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Project Raven: Top Secret

"Experience the exquisite beauty of the Markis Island Resort!" The male jaguar announced as he walked along a white sandy beach with several large buildings behind it. "The ultimate getaway for all your tropical vacation needs! Whether you arrive by ferry or the bridge, Markis Island is your one-stop destination! Live it up in one of our luxury high-rise hotels, or take it nice and easy in one of our many beachside bungalows! We've got miles of beach... swim... ...ools, danc... ...ar speci... ..."

"Oh come on!" The arctic wolf shouted as he desperately pressed the buttons on the remote. It was no use though, the screen flashed from the tropical paradise to a simple blue color with the words 'Signal Lost' flashing occasionally. Behind the large television the window lit up with a flash of lightning, and a couple seconds later a loud boom of thunder that rattled the windows. "So much for island paradise."

"Cheer up Hale." He heard behind him, the athletic husky catapulting over the couch and landing on the cushions beside him. "At least the video game systems still work during a storm."

"Unless the power goes out." A third voice came in, which belonged to a lithe fox named Archer who carried a box full of chips and other foodstuffs from the kitchen into the living room. "Can't forget that Slyph is a scaredy cat when it comes to the dark!"

A leopard poked his head out from the bathroom door, toothbrush still stuck in his mouth as he proceeded to flip the fox off before going back in. "Sorry Bryan, I don't mean to be a drag." Hale replied to the husky. "It's just that we've been here for three days and it's now stormed for two of them."

The four friends had pooled all their money towards a spring break package on Markis Island, which supposedly was the one stop destination for people of their age group to go and party. The bungalow they shared was certainly picturesque, the beach sand no more than ten feet away from their front door. Unfortunately there was a large storm surge that had come up the coastline the same day that they had arrived, which had severely limited the time they were able to go out. While it was only the first three days of a two week vacation, but the fact that they had spent a lot of money to stay in and play games with each other had dampened their mood slightly.

Well, all their moods except for Hale. While the young wolf had mostly the same motivations to come as the rest of his friends he also had a secret agenda as well. What the other guys didn't know was that Hale not only was gay, but he had the hugest crush on Bryan. Normally he wouldn't pursue straight men, especially his best friend, but over the years he had been shown hints that perhaps the husky swung both ways. Sometimes he would get a slight caress when his friend came in contact with him, or a glance that he thought had been stolen on his body. It wasn't much, but he really liked him and if it was true then he couldn't ask for a better mate then him. Bryan was kind, considerate, still a guy's guy but didn't mind doing stuff that would normally be considered 'unmanly'.

"We're out of beer!" A concerned shout came from the kitchen as Archer ran back into the living room. "Someone has to go out before we get holed up for the night."

"You know what this means." Bryan said. "Pick a number!" Everyone immediately shot their hands up, even Slyph holding his hand out from the door of the bathroom, holding up a number of fingers. It was a system that they had invented whenever they needed someone to do something. They took their names and arranged them in a list in alphabetical order, and then when someone gave the call they would have to hold up a number from one to four. They would then add up all the numbers and go through the list until they landed on a name. It was a highly effective system, after that point they never had a fight on who was going to go out and do something.

Once all the numbers had been counted it was Hale who was selected, who sighed and grabbed his poncho before he ran out the door. Thankfully the resort was all-inclusive, which meant that they didn't have to worry about money or anything as he ran out of the bungalow and into the still dry streets of the resort. The storm was almost upon them though, streaks of lightning could easily be seen as the clouds prepared to make landfall. He was glad that he didn't just try and outrun it, especially as he could feel the first drops of rain hit the bare fur of his arms before he ducked into the convenience store.

As he took a second to catch his breath he looked around and saw that there were far more males then he had seen before. Normally there would be an even mix, as Archer was more than apt to point out every time they came in to get more supplies, but as he looked around now he estimated that almost ninety percent of the furs in the store were male. That wasn't the only thing either; as he went down to the liquor aisle he noticed that a lot of them wore pride pins or an emblem of that nature. He was curious on what the story was, but many of them were engaged in conversation with one another while they picked out what types of food they wanted to take back to their hotel rooms.

Instead he went to the beer section and pulled out two cases of beer, trying to tuck them under his arms while holding the door open. "Need some help there handsome?" He suddenly heard behind him before he felt his body lose contact with the door. He turned to see a male Tasmanian Tiger smiling at him as he held the door open for him, which allowed Hale to pick up what he needed much easier.

