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"Don't you two have work to do or something?" Taz huffed as he took the plates off of the stainless steel table.

"I'm off for the next cycle." The older cheetah replied as he sipped from his coffee. "But I think Johnny here was supposed to be in the lab half an hour ago."

"Lanis, don't be such a prude." Johnny, a younger Jackal, huffed. "Mal is probably still busy with his sample sorting, he won't mind another few minutes of being alone. In fact, he probably prefers it."

Taz shook his head and limped back to the kitchen before he set down the trays in the sink. He winced slightly as a twinge of pain shot up from his cybernetic limb. It had been several weeks past the date he was supposed to go to Syr'kan to get his mechanics tuned up, but he didn't feel like he needed a reminder of his handicaps. But the pain had started to become more then bothersome, and he couldn't put it off for much longer.

What broke him from his reverie was sudden laughter from the mess hall, and when the snow leopard walked back he saw the cause. Both Johnny and Lanis were doubled over laughing at someone who had just come in with an environmental suit on. While that wasn't funny in itself, what made it hilarious was it looked like it was filled with some sort of liquid. It looked like it was extremely hard to move around as the suit moved towards the two.

"That is awesome!" Johnny said as he finished his laughter and walked up to the suit. "Mal, are you in there? You have some sort of breather in there or something? You know Tobias is going to throw a fit if he sees you doing something-"

Johnny never got the chance to finish, as the suit seemed to rupture as the Jackal poked it. The cobalt blue ooze exploded outward, which knocked Johnny off his feet as the goo completely covered him. Lanis managed to avoid contact with the liquid as he backed away from the rapidly deflated suit and hopped up onto a table. Johnny sputtered as he got to his feet, completely coated with the stuff as the cheetah moved from table to table to help him up.

But as he reached the last table and got a better view on the situation, he almost fell off the table in shock. Next to the jackal, who still slipped and slid on the goo-covered floor, was an empty environmental suit. He didn't see anyone leave the area... which meant there was nothing in the suit besides the goo? "Hey Johnny, looks like you could use a little help there." The cheetah said with a grin as he looked at him from his perch on the table.

"You're all cleaning this up!" Taz shouted from behind the serving table. "I'm not having everyone slip and hurt themselves because of a bad joke. I'll get you two some rags."

Johnny just muttered something under his breath as he managed to get to his hands and knees; he tried to scrape some of the gunk off his fur but could only rid himself of some of the excess. Lanis reached down to help his crewmate up, but as he tried to help him he noticed that more and more of the Jackal's form began to slough off as he continued to wipe himself off. John noticed this as well as after one particularly vigorous swipe he held a clump of his own melted fur in his hand. Both looked at it in horror as they looked eye to eye at each other.

"L-Lanis..." he stammered as he looked up at the cheetah. Lanis saw the fear in his eyes as he held up his hand to try and take his. "H-hel-lp..." Suddenly two thick tentacles of goo rose up on either side of him, before either of them could react they stuffed them into his ass and mouth. The jackal's eyes widened as more and more of the tentacles slid into him, his mouth and stomach bulged out as he was quickly filled. All the cheetah could do was stare terrified as he brought up his hands to try and stop the goo's relentless advance, only to have the same goo suck in his paws. His protests became less and less as he could see his cock slide out, which was quickly engulfed by a third tentacle before it began to bloat out. The jackal's entire body began to bloat from the sheer mass of goo forced in it, and before long he was so filled his furry skin ripped apart as his body liquefied and fell to the floor. In less than a minute all the cheetah could see of his friend was the muzzle, and soon even that disappeared into the ooze that coated the floor.

"Taz!" Lanis shouted as he finally found his voice again. "Help!" He looked over at the kitchen area, only to see that the cook wasn't at the serving area, which caused him to mutter a string of curses under his breath at his cowardly crewmate. The adrenaline began to surge in his system as he realized that he was alone, stuck on a table with carnivorous ooze that surrounded him. Very carefully he jumped from his table to the next one; he continued to make his way to the kitchen where he hoped the ooze hadn't reached.

