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It was difficult to get my bearings while cut off from the commune's database. I knew the wolf who was leading me through the city I had crashed in might be trying to deceive me. That much I had remembered from studying the inhabitants of this planet. I kept on the cautious side as we walked through the forest of steadily growing buildings. We were in a more developed part of the city than the park and the buildings resembled tall, metal sentinels. The young wolf leading me looked behind him every so often to make sure I was still there. He probably thought I was some kind of lunatic for wanting to get to the academy this early in the day, but I couldn't care less about what he thought. He was not... wasn't the one I was searching for. I chided myself about remembering to use contractions in normal conversation. The wolf looked back at me once again, but this time his gaze traveled down my body. I wondered briefly if he knew more than he let on.

"Nice tail." He said, out of the blue.

It caused my thinking to veer wildly off course and I stopped from confusion. He noticed and stopped walking as well, before gesturing behind me and grinning. A normal, grey wolf tail protruded from my rump when I looked, but the tip was bright orange and glowing faintly. Apparently my database had not... hadn't fully completed the synthetic body before I was cut off.

"Uh..." I began, but the wolf thankfully interrupted.

"What kind of synth is it?" He asked, "I've thought about getting some cosmetic dye done before. You know, to make me stand out. But it's so darned expensive. Is yours permanent?"

I quickly tried to recall information on cosmetic procedures. It was so much more difficult without database assistance.

"It's... a deep cellular synth. It is permanent yes. I liked the color," I lied.

Ben grinned as we continued walking.

"The tram station isn't far now," he said. "Do you think something like that would look good on me?"

I chuckled.

"It would depend on the color and the location." I really had not bothered to look at him closely.

He just nodded as we crossed one of the barren streets. I spotted the sign for the tram station in the distance as the light of the morning sun began pushing the blackness of night out of the way. If I was remembering correctly, the city's underground tram system was the primary mode of transport into, through, and out of it. We descended into the station. A clock on the wall read six AM. The walls, like much of the city were made of a metal alloy that was cut into sheets and those were bolted into place. However, the floor was made of white ceramic tiles. They were ancient by comparison. The station had probably been built using an old station as a shell. Ben swiped a card through a reading device and passed the piece of plastic back to me when he spun through the turnstile. I followed his example. The system seemed archaic to me and I was surprised that this planet was still using currency at all. As luck would have it, a train was waiting for us and we hurriedly hopped inside. The car was vacant and Ben took a seat next to me as the vehicle slid out of the station.

The inside of the car was made largely of plastic, which was no surprise. The seats were barely usable for those with tails and I found myself adjusting my seated stance periodically in order to remain comfortable. Ben didn't seem to share my fidgety nature and, to my great surprise, he rested his head on my shoulder after a while. The wolf had fallen asleep next to me. I sighed in annoyance, but I let him sleep. It would be useful to have a temporary friend while I was stuck on this planet. He shuddered against me and I couldn't help but smile a bit as I wondered what he was dreaming about. At least he had the freedom to dream; to go anywhere his imagination let him. I could never have that luxury without the danger of terrible consequence. What was this feeling? I looked at the young wolf once more, unsure of myself for the first time in eons. Was it envy? He had freedom in sleep. I had nothing. My slumber was always black; a void filled with oblivion when I remembered it. It was akin to torture.

As I looked out the window on the far wall into the blackness of the tunnel we rode through, something shimmered. At first I assumed it was a trick of the lights in the vehicle, but when the lights flickered, the shimmering remained. Someone was Dreaming. I cursed to myself. Had the commune found me already? They should not have been able to track me unless I was the Dreamer. Was there someone on this rock who could already Dream, then? The shimmer left by the Dream indicated an inexperienced Dreamer and Eurydice had no way of knowing where I was. Could it be...? I shook the wolf next to me awake, but the shimmering remained.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"It's nothing," I said. "Never mind."

He looked at me strangely before drifting off to sleep again. That look was something I was beginning to grow accustomed to. I was helpless without my database. There was no way for me to locate the Dreamer without its assistance. I would have to hope that their inexperience wouldn't destroy this world and me along with it.

