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Chapter 3

Whiteness… silence… unknown smells… pain, like a restless sword stabbing his body in many places at once… heated flows of suffering running through his veins.

His body was a limp, slack piece of meat floating in an ocean of dolor. His brain a mere useless mass disconnected from the rest.

Strangely he felt good, a sensation of well-being rising over the rest, overcoming the pain and replacing it by a strange delight. He felt lighter, like flying….

Slowly… an eternity maybe; he woke up. Around him everything was white; every inch of what he could see in the blur of his vision was white. He tried to move his head. His commands remained pointless. His body too slack to answer; totally disconnected from his numb brain. His heavy eyelids closed again; sealing shut as he was dragged into sleep again. Eventually they opened again. This time he could move; very slightly but at least he could move his head. He discovered a square room; all made of white basked in an artificial white light that hurt his eyes. From his position he guessed he was lying on something; something quite soft by the way. He kept gazing at the room; it was empty beside him and a row of complex machinery. There was a window… or something that most likely seemed to be one obstructed by a thick curtain. He noticed a door, a thick panel of the same white material; locked by a code or a password from the look of the little black box protruding from the door frame. He wanted to give a look at himself, see if he was alright but his body felt heavy again. His eyes closed again, not allowing him to see anything else.

He didn't know how long he slept; or how many days had gone by since the attack. He would just wake up for brief period of time; long enough to identify that same room; the same machines buzzing and beeping around him. He had tried to read them but most of them were written in Alien language. He knew a lot of different languages but nothing close to that one in particular. However one of the machine was familiar; beeping at a steady rhythm, several green lines running on the screen, one doing peeks and pits while other were mostly flat endless lines. He had seen too many of these; either in his childhood when he had gotten infected by a viral disease spreading in the city that saw him born; claiming hundreds of lives in all the different species living there. He remembered the long days at the hospital, his brain running wild and waiting in the cries and sufferings; machines beeping around him. Or when; later he had gotten him and his friends when he was a teen caught in the middle of a gunfight. He had taken a bullet in the stomach.

Or there was that more recent bad memory of waking up in a white room like this one, learning that he and his unit had been ambushed by a group of armed scavengers roaming near some ruins when his patrol came by.

That thing although written in an unknown language was pretty easy to understand. It showed several parameters among which his heart rate. "So…I'm in a hospital… a hospital on an unknown planet with an unknown alien kind… probably aggressive… and… I'm in a hospital. “Do they plan on dissect me? Nah I would be dead already. So what then? What are they planning for me?"

A tone of weird ideas went through his mind going to new heights of nonsense. "Stop this Nick take a hold of yourself." he huffed "We're not in any of these old school movies they show on TV after midnight. Alien species are above that… since they've got a pretty advanced technology. Beside… if they wanted me dead they wouldn't send me to a hospital. So what do they want from me?"

He kept asking himself these questions for a while yet nothing came out of all these wonders; his thoughts always getting hazy as he would fall back asleep. Once as his head flopped to the side he caught a glimpse of a translucent pouch dangling over his bed, a thick liquid dripping in a tiny pipe to a catheter in his arm. "What can that thing be?" he asked himself.

Later he woke up to the sounds of footsteps approaching. They were rather muffed, like the person walking nearby was trying to silence the noise it was making. His eyes opened slowly; his body still under the influence of what they were injecting him; whatever it was. He saw in the haze the door slide open after a *blip* from the security device linked to it. He saw in the frame the white lab coat of a doctor. As he entered Nick noticed an awkward detail: in the corridor from which he came, behind the already closing door he saw something, a shadow projected on the white tile. Yet, more than the shadow; that was what it held in its hands that made Nick tremble. It was obviously a gun and not a small one. He gasped "there is an armed guard behind my door! Do they really expect me to escape? I can barely move my feet so how could I disarm a guy and get the hell out of here?" he whispered. His voice might have been too loud because instantly a sound of broken glass filled the room. Finally he darted his gaze on the doctor. He couldn't hold back a scream. What stood before him was just unbelievable. The humanoid shape and style didn't surprise him; after all many alien races were walking on two feet. What was striking was… what was actually under these clothes. The first thing he noticed was the fur; thick; brown, covering everything. Then he saw all the rest. He discovered, instead of hands paws covered of a darker fur with pads and nicely shaped claws where he had nails. The creature's feet were paws as well, padding on the bare, probably cold floor. The rest of his body was pretty much humanoid shaped, all covered of fur; a long bushy tail was swaying behind him? Her? How could he know? He kept staring at that form, the long lab coat hiding most of the body under a thick impenetrable whiteness.

