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Vale - Quid Pro Quo

Substar Commission for Ashgar

Part One - The Conquest

The club was a new one for Vale, dimly lit, catering to the travellers that came to the remote colony world of Dryad to seek out someone to spend the evening with. In recent months, ever since claiming his first actual full breeder in the form of a now nearly-unrecognizable lion, the otter had been able to be much more careful and discrete in his choice of 'partners' when he felt he needed to lay. The creatures that had infested his body and changed him drove him to seek out new potential breeders, but the drive had not been nearly as urgent ever since the lion had become his. This night, though, he knew the need would never completely leave him, and he was on the prowl.

The gray-furred otter smiled as he pulled out a chair from one of the many tables in the club, trying to see if there was someone that fit his usual criteria. Bulky but attractive, obviously single and alone, and most importantly, unfamiliar. After he'd run into one lioness he'd already pumped full of eggs for a second time, she'd become one of the few who had learned his secret. It seemed that his memory-blurring drugs were significantly less effective on someone who had been exposed to them before. As of yet, his handler, Dr Faren, hadn't been able to develop something that would work as effectively. Still, the lioness had come to visit him a few times now.

"Maybe a challenge today," he mused to himself as he took a sip of beer. It took powerful liquor to get him drunk these days, but he still liked the taste of a good lager even if it did nothing for him. It was then that the door to the club opened and in stepped a tall, bearlike individual with light blue fur that darkened before his curiously bare black-skinned hands. He was, in a word, bulky; larger than Vale himself by a fair margin, his head almost brushing the door-frame as he stepped in. Like many others in the bar, he wore only the barest bits of clothing for modesty's sake, a pair of black jeans that managed to make the bulge beneath look even more impressive than it likely was. His only slightly-darker headfur was pulled into a ponytail that hung down to the middle of his back, but a stray lock of purple-dyed hair hung free over his face. The eyes though, they were different, and drew Vale's attention. Luminous green irises that almost seemed to glow, with the sclera around them a very faint green as well. As the bear-creature moved, there was a sinuous and flowing way to how he walked that felt distinctly non-ursine. When he passed within a few feet, Vale finally noticed the bear's tail, and he grinned. The bear's tail wasn't stubby at all; in fact, it was as long as the bear was tall, and seemed to move of its own volition, slithering around chairs and patrons as its owner walked. The otter's grin widened when he realized the odd mix of species had stopped and was watching him in turn, an intensely curious expression on his face.

Something inside Vale twitched, a sensation that the otter had never felt from the creatures that had merged and melded with his physiology. It should have been a warning sign, but Vale had been aching for a new conquest, perhaps longer than he'd even been aware of consciously, and he ignored the unusual sensation. He lifted a hand in greeting to the not-quite-bear and gestured at the seat across from him at the table. After regarding him for a few moments with a speculative gaze, Vale's target smiled and made his way over.

"You're a bold one," came a deep, rumbly voice. "Most see my size and get intimidated. I'm Ashgar. What're you drinking?" This close, Vale could see that Ashgar's bulk was almost all muscle. Before his changed, there wouldn't be a chance that the otter could match the huge hybrid physically, but his new gifts left him with a great deal more strength than one would expect. As Ashgar sat in the now pitifully small-looking chair it creaked a bit, but didn't break.

Vale held up his beer, "Local lager. Nothing better than stuff made on Dryad, at least in my opinion." He took another moment to study Ashgar, wondering what had made him literally twitch inside. The reaction had been to something, but Vale had no idea what it could be. Aside from not being a bear, exactly, he just couldn't place it. "What do you like, Ashgar?"

Ashgar leaned back and his chair creaked again. "I don't drink, actually. It's cheap food and company I'm usually looking for," he said. After a few moments, his small smile turned into a grin, and the look in his eyes grew that much more intense, "I don't think drinks are what you want to talk about though, otter. I think you're wondering if I'll let you take me to your place so you can try shove your dick down my throat."

Vale almost spit out the mouthful of beer in his surprise, but reflexively swallowed it before he could do so. Eyes wide, Vale exclaimed, "Fucking hell, Ashgar, you didn't even ask my name first!" This was going to be even easier than he'd first thought. He'd not have taken Ashgar for a bottom, but it looked like luck was in his favour tonight.