***

The sound of a gasoline engine startled me awake and my ursine ears twitched at the distantly familiar noise. My father used to own a gasoline powered car when I was younger; before they were outlawed by the environmental stability laws. I opened my eyes to find that I was on a bus. At least it looked like a bus from the historical pictures I had seen. It must have been a dream. The inside of the vehicle was silver in color from the aluminum that lined the windows and made up the floor. The seats were plastic and mine made my short tail bend uncomfortably downwards. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position as rain pelted the window behind my head. A human child was sitting across from me, staring. The rest of the passengers on the crowded bus didn't seem to notice that I was there, just the child. I smiled at her, careful not to show teeth in case it frightened her. She looked away at first, but then looked back, smiling sheepishly. She must have been about five or six years old with black hair that fell about her face messily. She was wearing a bright orange jacket and pink boots both of which glistened from the rain. She leaned forward suddenly and held out her hand as if to see if I was real. I chuckled and played along, pressing my palm to hers. Her tiny hand was dwarfed by mine and I twisted my wrist to grip her fingers gently. She giggled and leaned closer to me across the center isle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I decided to play along and leaned forward as well, tilting my head to the side so she could whisper in my ear.

"Don't worry," she said quietly. "I won't tell anyone."

I blinked.

"Tell anyone what?" I asked, puzzled.

"I won't tell anyone you're here, Mister Angel."

I chuckled at her innocence.

"I'm no angel." I said.

"But mother says that angels appear out of thin air, like you just did, and they come to us when we need them most."

I smirked.

"Do you need me most?"

"No. Not right now, but maybe I will soon." She smiled again. "I'm just happy I got to see an angel at all."

I frowned slightly as she let go of my hand and sat back in her seat, grinning. I stayed sitting with my elbows on my knees as the bus started to slow down to stop. The blurred image of a city rippled outside of the windows of the bus. I looked up when the doors opened and a badger in a long coat stepped onto the vehicle. All of the humans gasped and started talking among themselves in hushed tones. I wondered what the big deal was.

"Sorry, mate, but we don't allow your kind on this bus line." The driver spoke with disgust in his voice. He didn't even try to mask it.

"Look, I just want a ride home," the badger replied. "I missed the last bus on our line. Can you just let me on this once? I have money and everything. I'll even pay extra if you want me to."

The badger pulled a plastic card from his pocket, but the driver shook his head and I stood up angrily.

"Go get them, Mr. Angel!" The girl across from me whispered, still grinning.

"What's the big idea, here?" I asked. "Isn't everyone entitled to public transport? Just take the man's money-"

The driver ignored me and interrupted.

"Sorry, pal, but you're holding up my route. I won't ask you again, please step out of the vehicle."

The badger sneered and stuffed his money back in his pocket.

"Or what? You'll force me to leave?"

The driver took a gun from behind his seat.

"If I have to, punk. Get off of my bus."

"What the hell are you doing!?" I asked, furious, but no one seemed to hear me.

"Use your powers Mr. Angel!" I heard the girl say behind me.

"Mary, who are you talking to?" That must have been her mother.

"There's an angel here mommy, don't worry. He'll protect us."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Her mother pulled her close.

The humans in the front of the bus were fidgeting uncomfortably.

"But mommy, I see him, he's right there!" She pointed in my direction, but a man on the other side of me looked at himself, confused. My mother's name was Mary.

"Be silent, child!"

The badger held up his hands in defense and his ears lay back on his head at the sight of the firearm.

"Easy, gov, I'll go."

He turned his back on the driver and took one step down on the staircase of the bus. As he did, one of his hands shot to his pocket and produced a metal cylinder with a button on the top. A wire led from the bottom of the cylinder to inside his coat and I knew it must have been a bomb of some kind. It was like watching a movie. The driver fired a slug into the badger's back, but not before the animal pushed the button with his thumb. I watched in slow motion as the driver and bomber were vaporized, the flames from the explosion licking at the front seats of the bus. Passengers didn't have time to move let alone escape the blast. The heat from the flames washed over me and I turned to look at Mary. Her mother's face was agape in horror, but Mary was smiling at me expectantly. Dream or not, I had to do something. I put both of my hands on the window behind Mary and her mother and stood over the section of four seats. A man was also sitting in that section and I did my best to cover all three of them. The heat from the flames rolled over me and I expected debris to slice into my back but nothing made contact. I looked down at the child I was protecting and she just smiled up at me from behind her mother's arms. It was like she knew it was all part of my dream. The bus rocked from the blow and a piece of plastic from one of the seats struck her mother in the shoulder. Another clocked the man sitting next to Mary in the head, rendering him unconscious. Mary's face fell and she started to cry as she realized the danger she was in. I moved to shield the three of them better as more metal and plastic flew by and over us. There was a sudden jolt and I fell onto the humans as the heat abated finally and the cold rain replaced it. The rest of the vehicle was gone, ripped to pieces by the shrapnel and flames. The passengers who had been sitting around us lay strewn about the remnants of the bus. All of them looked dead. I rolled off of the three survivors and onto the pavement of the street. Sirens could be heard in the distance and a crowd of people were gathering around to rubber-neck. Mary hopped off of her seat and crouched next to me, tears streaking her face. The only piece of the bus that remained was the section of four seats and the window behind it that I had been leaning against.

