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A slow breeze blew over the terrain, teasing bits of dust and the odd bit of biomatter into the air to join it. With the sunrise came the wind to sweep the terrain, and when the sun eventually set the same would happen in the opposite direction. Perched on a rock outcropping he'd become fond of, the black wolf watched the valley below. Troth's symbiote sat quietly in the back of his mind like a silent partner, a shadow ever observing. The wolf couldn't bring himself to name the entity, it was too much a part of him now, and to do so would be as useful as renaming himself. When the symbiote wanted something, the wolf felt a strong urge to do that task. In return Troth found instincts he was pretty sure he'd not had before... Stay away from that tree, this is OK to eat, that animal is no threat to us. Us. The thought of existing without that presence in his mind gave him an uneasy feeling. He took comfort the fact that such a thing would never happen now. In all truth, he liked his new body.

In the time he spent on this planet he learned many things. First off, the days and nights were very long. Compared to the diurnal cycle he was used to, each was roughly a week in length. Secondly, the days where hot. No wonder so much of this planet's life existed subterranean. Thirdly, the planet's inhabitants were nothing like he'd seen before. The creatures here mostly shared nutrients through interactions instead of the food chain he was used to. The closest thing it fit was some sort of massive symbiotic network with various species moving about mostly underground. What he had fallen into was a sort of Venus flytrap; a combination of a stomach and reproductive organs. Lucky for him, it had chosen to reproduce, rather than completely digest him. When not digesting or introducing symbiotes to victims, those large pods that he got dragged into served as energy stores. He found it difficult to even imagine some of the things he was exposed to. One day he approached what seemed like an innocuous interesting looking rock, but his symbiote flashed a danger emotion to him over and over again. Later on he found out why when he saw another animal rub against one to scratch itself. The rock exploded and released thousands of very hungry wisp like creatures very interested in fattening up on the animal's precious bodily fluids. They reduced the creature to bare bones in about the time it took Troth to stop looking stupidly aghast at the scene. Then the little bastards burrowed into the ground. Lovely.

[some time passes, the weird becomes the norm]

He saw it one evening while sat watching a slow sunset with one of the predatory sandworms laid across his lap, stroking it like one would a pet. It would twist and curl around his arm, loving the attention. Against the wildly purple sky there was what seemed to be a bright star, then it moved, grew, got closer. The sandworm in his lap sensed Troth perk up and slithered off into the dunes without more than the soft hiss of sand against its tough skin. The wolf stood up and shielded his eyes to the sun, now able to see that the light was a small craft, though he couldn't tell its affiliation from this distance. It hovered over by the ridge where his pod had crashed some time ago, then dipped down out of site to land. Well, this was new. Excitedly, Troth took of running across the sand on all fours towards his original crash site, his symbiote sending caution at him but not restricting him. Carefully, he climbed up the ridge and peeked his head over a rock to see what was going on. Immediately he recognized the ship... a junker with no affiliation and questionable ethics. They must have homed in on his pod's automatic distress beacon, which was made to withstand a crash such as his. Troth could see two suited forms moving towards the cave he stayed in until he was introduced to his friend, and one doing what he recognized as a maintenance checklist on the ship.

Troth turned and sat on the rocks with his mind racing. Some junkers would make sure there were no survivors in a wreck like this, in order to harvest the special alloys and not have to deal with another lifeform on board to drain resources. Such was the stuff of rumors that circled his group from time to time. He had been part of a crew that would travel to remotely located signal relays and apply upgrades or perform maintenance that the on-board auto-mechs couldn't handle. Seeing the junkers was a mixture of hope that they would take him with them, and a reminder that he was very much on his own here.

His symbiote shook him out of his reflection with an intense warning, followed shortly by the sound of a scanning beam sweeping over the ridge. "FUCKDAMN GURAAARARAFHHF!" he bellowed aloud as the deeply penetrating beam rattled the shit out his molecules as it passed. Even his symbiote reeled at the sensation. It was about as pleasant as having a bad sunburn on your body slapped everywhere simultaneously. The junkers must have scanned the ridge for minerals without knowing he was there, and no doubt would have noticed the wolf-shaped aberration on the scan map.