"Thanks for that." Hale said as he got out of the way and allowed the other man to pick up a case of his own. He noticed as he bent down that he also had a similar pride emblem that the others wore on his swim shorts, and decided that this was his opportunity. "So a lot of people around here, is this a group thing?"

"You are certainly correct." The Thylacine replied as they started to walk. "We're a loosely connected group of college LGBT students, the resort was offering an amazing large group rate and we decided what the hell. This is just the groups that wanted to stay in the bungalow section; we've almost dominated a few of the floors of the hotels for those who wanted to spend a little more. Yourself?"

"Oh, I'm just here with some friends." Hale told him after he was momentarily distracted by a trio of identical cheetahs who argued over what kind of drinks they were going to get.

"Well, if you or your friends want to do something fun, just give us a call." The Tasmanian Tiger said as he put a hand on his arm. "Me and my friends are in bungalow 1249. My name is Loki."

"Thanks, I'll remember that Loki." Hale replied. They talked for a few more minutes before the other male met up with three other furs he assumed were his roommates and left. At that time the heavens had opened and a torrent of rain pounded the pavement. He set the beer down and put on his poncho, the thin plastic sheeting providing a meager but beneficial shield against the deluge.

As the arctic wolf finished adjusting his hood he spotted a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head quickly and saw a rather grizzled turtle man, his slightly beaked shaped maw chewing on the end of a cigar before he moved into an alley and out of sight. It was strange seeing such an older gentleman in a resort dominated by college tourists, but with a small shrug he quickly forgot about it and prepared to leave his shelter to trudge through the rain. The second he left the patio the rain pelted his body, with his face still getting wet due to the wind. He knew though that it wouldn't be long before it got even worse, so he doubled his pace back towards his bungalow.

The walk from the store to his area of the beach wasn't far, wooden walkways put into the beach so patrons didn't have to walk on the sand if they didn't want too. At the moment for Hale it was a blessing, seeing the sand churn beneath him with all the water soaking into it. By this time the wind had died down enough from the initial surge for him to walk upright again, though the rain continued to buffet him as lightning streaked the skies and the cracks of thunder reverberated through his body. As he got back to his section of the beach though an entirely different noise caused him to almost drop to the ground as three large helicopters flew what felt like only a few feet overhead when they zoomed past him.

"Huh, in a hurry wherever they're going." He muttered as he shifted the cases in his arms and continued onward. When he got to the last boardwalk that ran along the beach he looked back towards where the helicopters had come from. Even with the low visibility he could make out a large building complex that took up most of one of the peninsulas of the island, which was also the only place where tourists were not allowed to go. He had wondered what was going on in that building, and with the latest aeronautics show it only piqued his curiosity even more. But it wasn't worth getting thrown off the island for breaking the trespassing rules, which Bryan had pointed out in the brochure when they first arrived.

Bryan... the thoughts made him pause ever so slightly as he feet scraped against the wooden planks of the boardwalk. While meeting the group of openly gay men had lifted his spirits a bit, it made him wonder about his own situation. Perhaps he would take Loki up on his offer to party at their room, he thought as he continued to press forward, and take the husky with him. In an environment like that perhaps he could at least get his friend comfortable enough to discuss his situation with him. He knew that though he would possibly, no, more like probably, turn him down he would at least accept him for who he was. The only thing he worried about was that it would possibly make their friendship awkward, and the wolf thought that if he worded it just right he could avoid such a problem if need be.

Hale breathed a small sigh of relief as he saw the lights of his bungalow and an escape from his perplexed thoughts. The cases had somehow gotten wet despite being underneath the plastic and he could feel the cardboard begin to rip underneath his fingers. It caused him to quicken his pace; trying desperately not to have the contents spill out before he could reach the house. But, despite his best efforts, one of the cases ripped and several cans popped out onto the beach. He cursed loudly and walked the rest of the way to his porch, setting down the cases before going back to pick up the stray cans.