Ashgar laughed, a deep gravelly sound that the otter could almost feel as much as he heard. "Well then, what's your name, otter?"

"Vale, my name is Vale. And yeah, that's what I want to do. I had a whole thing planned, you know. Get to know you. Maybe buy you something. See if I can figure out what's mixed with your bear side. Then suggest I take you back to my place and show you that I can probably fit farther down your throat than you think. You just cut right through all that.. It's really a little disappointing, you know." He adopted a put-upon expression and fixed Ashgar with a glare that wasn't in the least intimidating or even sincere.

Again that laugh, and Ashgar held out his hands in mock-supplication, "Lizard. Not really sure what kind. And I'm not hungry. And I came in probably for much the same reason you did." The look in Ashgar's eyes suddenly turned vaguely predatory and his eyes seemed to glow for half a moment. Again, Vale felt that strange twitching sensation inside him, as if the parasites that shared his body and gave him all his gifts were apprehensive. He shrugged away the feeling, figuring it was them reacting to a much less submissive personality than he usually dealt with. "I just thought I'd cut through all that BS and get us to your bedroom, hmm?"

Vale chuckled and pushed his chair away from the table to stand up. The lizard-bear did the same, towering over him by more than a little. The long, serpentine tail curled around his legs, forcing him to step out of the small coil it had made. "Way that moves, maybe snake?" he ventured. "Definitely has a mind all its own." Patting down his jeans to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, Ashgar gestured for Vale to lead the way.

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"Holy shit, you're a damned geek, Vale. I have never seen this many plush animals in one place other than a store. How many of these things do you have?" Ashgar plucked a small plush pangolin off one of the shelves in Vale's living room and examined it. This one was, to his surprise, a caricature of the Yahaelan queen that was surprisingly detailed. "Didn't they stop selling these after one of her attendants got all pissy about them?"

Vale stepped up beside Ashgar and plucked the plush out of his hands and set it back on the shelf. "Yeah. Until they found one of the princesses cuddling one in bed. Then they suddenly became something everyone wanted. Mass produced crap by a new toymaker that wasn't nearly as good as the original run. That, right there, is one of only a few hundred first-run versions available. And I'm proud of my collection. Everyone has their vices."

Ashgar snorted and took another look at the otter's living room. Honest-to-goodness movie posters plastered the walls, all of them for films that hadn't been new for centuries. Actual paper posters, no less, for films such as The Devil's Carnival and Rocky Horror, and, to Ashgar's amusement, one of the most popular sci-fi series of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. "And yours is just... not what I expected, I guess," Ashgar mused.

Vale churred and moved behind Ashgar, arms wrapping around him and scritching at his belly. "What, wanted a place full of weight training gear and deep-dive VR setups? I do have two bedrooms. They could be in there. What I'm more interested in right now, though... is another good way to keep fit."

"Not wasting much time, hmm?" Ashgar asked, feeling his own cock stirring in its sheath. Vale's fingers reached down to unfasten the button on Ash's jeans and tug down the fly. Next came the fastenings above his tail, and soon his jeans were just a pool of fabric at his feet. The hybrid could feel something firm pressing at his inner thigh. "Not that I mind," he added.

"Good," Vale churred, laying his muzzle against the larger male's shoulder, delivering a firm nip. He reached around Ashgar to wrap his hand around the growing erection there, giving it a light stroke. "Oh, just lovely. Nice and big and smooth. Bet this feels great under the tail. But... I think there were other plans first. Speaking of which, why don't you get on your knees and see what I have for you, hmm? You're probably the biggest guy I've ever brought home. Should be able to take all of me." Again, the otter felt that internal twitch, but he was far too excited to pay it any attention. It had just been too long since he'd brought someone new home.

