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A pale sky.

A blue pale sky.

That's the first thing Chris saw as he woke up in a hazy blur.

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled as he looked from left to right.

He gazed down at his hands, look at his phalanges before flexing them. They felt normal. Nothing seemed out of place. But something didn't sit right with him.

"Hey Chris" a familiar voice called.

"What?" Chris asked as he looked up. He was shocked to see his old high school friend, Michael, gazing down on him.

"What are you doing on the floor man? We are gonna be late for our 1st class." Michael stated as he started moving.

Chris was stunned as he got up and followed him. He gazed down at himself and gasped when he noticed that his attire changed. He was back wearing his school uniform: an orange polo with khaki shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw 2 red straps along his shoulders. He took them up and realized he was wearing his old backpack.

"What the fuck?"

He gazed back up and his eyes bulged as he now was sitting in class, fourth from the back, third from the left.

The faint squeaking of the dry erase marker sweeping across the board drawed his eyes back up.

"Alright class. We are going to learn the organelles of the cell today" his biology teacher Ms. Brown stated.

She was answered with a chorus of groans and complains.

"Do we really have to do this...again?" one of his classmates asked.

"Yeah, we already know that the lysosome is the powerhouse of the cell" another one shouted.

"That's the mitochondria dumbass" Michael spat back. That lead to a roar of laughter.

"Actually, we are going over this because Chris thinks he is so smart. Knowing it all from head to toe. You know more than me, ain't that right Chris?" Ms. Brown hissed.

"Wait what?" Chris asked, shocked. What in the world was going on?

"Yeah Chris. Thinking you're so smart and better than everyone else", a student sneered.

"I'm not better than everyone else. I suck at sports and you all know that. And it's not my fault you don't wanna put the time and effort into your grades" Chris retorted.

They all screamed and voiced their distaste, booing at one point.

"Man, fuck all of y'all" Chris glowered.

Just as the class grew louder, it all silenced as the scene shifted again. This time, Chris was at his high school job: working at Animal Care Services.

Chris snapped his head down, confused as to why he was now wearing his dark cargo shorts and his work shirt.

"This... Wha-". Chris didn't have time to finish as a loud bark rang in his ears.

"Your turn to clean the kennels Chris" his supervisor said as he tossed him a broom, water hose, and bucket. Chris fumbled as he tried to hold onto all 3.

"Aw shit" Chris grimaced. He meant that literally.

The air around him was thick with the smell of wet dogs and their secretions. He walked down the long aisle, looking from kennel to kennel at the abandoned dogs. Their looks of sorrow, working under his skin. Their eyes conveying what words could not.

Open the door slightly, get him through the other side, restrain him, close the dividing door that separates the cell in half, clean the kennel, open up the dividing door, close the kennel.

Chris repeated the process until he was caked in dirty water and other unmentionable things. He wish he could wipe it away, but that just smeared it across his body.

It took forever. The hallway seemed to stretch and stretch. Kennels as far as the eye can see. Jack Russell there, Bull Terrier here, and a Shitzu all the way in the corner, yearning for attention.

A grow got Chris' attention. He turned around and came face-to-face with a snarling Doberman. Chris froze.

"How did he get out?" Chris's mind raced.

Eyes darting everywhere they locked onto the kennel door, which was open. The lock wasn't shut, it wasn't clasped.

A low growl got his attention, reminding him that there was a dangerous dog 5 feet in front of him. The Doberman bared his yellow, long teeth. Chris could've sworn some were jagged. Most likely from previous fights. The scars along his back supporting the theory.

Chris was scared. Why was he going through this again. The bite scar still on his upper left thigh.

Within a flash, Chris was tackled down by the dog, snapping its jaws at Chris. He whimpered in fright as he covered his face and kicked his legs wildly in the air, hoping it would get the dog to leave him alone.

A soft thud and a minor yelp filled the air as his foot slammed into the Doberman's face. That only served to piss it off. When Chris kicked out again, the Doberman sank his teeth into Chris's upper left thigh again.