As he grabbed the stray cans he noticed that one of them was stuck on the beach itself, Hale considered leaving it there before he decided to take the initiative and slid under the rope to get it. When he picked the can back up he noticed something else stuck in the sand, a large object that moved every time the waves broke against it. His shoes and feet were already soaked to the bone, he reasoned, so there was little to detract him from investigating whatever happened to wash ashore. He trudged through the slurry of sand towards it while still holding the errant cans, but they were promptly dropped as he let out a sharp gasp.

Laying there on the beach was a fox man, his black fur covered only in a lab coat that floated around him as the storm tide continued to wash into his body. Without thinking Hale turned over the man to see if he was conscious and to prevent him from possibly drowning, which caused him to gasp for a second time. The man's furry black stomach was bloated to the point that he looked almost looked like a woman who was showing the first signs of pregnancy, except for the nearly nine inches of fox shaft that poked out beneath it. After he was completely rolled over he let out a loud groan, a bit of water dribbling out of his mouth as his body began to stir.

"Hold on!" Hale shouted over the storm as he draped one of the man's arms around his shoulders and helped him to his feet. Thankfully the semi-conscious fox seemed to be aware of his intentions and started to move with him, though he still leaned heavily on the wolf as they staggered back towards his bungalow. Every so often as they walked it looked like he was trying to say something, but with the storm still raging around them and the water that he coughed up it was impossible to comprehend what he said. "Try not to talk until we get to my place, save your strength!"

It took almost fifteen minutes for the two to make it back to the door of his living quarters, kicking the door to get one of his friend's attentions while he held onto the other male. As he waited for someone to open the door he noticed something that dangled from the soaked lab coat, an identification card with a fox's picture on it. With his free hand he grabbed it, putting the picture up to the light so he could read what it said. "Sibergon Labs, Dr. Yalgrom. Supervisor of Research and Development. Security Access Alpha." He read before looking below at the picture, almost doing a double take when he saw the picture of the fox on it.

"What do you-" Hale suddenly heard as the door swung open, seeing Archer's frustrated face quickly turn into one of confusion. "Hale? What the hell is going on?"

"Found him on the beach barely alive." The arctic wolf said as he continued inside, both of their soaked bodies leaving a trail of water on the floor as he brought him into his room. "I think he's from the facility on the peninsula."

"Well it's a good thing you found him." Bryan said as he helped Hale get the nearly-unconscious fox onto the bed. "This storm is going to be short but nasty; he might have died had you not helped him."

"Yeah... speaking of helping..." Hale's gaze turned to Archer, who had come to the door with Slyph to watch what was happening. "Why don't you put that pre-med degree to some use and help this guy out? There's no way we're going to get a doctor or security out here in this weather, at least not in any time to really help."

Archer sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, nothing else to do around here anyway." He muttered before he left, coming back a short while later with the bungalow's medical kit. "Clear the room and I'll take a look at him. Just make sure as soon as the storm lets up you call the real doctors in case there is something seriously wrong with this guy."

The fox waited until his friends left before he shut the door, sighing again as he looked back at the rain-slicked creature before him. Part of him wished that he had declined; even with his medical training he still wasn't used to examining any sort of real body. Still Hale had a point, the storm would prevent any real medical assistance from reaching them for some time, and if there was nothing wrong then it would be dangerous to bring them out for nothing. The medical kit he had wasn't extensive, but there was enough for him to at least do a cursory examination.

"Alright, I guess I should just get to it then." Archer said to no one as he checked the other fox's vitals. When he found that everything seemed to work fine he turned his attention to possible trauma, both in the form of wounds and in possible internal bleeding. The thing that worried him the most was the distended stomach, but though it was extended beyond normal means it didn't appear to cause the unconscious person any pain. In fact it was quite the opposite, as he pushed lightly down on the bulge it caused him to groan slightly and for a small amount of fluid to push out of his still erect cock.

As Archer's attention was turned towards the man's groin he thought he saw the fur there move, which caused him to back up slightly in surprise. Once the initial shock was gone he reasoned it was likely to be some sort of parasite or bug that he picked up while on the beach, and he pulled out a pair of tweezers and some rubbing alcohol to collect it. He repositioned the other male and draped his legs over the bed to get better access to his inner thighs, the smell of the sea mixed with the slight tang of musk filling his nostrils as he leaned forward.