His eyes kept going up slowly, noticing the curve of haunches, a slim belly and then…. A gasp stuck in his throat. In the lab coat nestled comfortably in the thick fabric stood a pair of breasts. "*Gasp* ok female… definitely female." he mumbled, his gaze perversely observing the two swollen forms. "Man stop staring that's not appropriate… they're gonna think you're some sort of weirdo." grumbled his rational mind, snapping him out of his perversion. He looked up, finally meeting the gaze of the female alien. Nothing had prepared him to the sight he discovered. Instead of a face he found himself face to face with a long animalistic muzzle adorned with whiskers; two brown eyes staring at him in fear with above; two perked ears. "No way… it cannot be." he gasped, trembling and sweating like mad. Before him; the creature that stood, trembling as much as he did, covering its mouth with its paws was a female but not an ordinary female, a female fox; not any fox like he remembered them: like animals. No; that one was anthropomorphic; walking on two paws and using some human like gestures but still a fox nonetheless. "No way… I must be dreaming. Yes I'm dreaming… it must be that thing they inject me. I'm just having hallucinations." he persuaded himself. Suddenly the fox rushed to the side of his bed and fumbled on a small tablet, grabbing a small bottle. Nick tried to keep an eye on her but she made sure to be out of sight, offering only her back to see and her tail nervously wiggling, held rather low. He looked around, searching a way to guess what she was doing. He noticed a cart full of vials and bottles, pouches and syringes.

He felt the sting of a cold needle stabbing his arm as fake warmth seeped in his veins. He screamed; his muscles stiffening like ropes as he felt his eyes flutter; his muscles weakening. He tried to reach her, grab her arm or that syringe she was holding onto tightly, pressing the piston all the way down in sheer panic. His arm fell limply next to him, unresponsive to commands. His head fell to the side; his eyes closing "Not again…" he mumbled; his numb tongue and vocal cords barely forming coherent sounds.

He emerged from the forced sleep with a huge headache, his whole body throbbing in pain. His vision took time to stabilize and the pain even longer to subside. "Damn… that thing has crazy side effect." he huffed, trying to get in a better position. This time all his limbs answered his brains order, moving perfectly. He tried to bring himself to sit but he soon found himself struggling, tugging at something pinning him down. "What the hell? Why can I move?" "Had they paralyzed him? That thought made him shiver. What a barbaric treatment! He tried to get a grip on the situation. He couldn't move and panic soon overwhelmed his mind. He struggled, tried with all his might to get up yet nothing would happen; he would just remain stuck by some invisible force. Finally, after some twitting and squirming he managed to see what was holding him. His body was tightly wrapped in several long tough bonds. At first they seemed loosened and just hanging there uselessly yet, every time he would move they would tighten, squeezing him hard. "Why did they attach me?" he yelled, frustrated, trashing against the bonds with close to no effect beside making loud noises and shaking the bed while also leaving deep mark in his wrists and ankles as the tightly wrapped bond dug in his skin. Soon however the door slid with a low hissing sound, showing several faces. Once again his body stiffened as his eyes bulged out in sheer shock. It was still so unusual for him to see that kind of creature. The first one was looking like a mouse, grey fur, a tiny nose, large ears and an elongated muzzle and a thin tail swishing nervously behind him. Behind came a few other person; all anthro animal looking. There was a canine looking one, a… horse or a donkey he didn't really know, the vixen he had seen earlier and one that appeared to be some sort of feline… maybe a cheetah or something close to that.

