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“Everything is fine down here, Captain. As usual.”

“Must you keep calling me that, Drokal?”

Drokal smirked as he held the comlink close to his face. “Of course I do, Cap. What else am I going to call the captain of the ship? Can’t just say Zunder, after all. That would be unprofessional.”

The grunt of annoyance that came through the comlink made Drokal beam widely. He could tell the captain was distracted with something, but given the ease of the flight they were on, it certainly wasn’t the exertion of piloting the craft. In the vast emptiness of space, there was almost nothing that would force them to divert from their current route. The pilot’s job was the easiest and most tedious of all the roles on the ship. No. Drokal assumed that Zunder had his dick out again. After all, when they were the only two crew currently out of cryosleep, there wasn’t much chance of being walked in on.

The Marie Belle was on its maiden voyage, bringing colonists and supplies to one of the newly settled planets in the outer reaches of humanity’s interstellar empire. While Zunder was the pilot, it fell upon Drokal to ensure the passengers in cryosleep and the precious cargo remained safe through the long journey.

Drokal was running the mid-flight inventory on the cargo; a long and tedious process despite how wholly unnecessary it was. There was no way that anything could have gone missing, given the only people awake and active were Drokal and the captain. But protocol must still be followed, and Drokal knew that sometimes supervisors went back over the in-flight footage to make sure everything had been completed correctly. After giving a middle finger to the nearest security camera, Drokal got back to his work.

He was documenting all the vials of genetic information for various Earth-based species. Each precious vial contained enough material to clone a thriving population of each species, with enough left other to harvest for genetic modification for the human colonists. Slower heart rates, higher stamina, improve night vision; all important traits some of the more daring colonists were willing to receive in exchange for a partial loss of their humanity.

It was a delicate task. Drokal had to carefully lift each tray of vials out from their storage containers, carry them over to his desk, and manually check each one to ensure it hadn’t been damaged during the flight. He sighed as he slowly checked another tray off, before sliding it back into the cabinet. That was twenty of them done now. Only another three hundred and eighty to go.

His shoulders and back ached from being hunched over so much, but Drokal felt like he was making good progress. He paused just a few times to stretch out his arms between trays, but slowly the number left to do was diminishing. By the time he reached the last dozen, he was looking forward to his break before moving on to the next inventory check. He had just taken the tray from its slot when an alarm suddenly blared into life, filling the room with noise and red light.

At his hip, the comlink crackled, a voice barely heard over the alarm. “Brace!”

Drokal barely had a moment to prepare before the entire ship lurched horrifically. Several loud bangs echoed through the room, and for a few brief moments the artificial gravity flicked off and on. It was enough to unbalance Drokal, and he crashed to the floor hard, wincing as the tray landed on top of him, several of the little glass vials smashing and spilling their contents all over him.

Spitting out a curse, Drokal carefully tried to brush the broken glass off him, wincing as he cut a couple of his fingers in doing so. He sucked on one of them cuts, before spitting in disgust as he got a taste of the fluids that had spilt over him. He gagged. The thing tasted foul.

Slowly sitting up, Drokal placed a hand over his belly, trying to suppress a little groan. His stomach churned and his limbs were aching. He must have hurt himself in the fall more than he had realised. Reaching up to grab hold of the edge of the desk, he hauled himself upright, his legs feeling unsteady as he put his weight down on them.

He reached down for his comlink, his hands feeling stiff and clumsy as he pulled it from his hip. He pressed down the talk button. “What the hell was that?” he hissed, not even waiting for Zunder to respond to the contact.

The response was muffled at first, before Zunder’s apologetic voice came across the small speaker. “Er, yeah… sorry about that. I was, uh… distracted. Had a minor asteroid impact. I’m, uh… just checking the damage reports. Everything seems… yeah, no real damage, just a glancing blow. Everything alright down there? Drokal?”

Silence met Zunder’s words, despite repeated requests and questions from the captain. The comlink fell from Drokal’s hand and clattered against the desk, switching off with a quiet beep.