Mary sobbed into my shoulder as she put her tiny arms around me as best she could.

"Thank you! Oh thank you Mr. Angel!" She cried.

I lifted a hand to grip hers and squeeze. She looked up and I smiled.

"It's ok, it's all a dream."

I sat up slowly and Mary helped me stand. Her mother and the other two adults were looking around in bewilderment at the carnage. An ambulance arrived and the crowd parted as the EMTs approached the survivors. They were just as shocked as the rest of the crowd. Mary's mother pulled her away from me and kissed her face happily.

"You were right! It must have been an angel!" She kept saying over and over.

I smiled and closed my eyes. There was a breeze and then a humid heat fell onto me and the dark behind my eyelids became deeper.

***

I was not pleased. Marcus, as Professor Dunham had called the young bear, was still unconscious in the base's medical wing and, to make matters worse, protocol made me unable to leave the room. Protocol also made the other guests unable to leave as well. The room wasn't small by any means. In fact it was rather large compared to most hospital bedrooms. I was worried that the abundance of people would startle or frighten the bear when he woke up; if he woke up at all. Professor Dunham sat next to the hospital bed his son lay on with an understandably anxious look on his face. The lion, Professor Hugh, was sitting on the other side looking equally as anxious. I wondered why for a moment before deciding it didn't matter. A teacher had every right to be concerned about his student. The two cops were seated in a pair of stools against the far wall. They both looked extremely unhappy. The polar bear, whose first name I had discovered was William, kept glaring in my direction periodically. Whenever he did, the tiger followed suit in seconds. It seemed as though they were connected at the hip. The feline had called himself Malcolm when I asked. It was the only thing he had said since he had first helped Will escort Marcus and Hugh to the crash site. I was leaning up against the wall next to the only door out of the room.

The young bear was breathing rhythmically as if he had simply fallen asleep. The on base doctor who had examined the ursine when we had returned hadn't found anything unusual. But a CAT scan had revealed an increase in brain activity, which seemed odd. Professor Dunham had agreed to more tests after his son awoke. I wanted to be present for all of them in case the results provided a clue as to the identity of the extra terrestrial that had crashed in central park. Marcus stirred and his father sat up expectantly. But the younger bear just rolled over. Bill let out an exasperated sigh and I pushed myself from the wall.

"I want everyone here to go through decontamination," I said.

"I told you the radiation at the crash site was harmless." Dunham countered, not looking up at me.

"Yes. But your son who was in the crater is now unconscious and we don't know why. For all we know, there could be alien spores growing inside of him or something."

Dunham and Hugh both looked at me, horrified at my joke.

"But there's nothing physically wrong with him-" Hugh protested.

"There is clearly something going on mentally though, and if we are all affected, it would be best to deal with it before it becomes a problem, yes?"

The bear and lion next to the bed just nodded solemnly.

"What purpose does keeping the two of us here serve?" Malcolm asked suddenly.

I was startled by the tiger speaking after he had not said a word for such a long time.

"You two know that the incident in Central Park was a crash. Therefore, you know too much."

Cole scoffed.

"Are you going to 'whack' us then?"

His use of old world slang was an attempt to throw me off, but it didn't work.

"I don't know, I think your partner there could use a good pair of concrete flippers."

Malcolm's eyes narrowed so much that I thought he had closed them at first.

"Nah, we're not twentieth century mobsters," I continued, "but we don't want the public getting wind of this just yet. If this is first contact, we want it to be as panic-free as possible, don't you?"

"Wait a second," Malcolm stood from his stool as he spoke. "You mean to tell us that an alien crashed in central park, is loose somewhere in New York, and you're worried about us telling our friends we saw the crash site of what most likely was a meteor?"

"If something is affecting all of us, like it did Marcus here, then having you walking around and possibly endangering the general populace is the last thing we need."

"You military types are always so obtuse," Hugh sighed. "I agree with the tiger. You should be out hunting for your missing ET instead of keeping us all locked up in here."

"Several teams have been dispatched to begin tracking the ET. Since you all know of this now, though, it is even more imperative that you remain here."

"That's ridiculous!" Cole said. "You can't expect us to sit quietly while you take our rights away! We are all American citizens-!"

"Yes, yes, keeping you here is a violation of your constitutional rights. Blah, blah, blah... Unless you are a possible threat to the public, which we all very well might be."

There was a knock on the door and I opened it. My team stood in the hallway beyond in hazmat suits. I thanked heaven for the interruption.