Still a bit shaken from the scan beam, the wolf climbed up onto the top of the ridge and frantically waved his arms to the figures below. His symbiote shot startled warnings to him, to which he responded in thought Fuck off! I know what I'm doing! It still amused him how such a different organism like his symbiote could still grump after such an exchange. No doubt this would come back around to him. For now though, it was showtime.

The mechanic nearly dropped his touchpad when naked Troth came stumbling over the ridge and clumsily down rocks he'd leapt so nimbly on so many times before. As he picked his way down the ridge, the black wolf would yell "Hey!" "Help!" and wave some more, making his way towards the junker's ship. A he expected, the suited up mechanic drew a weapon on him before he got within 30 meters. In reaction, Troth skidded to a halt and put his hands up in front of him "Whoa, whoa! Hold on! I crashed here months ago! What took you so long!" he said, in universal speech, while staring at the business end of what he guessed to be some sort of energy beam weapon. He stifled irritation as the junker traced an aiming dot over his head and chest, then holstered his weapon. What an asshole, Troth thought.

By now the others had popped back out of the cave and were making their way over to join their crewmate at the ship, both looking at Troth. He could see by the shape of their enviro-suits that they had a muzzle like him, two legs, and two arms. About the most normal thing he's seen in the past few months. He could do little more than just stand there, until the asshole who pulled the blaster on him spoke up though their suit speaker. "Why are you naked?" No doubt they'd been discussing him over suit-to-suit coms. Faux indignant, Troth crossed his arms "Lets see how long your clothes stand up to this terrain. But first, be sure to have your ship destroyed, and jettison your ass down to crater in some fucking desert planet." One of the other junkers laughed and got a smack from Captain Asshole. The third just kept still, looking him over. "You're one lucky sonovabitch to survive that crash unscathed, wolf", Quiet Guy said, the one who had been quiet until now. They recognized his species, so that was good. None of them came rushing over to help him to their ship though, so that was bad. His symbiote flashed images of the pods through his consciousness and a "protect" sensation. The black wolf acknowledged this. They'd never take their suits off out here, and the pods would have some difficulty with them if he lured them down there.

"Do you guys have water, food? I'm fucking starving. All there is to eat and drink around here comes out of worms. The trick is figuring out which end of them is the right one." Troth said, making his way towards them and their ship, stumbling a bit as he did. Appear weak, he thought, and they'll not consider you a threat. Asshole stepped in front of him and grabbed Troth's neck "Hold still!" he barked, and scanned Troth's eyes with a sensor that projected a small beam from temple of the junker's helmet. It was all the black wolf could do to not beat the hell out of Asshole right there. "You got to be kidding me!" Captain Asshole said, and shoved Troth backwards onto his ass in the sand. "His R&R is only 34,506 credits!" The third junker, Dipshit, burst out laughing again, and this time was quick enough to dodge a smack from Asshole. Troth thought he sounded like a hyena before, and that last outburst confirmed it. His symbiote asked if they could eat it, to which the wolf replied in thought "No, but maybe Asshole"

It was Captain Asshole who spoke again, to the naked wolf standing in front of them all. "You fucking prick, it cost us 34,505 credits to get here!". To be honest, Troth was a little put out that his Rescue and Retrieve bounty was only 34k. These junkers must be either rookies or stupid to bother going after a mechanic's bounty like his if it cost that much to get here. Not that he minded, they were his ticket off this planet if he could convince them to pick him up. He could just waste them and fly off with their ship, if they were out of suit. Biological interlocks and keys often didn't require that the finger or eye still be attached for authentication.

