Incubation, Chapter 5
#5 of Incubation
Incubation
Chapter 5
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The walls of ignorance are crumbling, an underground movement forming in an alien society that has been violently assimilating other worlds for thousands of years. The humans they had seized held the key to their most ancient mystery, a message set in indestructible stone. Yet a piece was missing, broken off by an unknown force. The word of the past, which they just had learned to understand, was already spreading. The five leaders, who had been living secluded and controlling their fate for many millenia, already suspected that something was happening - the amount of damage their elaborate ruse had already taken in the eyes of their minions however was still unknown to them.
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Waves
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The Salamander had kept a respectful distance to them in the transport, not approaching the person of his desires so bluntly like his travel companion, the dolphin, had done. His motives were of a different kind, too. While appearing absent and thoughtful, he had listened to their conversation and picking up every possible clue. A name fell. Shopeo.
"So... the prized stud also carries the knowledge" he thought.
"It will be easier to see the father than to separate his son from his friends. I must be very careful."
If Ephim had been less fearful, he would probably have just confronted them with his suspections, and demanded a mingling. Yet he could not risk it - who knew if there wasn't a traitor in their midst. He had heard about Shopeo before, he was not popular with their leaders. "Supreme beings - ha!" He snorted at the thought of how they called themselves.
He belonged to a growing part of the population that found the old ways disgusting. Their war machinery, the immense starships they built for it - it all took a heavy toll on their economy.
He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and padded towards a different transport, one that would take him to one of their breeding and detention facilities. This tube was filled, crowded with many different forms. These days, everyone went to have their genes examined for fitness to breed and mingle. Uncontrolled mingling was happening very often, despite the rigorous punishments for this offense. But he had to do it. Somehow the aliens they had recently found held the key to the answer, of that he was certain.
Or course, he had no idea WHAT the secret actually was. Ephim was young and adventurous, always looking for new things to discover. To him, the hosts they took were not able to feel anything, they couldn't possibly possess a soul like they did. He was, however, very open-minded. A trait that grew strong these days, like the curiosity which the leaders seeked to eradicate. When he found the images of the new shapes they had found in the alien ship and released to the public, he was one of the first to try the new forms. He was smiling as he looked around him, finding that most of the other passengers also seemed the new apparel they were 'wearing'.
The travel was not nearly as long as his previous one - after all, almost all breeding centers were located close to the holy city. His attempts to meet Shopeo were cut short by a sector guard in the shape of a winged serpent, the snake-like head hissing in warning.
"You can't passsss."
"I.. I just.."
"LEAVE!"
A glowing spear painfully spanked his rear. The serpent's eyes narrowed. "Damnit." he thought. Ephim's mediocre shapeshifting abilities marked him as genetically inferior. The form he had chosen was one of the easiest, one that he managed to reproduce. He turned and rubbed his aching buttocks. How humiliating that was!
When he straight ahead again, he saw a creature... it was... no, it couldn't be. It was not Shopeo, this one's walk was different. Yet, he appeared so similar to one of the most famous breeders...
He hurried towards the koopa who was heading towards a teleport platform, another two armored guards standing left and right of it.
"Wait! Please wait!" he called as he ran. The guards seemed not to notice him, obviously they did not see need to intervene.
Then it happened; Ephim tripped. Darin Koopa turned just in time to see a hooded salamander sail into his arms, making him fall backwards despite his own massive build. Together they fell right onto the teleport platform - and dissolved in light.
The guards snorted, one shook it's head. This desparate twit would be thrown out by Shopeo's son anyway, they felt content to just continue standing there.
"What the hell?!?" Francis shouted in english, immediately realizing what he had said.
"W..what was that?"
He looked straight into the hooded face, relieved as he felt Darin trying to correct the mistake he had made.
"Why did you break in here?"
"These noises.. that's their language, isn't it?"
Francis panicked, and clamped his large hands over the other alien's mouth, looking around as to whether they had been heard by others.