For Nick it didn't make any sense at all; how could dumb animals he had seen during all his life behind bars or freely roaming in wild lands be an entire civilized, organized kind on that planet. What could have caused such a transformation? Some mad scientist experiment abandoned on that savage and unexplored planet or was it just the results of millenniums of evolution? Ideas from the most coherent to the most absurd kept storming in his head, suggesting so many different scenarios that he couldn't even discern a single logic thing in that mess. During all that time the newly arrived creatures, all dressed in medical suits had formed a circle around his bed while two other were guarding the door. These two were different… bulkier, scarier, staring at him in suspicion, holding in their massive palms heavy assault rifles. “Hmpf… nice security precautions."

He spent a minute detailing both. They were both looking like bulls, hot air billowing from their nostrils. These two were wearing rather standard military outfits, a camouflage leaf green colored uniform with; on top of it a thick probably bulletproof armor and helmet with the visor pulled up, above the face. Their feet were strapped in thick metal boots. To their waistband was tied a belt on which dangled a short, bulky, terrifying handgun with two large canon. On top of that they had a long hilt protruding from their belt; probably a plasma knife or maybe a electrified stick. While he was observing the two guards the rest of the group had formed a circle around his bed, observing him with curious and wondering. The mouse looking male took a step in his direction; holding a tiny flashlight in his hand. That was some very old school material but the guy was wielding it with ease. Nick whole body stiffened as that… thing came closer. A bright light blinded his eyes. He tried to close them but something was holding one open. He grimaced, unable to see with that lamp pointed straight at him. A voice rose, speaking in an alien language as the light was shut down; allowing him to see. The doctor was talking to one of the other person present in the room which was rapidly taking notes on a tablet, its clawed fingers typing incredibly rapidly on the keyboard. Nick didn't say a word, shivering as the doctor kept on examining him, forcing his mouth open and inspecting with his small light while giving his comments to its scripting assistant. The furred paws felt good upon Nick's skin as they traveled down his body, so good that he shivered every time they touched him.

The examination kept going on, the doctor stopping on every detail of his body, commenting and probably suggesting things. The whole team examined his hands and feet, stopping on his nails like it was bugging them out. Of course it was different from their claws but it was like they had never seen such a thing before. However what seemed to fascinate them above all else was his skin, soft, furless, bare, reacting to their touch with light shivers. They spent an incredibly long amount of time observing it inch by inch, feeling it under their paw pads and fur. That simple, soft and quick series of contact upon his bare skin felt utterly pleasurable, surprisingly he let out a low moan, his whole frame shuddering. It was incredible, delightful; it felt like being rubbed all over by several snuggly fluffs to an extend where he just closed his eyes and let pleasure overwhelm his system. As time went by he found himself just relaxing, letting them do. A nice warmth seeped in his body, making him feel good, all tension finally leaving his body, leaving him basking in warmth and affection.

He still observed the medical team with a distracted eye, just checking on them as they moved his articulations around, like they were mapping his body. Later, much later they stopped; in the background the two soldiers were talking noisily, laughing from some silly jokes that only seemed to bother the working team. The female nurses were sighing and rumbling, scolding them but only getting more wry smiles from the soldiers and even sillier jokes. The doctor sighed, raising annoyed eyebrows in Nick's direction like he could understand. Nick did smile. Even though he didn't understand a single word he easily guessed what it was all about. He remembered in all kind of time and situations soldiers chilling out by drinking a beer or some other drinks while telling more or less bad, lewd jokes. He remembered many times where entire squads of soldiers bursted into laughter after a good relaxing pun that would always lighten the mood and make them all feel better overall. Even in unknown world these kind of customs seemed to be present. He threw an understanding smile to the doctor. The mouse seemed surprised by the answer but not terrified at all. Instead he turned his attention toward the soldiers and shot with a calm bossy voice. Nick didn't understand a thing of course but he listened nevertheless; not losing a single word of that foreign language. The reaction wasn't long to come. The doctor insistently pointed at the door but the militaries protested, pointing at him instead. Nick guessed easily. The doctor wanted them to leave but the two other wanted to stay, probably to guaranty their safety.