"Now come on, people, time for a nice, hot shower! My team will escort you all to the decontamination area."

"What about you?" Hugh asked.

"I'll stay here and watch Marcus, of course. I want to get a front row seat when he starts kicking from a fitful dream. It'll be so exciting!"

"What if you pass out like he did?" Cole spat the words out.

"You make a good point. Gregor! Stay here and watch the young bear. If he wakes up, notify Captain Williams ASAP."

The civilians began filing out of the room slowly. Dunham looked as if he was stunned and appeared to not be readily aware of his actions. I didn't like that look, but he followed nonetheless. The cops begrudgingly obeyed as well and Hugh was the last one to approach the door.

"Staff Sergeant, would you mind if I stayed behind with Marcus? I think it would be better for his psyche if he sees a familiar face when he wakes."

"Are you a psychologist now?" I asked, annoyed. The lion did have a point, though.

"No, I just think he won't be as likely to freak out if he recognizes someone in the room."

I sighed reluctantly.

"Fine. But as soon as he wakes, you two are going to decon. Gregor will show you the way."

The lion nodded and cheerfully went back to his seat next to Marcus as I left the room. I was confident that Gregor could handle two civilians if things got out of hand. She was a tough cat.

We walked in silence to the decontamination room. I was expecting the civilians to be at least a little surprised at finding that it was really little more than a communal shower. But when we entered the changing room the two cops wasted no time in stripping out of their uniforms. I assumed they were finally realizing that they didn't have a choice in the matter. Dunham disrobed more slowly and I was sure to keep my eye on him in case he fainted like his son. I noticed that Cole, the polar bear, was incredibly fit. I wondered briefly if he actually worked for that physique or if it was an elaborate cosmetic synth. Malcolm was lither than his partner, but the tiger wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination. I also noticed that the tiger never left Cole's side and he periodically looked in my direction with an appraising glance. I shrugged it off and proudly slipped out of my uniform. Dunham reluctantly pulled off the white briefs he wore and, for an older bear at least, his body wasn't in terrible shape. He was a bit pudgy around the middle, though. I expected it was the result of age and too much beer, possibly an unhappy family life as well.

"Are we getting our clothes back?" Cole asked as we filed into the shower room.

"You will after they are washed thoroughly," I replied.

"Oh I didn't realize the base had a laundry service." Malcolm said sarcastically.

"Would you prefer we burn them instead?" I asked.

The tiger was about to reply when a look from his partner made him decide against it.

"The decontamination solution will be very hot," I warned as we each took a shower head. "Try not to swallow any of it or get it in your eyes. It's pretty unpleasant."

Malcolm closed his eyes almost instantly and tensed up in preparation, tail lashing about behind him. I wondered if the inability to control one's tail was a required feline trait. I just relaxed. I had done this many times before and it no longer fazed me as much as the first time had. Cole closed his eyes as well, but remained loose with his hands out to the side. I took the opportunity to look him over more closely. His large muscles rippled under his pristine white fur as his body relaxed like mine. The only blemish in his coat was a black tribal design scrawled under his navel right above his groin. The center of the design pointed south as if to guide an onlooker's eyes. It certainly worked. My gaze drifted down to his ample sheath that looked plump and full. It throbbed slightly and I wasn't sure if that was from anticipation or from being naked. His heavy looking balls hung low between his thick and meaty legs and he chuckled. I looked up in alarm to see that he was looking at me and grinning. I felt my face flush with heat. Cole winked and closed his eyes again. God damn it. Don't think about his dick... don't think about his dick... don't think...

I looked over at Dunham to get my mind off the polar bear's beautiful body. The brown bear was staring at the tile floor with his shoulders slumped forward, making his slight belly stick out over his waist. At least he hadn't started swaying on his feet. He turned his head in my direction, gasping in surprise as the hot decon fluid struck his back without warning. I felt the powerful jet of liquid cascade over my shoulders and run down my spotted chest and abs. It wasn't hot enough to burn, but it wasn't pleasant by any means. I gagged a bit from the awful smell of the chemicals. My lungs sucked in a quick breath and I held it. My hand drifted absentmindedly over my pinkish sheath to protect it as the scalding fluid rushed over me. I glanced up briefly to see Malcolm practically jump out of his skin at the feel, retching and making a big show of hating the smell. Cole was stoic. The only change in the large bear's stance was a slight wrinkling in his nose. I wondered if he had done something similar before. It occurred to me that I barely knew anything about the civilians I was practically keeping captive. A background check for each of them was in order. I closed my eyes and dipped my head backward to get the syrupy liquid on every part of me. I wasn't going to take any chances. The liquid stopped the steady stream shortly after and I wiped the excess amounts off of my eyes, turning to look at the civilians again. Malcolm was breathing heavily as if he had been exerting himself and glaring in my direction. Cole ran a hand through his head fur and shook himself to clear off the extra, foul-smelling goop. I did the same. Dunham turned towards me as a gentler stream of warm water erupted from the shower heads.