Ashgar chuckled and turned around to look down at the otter, and the spire of flesh that had been pressed up against his leg. "Oh, very nice. Never seen an otter with ebony flesh," he murmured. The otter's cock was shaped like many otters' he'd seen before, but was on the much larger side, and was a deep ebony in colour. Whether it was a trick of the light or not, he thought that even the bead of pre that dribbled from the tip was oily black instead of clear. He grinned. He'd been right in his private assessment of the otter; there was something different about him, something that wasn't quite normal. Whatever it was, he would find out, and then return to the otter a surprise of his own.

Taking the otter's cock in his hand, Ashgar fell to his knees in front of Vale. The scent of masculine excitement filled his nostrils, along with something astringent and foreign. The impressive length had to be nearly a foot long of smooth flesh coated in a sheen of something slick and oily. He leaned his head in to nuzzle at the tip, his tongue flicking out to give the unusual substance a taste. As the musky, almost smoky taste hit his tongue, he noticed depressed lines that travelled down the sides of the otter's shaft. "Oh, you are just lovely, Vale."

Just as the words were spoken, Vale grinned and laid his hands on Ashgar's shoulders. "Wonder how much I can fit in someone like you," he growled. Before the bear-lizard could reply, Vale tightened his grip all of a sudden, pressing down on his shoulders with surprising strength. At the same time, the seams along his cock became distinct lines, and the four segments of his cock peeled away like the petals of a flower unfurling. Ashgar had only a moment to draw in a deep gasp of surprise before those 'petals', really muscular tentacles, wrapped around his head and tugged his face forward.

The bear-lizard had known there was something strange about Vale from the start, but this was more than a bit of a surprise. He'd guessed some sort of pheromone enhancement or genetic alteration, but not this. He tried to keep his mouth closed as something at the base of Vale's 'cock' started to press at his lips, slimy and slick, but there was no stopping the two thin tendrils that pushed themselves into his nose.

Despite the surprise and the sudden revelation that Vale was most definitely much more than even Ashgar had guessed, the lizard-bear felt his cock twitch and grow stiffer. The tubes pushing into his sinuses stung, but were coated in the same oily slickness, easing their passage. He kept his mouth firmly shut, preventing the thicker tube from pressing in. Within seconds, the two thinner ones had pushed themselves into the back of his throat and downward. Ashgar gurgled, but didn't panic. He had his own sort of surprise for the otter when this was done. As a little flare of pain blossomed in his chest as the tubes forced their way into the top of his lungs and expanded, he realized that they had begun to breathe for him.

As air was forced into his lungs, Ashgar knew what was supposed to come next. It had been a long time since he'd found himself on the receiving end of something like this, and this most unusual otter had surprised him. He relaxed and didn't fight, opening his mouth to let Vale do what he obviously needed to do. Immediately, a slick, sharp-tasting tube shot into his mouth and to the back of his throat, pushing in. As Vale used the other two smaller tubes to make Ashgar breathe, the lizard-bear could feel a sudden, almost overwhelming sense of arousal fill him, making his cock ache. It would take only a moment's concentration to let his body fight it off, but he found that he didn't really want to. The otter's monstrous nature was a pleasant surprise, after all, and he'd have his own sort of surprise for Vale when this was done.

"That's right," Vale growled, seeing that Ashgar was apparently quickly subdued, the hybrid's impressive tapered shaft stiff and already dribbling with pre. The big ones always succumbed the fastest, as if they were so surprised by what was happening that they just went along with it. He relaxed his grip on Ashgar's shoulders, only holding on enough to keep the hybrid upright, then let out a pleased sigh. "Fuck, it's just lovely to have a new throat to fill. Been too fucking long." The lizard-bear was trying to swallow and gurgle, but his arms were slack at his sides as the otter expected.

Vale lifted his left foot to rub it up against the hybrid's erection, letting out a chuckle. "It's almost a shame you won't remember this, Ash, you seemed like fun." He could feel the length of his ovipostor held tightly by the gurgling male, and it seemed like he was continuously swallowing, almost helping it along. The passage wasn't as tight as he'd have expected, and he wondered if Ashgar's physiology had something to do with it. All the same, when he felt the tip of that appendage tease out into the hybrid's stomach, he knew he was ready. "Oh, gonna give you a nice big clutch, dear..." he breathed.