Drokal didn’t know what had come over him. His body felt stiff, and the heat in his belly and grown more intense, spreading out to his limbs and filling him with a strange discomfort. He held his arms up in front of him, noticing how they were trembling; an action he wasn’t able to stop. He knew there was something seriously wrong, and he glanced around at the mess around his feet as the clear liquid from the vials spread across the metallic floor. His heavy boots crunched on the broken glass as he stumbled back. There was a small washroom just a few doors down out in the corridor. Perhaps if he could wash himself clean of the fluids he’d be alright.

Despite his desire to get to the door, Drokal only made it a few steps before he stumbled and fell back down to his knees, his legs feeling like they were giving way. His fingers clenched and trembled as they pressed against the cool metal floor, giving a few involuntary jerking movements. He crawled a little further before a hot flush spread across his body, starting at his face and quickly enveloping everything. His chest itched. He scratched at his skin through his shirt and grimaced, baring all his teeth as his discomfort grew.

Giving up on the door, Drokal rolled over onto his back and panted. His chest heaved as his fingers desperately scratched at his inflamed skin, but nothing was able to ease the itch. As he moved his fingers, his knuckles cracked a few times, his fingers almost seeming to elongate, but Drokal shook his head and turned his eyes away, assuming he was seeing things, his mind deluded by pain.

A few spasms of pain rippled through his body, but then another sensation started to make itself known. Despite being alone, he still couldn’t help but blush as he felt a curious arousal building at his crotch. He was getting an erection. Now, in all of this. He didn’t understand it, but he could feel his cock swelling and pressing against the inside of his underwear. A strange desire filled him, wanting to strip naked and stroke his cock, but he kept his fingers clenched by his side, desperately resisting that urge.

Taking a few deep breaths, Drokal tried to get a control of the situation. He could master the twinges of discomfort in his body for long enough to get himself through to the medical centre, where he could get properly checked out. All he needed to do first was get to his feet, but even that simple movement was beyond him. Try as he might, he couldn’t get his legs to work properly. Every time he moved them, his knees popped and cracked painfully.

To make matters worse, a dull pressure was starting to form just above his rump, right at the base of his spine. It was growing so severe he was soon forced to roll over onto his belly, despite the continued pain to his knees. The floor felt colder than usual to his hands as they pressed down on it.

He rubbed his fingers together. His skin felt dry and smooth. His vision was blurry from pain, but he was sure it was changing colour, like he’d smudged some dirt over it. With a huff, he tried to rub it away, but if anything it was only spreading. Something that looked like dust was sprinkling to the floor, but the brownish discolouration was spreading to wherever he rubbed.

Drokal’s confusion distracted him from his pain for long enough that he was able to bring himself up to his knees. He dragged his fingers over his arm, frowning as he watched the strange dust trickle down to the floor as the dirt smudged further up. He then gasped in pain as his fingertips dragged against his skin, staring down in surprise as a thin line of red had opened up. Holding his hand up, he stared in confusion and shock as he realised his fingernails had grown, darkening and twisting into wickedly sharp points. They looked more like claws.

“What the hell…” Drokal muttered, tilting his head slightly to the side as he turned his hands over, looking at both sides of them. They were completely smudged in the dirty colour now, but now that he looked a little closer at them, it didn’t seem to be something being spread on his skin. It was his skin. The itchiness intensified as small ridges started to snake out across his palms, then up the rest of his arms beyond his shirt.

Scales. They were scales. He blinked a few times, his mind not properly processing what he was seeing, before his head slowly turned so he could look at the spilled fluids. Genetic information of animals designed to bring about mutations in humans. A low groan escaped his lips as he realised what was happening, knowing he was too late to bring a stop to the changes.

Almost as though it was waiting for him to become aware of what was happening, the changes started to progress faster now. His knuckles all popped and cracked as his fingers elongated and thinned, becoming more reptilian as the scales became more defined over his arms and hands.

An itchy burning started to spread down his chest and legs. Wary of his claws, he resisted the urge to scratch it, not wanting to draw any more blood. He could feel his body changing beneath his clothes, and this time he decided it would probably be better to remove his clothing, rather than risking tearing through them as his body changed. He lifted his shirt over his head, accidentally catching his jaw, which felt sore and a little more prominent than usual.