"What happens if my son doesn't wake up?" he asked.

I didn't have a pleasant answer for him so I lied.

"I don't know."

It wasn't the time for sarcasm or jokes. I didn't want to insult him.

"Oliver," the bear replied, his voice shaking. "I want this alien hunted down and killed if it has taken my son from me."

"I can't promise that, Professor."

The bear turned back to look at the floor.

"I didn't think you would."

An awkward silence fell over the room as the warm water rinsed us off. I turned around and rubbed the goo off of me to help the water do its job. It included a solvent specifically designed to remove the decon fluid so I didn't have to work too hard. It was a wonder the nasty smelling stuff didn't remove my spots as well. I was relieved to see the others following my example. No one spoke until the shower stopped and we were walking out of the room. Malcolm quickly grabbed a towel from a metal rack in the changing room and started wiping the water from his black and orange striped body.

"That was horrible!" He spat.

Cole smacked him lightly in the back of the head.

"Man up, Mal. It wasn't that bad." The bear smiled at me.

I wasn't sure why he did, but I was happy it wasn't a death glare.

"Is there a bathroom I could use?" Cole asked as he dried himself.

"Of course," I replied, tossing my damp used towel into a metal basket by the door. The others did the same and my team handed them each a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt. "The bathroom is through that door."

I pointed to the third door leaving the changing room and Cole nodded heading for it. He left the clothes on the floor. The others finished dressing and followed my team out of the changing room.

"I'll catch up," I said.

I don't know why I stayed there, waiting for Cole. One of my other team members could have done the same. I don't know why I didn't get dressed right away either. I had just begun pulling the sweatpants up my legs when the bathroom door swung open and Cole re-emerged. He put a hand on the front waistband of the pants, preventing me from pulling them up further. I cleared my throat.

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"I do. Because I'm a cop and hiding a body like yours is criminal."

I rolled my eyes at the terrible line, but the bear didn't stop smiling. He tugged down on the waistband and I didn't bother trying to hold it up. It was clear the polar bear was used to getting what he wanted. I didn't want to know what he would do if the desire wasn't mutual. He leaned down to my neck and nibbled softly where my shoulder connected. I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. His hot tongue slid down my chest until he found one of my pink nipples and sucked furiously on it. A groan welled up from my chest and I started to pant, gripping the back of his head and holding it there. The ursine rubbed my legs and belly with his free hands, sneaking a grope in every now and then as he continued to wet the soon erect nub of flesh on my chest. I leaned back against the cold metal of the lockers in the changing room and gasped as he switched to the other nipple, salivating over that one as well. I whimpered softly, clutching his muscular back and head as if I was going to fall upon letting go. His flat, meaty tongue lapped over my tender nipple, caressing it around the edges where my fur began and then flicking the tip of his tongue over the tip. This was crazy. I was supposed to be keeping watch on these civilians, not boinking them at every possible opportunity! Cole's tongue released my nipple and started to move down my chest.

"Wait!" I whispered. "We can't do this..."

The polar bear looked up at me and snorted indignantly.

"Why not? You seem to be enjoying it so far." He accented his words by gripping my cock tightly and I groaned in response.

"I'm... not allowed-" I began, but Cole interrupted me.

"I think you won't care about rules in a moment."

I frowned.

"What if one of my team comes back? You want to get caught with my dick in your mouth?"

Cole smirked, but let me go.

"That thought had crossed my mind. Where would be better?"

I beckoned the large polar bear to follow me. We left the clothes in the changing room and continued into the showers again.

"These things won't douse us in goo again, right?" He asked.

"Not unless someone activates them from outside. There's no reason to do that if they can't see us in here."

I turned to face him once we were beyond the tile partition and out of view in case someone opened the door.

"You know, I pegged you for a homo the moment we met." Cole said.

I opened my mouth to make a witty retort, but before I could respond, the large bear planted his palm in the center of my chest and dropped to one knee. His tongue flicked around my dangling sack, making me whine in pleasure. He dragged the soft, flat tongue up the underside of my swiftly emerging shaft, cleaning a streak of pre-cum from it with expert efficiency. I sucked in a deep breath and watched him work, clenching my teeth as his lips slid over my length and he sucked the throbbing meat into his warm, velvety muzzle.