Unfazed, Troth stayed sitting down with his arms propping him up behind him, which put his crotch shamelessly on display "Well, I do have a fantastic personality... and a retirement fund to the tune of about 800k credits. How about I buy a "ticket" for your ship to take me back to the colonies. I promise I won't inject millions of writhing symbiotic worms into you along the way" He left out that last part, sitting there while the three looked at each other talking over suit coms so he wouldn't hear... how rude. Troth was starting to feel impatient with these jokers. It was considered highly untactful to shake down someone you were supposed to be rescuing. Finally, they turned to him "Alright... we'll do it for half that or we plug you right here and sell that pretty pelt of yours on the black market" The other two looked at Captain Asshole, who likely added the second half of that for affect.

The grin on Troth's face showed beautiful white teeth against his black lips and muzzlefur "Deal..." he said, and held out a paw. Dipshit grabbed it and helped him up, and the four of them walked into the ship with Asshole muttering something about not even being able to salvage alloys from Troth's wrecked ejection pod. The black wolf and the symbiote occupying 95% of his body both agreed... Asshole had to go.

Their ship was old. Troth cringed as they went inside and saw pre-revolution technology. This ship was probably given to them or found abandoned. It was slow, loud, and nooooo stasis chambers. How Dipshit and Quiet Guy put up with Captain Asshole for the whole ride, he'll never know. Once underway the junkers took off their envirosuits. Dipshit revealed himself to be a scrawny hyena named Watt, Quiet Guy a lynx who called himself "Slin" but that probably wasn't his actual name, and lastly Captain Asshole, who was a gray wolf by the name of Orion, that looked like he spent more time combing his fur than figuring out the cost/benefit of an R&R bounty. What a lot. Introductions were brief, and it was obvious that Orion was the acting alpha of this ragtag pack. After talking with Slin and Watt, it became clear that they were rather new to this racket and got roped in by Orion's charisma and empty promises.

Eating with them was easy enough, since they rarely did it together. Troth could still eat like "normal" despite not having having the traditional sort of guts. A sort of tension existed in the group. Slin and the hyena were pretty close, and Orion was left with no-one but himself. Most the time Troth was sure that would have been enough. Clone this guy and he'd fuck himself. The black wolf wondered how Orion would react to having another wolf on board. Not that it mattered... Troth had learned on the planet after attempting to reproduce with a wall-climbing ambulatory moss (mostly his symbiote's doing... mostly), that after copulation the newly transformed creature was quite obedient to the one who transformed it. Just what the doctor ordered for Orion and his attitude, a good solid fuck with a side of infestation.

That night Troth didn't sleep that well. It wasn't the new surroundings, or that Orion et. all would eventually find his retirement funds to be substantially less than what he quoted, it was the rattling, sputtering ship. For fucks sake, this thing should have been put out of its misery, and that's a mechanic's professional opinion. Troth sighed and got up to use the one bathroom assigned to crew to give his face a wash, since he produced almost zero waste. That came in handy when your two orifices were pretty much revolving doors. When he passed Watt's room, his sensitive hearing picked up a soft moan emanating from the door's imperfect seal. "Hrmmm I was right..." Troth thought, his symbiote sending a wave of amusement to him, then a firmer inclination to [breed] [multiply] [spread] [breed] [multiply]. Troth rolled his eyes. Always priorities with his "friend" but he was damn well going to have some fun with it.

The black wolf looked behind himself down the hall. Orion's room was on an upper level of the ship, symbolically above his crew, and of course in rather spacious quarters compared to the rest. They had given Troth a set of shorts and a tank top like the rest wore, but he hated having that feeling on his fur anymore, so he went naked as often as possible. Another moan... that one sounded like Slin. Time to say Hi. Troth looked at the door lock, and followed a conduit up to a busted junction box. Too easy. He re-arranged some wires and then pressed the Enter button on the lock. The scene that was revealed was just as he had hoped. Watt was laying on the lynx, who was face down on the bed with a pillow over his muzzle while Watt pumped away under his tail. God damn.... that hyena had a nice ass. Troth's symbiote seemed to think so too. Unfortunately the show didn't last long, as the opening door got their attention. Watt jerked his head up to look behind him and nearly knocked himself out on the bulkhead above.