As the cheetah got to the last table, something seemed to kick his feet out from under him and caused him to hit the metal tabletop with a loud thud. It knocked the wind out of him, and as he struggled to regain it he managed to turn himself onto his back and see what caused his tumble. Despite his fall, he managed to gasp in terror as he saw a thick tentacle of the opaque blue goo wrapped around his ankle. As it started to drag him he latched his hands onto the side of the table, where he held on for dear life as it tried to drag him to the floor.

After several seconds of the deranged tug-of-war, Lanis could feel the pull against him lessen and he flopped down on the table once again. Unfortunately he was still bound by the ankle, and he didn't dare let go of the table in order to try and loosen it. He tried to kick the thing off of him with his free foot, but while the tentacle looked gooey it was actually quite solid. Desperately he thought of a way out of this situation, his mind raced with possible ideas that he just as quickly dismissed. There was no way he would let this goo take him though, he told himself as he tried to fortify what little hope remained in him.

As the stalemate continued, Lanis watched as the goo on the floor began to coalesce into a mound in front of the table he clinged too. It quickly built itself up, until the pile grew taller than him as it began to take form. The outline of scales appeared as it took the familiar shape of a lizardman; the last of the goo slid up the muscular body and formed the muzzle which smirked down at him. His mouth went agape as the newly created creature stretched and flexed, as though he moved them for the first time.

"Stop fighting us." The creature formally known as Mal said in a deep voice. "Soon all the crew will know the glory of our Master."

Lanis began to open his mouth to say something witty in retort, but the gooey lizardman took advantage of his open orifice and thrusted his hips forward. His slimy blue, tapered cock was stuffed into the cheetah's mouth as he tried to thrash his head away from it, but with his body still bound to the table by the goo tentacles it was a futile effort. Mal's hands quickly gripped either side of his head and with an unnatural strength kept him still as several more inches of his length was slid into his muzzle.

"Mrrrf!" Was all Lanis could get out as he tried to squeeze his mouth shut to prevent the invader from moving forward, but as it continued its unyielding advance he realized, to his horror, that the thick slime had caused his mouth to tingle and numb slightly. It wasn't long before his muscles gave up on him and the rest of the smooth length quickly filled his maw. Soon his nose bumped against the lizardman's groin as the long cock lewdly bulged out his throat.

The cheetah squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the lizardman's leer as he tried to imagine himself somewhere else as he quickly began to thrust into him. As his mouth was violated he felt the hands on the side of his face began to form into tendrils that slid through his fur up towards his ears. Despite his revulsion, his tongue betrayed him and slowly began to run along the length of it. It didn't taste all that bad, he began to think as he felt the tendrils push into his ears and invade his skull. The goo had an immediate effect on his psyche, Mal watched with perverse pleasure as the resistant Lanis began to move his head on his own accord.

Lanis half-opened one of his eyes as he began to suck in earnest, he felt something cool press against his backside as the tentacles around his ankles splayed out his legs. Since his muzzle was thoroughly occupied with the lizardman, he had to look at one of the polished metal walls to see what was going on behind him. He watched the reflection too see the last of a semi-translucent blue jackal form between his legs, his huge canine member nestled between his cheeks. He would have asked Johnny what happened to him, but the goo that enveloped his mind cared only about the potential pleasure that will come.

"Now you see the power, the pleasure we can bring." Goo Mal hissed as he pumped his hips faster into the willing cheeah as his new convert pushed himself into the prone Lanis' tailhole and pummeled into him savagely. Lanis could feel the two males suddenly tense up, their sweet cum filled his insides as the two goo creatures only twitched slightly as they orgasmed.

"Why would you ever deny yourself or the others such a wonderful thing?" Mal sneered as he watched Lanis greedily gulp down the goo, his stomach began to swell from the sheer amount of liquid pumped into him. "Now you see... and soon you can give others this-"

The alien Mal never got to finish his sentence as a bright light filled Lanis' vision and he felt himself splattered with goo. When he was able to see again, he saw the walls and tables covered in blue and the creatures nowhere to be seen. He also saw Taz in the kitchen, a very large plasma rifle smoked slightly as the smell of ionized air filled his nostrils. The snow leopard climbed over the serving trays and jumped to the incapacitated Tanis, who realized the goo had receded from their grip on him, and hoisted him over his shoulder with his surprisingly strong bionic limb and leapt like a monkey back into the kitchen area.