For his part, Ashgar wasn't worried. He could fight off whatever was delivered into him, and if Vale wasn't similarly protected, the otter would soon find out he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Despite himself, he felt his hips rock a little when the otter touched his shaft. Even as the otter spoke, Ashgar felt the ovipostor swell at his lips as the first ovoid shape was forced into his muzzle, quickly followed by another. If the hybrid had been able to grin, he would. It really wasn't often he got the chance to experience this from the receiving end. He could almost feel the pleasure radiating off of Vale at the process, and that made it all the better.

One after the other, Ashgar felt his throat stretched almost past the point of comfort by the otter's eggs. The whole while he kept up the act that he'd been subdued by Vale, allowing him the pleasure of filling a new belly. All the while the hybrid was preparing for his own surprise. A lesson for the otter that he wouldn't soon forget. Keeping his eyes half-closed and slitted and his arms hanging limply at his sides, he listened to the pleased churrs and grunts that Vale was giving out with each and every egg he delivered. The moment he felt one settle heavily into his belly, a moment's concentration told him that they were inert. Good, Ashgar thought, I won't have to fight any virulence.

"God damn, Ash, sweetie," Vale growled, petting the lizard-bear's ears and the top of his head, "You're taking a lot of these. I really hope that my patron can get the amnesiac solution working so I can find you again..." He'd laid almost a dozen, and though the sensitive tip of his ovipostor could tell that Ashgar was reaching his limit, he knew a few more couldn't hurt. The hybrid would have one hell of a bellyache when he woke, but it wouldn't be much of a problem.

The lizard-bear was almost completely limp now, held up only by Vale keeping him steady and the grip of the tentacles around his head. Every time he felt the tip of his ovipostor spread open, the otter felt a wave of ecstasy stronger than any normal climax. With some effort, he forced a thirteenth into Ashgar's belly and sighed contentedly. As always, the urge to take it the next step filled the otter, but he fought back the desire. He had his brood-sack already in his spare bedroom, he didn't need to make another one, even if Faren wanted him to. As he began to retract his ovipostor he tapped his wrist twice, and the artificial gland his patron had implanted in him released the anaesthetic that would also serve to blur Ashgar's memory of the encounter.

"Gods, you were nice. Usually I'd say you drank too much, but I guess I'll figure out a different answer," Vale murmured, seeing Ashgar's eyes flutter closed. He retracted the tentacles that held the hybrid and sighed contentedly, letting his cock reform. The huge lizard-bear fell to the floor, belly bulging with the volume of the eggs he'd been filled with. Shaking his head, he began to make his way to the kitchen, knowing he had time to get himself a drink before he had to drag Ashgar to his bedroom.

All of a sudden, something wrapped around Vale's legs and yanked hard, making the otter fall to the floor with a heavy thud. The creatures within him screamed their alarm, but he was too confused, the wind knocked out of him by the fall. Rolling onto his back, he blinked away the confusion and shook his head, trying to clear the fog from it. When his eyes focused and he looked at what had tripped him, he felt his own parasites squirm, their alarm mirrored by his own.

Ashgar stood there, his eyes now glowing with a strange inner light. His cock had grown, and the tip looked strange, a wide opening rather than a slit. His belly still bulged with the eggs that Vale had laid, but the hybrid didn't look at all concerned. Instead, the hunger in Ashgar's eyes was the same look that Vale gave his conquests when he knew he had them. Having it turned back on him made Vale let out a whimper when he understood that he was in a great deal of trouble.

"Now, Vale..." Ashgar growled, "It's time for a little bit of payback. Hope you're ready..." That tail, impossibly long, longer than it should be, lifted up behind the lizard-bear, and the tip opened up the same way Vale's cock would, showing a dripping ovipostor within, the fleshy insides flushed reddish pink. "Open wide..."

Part Two - Returning the 'Favour'

As Vale lay on the floor, still dazed, he finally understood exactly why the parasites that had taken up residence in his body so many years ago had been twitching and rebelling from the moment he'd seen the lizard-bear named Ashgar. He'd seemed like such a good prospect for just what Vale needed; a lone traveller who he could lure to his place in order to relieve the need to lay his eggs. He had certainly not seemed to be any danger, even if he was larger than his usual conquests at nearly two metres tall. The pale blue furred, well-muscled and bulky mix of a bear and some sort of lizard had been more than willing to go home with him, and hadn't given a single outward indication of his own true nature.