Ephim was afraid, heimmediately shifted since he did not know what the leathery hand over his face could mean other than being an attack. Francis yelped, feeling the sleek Salamander grow under his garment, muscles rippling and arms widening in diameter - even though complex forms were beyond Ephim's capabilities, he was still able to increase his strength tenfold. Yet even that would be no match for the skills of a breeder, he instantly realized.
Darin quickly whispered "Wait.." into Ephim's ears - who froze.
"I'm not your enemy."
"Oh really. So what are you?"
Darin stood up from their wrestling, his face straightening.
"I'm a son of Shopeo."
"No... I meant who are YOU?"
The hooded one was obviously not dumb. Darin and Francis both figured that he already knew what was going on. Suddenly, they froze at the sound of footsteps coming around the corner. Darin whispered "Follow me" and grabbed a surprised salamander's arm, dragging him along. They hurried through the corridors, away from the noise. Francis had no idea where they were headed to, he just hoped that Darin did. The place they were inside of was huge: long corridors, many quarters, and a few large halls with lots of commotion going on. They were both out of breath when they finally entered one of the quarters. Darin, who seemed to have recognized this room as the home assigned to him, closed the stone doors which slided shut without any sound other than a little hiss.
Ephim took off the hood of his cloak, and gasped.
"You've never been inside a breeder's quarters, have you?" the koopa asked.
The strange visitor shook his head, removing the robe he was wearing since it was a little too small for the muscles he had now.
"What do you want from me?" Darin got straight to the point.
"I want to learn," the pretty salamander said, "what the secret is."
"The secret?"
"Yes, the secret."
"He doesn't know a thing, Darin" Francis thought to his friend.
"I know" came the reply.
"Look," Ephim sensed that he had to be convincing now, "whatever it is you're hiding, you don't want a supervisor or the leaders to find out. I'm on your side! It obviously doesn't help you to keep it to yourself. You want to spread the knowledge, don't you?"
That was obviously not enough, for Darin still looked into his eyes unabated. Ephim was desparate so he made a wild guess.
"You know what the forbidden words say, right?"
Darin gasped, and instantly knew that this had given the stranger the answer he wanted. Ephim grinned. The koopa expected that he would make a dash for the door and alarming the nearest supervisor, yet he stood perfectly still and instead said "That... that's fantastic... Look, I... I..."
"I understand that you want me to mingle with you, is that right?"
He nodded and licked his lips. Darin wanted to decline, knowing that he would have to anyway. Francis wanted to accept, knowing that it posed a great risk. The salamander smiled even more, approaching the indecisive dragon-turtle. While his genetic material was considered to be "imperfect", the now-muscled form still very appealing to Francis. He licked his lips at the sight of the sleek body with the well-formed sixpack, the green tail and back with the nicely contrasting cream-colored belly. He already sported a sizeable erection, small balls hanging in an incredibly smooth-looking sack under his maleness.
"Please"
Two large, begging eyes looked up to him as he was still one head short of Darin's size.
"I..I don't know... It's forbidden- they would probably kill you if they found out."
"I've broken into the breeding quarters, don't you think that maybe I have my reasons, that I think it to be worth the risk?"
The slender snout nuzzled the koopa's chest, soft hands embracing him softly.
"Umm.. what reasons?"
He looked into the sad salamander eyes.
"I don't want to live like this... shun by everyone for my heritage. I will never be allowed to mingle or to be mingled with. I'd never know sex, passion and... love."
Francis didn't get it - he was incredibly turned on by the naked alien, yet he told him that others didn't see him as desireable? He winced as he felt his fat shaft rise, both souls within his body oblivious to the pending pleasure.
"Please... take me."
The sleek alien pressed his erection against his own - not less alien - veined meat. A hand involuntarely brushed over the salamander's hips, slowly pulling him closer still, making the two hardened poles brush against each other, already leaking some slick nectar of knowledge.