As soon as he hit the cold tile floor of the kitchen area he turned to see the goo had recovered from his plasma cannon blast and tentacles began to flail their way towards them. Taz switched the cannon over from a burst shot to single bolts and fired upon them. Unfortunately the thick goo reformed almost as fast as he shot it, but he did buy himself enough time to reach the containment shutter switch. Almost instantly a thick wall of carbonized steel alloy fell between the kitchen and serving area, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief as he was able to seal all of the goo behind it

After a quick check to make sure the seals were solid, Taz turned and started to tend to his hardly conscious cheetah friend. "Sorry about the wait, I couldn't get the damn weapons locker code to work." Taz apologized as he tried to help Lanis to his feet. He couldn't help but notice that his pants had been completely removed and his furry white chest, which was normally flat and lithe, bulged out obscenely. It had a slight jiggle to it as well as he helped keep him steady as Lanis managed to keep himself upright, though he swayed slightly as though drunk.

"We'll get you to the good doctor Lanis, don't worry." Taz reassured as he sat the huge weapon down on one of the countertops and grabbed several things to put into a small shoulder satchel. It was mostly smaller weapons and extra clips; he didn't want to be caught in a fight with another goo creature and run out of ammo. The adrenaline boost he had received in his daring rescue of his crewmate had also begun to wear off, though the worry for him more than sustained him. He knew there was something wrong with him, something that far surpassed his meager field medicine training, but Samson was one of the best and would certainly know what to do.

Suddenly Taz heard the sound of his plasma cannon being primed, and he slowly turned around to see the half-naked cheetah as he pointed his own weapon at him. "Strip. Now." Lanis growled, his tone almost inhuman as he could see a drop of blue spittle run down his mouth. The leopard could see the cheetah's gut move and squirm, which slowly flattened out as thick bulges pushed out his fur. It was most apparent on his head, where he could now see several independent tentacles spread under his skin from his ears and mouth around his skull.

"Please, Lanis..." Taz pleaded. "Whatever's inside you, you have to fight it! Don't give up!" He was quickly answered by the sound of the cannon as it purged itself, which meant that Lanis had prepped it to fire as he continued to snarl at him. There was nothing he could do at the moment but comply, so very slowly he pulled off his shirt which exposed his scar-covered and still well-defined chest and abs. His pants were next, a bit of an awkward moment as the baggy khaki's got caught on his cybernetic leg and he almost fell over before he was able to free himself and kick them away as well. Mentally he cursed himself at the situation; now completely exposed and unarmed against something that had taken over his friend.

"Turn around, hands in front of you where I can see them." Lanis ordered, to which Taz slowly complied. As he faced the exit door he was quickly grabbed from behind by two exceptionally strong arms, far more muscular then he remembered the last time seeing them, while something furry pressed against his back. It was like he was put into a vice, no matter how much he tried to move he was completely pinned by the supernatural strength of his opponent. When he ceased his struggles he felt warm breath against his ear as the possessed crewmate whispered lowly. "Don't worry, I will make this quick, we have more friends to play with for the Master."

The leopard didn't have long to contemplate what that meant as he felt something prod against his tailhole, his own tail pushed roughly out of the way by the appendage before it continued its probe around his entrance. His fear quickly intensified as he could feel the body pressed against him undulate and pulse as a cool liquid was slathered between his cheeks. Then he was unceremoniously mounted as he screamed out, he had played around with a dildo experimentally down there but it far underprepared him for the huge piece of meat that pushed into his guts. As it continued to press into him it rammed against his prostate, which caused his own cock to slide out of sheath and come to attention. He looked down at it like a traitor as the unwanted pleasure continued to seep through him, especially as a too-long tongue left a trail of blue saliva as it began to lick into his ear.