"Easy... easy..." Troth said in the dim light, and closed the door behind him. Slin could do little more than lay and squirm a bit under Watt, hissing his disapproval to the invasion. Watt snarled off some profanity and tried to get up, but was quickly pinned down with Troth's heavy paw on his back. "I just wanted to let you know that you have the nicest ass I have ever seen on a hyena..." the black wolf said, and eyed up that sexy ass and the bit of the lynx's underneath, still stretched by Watt's member. "C'mon man... get off!" the hyena protested again, but Troth ignored him and knelt down at the edge of the bed, nuzzling between those tan cheeks until his nose touched the hot flesh of the hyena's pucker.

I don't know if you've ever been rimmed, but let me tell you it is a very distracting feeling, and not all that unpleasant. Watt's feeble "Ahhhhh... ssstop" when the wolf performed the best analingus he could manage was far from convincing. Even Slin seemed up for it, like this was some sort of sexy-ailien fantasy being fulfilled. Cue the music. Troth pulled the hyena's cheeks apart and whirled his tongue around inside the other male's tailhole. It helped that he didn't need to breath, and no one seemed to notice that. Score. His saliva carried with it a psychotropic drug that caused euphoria, muscle relaxants, and lowered inhibitions. Thanks symbiote... this would have gone differently otherwise. Troth's senses were alert and amplified. He could taste the hot meaty flavor of the hyena's rump, and luckily didn't encounter anything besides that even when he extended his tongue a good foot and a half into Watt's bowels. That trick earned him a whooping yip from the hyena, who started fucking Slin again sort of drunk and drooling. The sexual smell of the two others fucking was intense. He missed it, all those months accepting tendrils and exchanging nutrients and genetic information. It was just nice to smell a good 'ole sweaty fuck again.

Despite his long tongue, it was still hard to eat ass while it was moving, so it was time to change tactics. Troth could feel his symbiote readying his body for what was coming next... a sensation of some of the worms that wrapped his frame wriggling down to fill a sort of reproductive sacks that appeared as his scrotum. The wolf pulled his muzzle back and took another look at the drool covered asshole bobbing infront of him, puckered and slick, all the fur around it matted from saliva and sweat. It was time. The wolf stood back up and mounted Watt there on the bed, grinding his loins against that beautiful ass to work his slimy reproductive organ into it. The hyena didn't seem to mind given his drug induced state, and Slin was too busy mewling and hissing as Watt fucked him like he never had before; reason being that Troth was forcefully mashing his hips against the hyena's ass, who in turn thrust into the cat.

The three of them went at it like this for a good ten minutes. Each thrust Troth's groin tentacle extended itself a little bit until it was grinding against a good two feet of Watt's guts. It felt amazing, but to any sober individual it would be a cause for concern. It was Slin who came first, letting out a yowl into the pillow and soaking the bed under him with a hands-free load, then hissing as he continued to get fucked long past his orgasm. Troth and the hyena came at the same time, both sweating as they ground together and plowed the feline beneath them. The wolf could feel Watt tense up and clench down around his prehensile member, emptying his load into Slin as Troth did the same to the hyena, except his load was made up of a large volume of hot slime and dozens of eager, wriggling symbiotic worms. That got Watt's attention. The wolf's member thickened as it delivered its payload into the hyenas guts, which now were filled with a writhing soup of small tentacles and translucent slime.

"Whaaa? HeyyYYYAAAAHAHHHRRRRGG!" Watt managed to get out before Troth's hand curled tightly around the hyena's boxy muzzle to clamp it shut, leaving him to struggle before the complex organics in Troth's load sedated him into submission. "Oh my gods! Watt are you OK!? Hey.. HEY!" the lynx yelled, trying to do a push-up with the other two still on his back in an effort to turn around. He only managed to look over his shoulder before Troth leaned his head over the hyena and bit Slin's muzzle, forcing his tongue between the cat's lips. A muffled scream echoed into the wolf's maw, and was cut short when Troth's tongue speared its way down the cat's esophagus and into his stomach. Much like the tentacle lodged in Watt, the one that made up his tongue burst forth with a flood of chemical soup and energetic symbiotes. Slin clawed at the bed and beat against any bit of Troth he could reach, scratching furrows in his skin that weeped a clear liquid instead of blood. Soon his struggling slowed to drunken taps and uncoordinated nudges, and in a matter of two minutes, the lynx lay rendered helpless with a glazed, worried look on his face.