"Alright, where are you..." Archer mused as he began to gently part the fur with the tweezers. As he neared the man's testicles he suddenly saw more movement, his fingers darting forward to catch the elusive creature. When he finally had it within his grasp he clamped the two pieces of metal together and pulled away, what looked like a midnight black worm with a bulbous head squirmed as it tried to break free from his instrument's grasp. It was a bug that he had never seen before; it looked somewhat like a leach but with a longer, more tubular body that seemed to be attached to the host's skin right next to his penis. He began to wonder if this was why he still had an erection, some sort of reaction to the parasite's connection...

As he continued to muse about the possibility of the new organism he failed to see the second tendril emerge from the other side of the fox's sack. It reared up like a cobra before it darted forward, landing directly into Archer's ear and causing him to yelp in surprise. His hand that held the other tendril slipped and released it, which immediately went into his other ear. The alien appendages seemed to flow quickly through the canal and began to leak into his skull.

Archer's mouth opened to scream, to try and get his friends' attention, but before he had a chance to get a sound out the cock in front of him wiggled and quickly lengthened as it darted into his open mouth. As soon as the tip hit the inside of his warm maw it released a spurt of oily-black, latex-tasting liquid that sealed his mouth together. The only thing that could move in his muzzle was the tentacle itself, which even though his hands tried to grab it the alien appendage slid right through and continued its assault into his body. He tried to thrash his head away from it but two hands suddenly gripped the sides of his head, the black-furred fox now sitting up and looking down at him.

Sumbit... Archer heard in his mind as the tendrils in his ears reached his brain. As black fluid began to get pumped into his skull his eyes rolled into the back of his head, arms falling limp to his sides as his pants began to tent. With the will to fight gone the cock-tentacle in his mouth continued inward, a small spurt numbing the gag reflex before it began to push down into his throat. Relax... Obey...

The black-furred fox's skin bulged and distorted around his thighs and stomach, as though snakes slithered underneath the skin as Archer knelt helpless before him. Its eyes fluttered open, nothing more than solid black orbs as it looked down at his victim. As he pressed Archer's head flush against his crotch several of the hidden tentacles seemed to flow into its tail, all the way down to the tip which began to turn black and shiny. As the latex-like coating began to advance up the tail it split in two, becoming thinner but far more longer and flexible as they moved down the bed. They quickly squirmed their way into the fox's pants, one of them wrapping and melding itself around the stiff member it found while the other moved between his furry thighs and up underneath his tight tailhole.

Relax and submit... the voice in Archer's head grew stronger as the black slime penetrated the outer synapses of his mind. Become one with us... he still unfortunately was very aware of what was happening to his body, even though he couldn't do anything about it. He could feel his throat bulge as the thick tentacle cock, which he found had turned the shame shiny black color as the tail as his head was moved back and forth by the creature above him, moved down even further until he swore it was in his stomach. At the same time the tail tentacle around his cock began to massage the entirety of his length better than any mouth or pussy he had even encountered, which only confused his body and his mind even more and allowed more of the creature's influence to corrupt him.

As something began to probe pass the tight ring of his tailhole, however, he felt his resistance surge forward once more. But eery fiber in his being could only cause his muscles to twitch, even as he tried to clamp down the muscles in his backside a he felt a spurt of cool liquid which instantly relaxed them and allowed it inside. His body shuddered as his stomach began to bulge out from the slick tentacles that invaded his body, his ass being pushed up as inch after inch of the shiny appendage pushed into his broken body while the one in his throat grew thicker. Normally the straight fox wouldn't have even thought that any penetration of his body was sexy, especially by another male. But now, as his body was ravaged by the alien creature before him, the intensity of the pleasure made him wonder why he hadn't try anything like this in the first place...

Archer could feel his resistance fading as his hips bucked upwards, the stimulation making it hard to keep his thoughts as his own much less fight back against these new feelings. Not only was there the voice in his head, but with the connection between them growing ever stronger he could sense a second, even more powerful entity behind it that seemed to feed on his weakening resolve. It was as though his very personality was being drained from him by it, replaced by something alien as black veins began to creep across the whites of his eyes...

Suddenly the creature above him shuddered, a frown crossing its otherwise placid face as the blackness in its victim's eyes receded. It wasn't powerful enough, the time spent surviving the elements had weakened it considerably. The tentacles inside the fox's body seemed to shift, withdrawing a bit before they began to pump into and stimulate him. The engulfed cock jumped as tiny tendrils rubbed and prodded against the sensitive flesh, several growing down from the black latex sleeve and curling around his sack. He wanted, needed, the contents within, and from the way the body in front of it shuddered and spasmed it wouldn't be long before he had it...