The discussion kept going on for five minutes until the doctor turned his gaze in Nick's direction again, throwing him aan apologetic glance before adding something with a devious smile. There was a long minute of hesitation, a deep silence where everyone was staring at each other in shock and disbelief. The soldiers were opening wide eyes, their maws hanging open like the medic had said an insanity. The doctor repeated the exact same words with a much more insisting voice. The effect was immediate; the soldiers packed their things and left like two shadows, without a sound or a look back. Everyone in the room sighed in relief, someone even patting the medicine's shoulder. The mouse smiled proudly then, becoming serious again, turned his gaze toward Nick. Nick felt a cold sweat travel down his spine. He didn't like the look all the members of the medical team were wearing. The doctor closed the gap between them and slowly removed the entirety of his blanket covering him, revealing his body. He was wearing a light, thin hospital suit that left his arms and legs uncovered. It was at that instant he realized he was wearing no underwear at all, his private part only hidden by the so thin white fabric. He blushed in embarrassment, knowing that just by cocking their head on the side they would be able to see it. The apparition of red patch and increase in body temperature was instantly notified by the scribing one. This situation was getting even more awkward. Nick was immobilized on a bed with a bunch of aliens observing even in these so called private parts. He quickly noticed that even the doctor seemed embarrassed by the prospect of getting a hand down there. The medicine slowly moved his tunic up, the thin tissue folding with ease, unveiling bits by bits his crotch, his hanging ball sack and flaccid cock in full view. Nick wished he could just vanish, use one of these cloak devices and just run away.

Sadly he was there, tied to a bed with his gender exposed to a small crowd of alien scientists. What would Lyam have done in that situation? He thought to himself. That mere idea had him chuckling. That handsome beast of a horny cloned dragon would be probably showing off, thinking about whatever could make him hard just to show off his pride, maybe even trying to flirt with these aliens, inviting them to give it a try. Maybe he would get some success… more than him at least.

"Lyam… where are you buddy?" he whispered, his mind drifting again, memories he tried to deny coming back to the surface. He could see himself again with Lyam, in that silent musk filled restroom with Lyam under him, moaning his lungs out while he, Nick was trusting in his eager, quivering hole. "Why am I always going back to that moment?" he thought, trying to analyze these memories from a new angle. Ever since it happened he had seen that event as a shameful one; one of which everyone would laugh off in a few months. He hated himself for being played around by Lyam so easily. That dragon, even horny was smarter than he looked at the first glance. Lyam really did force him into his dirty games with such ease, like he had been naturally inviting a friend to join.

Yet he didn't hate the dragon for that; he was still, even with that impressive brain of his an animal with urges to settle; he couldn't be blamed for being eager he showed many time that it was in his true nature to just do what he needed to do in complete obliviousness of the outside world. It wasn't disregard for other's custom or embarrassment it was just in his genes, he had something to do, an itch to scratch would do. Moreover Nick thought he enjoyed it, embarrassing people by showing off like this, displaying his member in public and watch the other blush and turn away. That also may explain why he was so lewd, so noisy whenever he touched himself; his little guilty pleasure was to embarrass the other.

Slowly without truly realizing it he had started fantasizing over the dragon, seeing Lyam splayed on his bed in a quite enticing position, his whole black and gold belly exposed in plain view, teasing his own glistening member with one of his stubby claws, purring and moaning softly, his tight welcoming pucker gaping, oozing the same glistening substance. He could see himself stroking that cock, suckling the pre squirting tip while he was pounding in that warm hole with Lyam moaning in the background, impaling himself on Nick's throbbing dick, his eyes flushed with glee.

The scene slowly shifted, vanishing in a blur, offering another view when it reformed. This time he was on the bottom, Lyam on top of him his heavy scaly body weighting heavily on him as he rocked back and forth, burying his fat dick in Nick's hole, making wet slaps as their hips met in a messy impact of scale and skin. This time he was the one moaning while Lyam was wildly growling, hammering his cock inside his tight virgin ass, his snout hanging next to his ear as he panted.