***

I knew it was a dream. It had to be. That was my mother on the bus, wasn't it? Why was I dreaming of my mother? Maybe I missed her. I didn't miss my father, that was certain, but I guessed there was something about my mother that I was missing. When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark, humid hallway that had very little in it at all. The walls were made of some kind of metal as was the floor and ceiling. There was no carpet to speak of and no doors either. The metal floor was cold under my bare feet and that's when I noticed I was naked. Well it was a dream, so I guessed being naked wasn't so bad. I started walking. Nothing about the hallway changed no matter how long I walked and I was beginning to get bored. I had assumed that my dream was trying to tell me something until now. This place just seemed intent on annoying me. I was so concentrated on my own thoughts that I didn't notice the glistening mass in front of me until I almost stepped into it. I stopped in my tracks and took a few steps backward from the edge of the dark liquid. Liquid was the wrong word. It looked more like a giant mound of gelatin. It very nearly touched the ceiling. I grimaced. Droplets of moisture slid down the surface of the thing like sweat and the mass smelled unbelievably foul as if someone had rubbed sulfur into a pile of rotting meat. I covered my nose and took a third step back from the jiggling mass.

"We understand now," a deep voice said, reverberating off of the metal walls around me.

I shuddered and looked around in confusion as the voice continued.

"You are a Lemniscate; a product of your own creation. No wonder he searches for you so diligently."

I turned to look behind me, but there was no one else there.

"Who's there?" I asked, trying in vain to hide the fear in my voice.

Chuckling laughter surrounded me.

"Can you not see us, human?"

A large orange sphere floated to the surface of the quivering, dark mass. It had a black slit in the front of it that opened and closed periodically. The sight made the fur on the back of my neck stand on end. The orange eye blinked at me a few times. The only sound in the hallway was the squelching noise the black blob made every so often.

"I... uh..." I stuttered, "I'm... not human."

The orange sphere jiggled.

"You merely look different. Genetically, you are ninety-eight point nine, nine eight percent human."

"What are you?" I asked.

"We are The Core, but that is not important. What is important, is that you are lucky to have found us before you accidentally caused something truly unpleasant."

I blinked.

"Us? What are you talking about?"

The dark goop moved closer and I stepped back from the disgusting smell.

"Does it not feel strange to you how real this dream seems?"

"I suppose. I always have realistic dreams."

"Ah, so that is the link. That would explain the ease of our connection."

"Wait a minute," I scoffed. "Are you saying that this actually isn't a dream?"

A cold breeze blew down the hallways passed us. I shivered.

"It is, and is not."

"Stop being vague and tell me what's going on!" I folded my arms over my chest in anger. I didn't believe this thing. Why should I? I had no way of knowing if it was a figment of my imagination or not.

"We can, but you must do something first."

"Why?"

"Because there is no other way to explain your new... condition."

I sighed reluctantly.

"What do I have to do?"

"You must surrender yourself to us; mesh your consciousness with ours."

I turned around and started walking away.

"Yeah right. Thanks for the incredibly boring conversation. I'm out of here." I wasn't going to play into this thing's desires, dream or not.

"Mark..."

Joel's voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned around to see the cheetah standing in front of the black mound. Joel was naked. My heart fluttered in my chest.

"Joel, what are you doing here?"

The cheetah said nothing and the alien ooze responded instead.

"He can be yours if you wish it. You can have anything that you desire if you learn to control what you now possess. We can teach you."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Joel's muzzle pressed against mine, his rough tongue darting inside and brushing against me. I was hard in seconds from the feeling of my roommate's lithe chest pressed against me. I groaned happily as Joel broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my neck and then to my chest. My mind whirled. It was everything I had desired since I first laid eyes on him. I felt something wet wrap around my left ankle, but I didn't care. Joel's tongue lapped at my navel and moved lower still. My head swam. I wanted his rough tongue caressing my length. I gripped his head and felt something sticky. My eyes snapped open and I realized too late what the wet thing on my ankle was. The ooze had grabbed me with a long tendril and the orange sphere was downturned in an expression of malice. I struggled to free myself, trying to pry the thick, sticky substance from my waist, but it was clearly a losing battle. My feet kicked at the pile of disgusting goop, but they only sank in. Deep laughter surrounded me as the creature pulled me further in. I heard myself shriek in protest as my lower body was pulled inside and the dark line of goo started to slide up my chest.

"Let him go," a familiar voice said behind me.

The goo stopped pulling and the orange sphere looked up, passed me. I strained to see who had spoken. Professor Hugh stood in the hallway.