Every warning that Vale's merged parasites gave him were ignored in the heat of the moment, and Ashgar had played the part of the victim so perfectly that the otter had been caught completely unawares when, moments after having apparently slumped to the floor after having his belly filled with eggs, he'd used his huge tail to trip Vale and force him to the floor.

Now, Vale lay on his back, staring up at the hybrid. His emerald-green eyes had started to glow, and he exuded a hungry, predatory aura. When he smiled - leered, really - down at Vale, he showed his gleaming white, sharp teeth. His tongue curled out of his mouth, reptilian and dripping with saliva that spattered on the floor by Vale's feet. His cock had changed, thickening and shifting ever so slightly to have a rounded, open tip instead of a simple piss-slit. But most alarming of all was his massive tail, then end of which had peeled open to reveal a fleshy red-pink interior and a thick, bumpy phallic appendage - presumably an ovipostor - surrounded by four tentacles similar to the way Vale's own cock would split to reveal his own little secret.

"Now, Vale..." Ashgar growled, "It's time for a little bit of payback. Hope you're ready..." He flexed that tail and it undulated toward him. "Open wide, you're getting some of what you gave." Despite the warning, though, the hybrid stood there, towering over Vale. It was as if he was wondering just what the otter was going to do, how he was going to react.

In the years since Vale had been corrupted by parasites, he'd never found anyone like him. As far as he'd been told by his handler, he was the only one. He could tell that there was something different about Ashgar, though. The hybrid wasn't infested... but he could be like Vale, too. "What... are you?" he gasped out, sitting up finally, watching Ashgar warily.

"Mmm, me? I'm not quite sure. I'm a shapeshifter. I think I was born normally, but... well, I have talents. I knew there was a kinship with you the moment I saw you. Didn't know just how much until that cock of yours opened up and grabbed me." Ashgar stroked his belly, still round with the mass of eggs that Vale had laid in him. He stepped to Vale's side and then crouched down, his tail slithering around the otter but not yet touching him. "You're weak right now aren't you? It takes a lot out of you to do what you did. Whatever is in you isn't responding because it recognized what I am... even if you yourself didn't. You, dear otter, are as helpless as you thought I was."

Vale, who had spent the last few years serving the creatures within him and enjoying every minute, knew that Ashgar was right. It took a lot out of him to lay, to take on the breathing for two individuals, to change his body that rapidly. He tried to look in both directions at once, both at Ashgar and at the lizard-bear's tail, but found himself unable to decide which of the two he should be more worried about. “So now you're going to give payback, is it? You liked what I was doing. Don't deny it."

Ashgar laughed and reached out to touch the otter's belly, shaking his head. "Of course I did. I don't often find myself on the receiving end. Just so you know, otter, I could tell that these..." he stroked his own, slightly bulging belly, “were inert."

Vale flinched when Ashgar's fingers stroked across his belly. The longer that the odd shapeshifter didn't just grab him and pump him full of whatever he had to offer, the more confused he was getting. He waited a few more moments then asked, “And if they hadn't been?"

“Then, otter, we wouldn't be talking right now, because you'd be filled with me right now. I could fight whatever you put in me. But with your... things... as dormant as they are right now, you'd not be able to stop my own... corruption." Ashgar said simply, then prodded the otter with his tail, “Instead, I'll either leave right now. Let you keep doing what you do and eventually you'd run afoul of someone who would kill you... or..." he leered at Vale, not saying any more, waiting for the otter to prompt him.

Unable to resist the obvious bait, Vale asked, “Or what?"

“Or, I'll show you, as helpless as you are right now, why I have a good dozen people I can call on to satisfy my needs, and you, otter, will carry my clutch. And it will not be inert. Won't harm you though. You'll just be uncomfortable for a few weeks." The shapeshifter withdrew his prodding tail and chuckled.