Chris screamed in agony, hitting the dog in the face sloppily as he frantically tried to pry off the dog. It's jaws were like a vice, squeezing tighter and tighter.

"No! Please not again!" Chris cried to the dog. Hoping that perhaps this dog would yield its grip on his leg, no matter how impossible it seemed.

His plea only made it worse. The jaws tighten fiercely. It seemed it was squeezing the life out of his leg. He felt it was gonna be choked off. He didn't realized how close he was.

The burning pain turned into a ripping pain. The pain danced around his leg in a mad dance. Chris shrieked his agony. His shouts were incoherent as he desperately tried to pry the dog off.

He glanced into the beast's eyes. It was mad. It seemed to smile at him as his teeth pierced beyond his flesh. He felt his leg become lighter and his pain increase to new heights Chris never experienced before.

Blood pooled where the pain was dancing. It felt like fire. Painful, searing flames licking his thigh. His nerves were twitching as he leg slowly came off. He was beyond beating the dog. He just wanted it to end.

Tears were flooding his face by this point. The pain was unbearable. He felt each muscle tear, each ligament snap, every vein and artery pour out the life flowing within him. And the bone. Oh the bone was the worse of them all.

It took the Doberman some effort but at last, with a sickening crunch the leg was separated from his body. Jagged cuts traced his leg, or what was left of it.

Blood flowed out of his leg as he laid in his demise. The pain was at its pinnacle but he felt tired. Tired and in pain. The light seemed to get fuzzy. Darkness started to creep in. But that wasn't enough for the Doberman.

He left his prize and rushed to Chris one final time. He sank his teeth into Chris's exposed throat. But Chris didn't feel a thing. It was all over before he even saw the dog rush to him.

***

Chris's eyes shot open as he regained consciousness. He blinked twice. Three times. He was back in his cell, he realized. That shouldn't have happened.

“What?" Chris groaned. Now he knew something was wrong. It confused him that he went from being back at high school, to his old job where he got bit by that Doberman, and now he was back in his cell. This wasn't a dream. It couldn't have be. Usually he doesn't remember dreams that well and surely he feels no physical pain from them either. He actually remembered what happened. He felt the slight tightening of his chest when he was ridiculed in front of his classmates. He felt the agony of having his leg being ripped off. This state he was in transcended that of a mere dream. It felt real and surreal.

His train of thought was interrupted as he noticed something off about his cell; there was no blue light. The ethereal glow of the light that acted as a barrier between his cell and the hallway was gone. He was free. Or was he? Chris intended to find out as he hesitantly stepped out into the metallic hallway.

He looked left and right. Everything seemed to be in place. Nothing seemed wrong to him. The glowing lines that zig-zagged across the walls were still there. Everything just seemed to be..abandoned. Desolation filled the air, offering Chris its cold embrace. Yet, he felt an unnatural pull as he walked forward, exploring the corridor. He couldn't explain it, but Chris felt there was something more to the barren rooms and hallway.

He traversed the hallway, took a left turn, and another before he came to another long corridor with cells just like his. He looked left and right and saw not a single alien in them. He took 8 steps forward and peered into the last cell on his left. He looked into it but something felt off about it to him. He sauntered into the room and saw nobody. It was empty like the others. Yet that didn't stop an unseen force from pushing him against the wall with a hard shove. Chris yelp in surprise and slight pain as he roughly made contact with the wall. He looked back and was horrified by what he saw.

It was Eone the Valraxian. It pinned his arms behind his back tightly as it started licking the back of his neck and growling lowly. Chris tried squirming but could barely move. Eone's grip on him was too tight. Chris suddenly had an idea. He swung his foot up backwards and was relieved when his foot made contact with Eone's groin. He just prayed that this alien had testicles.His hopes were shattered as it didn't cause Eone to back off. It just seemed to piss him off even more.

Chris was spun around and his arms were now pinned over his head. He was helpless as Eone attacked his neck and face, licking over his flesh with a purple, slimy tongue.

