about that emotion in particular. "Usually don't have lessons this late in the evening," John said with a chuckle, once more feeling Abrax inside him not responding in his usual manner that caused him to get more serious. "Um... so jealousy is when someone gets angry or sometimes afraid because they want something that belongs to another, or when they don't have something and its going to another person. Why?"

You expressed an unknown emotion when we look for new hosts, that is the word that floated around it in your mind.

"Shit, really?" John said in surprise, rubbing his hand against his face in shock at hearing that. He knew that they had been growing closer together during this time, but he hadn't realized that he was actually feeling jealous that someone else was going to get Abrax. "I'm sorry... I didn't even know..."

John...

"What is it Abrax?"

I do not which to find a new host anymore.

There was a moment of pause, the wind whistling past them as it was John's turn to be silent for a few seconds as he looked out over the harbor.

"...I guess I had sort of been hoping you'd say that." When he said that the human felt a weight that had been lifted off of his chest, and while he wasn't sure whether it was his, Abrax's, or both he found that one thing was for sure... that he really didn't care. He found himself smiling as he stood up on the crane and stretched his rubbery form while the symbiote slowly covered it, his eyes glowing with a bright violet light before it disappeared under golden rubber. "So what now?"

Stamina training.

With having received several noise complaints already from their apartment the symbiote had been moving around in order to have some fun, mostly in houses that were vacant that sat away from others. Their abilities made it easy enough to break in and once they were inside they quickly found the nearest bed. Today was even more insistent and by the time Abrax had found something the rubber was already rippling around their muscular body in intense desire. In very short order the symbiote had found that his human host very much enjoyed what he was capable of and had graduated from hand jobs to far lewder ways for the alien to pleasure him.

Even before they got to the bed John could feel a tentacle forming in his mouth, a trick they had learned very early on as it morphed into a familiar phallic shape. It didn't take much for Abrax to get it to be exactly like the mutated one that was between their legs, which was already being stroked by one of their hands as they let it slip from the bulge that kept it from flopping around. They were already rock hard and it didn't take much for host and symbiote to fall into the familiar rhythm; sometimes Abrax would allow the human to be exposed and slowly wrap around him, letting him see his body getting penetrated by the symbiote if he wanted to show the dominance that John loved, especially if there was a mirror involved. This would not be one of those times though, not with the two finally committing to each other.

It was time for the final bonding process to begin.

Over the time that they had been together John had always been resistant to the idea of bonding with the symbiote, even after it proved to be beneficial to his body in so many ways. With each day that they trained together however it didn't take long for that trepidation to pass and for them to get over their annoyances to get to this point where he couldn't imagine waking up without Abrax. It was so strange for him to think about it in that way but as his face became partially exposed from the muzzle of the symbiote forming the rubber dick being pushed into his face the purple glow of his eye had already started to manifest. It was a road of no turning back but as John let out a muffled groan he no longer resisted the symbiote in any way, even if they did still annoy each other from time to time.

But isn't that how any relationship worked?

John's back arched as he could feel the rubber against his hips and thighs coalesce around his back, specially just above his spine as a second tentacle was being formed. With the way their minds were intertwined they could actively feel one another's pleasure and Abrax could direct the sensation anywhere they wanted it, which as he formed another identical clone to their own rubber cock he pushed it in that direction. The result was less feeling like a dildo was penetrating him and more like he was being stretched open by his own member, which when he was the symbiote he found had grown even bigger on the insistence of Abrax.

It was something that John didn't mind at all, especially not now as they took their rubbery hand and wrapped around the shaft, their mouth opening in a loud hiss as their tongue slithered about. As the bonding pushed their physiologies into a more blended state they continued to push the boundries of what the host and symbiote could take as far as sexual pleasure. They had been very apt in this particular field of training and as their hand continued to glide up and down their throbbing member the spaces between their digits began to merge together. Soon it was less of a hand and more of a mitt that rubbed against it, though as the rubber contoured itself it became more like a sleeve as smaller tendrils eagerly wiggled against the shaft.