Vale stared back at Ashgar, and for a moment the otter considered telling him to leave. But for all he knew, the lizard-bear was toying with him, and would just take what he wanted anyway. What he said made sense though... it was an idea that had been in his mind for a while already. There was the lioness that kept coming back, and of course, the now-nameless thing that had been a lion named Fyacin that he had sealed in his spare room. He could find others like them, and not have to worry about whether or not he'd be caught, or if he could find a new conquest. “Show me," he said softly. “Show me what you do that makes them want to come back."

Before Vale finished speaking, Ashgar had straddled his legs, one knee on either side of him, and his the tendrils of his tailtip were stroking at his side. “Good answer, otter. Now to make you mine for a while..." He took the otter's cock in hand, wrapping his fingers around the tapered shaft. "I think I like you like this, Vale. I get to know what you're like when you're not being driven by your need."

Vale churred at the sensation of Ashgar's hand stroking his cock, his hips rising to meet the shapeshifter's skilled touch. Looking up at him, Vale saw the same hunger and need he usually felt when he needed to lay in Ashgar's faintly glowing green eyes. "Definitely something I haven't felt for a long time," he murmured. "It feels... strange."

A low, rumbling laugh was Vale's only answer. Before long, Ashgar stopped stroking the otter cock and leaned over closer to press his lips to Vale's, warm breath spilling against the otter's whiskers and muzzle. "I think," Ashgar rumbled, "I'm going to fuck you silly. Right here, right now."

"Right on my living room floor?" Vale replied, though he had to admit it was only fair, since he'd just done much the same to Ashgar only a few minutes before. He nuzzled at the other male's cheek, then gently licked at his chin. He squeaked when he felt that huge tail slide underneath him and around his chest, wrapping around his torso twice, the separated tip resting just under his chin. He didn't quite recall Ashgar's tail being quite that long, but Vale reason that the lizard-bear was a shapeshifter and could likely make it as long as he wanted.

"You know... I don't think I've ever thought to breathe for someone. I think I'll try for that," Ashgar rumbled. Before the otter's eyes, his tongue elongated and split, each part dripping something slick and oily. Even as he pulled his head back, he slathered the otter's entire face with the stuff. It matted the otter's fur and scented heavily of something that Vale couldn't identify, but as it invaded his senses, he began to feel a low, gentle sort of bliss overtake him. His cock began to ache, and when Ashgar started to stroke again, he nearly screamed. The spire of flesh was so much more sensitive than he thought it should be. "There we go... never said I don't drug them..."

"Wha... I... you..." Vale babbled, not able to form his thoughts properly. He could feel everything, see everything perfectly clearly, but all he could think of was that he wanted Ashgar to keep stroking. "Want to taste..." he gasped. For the moment, he forgot everything but the moment. He felt something in his belly stirring and slithering. He knew it was the strange parasites that had merged with him years before, but even they were somehow under Ashgar's spell, and other than their gentle movements they had gone completely dormant.

Grinning, Ashgar gave Vale what he wanted, pressing both parts of his tongue at the otter's lips. Without a moment's hesitation, Vale opened his mouth and let the slick organs explore his muzzle. If he'd thought the scent intoxicating, the taste was even moreso, leaving him suckling on both, his own tongue massaging them. He found himself swallowing greedily, taking more and more of the oily saliva into his belly. With each swallow he felt his enthusiasm and desire grow, and soon his cock was achingly hard.

Ashgar pulled away from the deep kiss and slathered the otter's face with the slick saliva. "Damn, I love the look on your face. I've got you now. You're mine... I think you're going to love this." He used his tail to lift Vale's rump off the carpeted floor, then spread the otter's legs and pushed them back with his arms. "Mmm... how many should I give you... I think enough that you're going to have a hard time walking for a while."

Vale squirmed and let out a low groan when his lower half was lifted off the ground, leaving only his shoulders and head resting on the floor. The words barely registered in his mind, though he'd remember them quite clearly later. He could feel little droplets of his pre dribbling onto his belly. His eyes focused on Ashgar's cock. The organ had changed again, a long, ridged almost draconic dark purple length that was slick with its own lubricant. His eyes went wide at the size of the knot that was straining at the shapeshifter's sheath. "Holy fuck, that's huge..." he groaned.