Brown scales had spread all down his chest, though they were a little lighter than on his arms. They felt thicker and stiffer to Drokal’s curious, probing fingers, though he kept his claws well away from them.

The burning at his crotch was starting to get more intense. Waves of arousal pulsed out, filing his body with a gentle warmth that countered the uncomfortable itching on his skin. One hand slowly dipped down to press against the bulge of his erection, noticing that it felt a little bigger than usual. A grin cracked across his face as he realised this.

“Perhaps this is a good thing,” he muttered quietly to himself. He rubbed at his cock through his trousers, getting a feel for the extra thickness and length already evident. His balls felt a little bigger too, hanging low and feeling slightly constricted in his underwear. He slid his hands down beneath the waistband of his trousers to slide them down, before he doubled over as a stretching sensation at the base of his spine overwhelmed him.

Planting his hands down on the ground, he grunted as his trousers felt so tight around his hips. He looked behind him, seeing something bulging them out. Gritting his teeth, he whimpered as the trousers and underwear started to tear, unable to contain what was growing inside them. With a loud rip of fabric, they both tore free and revealed the thick, scaled tail that was pushing out from his spine. The tip twitched a few times, and Drokal reached down to grab it in his hands, gasping as he felt the touch.

Curiously, he noticed at the same time that the scales hadn’t spread down to his legs at all – in fact, they had stopped right above his crotch. He lightly brushed his fingers around the smooth skin, panting as it soothed the itching slightly. He didn’t know why his lower body hadn’t been changed, as it had been just as soaked as his torso by the genetic fluids.

His questioning thoughts only lasted a few moments before the itchiness intensified in his legs. This time he couldn’t resist scratching them, not caring about his claws as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He could feel his jaw reshaping at the same time, but that was almost of no concern as his legs prickled. He could feel thick, dense fur growing around his fingers as loud pops and cracks came from his feet, stretching inside his shoes and straining the leather.

The shoes creaked and stretched as he flexed his toes. His ankles felt like they were migrating further back, straining his shoes almost to breaking point before it mercifully popped free, releasing the pressure on his feet. He kicked off the shoes quickly and opened his eyes, staring down at his legs. Thick black fur had grown in from his waist down to the top of his elongated feet, which had twisted into an odd shape.

His ankle was held up off the ground, looking digitigrade and forcing him to walk up on his toes, which were longer and tipped with even bigger claws than his fingers. They felt more flexible too, and he gave them a testing wiggle. He was sure he’d be able to grab things with them.

Though his new body was interesting, and he longed to explore and feel over it, the burning at his crotch still hadn’t faded away, and his thoughts were soon pulled back to that. It was getting insatiable, something he could no longer ignore.

Drokal’s balls hung low and heavy from his crotch, covered in the same fur that had overtaken his legs. He gave them a soft squeeze, shivering in delight at the feeling of them. He could feel a soft warmth radiating out from them, heating the small scales on his hands. It felt like they were pressing against him, and as he watched he was sure they were still growing slightly, despite each testicle being almost a handful already.

With one hand stroking his balls, his other focused on his cock. It certainly felt bigger, much thicker than it had been before, though was otherwise mostly unchanged. A ridge of flesh had grown up part of it, forming what Drokal could only assume was the beginning of a sheath.

Letting out a low groan, Drokal started to stroke himself off, completely ignoring the presence of the cameras in the corners of the room. The thought that he could be watched from the recordings didn’t even cross his mind; he simply wanted to enjoy the pleasures his new body could offer him.

His muzzle cracked and popped a few times as it expanded, bulging out and forming a ridge that he could see out the corners of his eyes. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the changed shape, but not willing to take a hand away from his crotch to feel it. Instead he just closed his eyes and leaned back, teasing his fingers over his shaft. It throbbed a few times in his grip, and with each pulse of blood that passed through it, he could feel it swell that little bit bigger. It was almost big enough to fill his hand as it stroked over the twitching shaft.