"Who are you?" The Core asked. It didn't sound like the thing was used to being uncertain.

"Give the boy to me," Hugh said.

The black ooze chuckled and began pulling me deeper into it.

"Fucking help me, Professor!" I yelped, reaching out one of my arms toward him.

"Don't you realize that we are far more powerful than you humans?" The jelly said.

I lifted my head to keep it from being sucked into the monster as my shoulders disappeared inside.

"I don't have time for a discussion," Hugh said. "Give him to me or you will regret it."

His face suddenly twisted into a grimace of effort before he vanished and the goop around me laughed. I felt my body tingling like someone was jabbing one thousand needles into me or all of my parts had fallen asleep at once. The black jelly reached my chin and I whimpered. Hugh was suddenly standing over me and his hand grabbed my outstretched arm. He pressed something silver and round into my palm.

"What are you doing? You can't save this human."

"Watch me." The lion grinned and I felt a searing pain erupt from my hand.

The creature around me shrieked. I screamed against the pain as a white light crept in to my view from the corners of my vision. Over my noise I could hear the black creature screaming with me. A soft, but firm hand grasped my empty one and I felt it pulling me somewhere. I could no longer feel the sticky goo of The Core around me and a feeling of odd pleasantness overwhelmed my senses. I opened my eyes and saw white all around me. The hand grasping mine was attached to a glowing figure that I couldn't see clearly, but somehow I had the impression that they were smiling. I smiled back, enjoying the tranquility of this new place. We moved forward for a long time. The glowing figure murmuring words I couldn't understand. It sounded as if they were trying to teach me something. They suddenly stopped and turned, embracing me tightly in a warm, passionate hug. Their warmth was wonderful, soothing me to my core. My eyes looked up into the glowing mass of the figure's face. It released me and began drifting away, but I didn't want it to go. I tried to call out to it; to tell it to wait, but my voice was mute. I reached out a hand towards the glow and the warmth, but it steadily disappeared. It was as if I was running through molasses. Darkness began encroaching on my vision from behind me as I tried to run.

"You can't escape us, little one," The Core said all around me.

My gaze drifted upward and the enormous orange eye stared back down out of a dripping, black sky, and my ears filling with the sound of the thing's hideous laughter. I gasped as my eyes flew open. I was still in Hugh's apartment, under the blanket on the couch. Was everything a dream? Going to the crash site had seemed so real. I rolled over and something blunt jabbed me in the ribs. What the...? A silver colored disc sat on the cushion under me, strange symbols staring up at me from the shiny, metallic surface.

***

I gritted my teeth as I felt my body clench when Cole brought me to the brink with his writhing tongue, but the polar bear just pulled off of my cock once again. Four times he had brought me so very, very close and I wondered if he was torturing me intentionally. His mouth slid around my throbbing shaft again after a few moments and I growled at him, annoyed.

"If you're going to make me cum, then let me cum!" I hissed.

Cole winked up at me and I leaned my head back against the wall, panting in pleasure from his talented tonguing. I felt one of his hands slide up my leg and groaned in response. That familiar feeling was building rapidly yet again. I hoped the bear would go all the way this time. The pressure in my nuts was building and they quivered as Cole's lips smacked into them each time he slid down to the root of my cock.

"Yes... oh fuck yes...!" I moaned, so very close.

But Cole had other plans. He suddenly pulled off my throbbing meat and I whined in protest, but that whine turned into a loud yelp as he lifted my legs and pressed the tip of his own throbbing maleness against my clenching pucker. He was right on target, and I froze, the fur on the back of my neck standing up on end. I didn't want to struggle for fear that he would spear me, and I had no desire to try and break my virginity with his thick, lube-less bear shaft.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked; the nervousness very clear in my voice.

"Being spontaneous." He replied, grinning. I felt him push and the tip of his meat opened my entrance slightly, making me whimper aloud.

"Wait, wait!" I groaned. "I'm... I've never been on the bottom before..."

Cole spit onto his throbbing shaft and rubbed the saliva over it.

"There. Now just relax, soldier boy."

I couldn't help but grit my teeth in anger, but a part of me was enjoying the loss of control, so I let him push his huge bear cock further inside my warm passage. The thing felt so much thicker than it looked and I whimpered and panted, writhing against the wall as it slowly pushed in. The saliva was a welcome soother, but it only did so much and I had to bite my lip against the severe burning sensation as the last few inches of the rod were buried and Cole's warm, muscular chest pressed against my own. My heart thudded against the polar bear's broad muscles and I panted and groaned weakly from being stuffed. I was surprised when the ursine gave me a gentle nuzzle on the neck.