When Ashgar grinned in response, he showed his teeth, and deliberately made that knot even bigger, ensuring that the otter would have a great deal to handle when he got that far. Nestling the tip of his cock against the tight ring of muscle, Ashgar extended his tail a little bit more, and soon the tip was dangling over Vale. Slowly, the tail peeled open just like he'd watched Vale's cock do, rewarding the otter with a sight that he'd likely never seen from that perspective. The thin, whiplike breathing tubes and thicker, cocklike ovipostor dripped with more of the chemical and pheromone-laden substance that had coated Ashgar's tongue. "Open wide, otter."

Desperately aroused, Vale looked on with wide eyes. He could feel the tip of that ridged shaft teasing into him only the slightest bit. He hadn't had someone as big as Ashgar in him since before he'd been 'enhanced' by the parasites. Through the haze of induced lust and desire, he knew one thing for certain; he'd needed something like this for himself for all the years he'd acted like a monster. Without a word, he gave Ashgar an open-mouthed grin.

"Mmm, yeah, you're gonna call me back," Ashgar growled, continuing to ease the tip in and out of the otter only half an inch or so, squirting a bit of his own lubrication each time. When he thought that there was enough, he tensed for a moment and shoved forward, each ridge on his length making a slight popping sensation. Vale began to cry out, but it was cut short when the tentacle-tail wrapped around his head and the ovipostor shoved into his mouth, the two little breathing tubes pressing into his nostrils, turning the cry into a gurgling sound.

As he felt each ridge pop into Vale, Ashgar delighted in the way the otter twitched and jerked. It had been a long time since he'd felt both ends of a lover taking him at the same time, and Vale's reflexive swallowing and gagging felt wonderful as he felt that part of him slide in deep. It was strange to feel the two smaller tubes wriggling into the otter's lungs, feeling himself force air into them. The end result, though, was that he could deliberately fuck the ovipostor in his tail into the otter's throat without worrying about him passing out. “Fuck, Vale, you're tight. I can – nnngh- tell that you haven't had much practice taking a cock for a while."

Even before being taken by the strange parasites that had changed him, Vale had never been spit-roasted, though he could remember wanting to know how it felt. That it was happening now, years after he'd given up any thoughts of it, and that both his mouth and under his tail were being used by one individual was almost surreal. He could feel, inch by inch, as Ashgar pressed more of himself in at both ends. He heard the lizard-bear speak, but couldn't process the words, his mind hazy from whatever was in the lubrication that was being used. Each coil of that tail squeezed him, keeping his arms pinned to his sides, making him as helpless as he'd ever been... and he knew that he was loving every minute of it.

Sometimes, he'd wondered how it felt, being filled and fucked like he did to others. When he'd been corrupted by the parasites, it had been a very different process. A swarm of slug-like worms overwhelming him, crawling in everywhere. And so, until that moment, he'd never felt exactly what his victims did. When it was all over, he would be able to process and understand it better, but at the time all he knew was that he was stretched painfully wide, the top of Ashgar's knot flush against his tailhole, and that he felt an ache in his chest and stomach. The sudden stillness of the lizard-bear was the only warning before he felt those powerful hands tighten on his legs before he began to fuck.

Ashgar didn't hold back anything, drawing back and then slamming forward, mirroring the motion of his hips with the thrust of his ovipostor. The otter's tight rump felt wonderful, the pop of his ridges coming out a lovely sensation. “God, I'm gonna wanna do this more. Never had a monster for a fucktoy, but mmngh, but now I don't think I'll be able to get enough."

For a while, the only sounds in the room were the wet, lewd sounds of Ashgar's rutting, his heavy, growling breaths, and the gurgling of the helpless otter wrapped in a more intimate embrace than many would ever have the chance to feel.

With every buck forward, Vale could feel Ashgar's knot teasing at his ass, thick and heavy. The way those ridges were popping in and out of him made waves of pleasure rock through him, overwhelming the aching stretch of his ass and the deeper, throbbing ache of the ovipostor throat-fucking him. He could feel the tip of his own rigid cock against his belly. Soon, though, he realized that with every thrust, Ashgar was putting that much more pressure against his anus.