His thumb found a strange seam at the tip of his cock. It was odd enough that he paused his strokes for a few moments, squinting open his eyes to look down at it. As he watched, the seam grew, dimpling down into the oddly tapered tip his cock was morphing into. A moment of alarm passed through him, before he hissed in pleasure as his cock slowly split down the middle, peeling out into two identical shafts.

Groaning in bliss, Drokal finally pulled his hand away from his heavy balls, only to wrap it around his second cock. Both were as large as his original. The tapered lengths were swollen around the base, small knots forming on each of them that the former human found to be incredibly sensitive.

Nothing else mattered to the new hybrid as he stroked his cocks. He leaned back, his tail curled up around his legs as his hands worked at his shafts. They squeezed and tested out all the different points that felt good; the little knots especially proving particularly good. He gasped and rubbed around them, pinching in gently, making each of his cocks throb and pump out a heavy spurt of pre.

Letting out a low hiss, Drokal started to pump his cocks hard, struggling to work out a rhythm to stroke them both at the same time without knocking his hands together all the time. It was tricky, but his cocks were so sensitive that it didn’t really matter. It felt good, whatever he did, a heavy flow of pre dribbling out onto his hands only making each stroke easier and more pleasurable.

Panting heavily, Drokal felt the last few little twists and snaps of his body settling into place. A few ridges formed on his back and neck, little spines that he felt he could control with little effort. His ears had moved, further up his head. Though he didn’t reach up to feel them, he knew they sat atop his head now, rather than on the side; pointed things that could swivel around slightly to listen to every sound in the room. But for the sound of his panting and moaning, there was little around to distract him for the moment.

Drokal couldn’t resist for much longer. As a feeling of rightness spread over his body as the last of the transformations completed, a brilliant warmth radiated out from his crotch. Every touch from his fingers tingled with pleasure, and his heavy balls tightened and lifted up slightly.

With a low groan, Drokal felt an orgasm rising from deep within his shafts. It felt like a wave breaking over him as his balls throbbed a little before unleashing their load. Twin arcs of cum spilt from his shafts, each single pulse unleashing more cum than any orgasm he’d ever had before, and more was to cum. Again and again, he thrusted his hips up into the air, half a dozen more spurts of thick cum spilling across his belly and chest, nearly reaching his chin. Finally, it slowed down, and his hips jerked a few more times as the last few dribbles of cum trickled from the tips.

Slowly bringing his fingers up to his muzzle, Drokal licked clean his fingers before slowly rising up to his feet. It took him a few moments to find his balance, forced by the shape of his legs to stand on his toes.

Cum trickled down his smooth, scaled belly before getting caught up in the thick fur of his legs. Patting his hands down over his body, Drokal grinned widely to himself, before he caught sight of the comlink, still resting where he had dropped it on the desk. He had a feeling Zunder would rather enjoy a visit, especially if he brought a few unbroken vials with him…

Drokal’s ears flicked a few times as he pondered whether it was worth cleaning himself up first, before deciding that he would take a trip to the bathrooms first. After all, he wanted to give the human the best first impression of his new, improved body. And while being dripping in cum would be a good representation of what this hybrid form was best at, he wanted it to be the captain’s cum on him.

It didn’t take Drokal long to clean himself up. The nearest showers were close by, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone else disturbing him. His scales cleaned easily, though he did have to scrub through the thick fur of his lower body a little more. He also took the time to inspect his body, staring into the mirrors at the unfamiliar face that looked back. His hands slowly traced down the smooth scales of his belly, until they dug into the thick fur that emerged from his crotch. His twin cocks had retreated after his orgasm, shrinking into his body. He would have been alarmed, but he could feel the bulge of their presence within a small sheath. Besides, the low, heavy balls between his legs were more than enough to remind him of his maleness.

His tail twitched and swished behind him. It felt surreal, like he was going to wake up from a bizarre dream any moment now, but he was sure that his mind couldn’t create such a real scene. He could smell his body so clearly he knew it had to be real. There was no way he could be imagining this all with such vivid detail.

Once he was satisfied he was clean, he prowled back to the storage rooms and looked around at the mess across the floor. Fluids and broken glass was everywhere, mixed in with the scent of his cum. The smell made the tips of his twin cocks push out from his sheath. He shivered, loving the feel of them gradually emerge, but he shook his head and forced himself to not think about the growing erections. He wanted to save those until he could find Zunder.