"Just take it easy, puppy." He said. "Relax. I promise to be gentle."

I felt his thick cock throb inside me as he spoke as if it was adding emphasis. I didn't need any convincing and I tried to follow his advice, shuddering when he started licking my neck. We stayed still for a short while, the burning in my rear, around his length became a dull throb eventually and my breathing gradually returned to normal. Cole lifted his mouth from my neck and smiled warmly at me.

"Ready, puppy?" He asked.

"No..." I replied.

His cock moved slightly as he shifted his weight.

"...yes!" I whispered as his maleness rubbed against my prostate, sending electric pleasure firing through my whole body.

It was as though that thick meat controlled my every action as it moved in me. It made my own shaft pulse and drool more precum than I had ever produced before and my breaths became rapid once again as my heart thudded dully in my chest. He grinned and pulled out until only the tip was inside my clenching ring and I whimpered in protest, but that whimper turned into a long moan as his erection slid all of the way back in and the bear set into a quick, deep thrusting rhythm. He bit my shoulder and I wasn't going to contest his dominance. Drool escaped my lips as he fucked, his thrusting hips driving mine into the wall behind me and making a dull bumping noise.

"Oh fuck... oh God... Cole... fuck... me...!" I whined.

The bear was all too eager to oblige and his thrusts quickened, his white furred sack slapping under my tail with each deep thrust. It felt like his cock was pressing against my lungs and my sack hovered and twitched at the base of my sheath as my climax built quickly. My knot was fully swollen and Cole's soft belly fur rubbed against it as he pounded; teasing me. My hands gripped his muscled back and shoulders, claws digging in slightly. He pulled off my neck to moan aloud at my passage clenching around his thick cock and I took the opportunity to force my mouth onto his. We panted into each other, his flat, smooth tongue rolling over mine as we swapped spit. I loved the feel of his hot chest pressed to mine, his muscles dwarfing my own. He broke the kiss to increase his pace. His strong arms lifted me from the wall to hold me tightly to him and he bent his knees to pound my ass roughly, making me squeal. It was an odd sound to hear myself make, but it was hardly a concern as my mounting climax drew ever closer. I hoped Cole was driving himself as close to the brink as I was. I wanted him to cum with me. I felt the tingle and gritted my teeth against it. The polar bear, panted hotly, but kept a steady rhythm. I was so close. I bit my lip against the explosion, trying to hold it off as his thick pole rubbed incessantly against my prostate and driving me wild. I had to do something to push him over the edge.

"Cole..." I said.

He looked up in confusion briefly and I kissed him, my passage clenching roughly around him as the first spasms of my climax ran through me. I felt the first shot of my cum splatter my chest and no doubt his as Cole hilted hard into me. The head of his cock swelled and I yelped into his mouth as hot warmth erupted deep in my bowels. The polar bear moaned into the passionate kiss, his sticky seed flowing into me in long spurts. I loved the feel of fresh warmth with each pulse of his manhood. My canine cock oozed its last as we pushed our sticky torsos together, his erection spurting the final drops of his climax deep into me. I panted heavily and leaned back into the wall, stomach and chest fur matted with my sticky cum. Cole grinned at me and ran a finger through the fur, bringing the goop to his muzzle to sniff and lick it.

"Mm..." he said. "Tastes like you liked it, puppy."

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you always so condescending during sex?" I asked.

He pulled out his dick to the tip and then slammed it back in, making me gasp and my cock twitch.

"Take it easy, smart ass. I've still got you right where I want you."

I shuddered as his thick cock still throbbed in me. It felt good to be so full.

"I'd love to go for another round, puppy, but I don't think we have the time."

I nodded reluctantly. I would have loved to take another of his loads, but duty called. The bear kissed me gently one more time, his tongue roaming over mine as he leaned in to press his chest tightly against me. His ursine cock slid out and he gently let me down. Leaning against the wall, I slapped the chrome button under one of the shower heads and sighed as warm water cascaded over my sticky torso. Cole followed suit. When both of us were thoroughly rinsed, we headed back into the changing room. Cole picked up two towels and handed one to me. I was in the process of toweling off when Gregor burst through the door. I quickly moved the towel to hide myself, but Cole stood there proudly.

"Staff Sergeant," Gregor said; her face a mask of worry and... was that shame? "Sir, they're gone!"

"Slow down, airman, who is gone?" I asked.

"The lion and the Professor's son, sir!" She looked almost frightened now. "I can't explain it, sir, I was in the room with them for about ten minutes and nothing was going on. But the next thing I knew, the lion took the bear's hand in his and they just disappeared!"