Ephim suddenly spun around, placing his hands on the wall and spreading his legs wide as if he was about to be searched by the police - but the raised tail made it unmistakably clear: He wanted it - badly. Whether it was the erotic sight or the thick whaft of pheromones the koopa couldn't tell, but he felt like possessed as he placed his hands on those smooth hips, caressing them, the beautiful ass so perfectly lined up for his throbbing maleness, every fiber of this alien's being begging him, seducing him...
One thrust, one shared huff of pleasure, and the swollen head had slipped in. His mind was blank, all his being concentrated on a single purpose as he sunk into the willing orifice, gliding into passionate heat that seemingly threatened to engulf him as a whole.
Whatever control, if ever, Ephim may have had over the situation was gone - he was unable to move, unable to speak, or do anything to keep that magnificent beast from mating him now. But it was more than just sex. As the masculine shaft hilted his pretty rear, and that strong crotch touched his bare cheeks, he knew that this would be the end of that life he was forced to live until now. He would join the higher ranks of society, something that was entirely different from the human idea of the same name. He would be able to have sex - when and wherever he wanted. He would not have to jerk off alone, watching holovids in his little room.
All this daydreaming came to an aprupt end as Darin/Francis pulled out of his tight ass, pausing for a brief moment before being stuffed back inside in one quick move. Ephim would've helped his own raging hardon but he couldn't - the Koopa started to fuck him roughly, brutally, pounding into him relentlessly and with such force that the salamander had to keep both hands against the wall to prop him up. He looked down, watched a pair of huge orbs slapping erotically against his smaller balls, and cried out as the Koopa doubled the force of his thrusts yet again. Darin was far from finished when he felt that wonderful ass tighten up all of a sudden, making him yeowl in pleasured surprise as Ephim was brutally pounded to orgasm. The salamander's cock jumped and twitched, painting the walls with his rather fluid cum.
At that point he realized through his pleasure-clouded mind that they called them breeders for a reason. Darin huffed, pearls of his sweat dropping onto the salamander's head, adding to the thick scent of their feral mating. The koopa was only halfway there, gyrating his hips with every thrust, fighting and plowing into the spasming anus. The salamander curled his tail around his powerful legs, pushing back at Darin with what strength he could muster. And then it began: A sudden, almost grotesque swelling of that already huge pole caused Ephim to moan and gasp, stretching him wider without ever ceasing to piston into him. The immense force of their mating made him see spots dance in his vision, his spent cock throbbing to life again - just in time for Darin.
Darin/Francis felt their consciousnesses melt, as *something* happened, something both of them tried to fight when they realized it happening - but it was too late. One final thrust, and there was no holding back. The thick, rich seed of the breeder's son sprayed forth from the throbbing shaft buried deep inside the inferior male, transporting his knowledge, passing on his prized genes to form a new combination.
But something else happened to Darin and Francis. *They* clashed against each other, passed through each other - their existance, their thoughts, their hopes, their fears - two consciousnesses that felt the walls between them beginning to fade. As their hips drove their cock into Ephim's ass, that membrane that separated their beings ruptured.
The koopa slumped onto Ephim, sending him sprawling on the floor. The salamander, lost in rapture, did not notice that Darin was not just exhausted.
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Perpecussion
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"No word from him yet?"
"No, master."
The highest elder, the leader of the five, was getting annoyed by this. He glanced at his four fellow brothers and nodded. The creature kneeling in front of him did not look up to notice anything though. Mogar was like a god to him - in fact, he indeed thought him to be such. Whatever Mogar and the other 4 elders were, they undoubtably weren't stupid - but they were arrogant. The mere thought that one human could cause serious trouble did not occur to them.
"You must search for him and see whether he fulfilled the task we assigned to him."
"Yes, master."
He dismissed the worthless servant with a wave of his hands. "Begone."
The creature scrambled out of the hall, fearing the wrath of his gods. When they were alone, he turned to his fellow brothers.
"Do you think they know?" one of them asked Mogar.
"They don't know anything. They are as inferior and stupid as the hosts they possess - but we can't take any chances."