Plucking a few vials at random from the unbroken trays in storage, Drokal grinned widely to himself as he rolled them around in his hand. He didn’t know what reaction it would have on Zunder, but he was sure it had to be every bit as exciting as it was for him.

His smile only got wider as he made his way up through the ship. He couldn’t imagine Zunder was watching any of the security cameras, so his arrival in the cockpit should come as a total surprise for the captain. With no one else awake on the ship, he didn’t have to worry about being seen either.

By the time he reached the cockpit door, Drokal was twitching with excited anticipation. He paced outside the door for a few moments, working out exactly what he planned to do to the captain, and how to minimise the shock of his new appearance. After all, he didn’t exactly look like himself anymore, and he hadn’t even tested that he could still speak, he realised with shock. All he had done since the transformation was grunt, growl, and moan.

Holding one hand to his neck, he cleared his throat a couple of times. “Can I… oh…” he said, realising quickly that he could still talk, but the voice was not one he recognised. It was deeper than he was used to, more rasping and rough, and a slight hint of a hissing lisp to his enunciation. He licked his lips, feeling his sharp teeth against his tongue. The voice would take some getting used to, but at least he still had one.

There was no point waiting any longer, so Drokal keyed in the passcode to open the door, stepping through and twitching his nose at the scent within. He was pretty sure his earlier thoughts had been right. Zunder had been distracted with his dick out, which had resulted in something striking the ship and causing the calamity down in the storage bay. Of course, now that it was all over, he couldn’t exactly bring himself to be annoyed with Zunder. In fact, he felt rather like thanking him, and passing on the gift that had been given to him.

Of the captain though, there was no sign. The cockpit was a small room with only the one chair in the middle, looking out over the plethora of computers and controls required to run a ship of the Marie Belle. A narrow window looked outside, minimising the amount of vulnerable glass that was exposed to the vacuum beyond. There was nowhere to hide in the cockpit, and Drokal couldn’t pick up anything but a lingering scent of the captain. The autopilot light was flashing. He frowned and twitched his muzzle, tail thrashing around behind him.

Taking a few steps back, Drokal slowly turned around and pondered a new plan. He’d need to find where the captain was. He lifted his muzzle slightly and sniffed the air. Closing his eyes, he thought he could pick up the scent of Zunder again, and, better yet, work out which direction he had gone.

Once more he padded off, delving into the narrow corridor’s of the ship, following his nose as he searched for the human, eager to bestow his gifts upon him. The vials rattled around in his paw, reminding the hybrid creature of just what was to come once he found Zunder.

Most of the rooms that led off the corridors were more storage rooms, as well as the cryosleep chambers. None of them interested him, as Zunder’s scent drifted from further down the corridor. It wasn’t long before he thought he heard some movement up ahead. He grinned widely. There was only one person that could be.

Slowing down a little, he made sure he kept his toeclaws up off the ground so they didn’t make any noise. Judging from the sounds ahead, Zunder was moving away from him, walking slowly and opening a few doors along the way. Occasionally he called out Drokal’s name. At first the hybrid frowned, wondering why Zunder would be doing that, before remembering the last time they spoke. It had been those last few panic-filled moments after the ship had been struck, and Drokal hadn’t confirmed his safety. The captain was out looking for him. The grin spread wider across Drokal’s muzzle. Zunder was going to be very surprised when he saw him.

Peering around a corner in the corridor, Drokal grinned as he saw Zunder’s back, not too far away. Emerging out into the corridor, Drokal cleared his throat. “Looking for me, Captain?”

Drokal could see the confusion in Zunder’s posture as soon as he spoke. The voice was so unlike his previous tone, it was no wonder the captain wouldn’t know who was talking to him. Then the human turned around, and his expression quickly went from confused to shocked, and then on to scared.

The human turned to run, but Drokal was much faster. He was easily able to catch up to Zunder and tackle him to the ground, pinning him down beneath his hefty weight. “What’s the matter, Captain? Don’t recognise me?”