Archer felt a rush of euphoria flood his body as the tentacles in his throat and tailhole altered themselves in his body into that of very well-endowed canine cocks. He could sense the shift even though the intense pleasure obliterated any method of comprehension. His back arched as strong hands began to rub on his pectorals, thumbs rubbing against the nipples. Even though movement was restored to his body all he could do was thrust into the tentacle around his cock. Were it not for the latex gag in his mouth he would have yelled in ecstasy, hips pointed straight into the air as the tentacle-cock in his ass pounded against his prostrate.

The combined assault on his body quickly proved overwhelming as he shot his load into the waiting receptacle, at the same time copious amounts of the cool fluid flooded into his stomach and bowels. Archer could see the other fox's stomach deflate slightly as his own bulged out, his hands moving to it as the flesh swelled once his body stopped shaking from climax. He panted heavily through his nose, his eyes unfocused and head slumped down as the two ear tendrils began to tweak certain areas of his latex-coated brain.

Soon you will submit... he heard in his mind before the tendrils blocked the memory of the encounter, all the tentacles sliding out of the abused fox's body without leaving so much as a drop of black fluid on his fur. Soon all will submit...

When Archer blinked his eyes again he realized that he was kneeling and looking down at the floor, though he wasn't quite sure why. His eyes focused on a pair of tweezers on the floor, his brain making the connection that he had merely bent down to pick them up. When he looked up to his patient he found him still lying on the bed, sound asleep. "What a weird feeling." He thought to himself as he put the tweezers away.

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"Dude, you've been staring at that thing for like twenty minutes." Bryan said to Hale after he had blasted Slyph's character away for the fifth time in the video game they had been playing.

"Well it just doesn't match the guy at all." Hale replied. "Except for the fact that he's a fox everything is different. The fur is supposed to be a reddish-brown with white on the neck. Also, unless I'm terribly mistaken, this Dr. Yalgrom is also obviously female."

"So, it's the wrong badge." Slyph muttered as he restarted his char. "Who cares?"

"Well, what if we're harboring some sort of thief or saboteur?"

"I think you're reading too much into this." Bryan said. "I mean, you said it yourself that the picture looks nothing like the guy, why would a thief use something that doesn't even look like him? It was probably just some sort of mix-up, in any case once the storm lets up the hospital and police can sort everything out."

Hale sighed and put the badge back in his pocket, sitting back after grabbing his beer. He had sat next to the husky as they played, feeling his tail next to him. He bit his lip as he could feel his hand want to move towards it, to pet it and watch it wag under his caress. It was a fool's errand, especially with Slyph only a few feet away. But the temptation was there, just like it always was when they were together. Instead he grabbed his controller, joining in on the game.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom opened, all three of them looking over as Archer left the room before he closed the door behind him. "He should be fine." Archer said as he plopped down on one of the open chairs. "Maybe a mild concussion is all."

The others expressed their relief before they turned once more to their game, allowing Archer to join in. As they played though, Hale couldn't help but glance every so often at the fox. There was something different about him; he could almost sense the change in his demeanor as they played. While he appeared normal on the surface, there was a distance in his eyes that bothered him and the way he brought a hand to his belly. None of his other friends seemed to notice though, and he began to wonder if being so close to Bryan was making him see things. A sudden vibration from his controller turned his attention back to the screen, his character falling in a hail of gunfire.

Once more things turned back to normal, just four guys sitting together playing a round of video games and drinking alcohol while the storm raged outside. None of them knew what terror they had just given haven from the storm or what it had done...

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Meanwhile, on another plane of existence an otter sat nervously on the other side of the desk, playing nervously with his lab coat as the sounds of claws tapping against wood filled the air. The sounds came from a very irritated-looking dragon, his silver eyes glancing up at him from time to time as he looked down at the papers in a manila folder. It had been that way for nearly ten minutes, Cyprus reading over the detailed report that the tech in front of him had just filed. Behind him the huge window revealed a massive facility that seemed to stretch for miles, the lab logo of a silver dragon and tiger merged together on several of the buildings. "Is this everything?" He asked.