"Uh... can I..." Taz nearly panted as his arousal quickly built. "I need... to touch..." he heard a low chuckle of approval, and he moved his hands down to his steel-hard member and stroked on it. The sensation was a hundred times better than he had ever felt before, but he quickly regained his fortitude and one of his fingers slyly moved to his cybernetic arm and pressed a hidden button on his wrist. His molester was too wrapped up in pounding his tool as far as he could into the other feline to even notice the wickedly-curved blade slide out of the metal limb, only when it proceeded to dig into his neck as Taz jabbed back as hard as he could did he realize his error and screamed and gurgled in pain.

Another well placed jab with his other elbow freed him; he had to gasp for air as he pulled himself off and fell to the floor next to one of the stoves. His jaw was wide as he saw the huge, foot long blue cock that jutted out and dribbled a steady amount of goo to the floor, amazed such a thing had fit inside of him. The alien/cheetah grabbed his throat as more of the blue stuff poured out of the wound, then looked down at him with a look of rage as several tentacles ripped out of its flesh and flailed about in the air.

"You fool!" It gargled, though he could see that the damage he had done already started to repair itself. "I was going to give you a gentle conversion so you could see the wonders of being a pet, but now you will be a slave. A mindless drone that exists only to give the Master and his pets pleasure, a mere toy to be used on a whim, after I pound every orifice you have!"

"I think I'll pass." Taz growled as he took his elbow scythe and ripped through one of the main plasma feeds to the oven before he grabbed the severed end and directed it towards the creature. He could hear the metal of his palm and fingers sizzle and begin to melt as he directed the white-hot liquid onto the creature, which recoiled back and thrashed in pain. It wasn't too long though before the failsafe kicked in and shut off the line, but it was enough for him to get up and bolt for the door. As he clutched his melted limb he took one last look at the creature he barbequed, only to find it had torn off the flaming remains of its flesh and what stood there was a blue, translucent feline-shaped alien with a huge tool and tentacles that sprouted from its body as it quickly recovered itself. With a shake of his head he sealed the kitchen door and ran down the hall, hoping the doctor would be able to at least help him.

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"Alright, you got your rocks off, just like you asked." Tibri said as he petted the black latex fox's head that lay in his lap while he watched the dragon continue to stretch out on the medical bay floor. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh, right to the point, I like that." Zar'dirin said with a smile as he hopped up on the examination table and swung his feet in the air. "Alright then, to understand what's going on here, I'm going to have to tell you a little bit about the Anarki culture that you've been adopted into. As you've been made well aware of, there were two types of Anarki that you could have been. The Masters, powerful magical creatures who were responsible for the well-being of our entire culture and the care of our kind, and the Pets, those under the Masters who cared for their well-being in exchange for protection and other perks. Aside from the normal symbiotes, there was a strange sort of secondary symbiosis where the more Pets a Master had, the stronger that Master was. Other than that it was much like your society, except we didn't have quite the technology that yours seemed to have achieved."

"I figured that you guys hadn't achieved space travel, otherwise your kind would be everywhere I would assume." Tibri replied. "Extremely long lives and other perks that these symbiotes give, there would be Anarki everywhere."

"Yes, being an Anarki is quite beneficial, even for the Pets." Zar'dirin said, the Siberian tiger could denote a definite hint of sadness in his voice as he continued. "I'm sure that if we had been given the chance, our culture and people would have probably spread throughout the galaxy and become extremely prosperous. Unfortunately we were never given the chance, our race was eradicated and our planet was turned into the desolate wasteland you've seen from your spaceship viewports."

"That's terrible!" Samson interjected. "How did it happen?"

The dragon sighed, than stood up and started to pace slightly. "That... is a story for another time I think. Right now we have more important things to discuss, as I've felt the presence of another Master on board your ship, a Master that has been rapidly gaining strength since I've managed to manifest myself. I wish that there was more time to give you a proper training in your newfound abilities, but I fear that our rival has quite the malevolent intentions towards your crew, which means you will have to face him very soon."

There was a momentary pause as the two crewmembers of the Silvercobra looked down at each other, then back at Zar'dirin. "What do I have to do?" Tibri asked. "To beat him I mean."