Yes, he thought to himself, the death of a few breeders doesn't matter that much. As long as there's a minimum population, there's no need to spare traitors like them.
Another servant entered, a muscled tiger in heavy armor. It, too, kneeled down before them.
"Find out who this... Toumal has been talking to in the past days. And make no exceptions for breeders."
The cat nodded and turned, holding the energy spear he was carrying with confidence and pride.
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The Trip
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Their small glider, which Tapesh had "borrowed" from the breeding facility's vehicle park, arrived near the entrance of the biggest cell block and set down on the adjacent landing platform. The guards did not ask for any kind of authorisation, they just let them pass which Andy thought to be odd.
"That's not odd at all. They'd get into trouble if they held up me or my father."
"Oh... So they see that you're a breeder?"
"Exactly."
A massive set of doors made of stone parted, opening for them. Toumal, Tapesh and Rashak went straight through the main hall to a long corridor which seemed to lead to the opposite side of the immensely huge building. They walked for many minutes, the corridors becoming more and more deserted, until they finally arrived at an empty section. There were no prisoners, no guards, nothing. It was completely silent except for a few distant sounds coming from the corridors. There were rows with cells on each side of this corridor, which in itself led nowhere - a stone wall marked the outer edge of this particular building.
"Ah, great. And what are we supposed to find here?" Andy asked, unnerved. "I thought we were going to see the chamber with the forbidden words!"
"Are you kidding? It took us three months to prepare breaking into the chamber, and even then we didn't manage to go unnoticed. Don't you think that they'll make sure such a thing can't happen again? Of course they doubled guards and installed new security measures." the other orca huffed.
"And what exactly are we doing here?"
"You'll see.. " Rashak said with a sly grin on his beak, and produced a wire from his robe.
The wire was apparently covered with some adhesive because it stuck to the wall perfectly. The gryphon formed a circle, and stepped back from his work. Suddenly, the wire began to glow white and a red energy field formed within the circle. With a hissing noise the whole thing moved into the wall, cutting it's way inside and vaporizing the material in the middle in one step. It produced a neat man-sized hole into the massive stone, going 2 meters deep... 3 meters...
Color and texture of the stone changed as it progressed. The hissing stopped dead as light flooded in through the opening: They had broken through!
They quickly stepped inside, with Andy more being pushed by Tapesh than walking himself. He found that the wire was still at the end of the tunnel, but the glowing had stopped. Also, the energy field had turned into a shade of gray-green - just like the stone around them.
"It's translucient, but only from our side. You can't see anything of it from the other side." Toumal explained to Andy.
Together they peered trough the membrane - into a vast hall with many glowing-white tubes in it. The tubes were stacked on each other, and there were thousands of them. Each glowed in the same eerie white, apparently filled with liquid and containing something dark inside.
Andy froze. So females weren't killed after all. They were kept in these... jars.
"What the hell is this?!?" he whispered.
"I don't have the slightest clue." Tapesh replied in awe.
"It's obvious that they are being harvested for something. Genes, Life, I don't know." Rashak said.
"...just like in the matrix..." Andy husked.
"The what?"
"Oh, um... long story. I'll tell you when we have time for it."
"WHICH YOU WON'T IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A DAMN GOOD REASON NOT TO KILL ALL THREE OF YOU RIGHT NOW!"
The three of them froze, and slowly turned around. The outlines of a heavily muscled rhinocerus loomed at the other end of their little tunnel, a pointed thing in it's grasp.
"Come out - slowly."
They did as they were told, leaving the tunnel and standing next to each other, facing the guard.
"So?"
Tapesh took the initiative. "We're investigating... a strange energy source in the adjacent building."
"I don't know anything about such an investigation."
"It's a secret mission." Andy added.
"Do you think I'm stupid? If it were so secret, why would you tell about it so openly?"
"You misunderstood that," Tapesh intervened, "it's just aquick checkup of some stra..."