"Yes sir." The otter replied. "All the data that we were able to retrieve has been safely stored in the black vault, and... and... please don't fire me."

"Oh Liro..." Cyprus said with a small smile as he pulled out two glasses and a decanter filled with a silvery liquid, pouring one before he handed it to the nervous otter. "Here at Sibergon Labs we don't believe in firing people. I personally believe in the wonders of repurposing personnel, everyone has their own special purpose. Just because you were the head of the branch in Markis Island and responsible for the hundred or so people and millions of dollars that just went dark..."

Liro couldn't tell if the dragon was actually angry or truly sympathetic towards him, taking a drink of the cool liquid to try and calm his nerves. It was strangely thick and seemed to cling to his throat as he drank it down. "Sir, I am so sorry." He tried to apologize. "We did not realize that there was a redundant system that-"

"It's alright." Cyprus said as he waved off the otter's stammering and stood up, looking out the window. "In fact I already have your next assignment. We're opening a new lab and I need you to be there to overlook its progress. You will be an integral part of that process and hopefully you can learn from the experience."

Liro felt his heart skip a beat as he heard the dragon give him his new assignment, his tail wagging as he put his hands on the rich wood of the desk. He began to thank his boss profusely, almost to the point of bowing down as Cyprus walked over to a filing cabinet. The otter had to pause as he saw some of his boss' iridescent blue scales seemed to melt and deform slightly. "Sir, are you o... okay..." his words were interrupted by a sudden cough, followed by another one as he took another drink to try and sooth his throat.

"Oh yes, I'm fine." The dragon chuckled slightly as he pressed a button, which caused the window to darken to a nearly opaque black. "It's hard to maintain my disguise and control a cloud of detached alien nanites. I'm probably going to have to drop it soon in order to finish the job, not that I really need it anymore."

A sudden chill seemed to sweep over Liro's body as the dragon continued to grin at him, the blue color draining away from his body as the scales melted into a uniform silver color. The otter tried to shout, but all that came out was a soft gurgle as a bit of a similar silver fluid leaked from his lips. As he stood up in panic he suddenly realized that there was also a silver splotch on the crotch of his khakis, which slowly began to grow outward as the fabric began to dissolve away. Even more horrifying was that as soon as the hole was big enough his maleness slipped free, which was hard as a rock as it continued to leak silver pre. He tried to protest to Cyprus, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was more liquid that dribbled down his chin and neck.

Cyprus watched in amusement as his failed employee was caught between the horror of what was happening to him and the pleasure that he knew he felt. The otter's nice tie and shirt that he had worn was completely ruined as it fell off his chest in rags, his pants and underwear quickly following. Soon even his fur started to meld together in places by the silver fluid as he tried to run towards the door to get help. After only a few steps his legs felt like jelly and buckled, twisting unnaturally as he fell onto his back. His body rippled slightly from the impact as the silver began to run from his nose and ears as well, adding to what was on his face as he writhed on the carpet.

"Did you honestly think that I would trust another operation to you?" Cyprus said as he watched his silver body began to take over the otter's. "I oversee all our new operations, and to do so I occasionally need hosts in order to be in multiple places. You will live out the rest of your five-year contract as me, and maybe you will absorb enough information by proxy that we can renegotiate your continued employment with this lab when you're done."

There was nothing Liro could do except let out a gurgled moan as his body shifted, his musculature shifting and bulking up underneath his still unchanged skin. His tail began to thicken at the base as he began to leak silver from his tailhole as well, clinging to his fur even as his hips bucked into the air. The webbing dissolved from his fingers and toes as they elongated, metallic claws pushing out from the tips. The dragon could see his cock begin to pulse and grow as the other began to reach orgasm without even having to touch himself.

As the main office door opened and a Siberian Tiger stepped through as the otter came for the first time, the silver fluid pouring out of his face and cock and coating his head and chest almost completely. "I take it you opted for reassignment?" The new visitor said as he looked down at the helpless employee with a smirk. Cyprus smiled a bit as the tiger's clothes melted into his fur, which turned the same silver as the dragon's scales, except for the stripes which turned deep obsidian black. "Can I play with him while he changes?"