"You got a lot of courage, I'll give you that." Zar replied. "Alright then, we're going to have to get to your Captain, since he has authoritative control over the ship he can help us get the other crew members into a safe place. The other Master is going to want to convert all of your crew members as fast as possible; he's not going to have any regard for their mental well-being and will make them nothing more than tools, mere slaves to help his conversion process. Samson is a model example of a Pet conversion; he retained almost everything about himself in the process, it will not be the same for this malicious master."

"So we lock down the ship, and that's going to help us defeat this other guy?" Tibri asked, slightly confused.

"Yes, a lock-down will keep any converted crew contained and unaffected crew safe." Zar instructed. "If the other Master can't convert everyone, then he can't regain any more power, and it'll be easier when you finally face him. It's hard to tell, but I definitely don't think he's up to full power yet, which is good for us. How many crew do you have on this ship?"

"There's Tibri and myself." Samson said as he sat up. "Then there was Aran... I guess that's you now. There's Captain Tobias and the Exo Mortimer, Chief Security Officer Panzer, Pilot Akidumaru, Engineer Syr'kan, Scientists Johnny, Mal, and Lanis, and Taz the mess hall guy. So twelve in total."

"Twelve... and you already have two of the crew on your side." Zar said. "Not counting the unfortunate soul who now hosts the other Master, it means we have eight more crew members that are unaccounted for. We need to help them as soon as possible, and we need to stick together in case that Master is still lurking about."

"Panzer can issue a bio-containment alert." Samson said as he got up and put on a lab coat to cover himself while the other two dressed themselves as well. "That should buy us some more time before we can reach the Captain."

As Tibri put on his shirt he realized it was much tighter than before, as well as his pants. While the other two discussed their battle plan the tiger walked over to one of the examination mirrors and looked himself over. There was now a very noticeable black patch of fur around his groin and back, with white fur where his normally black stripes were. He had also gained a couple of inches of height, while he wasn't exactly scrawny before he now had a model's physique, muscles perfectly balanced through his body without making him look freakish. In a word, he looked hot.

"Like I said, there are perks." Tibri heard behind him as the latex dragon smiled and handed him a lab coat to wear. "Your body has been modified to gain more Pets, as well as be able to defend them. The more powerful you get, the better your body becomes. In essence, you'll be able to make a straight man lust after your body in no time."

"I just want to help the crew, that's all." Tibri replied as he took the coat and put it on. When the three were ready they opened the door, only to find Taz about to open it himself. They stared at each other awkwardly, especially when they noticed the snow leopard was completely naked and his member completely out of his sheath. His breathing was ragged, and as they helped him into the med bay they noticed something dried and blue in several spots on his fur.

"It was awful..." Taz muttered as they got him onto the examination table. "We thought Mal came in with a suit that he had filled, and Johnny and Lanis thought it was funny. Then the suit exploded, it covered Johnny in goo, these tentacles... I went for a weapon, and when I came back Lanis was... and then he..."

"He's going into shock." Samson said as he injected a mild sedative into him. "I've known Taz for quite a while and he doesn't scare easy. Something has him spooked."

Zar'dirin looked over the snow leopard as the doctor continued to scan him, a look of concern on his face as he saw the blue slime on his ear and tail. "He's being converted... Samson, if that table has restraints, I suggest that you use them now." Both Tibri and Samson stopped and looked at him in question before he grabbed Tibri and moved him to the side. "I've underestimated our opponent; your friend is going to be made a slave of the other Master unless we act very quickly."

"What?!" Tibri nearly shouted before Zar shushed him into a lower voice. "What do you mean? He's just going to be made a slave and there's nothing we can do?"

"I never said that." Zar replied. "It looks like he was only partially converted before he seems to have managed to escape. At this stage we have a chance to override the other Master, but if we're going to succeed it's going to take both of us. You're symbiote is still not strong enough to do this yourself, but with my help we just might be able to pull this off. You're going to have to take the back, so you can override the conversion process." Lanis nodded and began to walk back, but Zar grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back once more. "There is some risk to this; if you aren't strong enough the conversion could backfire and you'll end up succumbing to him. You sure you want to do this?"