A high pitched whine came from the weapon, indicating that it had been charged and was ready to fire.
"The truth, now - or you'll be silent forever."
Tapesh fell quiet. Even Rashak didn't say a thing. Toumal's thoughts were blank, only Andy was considering to...
"So you want the truth. Ok, here it is."
The brute's ears perked in attention. Andy pointed at himself. "I'm not only Toumal, the son of Tapesh. I'm also..."
His two companions looked at him with a fearful expression.
"...my host."
That took a while for the rhinocerus to grasp.
"You.. what?? You're his host? Is.. is the host speaking there?"
"Yes, my name is Andrew Kendall and I was sent on a scientific mission from my home, the Earth."
"Oh gods above... You're insane!"
The rhinocerus' eyes went wide in horror.
"Look, I know the stories they tell about releasing your host," Toumal said in his most reasonable voice, "but they are NOT true. We're not insane, we had a good reason to break through this wall here. We wanted to find out what really happens to the captured females - and they are not being killed as we are always being told!"
A massive hand appeared on the guard's shoulder as one of his colleagues appeared from behind.
"You talk strange things... just what we've been warned about!"
"He's right. And even if what you're saying were true, you can't possibly offer proof." the second rhino joined in.
"Well... we did dig that hole for a reason, and this reason was to find out what happens to captured females. We now know for certain that the common belief about them being killed is just that: a belief." Dapesh countered.
"You mean.."
"Don't trust my or our words. See for yourself."
"But.."
"You're two, and you're armed. One of you can stand guard, no?"
Reluctantly, the first rhino nodded to the second, who raised his weapon at the intruders. Cautiously and with slow movements the guard slipped past them and into the hole, all the time looking at them. Then he turned to see through the hole.
And he believed.
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Thankless
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The dragon groaned, gradually regaining his senses again. The crude bonds of Drodge's hands and feet were easily taken care of, as he just shifted to a smaller form, rolling off the bed after he had finally slipped out of them. Then he froze.
He realized everything. The message.. the hosts... it all made sense..
"Lies, lies!!! These damned traitors!!" he screamed, closing his eyes before the knowledge he already possessed.
Just then, the doors cracked, opening with a sickening screech.
A tiger stood in the doorframe. He looked at Drodge. He saw the bed. His eyes narrowed as he spotted globs of semen on the fabric and on Drodge's abused rear.
"No!! NO!! I'm loyal to our masters!! Tell them I despise these.. these lies they forced upon me!!!"
Without even flinching, the tiger aimed his gun at Drodge.
"Worthless worm..."
"WAIT!! NOOO!!!"
The dragon's terrified eyes watched in horror as the finger pulled the trigger. The cruel, high pitched sound of the weapon firing was the last thing he heard before plunging into darkness, taking the still detained soul in his head with him.
The tiger turned to his armored brothers standing behind him.
"I'll go visit Shopeo. Find out who else has been.. infected. Question as many as possible. Kill the infected."
"You want to go to Shopeo.. alone?" one soldier asked.
"MOVE!"
The dozen men scrambled, doing as they were told. They left a tiger, who started to grin a toothy smile. "Yes... I'll finally get to visit him myself."
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Public Awareness
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"You won't believe what I've learned today!"
"Ah come on... so someone finally mated with you, huh? About time..."
"It wasn't just mating, I tell you!" the excited fox told his friends. They were in a 'recreation etablisment' - which was actually something equivalent to a bar with various means of entertainment: holo games, a fighting pit, even an illegal 'backroom'.
"So tell us, who was the person who had mercy with you?"
"His name was Ephim. He was about as 'worthless' as I was, until he was taken by... Darin, the son of Shopeo."
The wolf sitting opposite of the fox coughed, accidentally having inhaled his drink.
"I don't believe a word," a hyena in the round said, "Show us."
The fox grinned and changed his shape, growing and adding so much detail to his appearance, that his friends' maws and muzzles fell open. He shifted easily into a koopa, then took the feathered form of a peacock before returning to his unremarkable fox form. He turned around a bit, looking for whether his stunt was noticed by anyone else, which didn't seem to be the case, luckily.