But unlike the first time they had met the body of the host wasn't going to pop just because of a little fondling, even with their throat starting to bob up and down from the cock inside of it to mimic a blowjob. It wasn't for a lack of trying as the sensations grew more intense by the second, the feeling of blowing himself and stretching open his anal walls while at the same time it actually happening to him would have been enough to cause them to climax fairly quickly. But John and Abrax were more focus on something else that was happening to them, the line between the two blurring as part of the symbiote's head melted away to reveal the eye of the human.

But was he really human anymore... that thought had briefly passed by as their form was brought up so that John could see in the nearby vanity mirror. Like a light that was slowly being fed power he could see the swirling purple glow that normally signaled the control of the symbiote growing brighter, especially as he felt the tentacles in his ears spreading the rubber out even more. It wasn't just coating his mind, it was melting and merging as the two entities became one inseparable force of nature. Alien and human blending together, finally becoming the one thing that the symbiote had declared from the beginning.

We are Abrax.

A surge of power went through their body as the last remaining barriers between them were broken down, aided by the pleasure radiating through them as their body began to shift and grow. The musculature that had been slowly growing on them thickened considerably and rippled through their form like waves while still keeping that more toned physique that they enjoyed. Their maleness also surged with additional length and as their tongue did the same they found themselves shifting their position and leaning forward. While they might not have been able to do this before the symbiotic material binding and merging with his spine allowed them to wrap their tongue around the head of their cock before sliding down the shiny length and finally engulfing it in their maw.

The rubber had once more completely coated their head and as Abrax looked over at the mirror what they saw was perfection; their clawed hands sliding behind their toned thighs as the gag in their mouth made way for the real thing. With it pushing past their sharp teeth it was actually technically going through two maws while the one that was formed in their butt could be seen pumping into them. They knew exactly where their prostrate was and as they started to suck up and down on their own member they were driving towards climax rather hard. The symbiote tried to keep back as much as possible but it wasn't long before Abrax had to let go and let his legs flop to the bed as his shaft spurted out thick black goo that landed on their chest before being reabsorbed into their body.

Abrax let out a growl as the orgasm washed over them, the merged creature writhing in the bad as their changes also came to a head. Both knew that there was no turning back and as they laid there on the bed with their shiny fingers playing against the softening shaft neither had anything negative to say about it. "Much better," Abrax said. "We do make a good team after all, though perhaps it's time to think about this hook-up that was spoken about earlier."

There was no real response in their head, at least not in the form of words, because there was really no need for it. While the back and forth would still be there the two were connected to a point where they could intuit most things with each other, especially with Abrax out. It might be different when the symbiote was back inside but for the moment that didn't matter as the monstrous shiny creature laid there in a state of post-bonding euphoria. Finally, Abrax thought to themselves, they were finally complete.

As the two laid there for a few minutes their head finally shot up when they heard someone putting in a key into the lock of the front door and turning it to open. Aside from the messed up covers Abrax had made sure not to make too much of a mess and after softly hopping out of the bed and pulling the covers to straighten them out again they hopped up on several pieces of furniture and then the wall. The skylight they had used to get in was so far up that a normal person would have had to use a rope, but luckily for them there was no such need as they hopped to the opening and extended several tentacles to catch themselves. For a few brief moments they hung there before hoisting themselves up, launching themselves through the opening before using another shiny appendage to shut the window and bound off across the roof back to the forest...

A few days later the human was once more sprawled out on the bed, the soft breeze from the outside blowing across their skin. The last of the black and purple rubber that could be seen on the skin disappeared and as an eye slowly opened it revealed the glowing purple iris underneath. It was morning... after bouncing around the city all night and working all day it was starting to get hard to tell the time anymore. Not that it really mattered to them as Abrax sat up and stretched, groaning slightly from the transition to human form before they got up.