"Sorry Selenis, we have other things to do." Cyprus replied as Selenis stepped over the transforming otter. "Fire control mainly for the Markis Island facility. The whole complex went dark a few hours ago, save for an alarm that triggered several safety protocols. Because of that we managed to extract all our trans-dimensional workers as well as eighty percent of the security forces, but that leaves roughly seventy workers that were... left behind. According to the manager's report..." he stopped briefly as he looked over at Liro, whose hands had gone to his nearly foot long maleness and began to stroke himself as the silver spread across his body like wildfire, "there was a hidden failsafe from Project Raven that managed to elude our technicians and wreak havoc across the lab's systems, which included the personal."

"Project Raven... that's the reverse engineering and modification case we took from a new client." Selenis stated as he looked over the file Cyprus gave him. "I don't get it, from what I remember it's a rubber/latex suit encasement technology, turns people into basically toys and slaves. It only affected one person though..."

"This is why our project manager is getting... promoted." Cyprus sighed. "They started to build in the modifications that the client wanted before full testing procedures were satisfied. They had already integrated the 'contributions' of our client which has resulted in a transmissible form of the encasement technology. Apparently it also seems to have a need to spread, which is why the entire facility is on complete lockdown. Luckily our special forces managed to remove the SYNC-1 and GUARDIAN cores before they were compromised by the rogue program or the creatures it now controls. The only thing they couldn't reach was the now-corrupted back-up VI, which is why the whole facility isn't completely shut-down"

"That is fortunate." Selenis said. "Means it can't broadcast on the multi-wave frequency generators and is limited only to its own signal."

"Which covers the entire island." Cyprus muttered. "Plus before the lockdown was initiated we have three confirmed breaches, though we don't know for sure if they were 'infected' or not. Most likely we're going to have to scrap the entire project and send out Special Forces to try and recover them before they spread. If they can't, then we may have to scrub the entire facility and move off-world while pissing off what could have been a huge client. I mean for Gods' sakes, we're the most brilliant people in several dimensions and we just got outsmarted by some bird."

Cyprus sighed and stood up once more, grabbing the pitcher of silver liquid and pouring it down his back. The silver coalesced around his bare backside, which built on itself until a blunted tail emerged from his body. The otter's fate was sealed the second he had taken his first drink and didn't require any additional contribution, looking down as the body on the floor stretched to match his musculature. He could tell that Liro was trying to scream, though whether it was for pleasure or terror he couldn't say. His new host's face began to melt and distort as it grew upward, growing until it became a proper draconic muzzle as horns pushed out of his forehead. The silver body bucked again as it orgasmed for the second time, this time the silver spreading all the way down the longer tail, which whipped around a few times before it seemed to grow purpose and push its tip straight into the yielding silver flesh of the otter's ass.

Selenis could sense his partner's stress and moved around the desk to him, his hands rubbing against the dragon's malleable shoulders and causing his mimicked muscles to relax. "You know, perhaps this isn't a total loss." He mused as his fingers began to sink into the scaled hide, which almost caused the dragon to buckle as he pressed closer against him. "The client wanted a large-scale test when we were done, and as far as what he wanted the new product does technically work... the only thing that's wrong is that our systems were corrupted before we could gather all the data."

"Selenis, are you saying we should let the infected creatures roam around as part of a field study to glean scientific knowledge of unknowing test subjects?" Cyprus asked, turning his head all the way around and looking at the tiger. A small grin crossed both of their faces, their cocks growing hard with the sheer thought. He was already horny from the transformation, though he managed to keep it repressed, but with the thought of all that data they were about to acquire... before they knew it their lips were pressed together in a fierce kiss, their members pressed into their abs as their tongues lengthen and thoroughly explored one another's mouths. Their bodies began to melt into one another's, the silver metal joining in areas where they made contact, causing them both to shudder as the tiger's legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'll make the call to the client today; tell him that Project Raven is ready for his approval." Selenis said breathlessly once their muzzles broke apart, Cyprus licking and nuzzling his neck as he pressed his maleness against his lover's slick tailhole. Their bodies firmed up and separated from one another in preparation for the act, though still maintaining their unnatural flexibility as he pressed his draconic length into the willing body below him. Their moans and cries were silent, having no need to breathe to break their pleasure as the dragon expanded his length once their groins pressed together. "What about Liro..."

"He has at least six orgasms to go before he's completely changed." Cyprus replied as he ran his fingers through Selenis's fake fur on his head while he pushed deeply inside his tiger lover. "Then 'he' can join in..."