"Y.. You'll get into trouble for that.." the hyena croaked.
"Would you turn me in for this? I don't think so."
"We certainly won't, but others might."
"I doubt it. There's too much change going on already. I already mingled with about twenty others this morning."
His friends gasped. "But... why?"
"Because" he replied with a knowing smile, "I know a secret, and I want you all to know it too."
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Interrogation
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"..so, you've come to visit me and check whether I too have become 'infected'. Right?"
Shopeo grinned at the armored tiger standing in his room, who was beginning to feel a little uneasy. Shopeo anticipated this visit, and had shifted into a powerful anthro-Snake form with muscled arms and legs as well as an agile and strong tail.
"Yes. We have reason to suspect that your son and your grandson are indeed infected."
"And you are?"
"Name's Tuarek. Son of Tuskon." He bowed to the snake, which chuckled slightly in response. Even though that tiger was quite formidable, he probably never got to be alone with a breeder before. The rules were very strict about that, and the procters who made sure that no unauthorized mingling takes place took their job very serious.
"What was that infection again?"
"They have released their hosts, and have become mad. If we don't find them in time," he approached the snake, trying to look unimpressed, "they will infect many others before killing themself and other innocent bystanders. They will cause much destruction and death."
"...which you won't, right?"
The tiger produced a disk-shaped apparatus from his pouch.
"Sir, I have to examine you. If you don't cooperate, I will have to kill you."
"No kidding, eh?" Shopeo merely chuckled. "Go on already. Examine me."
Although the blow had been executed with lightning fast speed, the tiger had of course expected such action. The glowing lance lashed out from under his robe, crossing blades with what had become a sharpened sword-like tailtip on Shopeo's body. They held still like this for a moment, allowing the feline's leathery robe to come to cease moving. Then the huge snake swung around, tailsword seeking to maneuvre the lance out of Tuarek's grasp. A massive paw grabbed the tail just below the organic blade and pulled with inhuman strength, causing a surprised Shopeo's whirl to spin out of control and the master of shapeshifting to loose his focus. Still in mid-flight, he inadvertedly transformed into the form that has become most comfortable to him, his orca shape. He landed on the floor facing downwards with a dull thud, followed suit by the inquisitive weight of his attacker which pinned him down securely from behind.
"Damnit, I'm a breeder, not a fighter." escaped his lips.
Tuarek grinned, whispering into his neck. "I knew that. And do you want to know a little secret? I wasn't just sent here - I also have my own personal reasons for coming to you."
The big orca's eyes lashed wide open, the beak contorted in a silent scream as a lance of pain hilted him.
- and pulled out again. Drove back in again. Pulled out. The orca was so in shock that it took him several thrusts to recognize the Tiger's actions as what they were.
It wasn't just that the barbs on that long cock hurt like hell, the feline hardon also was totally dry which made the raping all the more painful. Shopeo winced and clenched his fists, unable to move due to the Tiger keeping his arms and legs spread on the floor, huffing into his neck, ramming his considerable length into the orca's asshole, pulling out without any sense for how painful the barbs were.
"I've always... wanted your... ass... before I... kill you..."
Shopeo growled.
"Ohh.. feisty.. aren't we?" the armored assailant cooed between huffs and chuckled.
Suddenly, he was literally stuck. His eyes widened, as that orca ass held him in a vice-like grip that he could not pull out of. He couldn't even shift, something that wasn't easy for him anyway, but was now impossible due to the breeder's powers.
Shopeo started to laugh, making the tiger try and pull out frantically. Before he had a chance to grab his weapon, the mighty breeder spun around from under his grasp - or to be more specific: he turned around without ever moving his body. His body molded into a form that was face to face with the guard, releasing his cock and instead wrapping coil-like arms around his arms and legs. He was in his snake form again, yet shaped differently. An obscenely large and thick curved erection pushed against the tiger's armor - which was quickly dealt with by even more coils from the breeder's shapeshifting form.