Troth let his muzzle slide off of the lynx's, and just stayed there on top of the two heavily drugged junkers, a thick tentacle extending from his maw down the lynx's throat, the same from his loins into the hyena's ass. Occasional, Troth's symbiote would signal more fluids to be pumped into one of the two, until the wolf was very nearly exhausted. Both tentacles withdrew into their respective homes and the wolf dismounted. The hyena managed to roll off of Slin to lay next to him, dazed and with much the same expression. It was deliciously pornographic. Troth enjoyed this as much as his symbiote. They both got to enjoy spreading this gift. As the two junkers lay there, one with a mess of cum still smeared all over his dick and loins, and the other laying face down drooling spunk from his well-fucked ass, Troth took in the scents, sights, and ran his fingers over the both of them, teasing the lynx's slightly gaping pucker and fondling the hyena's softening member. It would take several hours for the symbiotes to convert the two into a hybrid like Troth without the aide of a reproductive pod. Luckily the crew got into the habit of sleeping a lot on these trips and generally avoiding each other, or more specifically avoiding Orion.

Troth quietly closed the door behind him started off to his room, hoping the noise of the ship muffled the sound of their rampant fucking. When he turned to enter his quarters, Orion was there standing with his arms folded and the funniest scowl on his muzzle. Troth's symbiote flashed an emotion of _danger_to him, but they both knew this was coming, him being a wolf and all. There was an overwhelming instinct to work out the pack order between canines. Troth grew up with it. Its one of the reasons he chose to become a deep space mechanic; to get away from the bullshit bravado attitude so many wolves displayed. Being that he wasn't particularly well built before being introduced to his symbiote, it was hard to fit in anywhere than below others.

Orion.... was not pleased. Big surprise there, alpha of his dinky pack and they're getting more action than him. The grey wolf's eyes dropped down to Troth's crotch and the matted mess of fur all around it. "You're here for one week and you're already fucking my crew!" he snarled, dropping his arms down to his side and spreading his fingers. Troth's symbiote flashed him another wave of warning, to which he responded to with "_chill!" _Orion took a swing at him at almost lazy speeds. Troth wasn't sure if it was Orion moving slow or his fairly recent enhancement, but he dodged the alpha wolf's paw with minimal effort. Despite this, he remained calm "Hey, hey.... its ok. Its ok Orion...." he recognized the other wolf's almost desperate display. The tell was in his eyes, almost watery now with the pain that a possible mate like Troth walked into his life and chosen someone else. Troth and his symbiote had originally planned to render the alpha wolf into nutrients for the rest of them, but after seeing that look of desperation he just couldn't do it. Much against the "advice" of his better half, Troth chose to share his gift with the alpha. Maybe it would help straighten him out, especially with the rest of them there, if anything it would give him a feeling of belonging to a family that Troth had enjoyed these past few months.

Orion raised his arm again, so Troth took this opportunity to grab his wrist and push the grey wolf back against the wall, planting a kiss on the other's muzzle and pressing his naked, sweaty body against him. The grey wolf struggled some and then curled his free arm around Troth's waist, their two sheaths bulging out against one another. Troth tilted his muzzle and licked over Orion's lips before they parted and allowed him entry. They kissed deeply for what seemed like an exceedingly long time, eventually wrapping their arms around each other and grinding growing erections against one another through Orion's boxers. Fake panting, Troth slipped his muzzle from the other wolf's long enough to mutter "Fuck me....". Orion didn't need more of a cue than that, sweeping the collected bits of less-that-valuable stuff off the bed onto the floor. Troth moved to the bed and layed there on his back with his his knees pulled in against his chest, holding them together to hide his tapered tentacle-like penis for now.