“D-Drokal? How…”

The hybrid grinned, lifting the hand that held the vials up. “I was busy archiving the gene vials when we got hit. Made quite a mess. Triggered a few… changes.”

“I, uh… we can… we can fix it, I’m sure,” Zunder stammered, his eyes flicking from side to side as he struggle to avoid looking right at the hybrid looming over him.

“Fix it?” Drokal flicked his ears and teased his long, forked tongue over Zunder’s face. “Why would I want to fix it?” He kept Zunder pinned down beneath one hand, while his other, the one that held the vials, slipped up the human’s shirt. He was gentle, but he couldn’t help but rip the shirt slightly with his claws.

“What are you doing?” Zunder yelped. Drokal could feel the human twitch nervously, but the captain was able to remain almost completely still, probably too scared of the hybrid’s wicked claws to move much.

“Returning the favour,” Drokal said, before uncapping the vials all at once, pouring them onto the human’s chest.

Zunder gasped as the cool fluids trickled down over him, seeping into his skin almost immediately. Drokal withdrew for the moment, sitting back on his haunches and letting the human slowly sit up. Zunder rested one hand on his belly, feeling the wetness beneath his shirt, though nothing else seemed to be happening just yet.

“What did you do to me?” the human asked, his voice slow and nervous as he started to tug at his shirt. He slowly lifted it up over his head before tossing it to the side, running his fingers over his belly, feeling the wet patches trickle down his skin.

Drokal leaned in close, his tongue again teasing over Zunder’s cheek. “Oh, nothing much…” the hybrid hissed gleefully. He glanced down and grinned wider as he noticed a little redness starting to spread across Zunder’s chest. The human almost absently scratched himself, before following the hybrid’s gaze and staring in shock as the hair on his skin started to grow and thicken. It lightened in colour too, going from near black to a pale cream.

Zunder hunched over as discomfort started to spread through his body, his hands trembling as they got absorbed by the thick fluff growing over his chest and belly. The long, cream fur was growing rapidly, feeling soft and luxurious to the changing human’s hands. By the time he moved his hands away, pulling them back out from his soft chest fuzz, they had already changed. Thick claws had emerged from his fingertips and fur was starting to spread out from his palms, matching the cream colouration on his chest.

“What did you pour on me?” Zunder groaned, his voice shaking slightly with the discomfort of the transformation that was starting to spread through him.

Drokal shrugged his shoulders and didn’t offer a vocal response, instead just sitting back on his haunches and watching the changes progress. It was fascinating to watch having gone through the same thing not long earlier. He could see and hear Zunder’s muscles and bones popping and snapping into new positions, feet stretching out and bending into a new form, more like his own altered feet. Unlike Drokal, Zunder’s fur was spreading over his whole body, with his back and head covered in a deep blue fuzz, though his face kept the pale cream colouring of his belly.

Zunder sat back and closed his eyes as fur spread across his body, leaving no exposed flesh on his whole body, bulging his pants slightly as it grew in thickly. His shoes had already slipped off as his feet had changed, with his socks just hanging limply from the end of his small, pawed feet. His ankle had extended out, altering the way he would walk. Much like Drokal, he would be forced to stand on his toes.

Attempting to stand up, Zunder tottered back and forth on his new feet, struggling to find any sort of balance. He toppled and fell into Drokal’s arms, grunting in annoyance before gasping in surprise and a little pain. He quickly reached down for his pants, tugging at the waistband to pull them down as something thick began to emerge from the base of his spine. A long tail began to push out, at first covered in the same thick blue fur as his back, before sharply contrasting to cream. It swished and swayed from side to side almost without Zunder thinking about it, before he reached back to grab it in his hands, softly stroking through the thick fuzz. He couldn’t help but give out a few excited little yips and squeaks at how strangely nice the sensation felt.