He rolled the terrified and helpless feline onto his back, and smiled at him.
"If you wanted my ass, you could've just asked, you know. But for now..." he said, lining up that massive prick with the crack of the tiger's asscheeks, "...I'll have yours."
The monster parted his cheeks, filling him. It was, no doubt, very painful. The snake's maw clasped over his muzzle, silencing his screams - yet he kept on screaming, until Shopeo tickled his throat with his slim, long tongue. He made him cough and gurgle, causing the feline's body to convulse and - before he had a chance to take a breath - he hilted him. He saw pained shock in his eyes, unable to make a sound, yet lost in a world of hurt. The broken guard felt as if a massive breeding machine was working him, plowing through him, mating him like those feeble recruits that he used during breaks. His lungs screamed for air, and he hungrily inhaled as the snake finally released his maw from that death-kiss. But before he had a chance to scream out loud, that deadly mouth latched onto him again - kissing?
A lengthy tongue coiled around his, while the powerful hips of that snake-hybrid form drove the air from his lungs and into Shopeo's throat. Then: A sharp gasp! A scaley hand had latched onto his still-erect tigerhood, exquisitely torturing him with slow strokes that defied the brutal mating that was dealt out to him. He groaned under the skilled ministrations, pleasure rolling in waves over him, almost covering the pain that he felt with each hideous stab of the corrupting phallus in his ass. The guard's eyes opened wide as he realized the implications through his fogged mind - if this one was insane, he would probably become too.
But there was nothing he could do to stop this breeder from seeding him - and it wouldn't take long for Shopeo to thrust himself to orgasm. And indeed the tight, furred ass of the helpless tiger was so inviting, so intoxicating, that he couldn't hold himself back - his humping reaching a frantic pace, balls tightening in preparation of the big shot. And so he seeded the tiger guard. The would-be rapist became the raped, as priceless cum flooded the poor feline's bowels. A few more jerks on the cat's meat, and Tuarek's own orgasm hit Shope's chin with one, two, even three streaks of white nectar. Shopeo's semen did it's work, invading the tiger's bloodstream and finding ways where no word, no argument would fit.
Tuarek fought it with all his will - but then truth won out.
His face brightened.
"I... I..." he stammered between gasps.. still just beginning to comprehend.
Shopeo licked his puzzled maw, detaching the coils around his limbs and shifting back to his orca form - yet staying well-embedded inside his ass, enjoying the tightness.
"You didn't know." he stated.
"No. No I didn't. I... I had no idea."
"But you're cute when you try to scream..." Shopeo teased, making the tiger squirm in shame.
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The incident at the detention center had made Andy speechless for the whole duration of the ride.
They were lucky that the guards they had encountered were actually very intelligent and open-minded. They covered the open side of the hole with a cloaking field, and returned to their posts as if nothing had happened. During their breaks, they showed others what they had seen, spreading the word. They knew how dangerous this was. If they were to be found out, they would be killed. Their only defense was to make as many people to know as possible. They did not know what the females were being used for, but the mere existance of them proved the 'common beliefs', or at least some of them, to be nothing other than lies.
As they were sitting in the cramped glider's cabin, Andy's gaze lingered on a glowing display of the planet's continents that was displayed at the navigation console. 4 continents, not entirely unlike earth, but a 5th one was shown as greyed out.
"What's this?"
"That..", Toumal replied in his throughts, "...is Sharaea."
"Shar... uh, why is it.."
"It's the dead continent. It happened over 1200 of our years ago... a fission explosion"
"You mean fusion?"
"No, fission. It's....", Toumal paused to think of a good way to explain it, "... it's a little more powerful. It wiped out the whole continent by accident. Life will remain impossible there for at least another thousand years."
Andy pushed through the levitating image of the barren continent with his index finger. "But why?"
The gryphon next to him turned and saw this. With a sigh, he stated..