The other canine moved into position and parted Troth's legs to lay between them, panting against Troth's muzzle as he probed for the black wolf's pucker blindly. Though rarely used, Troth still had a tailhole. When Orion's tip found it, he wasted no time ramming himself into the black wolf until his sheath mushed back into a crumpled mess behind where his knot would form. Had Troth not had certain advancements, such a penetration would have been much less pleasant than it was. Orion was a big wolf in all places. The other two were still laying stoned out of their minds while symbiotes transformed their insides into worm-like bundles wrapped tightly around their skeletons just like Troth experienced in the pod. Things were going just as planned, and this was a great way to pass the time.

The "alpha" wolf literally pounded Troth's insides. It was like he hadn't fucked anything besides his paw in months. Precum spilled out of the black wolf's asshole and slowly oozed down over the underside of his tail, lubing Troth well enough that he didn't even flinch when Orion waited too long to stuff his knot in and slammed it home when it was nearly fully swollen. Troth yelped for effect and held Orion close as the grey wolf erupted inside of him, absorbing his seed almost as quickly as it was splurted inside of him. The efficiency of Troth's hybrid construction rarely failed to impress him. Such proteins would be necessary for what was coming next.

With Orion tied and laying sweating and panting ontop of him, Troth slowly petted down the grey wolf's spine. To be fair, as much as an asshole as he was, Orion was pretty sexy. He took care of himself, and soon he'd be even better. In the dwindling afterglow, the grey wolf panted to catch his breath from the exertion of fucking Troth, who was staring into Orion's eyes. They locked muzzles again, licking against each other's tongues. The black wolf's meandered deeper, teasing along Orion's canine teeth, secreting that potent psychotropic drug. It was now that Troth wrapped his arms tightly around Orion, far tighter than the grey wolf expected. He struggled, growled, tried to bite, and whined as Troth gagged him with his tongue much as he did Slin not that long ago. One arm held the grey wolf against Troth, and the other slowly stroked down the back of his head reassuringly. Turns out such a gesture is wasted on someone who thinks you're choking them to death. Orion started panicking and thrashing about just as the sedative in the black wolf's saliva started to kick in. Perfect timing. His motions became weaker and slower with a confused look of betrayal in his bloodshot eyes. Soon, the arrogant gray wolf was reduced to a nearly vegetative state as slimy worm soup was delivered through the hollow tentacle in his throat.

The ship continued on its course, rattling along as Troth tended to the junkers. Watt and Slin were mostly transformed now, their bodies taking on a more muscular build as the worms slithered into place visibly underneath their host's fur. Troth ran his fingers down over Slin's chest and belly, feeling the symbiotes beneath stir to his touch. Beyond that he could feel a connection to them. His own symbiote was anxious inside him, which is to say that he was anxious. These were the first non-inhabitants that he'd infected. Troth let his fingers brush over the lynx's sheath, massaging it and the tentacle within lightly. The black wolf smiled as the pink, pointy penis-tentacle slid out and curled affectionately around his hand. Slin stirred a little and let out a soft moan. Good to see he was still surviving the transformation. Next to the cat laid Watt, motionless save for the occasional ripple under his fur. It was going to be nice having that ass whenever he wanted.

His own symbiote was rather gentle with introducing itself. At least it wasn't another actual voice in your head suddenly saying "HI THERE!." It took himself a while to figure out all had changed. Most alarming was the fact that he didn't have lungs. You spend a lot of time breathing and not thinking about it, and you just want to do it so you try really hard and freak out a bit. Being able to directly vibrate your vocal cords has proven an interesting feat. They would eventually learn all of this either by trial and error or Troth teaching them.

He felt responsible for these three now. For creatures like his symbiote, this was as close as having children as it gets. In a few more hours they would wake up and be very interested in knowing what the black wolf just did to them. A pheromone that Troth produced would help curb their animosity toward him. Besides, he thought they would rather enjoy the writhing piles of fuck they had to look forward to for the remainder of their journey. Their symbiotes would start to differentiate into personalities different than Troth's, and life would go on. If they had any luck, it would go on for a very, very long time. The universe was so very big with all sorts of aliens planets to visit, cultures to learn about, and creatures to infest.