After going through their recently repaired door they shuffled over to the table and sat down, leaning forward as the inky black and bright purple tentacles emerged from their back. The kitchen area was briefly a flurry of activity before they looked down and saw the bowl they had grabbed get placed right in front of them followed by the milk, spoon, and box of cereal in quick succession. As their human hands reached for the box to open it and pour another tentacle grabbed a brush to get the knots undone from their long hair while another took the brand new remote control and used it to turn on their television.

"-police reporting that they still haven't found any clues to who had cleared the drug house and revealed the location of those that had been detained," the news woman said after they had flipped through several channels, the human hand and one of the tentacles doing a fist bump before he started to eat. "Sources say that this the third in a rash of drug and crime related attacks, signaling a potential war between rivals or perhaps some sort of vigilante."

It seems we are getting a reputation.

"Yeah, one that we can use," the human stated, their shared consciousness still preferring to conversate instead of just sharing thoughts, much like one speaking out loud instead of just in their head as the head of their symbiote form coalesced from one of the tentacles. "Nothing like cleaning up the streets... as well as taking a little bit for ourselves for the trouble."

Both heads glanced over at the safe they had recently installed, the stacks of cash that they had lifted from the drug house they had raided still sitting on top as they had been too exhausted to put it away properly. "Perhaps we can afford to finally get a new place," the symbiote head said.

"What's wrong with this place?" the human asked.

"It is... what one would call... a dump," the symbiote retorted. "Perhaps we can get something more like that place where we bonded."

"There probably aren't enough drug houses in the city to afford a place like that," the human said with a chuckle as he got up with the tentacles clearing the table before slithering back into their host form. "But first we have to figure out how we're even going to use that cash, pretty sure the last thing we need is the government sniffing around trying to figure out how we got five figures suddenly. Once we do that then yes, we can get a bigger place."

The symbiote head nodded and disappeared in response with all the other symbiotic appendages as they got ready for work. In truth they had no idea how they were going to utilize their newfound profession as the first one had been an accident, crashing into a drug buy that they quickly used their augmented abilities to break up. While originally they had thought that doing such things would not be prudent for their long-term survival once they got done mopping up the floor with the last of the goons they happened to notice the satchel full of cash and a plan was hatched from there. No one cared about money being stolen if it was coming from bad guys, and if they threw the bad guys in jail then it was less likely that they would be able to come after them while the police wouldn't even notice the missing cash.

It was a bit of a morally grey area but Abrax had no intention of risking their lives for undo heroism, not when they were having just as much fun being together. The city was theirs to play with and as they settled into that role of being the apex predator more avenues were being opened for them. At the moment though they were just doing what they had done before; keep their head down, don't get caught. While they had been careful in making sure that no one would catch them while they were outside there was one place where they had decided to go a little more risqué, which Abrax was reminded of as they heard a notification that prompted them to take out their phone.

When the screen was unlocked it showed the message and clicked on it to go to the app, which showed their profile page to start with. The day after they had bonded they decided to have their credentials reflect it as the main picture was a selfie, their body covered with the symbiotic rubber without the more monstrous features and their human face exposed. As the violet eyes of the one that the pic belonged to stared down at it they admired themselves for a few brief moments before seeing who they matched with. As soon as they clicked on it they found that it was another avid lover of rubber and someone who stated they didn't mind being adventurous in more than one way.

He seems nice.

"Yeah, but he has that alpha dog profile tag in his profile," the human stated as they continued to make their way towards their car to get to work. "That means that he's probably going to be that dominant type, wanting to be on top and all that."

Dogs can be made to heel.

The two just chuckled at that and decided to send a response indicating that they accepted the match, looking forward to seeing how this would turn out. Even though it's been a few days they had found themselves with quite a few potential suitors, though no one that they had decided to reveal themselves too yet. Even if they weren't looking for a host they were still going to need to be picky for this hook-up, someone that wouldn't run screaming at their true form or blab about it to the news. One thing that was for sure was they weren't going to hide the symbiote part of themselves; the symbiote and the human was a package deal, if they wanted Abrax they were going to get all sides of them... including the incredibly dominant one that had caused the human's tongue to push out slightly past his lips in anticipation of their next meeting.

They were one, after all...