"I have to save him, he's a friend." Was all Tibri replied before he walked over to Samson and Taz. "Samson, could you please leave the room? Me and Zar here are going to help him."

Samson looked between the two stone-faced Anarki, then nodded and walked into his office. Tibri looked down at Taz, who had been placed in restraints by Samson as he started to twitch and moan. His eyes had rolled back in his head as his cock began to leak blue-stained pre, and they could see several bulges in his back begin to push up his back. Zar moved to his head and began to massage his head, his frown deepened slightly as he could feel several small tendrils squirm under his grasp. He knew he was close to losing it, and as he prodded those tendrils his body convulsed and a loud hiss escaped his lips, followed by a few drops of blue-tinged spittle.

"He will lose himself soon; we must neutralize the essence in him now." Zar warned as he brought a paw to his sheath, which quickly began to fill out. "You know what to do, let it guide you." Tibri took a deep breath and began to stimulate himself as well; a sharp breath escaped his lips as his tool pushed out into the open air. He noticed that it had gained a few inches in length and had a little more girth as well as he gripped it in his hands. He wiped the sweat from his brow as watched his dragon Pet grab the snow leopard by the back of the head and pushed his own member into his maw. It was slightly surprising when he began to suck on him vigorously, a low moan escaped his lips as he did so.

Tibri watched as the draconic member pushed deeply into the snow leopard's throat, his hips bucked lewdly as both became lost in the pleasure. As a Master he could sense that his pet's symbiote as it began to interact with whatever was in Taz, hopefully to take him back. But there was still his part; he had to claim him as his own before the other Master could. With a deep breath to try and build his confidence, he moved himself up onto the table. His tailhole was slick, a steady stream of blue goo had leaked out onto the table as moved up.

"Taz, I'm so sorry..." The Siberian Tiger muttered as he nosed the head of his cock in between his furry cheeks, then pressed himself in. It was very slick, he felt almost no resistance as he slid himself in with a loud moan. He could feel the hips push back, trying to get even more of him inside as they immediately began to buck into each other. Both their dragon and tiger's eyes turned black as night as they began to leak their own transformative fluids into him. Their climax built up very quickly, the needy leopard seemed almost desperate to milk them of their seed.

Just as they were about to cum, however, Tibri felt something poke inside of him. He realized quickly it was one of the tendrils of the blue goo, and it quickly snaked its way inside of his member as he continued to thrust. It stopped him from orgasm, which stopped his Pet. They had to orgasm simultaneously he knew, it was the only way to overcome the other Master's essence. The tendrils quickly branched out from his groin into his body, the goo tried to reverse the conversion as it launched up his spinal cord into his skull.

"O...oh God..." Tibri shuddered as he could feel the goo caress his brain, worm its way inside and probe his mind. Images began to run through his mind, images on how good it would feel to serve, how good it would be to be a Pet. Being a master would be too much work; the voice hissed in his mind, it's much easier to become one with him. More and more he could see himself, see Samson and even Zar'dirin as extremely sexy goo creatures as tentacles pushed into every orifice as they shared their pleasure with each other. It felt so good as tingles and jolts of pleasure ran down his new form, even able to feel it from several of the tentacles that sprouted from his body into the other's bodies. It was so amazing, especially as the goo around his groin stroked against his own gooey cock while the tendrils changed his seed so that he could spread his gift with others...

"Don't you dare..." He suddenly heard as the goo dragon blackened and became more solid as it ripped the tentacles out of his body and ran to him. "You are a Master, spawned from my own being. I will be damned if I see my progeny become a will-less slave! You will damn this crew, your friends, if you succumb to your desires. Now pull yourself together Tibri!"

Tibri managed to brake off his lustful haze as his own translucent form began to solidify. It became black with white stripes; he realized it would be his form once he was fully Anarki. He felt in control now, and that was an extremely comforting feeling as the tentacles faded away from his body. The dragon smiled at him proudly as he shook off the last of it, then came in and kissed him deeply. He could feel their hard cocks press into their abs as they embraced, a completely different type of pleasure shared between them as their hands roamed their bodies.