“Y'know," Ashgar growled, “I think... gonna pop soon... shame I can't see your face..." He could feel the need rising in him, the need to fill his new, monstrous lover with a double clutch of eggs. And so, with the next buck forward of his hips, he didn't let up, just pressing his knot against the otter's rear. He grinned, long tongue lolling out of his muzzle, when he saw the otter's fists clenching against his sides. “Fuck, you are... liking this too much..."

The knot was too big, too massive, and Vale felt it prying him open wider and wider. He could hear Ashgar's heavy breath, felt dribbles of that wonderful saliva dribbling onto his exposed cock, and when they did, more warmth spread from them. He was only minimally aware of that, though, with the stretch becoming too much for him to handle. However, wrapped tightly and sight denied to him by the inside of Ashgar's tail, voice cut off, he couldn't do anything but endure. He wanted to scream, to fight, and he squirmed desperately in the shapeshifter's grip. And then, when he felt like he couldn't take any more of the fist-sized knot, Ashgar let out a roar and the knot sank into Vale. Almost immediately, the huge knot mashed against his prostate through the thin wall of flesh, and he came more powerfully than he had since the time he'd blown his load in the lion that would seal that one's fate. His ass clenched and spasmed around the base of Ashgar's knot and he felt his spend coating his belly.

“Knew you'd pop before I did..." Ashgar growled, and gave two firm jerks of his hips before he reached his own peak. His knot swelled, and his ovipostor pressed into Vale's stomach. “Fuuuuuuck, yes," he groaned. Within the otter, his cock extended and squirmed, pressing deeper and deeper, farther than he expected Vale had ever felt someone in him. “Take 'em, Vale...."

Helpless, squirming, Vale felt the ovipostor in his mouth swell, a lump travelling past his tongue to the back of his throat and beyond. At the same time, he felt something else stretch him open behind Ashgar's knot and pass into him... and then another soon after. One after the other, two or three in his rear for each passing his tongue, he was helpless as he was filled with Ashgar's eggs.

"Mmm, you're taking these well... like you know you should..." Ashgar grunted, letting his body start to relieve itself of the load of eggs he'd been carrying, and along with them, the ones that Vale had given him. He loved the way he could feel Vale straining and squirming as he took just what he had given to so many others. It wasn't all that he could give, and none of them would be the worst that he could do to Vale, but he didn't want to convert him or give him a very long and difficult gestation. Just wriggling little slime lumps that he'd feel moving around before they found their way out.

Just when Vale was going from a blissful enjoyment -spurred on by the drugs that Ashgar had fed to him more than likely-, to a worry that the lizard-bear wasn't going to stop, he felt a slight tugging in his rear. Ashgar's knot was significantly smaller now, and with the way he'd been stretched, it was only a brief uncomfortable sensation and then he was out. Along with that came the tail, sliding out of his throat, with the tubes pulling out of his lung. A languid, low sense of contentment suffused him, and despite the coiling tail retracting, he just lay there, spent.

After taking a few moments to let Vale recover, Ashgar slid two arms under the otter and lifted him up into the air. The dreamy smile, swollen abdomen and the way he didn't even make a sound as he was lifted in the air was a familiar result for the kind of treatment Ashgar had given the otter. Grinning, he carried him out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.

"Hah, more nerd stuff," Ashgar chuffed out as he carried Vale into his own bedroom. It was a lot less obvious, but the otter's nature was on display there with a least three full bookcases with actual paper books. One corner of the large room was taken up by an expensive-looking computer set up, likely what the otter used for his more legitimate work. "But my rig is better. Pfft, you need a full deep-dive VR set up. Amateur." Unceremoniously, he dumped the otter onto the bed, though he followed soon after, snuggling up to Vale, arms over him. "So, ott... you want my number? Anytime you need this, just gimme a call."

Vale turned his head and offered a happy little smile, "Got an idea. You have any friends who would appreciate two guys with eggs to offer?"

Ashgar grinned toothily and gave Vale a kiss on the nose. A very normal, unaltered sort of kiss, with the face that he'd first shown the otter. "Oh... I think I might."