"That, I'm afraid, is another thing we may have been lied to about."
A rough, violent jerk shook them out of their contemplative mood, as everything that could go red in the glider's cockpit went red and they lost altitude rapidly. Tapesh pointed out of the window and exclaimed "They found us!"
Indeed, a white-ish glow engulfed the craft, which seemed to slow down in response. Andy realized that they were trapped, and slowly pulled towards the ground. A circle of both heavily muscled and armed guards formed around the craft as it touched down on the stone floor. The doors flung open, strong hands grabbed their limbs, pulled them out of the damaged craft and.. handcuffed them?
Andy was puzzled - it all happened so quick. And what about those..
"Shit." Toumal exclaimed in his thoughts. In flawless english, no less.
"Shifting?" Andy asked.
"I'm afraid no."
As he felt Toumal looking at their bonds with dread, he understood that whatever material they were made of, it prevented them from shapeshifting their way out. A painful sensation on the neck sent them into unconsciousness.
They awoke to the sounds of a mass of people cheering, shouting something. A strong wind blew around them. Andy opened his eyes, noticing that Toumal's consciousness had much more trouble recovering from the stun. As his eyes adjusted to the light around them, he discerned the general scene: They were cocooned in some form of silk, standing upright next to each other. A huge mass of unnamed faces stared, shouted and shook fists at them. They were cordoned off from the mob by the same guards who captured them - intimidating aliens who'se horned form did not resemble any earthborn species.
Andy couldn't talk, neither could Tapesh or Rashak. Tears welled up in his eyes. To him, it seemed like minutes ago that they had a chance of changing something, moving something on this alien world. Perhaps even reduce the damage that was now sure to come over Earth. And now...
A figure stood on a stone podium before them, raising his voice to the masses, amplifiers carrying his message to the whole plateu, broadcasting sights and sounds around the globe.
"Here, you see what the elders have warned us about. What the ancients have told us to scold, these people have done. They chose chaos over stability...."
Andy seeked shelter from the words, and asked Toumal.
"What... what's gonna happen?"
Toumal swallowed hard. "We're at the Tok cliff", he paused, "they will shove us over the cliff and into a rift that's over a mile deep. If we survive the fall we... will be eaten alive by To'shrk. These plants grow at the bottom of the rift... we... there won't be anything left from us..."
They looked over at the other "convicts". Tapesh/Mark stood there with a firm expression in their eyes, only a hint of a tear showing. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't turn his eyes far enough to see Rashak's face. Andy felt like he was having a bad dream, like his alarm clock would go off any minute now, and he could stand up and make some coffee before driving to work... a work that he learned to love. He traveled through space. And now he was standing here.
The cruel and agitating speech ended, plunging Andy into the now again.
Roughly a dozen million viewers watched the execution of one of Shopeo's sons, who had just recently been discovered to have gone mad in the worst way possible. Many nodded to each other, approving of what followed then.
Three forms wrapped in restraining cocoons were lifted up, carried to the edge of the cliff, and thrown into the dark abyss.
In their mind, Toumal and Andy "hugged". Tapesh and Mark did the same, enjoying the last moments together. The three cocoons fell unharmed all the way. Darkness engulfed them, leaving nothing but the sound of air as they rushed to their certain deaths.
Until something soft catched them skillfully. Tendrils.. of some sort. Cracking noises thundered in their ears. Andy started to scream as the cocoon was torn apart - the tendrils did their work quickly and efficiently. Within the blink of an eyelid they were wrapped in thick coils, a slimy fluid oozing around them, thick vines pushing down their throats. Just when Andy thought he'd die of suffocation, all unpleasant sensations ceased.
A booming voice echoed in Toumal/Andy's head.
" You jailed innocent souls, and in turn you shall be j...."
A pause.
" What is this?", the voice asked with true curiosity. Tapesh heard something to the same effect.
Rashak, however, was greeted differently.
"You? Again?"
(End of Chapter 5)