Zunder started to say something, but his voice broke as his face started to swell out, any words he was trying to force out lost into a series of whimpers and grunts. A muzzle was beginning to form, seemingly thicker and wider than Drokal’s tapered snout. His ears were slowly moving up and further back, extending out above his head. They flicked a few times, the little bit of exposed flesh in the middle a paler blue than the surrounding fur. His teeth sharpened into wicked points; needle-like and tough like those in Drokal’s mouth. His pale blue tongue flicked against them, getting a feel for how they were sitting in his mouth as his muzzle extended out, stretching a good few inches in front of his eyes, which were gradually moving around to the side of his face.

Rubbing his hands over his muzzle, Zunder blinked a few times as he got a feel for the strange, wedge-shaped muzzle that tapered out until the two sides came together. He slowly rose to his feet once more, able to balance this time with his tail extended out behind him. His muzzle was attracting most of his attention, hands wandering over it as he adjusted to the big size of it, blocking out most of the centre point of his vision, though the new position of his eyes extended his peripheral vision almost entirely to the back of his head.

While his attention was largely devoted to his head, Drokal had other ideas. His scaled fingers stroked through Zunder’s soft belly fur, gradually moving lower and lower. It wasn’t until his fingers closed around Zunder’s sheath that the newly transformed hybrid realised what Drokal was doing. He gasped, tensing slightly and resting a hand on Drokal’s shoulder, but falling just short of pushing him away.

“That feels… weird,” Zunder mumbled. Whereas Drokal’s voice had a lisping undertone, Zunder’s was more of a guttural growl.

Drokal didn’t stop, keeping his fingers teasing over his captain’s soft sheath. He could feel something thick pressing from within, and before long his efforts allowed the pale blue tip of Zunder’s cock to emerge. It was the same colour as his tongue and what little flesh was still exposed beneath his fur and, Drokal quickly realised, it even seemed to glow slightly. He gave the tip a little lick before grinning up.

“We can use you as a torch,” he said with a giggle, ears flicking at the delightful way Zunder moaned from the small lick. Drokal pushed at Zunder gently, easing him down to the floor again so the reptilian hybrid could tease at Zunder’s crotch a little easier.

“Don’t even think about it,” Zunder growled in reply, though he didn’t resist the pressure on his shoulders at all. He flicked his tail to the side as he lay back. Closing his eyes, he panted softly as his tongue slipped from his muzzle. Drokal smirked and gave the emerging cock a few more strokes.

Zunder’s cock twitched as it started to swell, pushing out and expanding from within the tight confines of his sheath. Already it was leaking a few small beads of pre, dripping onto Drokal’s smooth scaled fingers. The other hybrid’s twin cocks were responding in like, emerging from his slit and hanging in the air, waiting for attention of their own.

Without even realising what he was doing at first, Zunder reached out with one footpaw to tease between the two shafts. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt them twitch against him. “Two? Well some people get all the luck,” he mumbled, but didn’t pause in his slow, gentle rubs against the twin shafts.

Drokal smirked a little wider as his fingers moved between the soft fuzz of Zunder’s sheath to the smoothness of his growing cock. One side of the glowing shaft was ridged, each of which being touched caused Zunder to throw his head back and groan in pleasure. Each was incredibly sensitive, and Drokal kept lightly stroking his fingers over them to make Zunder squirm beneath him.

A thick knot was starting to form at the base of Zunder’s shaft, swelling out and stretching his sheath slightly until it popped out entirely. He moaned in pleasure, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, as Drokal continued to tease it with his fingers. Finally, the lizard hybrid lowered his head down, curling his flexible tongue around the tip of his pale blue shaft. Zunder had to resist thrusting up right away, instead clenching his paws slightly, rubbing them down the twin lengths at Drokal’s crotch.

Zunder panted as Drokal’s tongue curled a little tighter around his cock, letting the shaft sink deeper into his muzzle. Though Zunder’s shaft was definitely larger than it had been before, Drokal didn’t have much problem taking the full length into his muzzle; the tip leaking a few drops of pre right into his throat.

Slowly, Drokal began to bob up and down on Zunder’s cock, teasing the length with his tongue, paying close attention to the ridges and knot. He could feel the shaft twitching in response to his movements, the moans of the hybrid music to his ears.