"Get off me!" Chris shouted. He tossed and turned his head, making feeble attempts to stop him. He gasped as felt claws lightly pinch his skin before it was raked across his body. He felt a slight sting as the claws were dragged across his torso, shredding his shirt and revealing his chest.

Eone looked back a bit as he admired his prize. Chris was scared. He had a feeling this was gonna go somewhere he never thought he would experience in his life.

Eone began licking his chest earnestly. Chris grimaced. He tried wiggling, hoping that would at least make it difficult for Eone. It only seem to spur him on as his tongue left explored every inch of his body.

Chris was horrified. He didn't want to give Eone the satisfaction, but it felt good to him. Each swipe and flick of the tongue across his body sent shivers up and down his spine. He felt warmth starting to gather in his groin. He felt a stirring down there.

"Please...stop..."

He faintly said as a moan eclipsed his plea. Surprisingly, Eone stopped and looked at him. He gazed him up and down like a piece of meat. While doing so, he unclasped the buckle holding his tunic up and revealed his pride.

Chris's eyes snapped wide open as he gazed at Eone's manhood. Well, dragonhood. It was purple, much like his tongue, but looked much more intimating. It had these unnatural nubs along the sides of it that made Chris squirm in uncertainty. It was big too. At least a foot in length and 3/4 as thick as his wrist. And to top it off, the head looked like the tip of a knife. Chris sure hoped it wasn't sharp. Chris was scared. It was too big. He changed his mind. He didn't want that in him!

Chris whimpered as he tried one last time to get out of Eone's grasp. The Valraxian easily ripped off Chris's shorts. Part of it hanging off of his ankle. With one hand restraining his hands, he used his free hand to lift up his leg, exposing his entrance.

"No...please" Chris quivered. He just prayed it wouldn't hurt. However his body told another story. He seemed to have grown stiffer from the treatment he was getting.

Eone grinder his length between Chris's mounds of flesh. His top dangerously close to his pucker. Chris tensed reflexively and that seemed to make Eone grind that much harder. After a couple more teasing thrusts, Eone aimed his pride at Chris's entrance. The tip catching perfectly in the middle of his orifice. Chris's cock throbbed. It was standing at full mast and as hard as stone.

Chris gazed into Eone's colorful eyes one last time. His eyes begged for Eone to stop. Eone had a neutral expression on his face but his eyes conveyed much more than that. It seemed that Eone had a sympathetic, sorrowful gaze within his glazed orbs. They had a hint of reassurance, telling him that it would be alright. And for that split second, he believed him. He relaxed a little and that was when Eone thrust in. Chris would've felt the initial pain but he awoke.

He didn't appear in another recurrence of his life. He was awake. He was staring up at the gigantic crater they resided in. He looked up and gazed around the hole. He saw 5 others beginning to move around, just like him.

2 of them were immobile, like he was when he first felt the effects of the gas. He stifled a groan when he realized he had a hard-on. He gazed up and saw most of the conscious ones slowly moving. Some of them faltered. He tried moving but felt tired as he moved his muscles. His vision started blurring again.

"Not again" Chris said to himself as he felt him slip starting to sleep into darkness.

He saw a greyish blob appear at his side. It started shaking him roughly. His ears picked up an incoherent sound, but as the blob kept shaking him, he started to focus on the thing before him. It was Eone, shouting at him.

"Sex. Thi..."

That's all he heard. It became more clearer as Eone spoke louder and louder.

"Think about sex. Mating. Anything that will get you aroused!" Eone nearly shouted.

"Sexy sexy?" Chris spoke unsurely.

"Yes sexy. Anything like that. It will clear your mind and not be susceptible to the effects of the gas."

Chris was confused on that. Why dirty thoughts? How would that help? Nevertheless, he wasn't going to die. He had to live. Why? Because, to him, he had a promise to make.

"Emily" he whispered to himself, remembering the promise he made. He felt better, knowing why he was doing this. For Emily. To go back home and tell her family what had happened, if they believed her. If thinking about smut would help him survive this round, then he would fantasize about everything that made him have to readjust his pants.