When they finished their kiss they smiled at each other, their arms still wrapped around each other warmly as their tails entwined around each other. To feel their well-muscled bodies rub against each other, the electric contact between fur and scale as they once more kissed. Tibri couldn't believe the warmth and love they felt between each other, the bond they had was clearly felt. But their feelings had to wait, they knew what they had to do...

The large bulging vein of goo that had invaded Tibri's body dissolved and he could feel his cock surge forward as both him and Zar fired their hot seed into Taz. The bulges under the white fur quickly deflated as his body was filled with their seed, and then began to blacken at the roots and spread upwards from his groin and face. Their three bodies shuddered in unison as they quickly became spent; the tiger had to grab the table as Zar fell back with his softening cock as his chest heaved. Tibri was still buried deeply into his new Pet as he collapsed from exhaustion as well.

"Tibri..." he suddenly heard whispered into his ear as he laid there. "Care to explain why you're inside of me right now?"

"Oh... uh..." Tibri replied sheepishly as he got up on his elbows and looked down at the slightly pissed off snow leopard. "That's a long story Taz, though you are taking this extremely well. Of course, you're also strapped down."

"I don't know, I just don't feel all that mad, though I think I should be." Taz replied before they both winced slightly as Tibri pulled himself out. "I just feel all... warm... and tingly... and definitely better than I did about a minute ago. Also my cyberarm and leg feel strange."

Tibri quickly hopped off of the table and looked to see what was going on, amazed to see that the metal on the snow leopard's arm and leg had not only turned obsidian black, but that the metal seemed to weave itself over his fur. All both of them could do was watch as the tendrils of black metal quickly weaved its way across his groin and chest. He groaned loudly as they burrowed into his sheath, his back arched as his newly chromed member poked out into full attention.

"Huh, that's new." Zar commented as he got up and stood next to Tibri was he watched all the scars and imperfections of his body were covered by the thick metal that covered his muscles. He just looked at him as the snow leopard's body was completely coated with black, save for the spots that turned white. Finally it ended at his head, his eyes squeezed shut as the tendrils wormed their way in and coated their ears, into his nose and covered the inside of his mouth. When he opened his eyes again they glowed with an unnatural blue electronic light as he snapped the restraints and got up, every inch of his body from the tip of his ears to the tip of his tail covered in seamless black metal.

Taz shook his head as he tried to get used to his new body, as he flexed one of his muscles it felt like his liquid metal, and with a mere thought a small laser pistol popped out of his forearm and charged. "That's really cool." He said with a small grin as he began to walk around and test his new mechanical body. Despite being made of metal his skin didn't show any crease or seem as he flexed, the metal stretched and contracted fluidly. "So what, I'm a robot or something now? What did you make me?"

"Congratulations, you're one of Tibri's newest pets." Zar said a small smile as he massaged on of Taz's shoulders, murring with delight at the touch. "I never thought I would see the day when a Pet's desire would be to become a fully mechanized version of himself, but here you are in all your glory."

At that time Samson ran out of his office, surprised to see the new robotic Taz as he began to play with his new tool. After a brief time of catching him up, Samson led Taz back to his office so they they could 'run a diagnostic test on everything' as he called it, which left Zar and Tibri to themselves as they heard loud moans start to come from the office.

"So... that thing in my dream, when the other Master was trying to take me over." Tibri said as he sat down in one of the chairs. "What did you mean by all that? And was that I felt with you after I managed to shake him off me?"

"Well, that was the bond that we share Tibri." Zar'dirin replied as he grinned and sat down in Tibri's lap with his arms around his neck. "I have made you a Master, a powerful Master just as I was, I don't want to see you fail. Plus there is a piece of me in you, and I was your first pet. There are such things as 'seconds' that Master can have, particularly inexperienced ones. In a way you have made me that, to which I am very honored by the way. But we have more important things to discuss, for when we fought the goo I caught a glimpse of what we're fighting."

"You did?" Tibri replied as he kissed him on the nose. "You know what Master we're fighting against?"

The dragon nodded, the giddy look on his face suddenly more serious. "Yes, and we have a big problem..."