Drokal was also shivering in pleasure as his captain’s paws stroked down his twin lengths, enjoying the sensation of the smooth pawpads rubbing over his sensitive cocks. He groaned softly, closing his eyes and taking more of Zunder’s shaft into his mouth, the tip of his scaled muzzle pressing right up into the soft fuzz of the other hybrid’s crotch. His tongue teased deep, slipping into the tight warmth of the sheath.

Zunder’s paws clenched together at this, squeezing the two cocks against each other. His toes curled as they stroked a little firmer, frotting the two cocks and stimulating the ridges and bumps down their lengths. Drokal’s hips twitched and thrust forward slowly, teasing his cocks between the eager paws of the captain. His heavy balls swung slowly between his legs in time with his movements.

As the two rocked together, Zunder wrapped his arms around Drokal, hands stroking down the smooth scales of the hybrid’s back and holding him close. Their tails entwined together, Drokal’s scaled length easily long enough to engulf Zunder’s smaller, fluffier limb.

Drokal’s muffled moans changed in pitch slightly as he thrust between Zunder’s paws. He had already cum once since his transformation, but he knew he still had more than enough seed to spill, his cocks dribbling out more pre each than he used to spill in orgasm as a human. He could tell he was getting close to release, but he tensed his fingers into Zunder’s fur as he tried to hold himself back, wanting to get a taste of the other’s cum before spilling his own.

He knew Zunder was close as well, tasting more and more pre on his tongue as he worked over the thick length in his muzzle. Paying close attention to the sensitive ridges, he slowly brought Zunder ever closer to release, the furred hybrid starting to buck his hips forward to press deeper into Drokal’s muzzle until finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, he came.

And he came hard. Several thick spurts of cum filled Drokal’s mouth, forcing him to pull back slightly and let some of it spill down his muzzle. He kept his tongue against the twitching and pulsing shaft, squeezing gently and easing up more cum to spill from the tip.

At the same time, Drokal pushed his hips forward one last time with a shuddering thrust. Zunder’s paws clenched tight as they were coated in the lizard hybrid’s seed, matting his long fur as Drokal’s prodigious balls emptied their load. Both howled and whimpered as their cocks continued to be stimulated, though Drokal’s cries were muffled by the thick cock still filling his mouth.

Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, both started to come down from their orgasmic highs. Drokal licked his lips and swallowed the last of Zunder’s cum, before gently resting his head down on the captain’s belly. Zunder’s hand stroked over Drokal’s head, the two taking a few moments to pant and catch their breath.

“That was good,” Zunder groaned. He slowly untwined his tail from Drokal’s and sat up. He extended his arms out, staring down at his altered hands with a giddy grin on his muzzle. “That felt really good… This is… Is this reversible?”

Drokal shook his head and smirked, giving Zunder’s wet cock a few more licks as it slowly retreated back into its sheath. “I don’t think so,” he muttered, taking care to clean the shaft of any residual cum.

“Mmm, good,” Zunder purred in reply. His hand gripped in tight to Drokal’s head, holding him against his sheath. He felt amazing in this body. Sexy, strong, and powerful. His ears flicked as his grin grew wider. Why would he want to give any of this up and return to a boring human body? He smirked as he thought about all the other humans aboard the ship, frozen away in their cryosleep chambers. “Say Drokal, how many more of those little vials do you have down there?”

Drokal’s reptilian face broke into a wider smile than Zunder’s. He slowly crawled up the furred hybrid’s body, pressing their bellies together until they could share a brief, passionate kiss. “More than enough for everyone, I should say,” he said once they parted.

“Perfect… then let’s get started before I decide I want to fuck you first,” Zunder said, licking Drokal over the muzzle and getting a slight taste of his cum on the hybrid’s scales.

Drokal chuckled and swatted lightly back at Zunder. “Not unless I fuck you first… with both at the same time.”

“Promises, promises,” Zunder teased, before pulling Drokal into another kiss. The two had a lot of work to do, but they still had weeks before anyone else was due to wake up out of cryosleep. Plenty of time for them to spread the gift of their wonderful new bodies, as well as exploring their own until there was nothing left to learn. It promised to be a fun, and messy, experience for both hybrids. And they would love every last moment of it.