These picture slo.ly started to arouse him as more blood was pumped in his shaft, slowly making it grow erect in the palm of the anthro mouse. At first he didn't notice it, too busy enjoying his fantasies. In other circumstances he would find himself gross for having such weird thoughts. In other time and places he would get himself called freak for being attracted by that magnetic clone. For many species gay sex was common but doing it with one of these synthetic creatures made of rubber and latex was so disgusting. Yet he had done it and enjoyed it beyond his own belief and now he was dreaming of it, lusting over that drake.

But for Nick it was no random, mindless clone; just the feeling of his flesh around his cock, massaging his length felt so real; much different from any rubber. If it was synthetic flesh it was a really good copy, a great improvement compared to the first models.

He gasped, the doctor pealing back the foreskin of his cock back a bit too much, triggering a jolt of pain down his penis. He tensed, eyes opening wide in shock. The doctor was examining his shaft from up close, observing each detail with a close attention, testing the soft foreskin, testing the shaft's firmness under his paw pads while massaging his loosen sack, obviously wondering why this precise part was so hairy compared to the rest.

All along he mumbled his observations. The scent of his musk seemed to bother; no disturb the doctor like the human musk was discussing him. "Do I smell so bad?" he thought to himself, finding it hard to imagine himself seen from another point of view. From the eye of a specie that probably had never seen humans before he must have looked weird for them. They might not even be used to see any alien species. He tried to keep calm and not show any sign of discomfort or pleasure since these paws really felt nice on his sensible length. The doctor smiled at him; like he knew his ministration was highly pleasurable for the young human. A nurse came closer and collected a bit of his pre on a sterilized instrument, quickly putting the sample in a small tube that another took away. The doctor kept slightly stroking the cock, carefully listening and noting all the alien's reactions, every twitch, every throb, every moan he tried to stiffen as his breath quickened much like his heart rate as the measure devices showed.

Nick was red; his cheeks warmed by a growing blush. He was trying to look away, pretending nothing was happening, holding to the last bits of composure he had but he would always come back to that warm furred face with that welcoming smile curling these lips. The doc removed his gloved hand from his hard demanding penis and spoke a few word in his language to one of the nurse who pushed another weird device closer to the bed. The thing looked rather complexes at first glance, made of several objects all tied together to a control console. However when two nurses began putting it together it appeared rather clearly to Nick. The unusual object was composed of the bulky console linked by several wires to some sort of pump connected to a tank full of a translucent goo and a smaller reservoir on one end and several large tubes leading to a glass cylinder with a strange thing inside, the edges of the glass covered of thick black rubber. "Hehe looks like one of these old school milking things" he chuckled, remembering fragments of an old war documentary showing records of several person getting drained of everything liquid contained inside of them by similar looking devices.

Why were they bringing that kind of machinery for him? Did they plan on extract something out of him? With expert motions the nurse poured the content of a bottle in the tube, making sure to make the glass cylinder slippery as best as possible then, following indications of the doc removed the protective object from the tube, revealing that it was completely empty underneath the glass. "What do they want to do with this?" he mumbled to himself. He felt a hand wrap around his hard member, stopping it from throbbing and twitching. Nick let out a gasp, quickly understanding the purpose of the weird machinery. He could only stare helplessly as the nurses switched the machine on and off, checking its proper functioning, testing the pumps and vacuums. "Oh no… not this." he gasped, squirming like a worm as the odd machine was brought next to the bed. The doctor gripped his cock with a strong hand; preventing his member from twitching too much. "Oh on… please not this."

He heard the suction noise of the machine as the team finished testing it. Still bound he could only observe powerlessly as the thing was about to be used on him. The quite large tube was slowly applied over his penis; the glass cylinder looking much too large for him, like it had been designed for much bigger tools. When the soft latex covering the glass edges touched his crotch he closed his eyes, cold sweat running down his spine. But nothing happened. He could hear the low rumble of the milking device right next to his head, the thing ready to be used yet no one triggered it. He cracked an eye open, discovering his cock stuffed in the tube, looking slightly deformed in the glass. However a small detail attracted his gaze, an almost hilarious one: his hard member standing at a bit less than six inch in length was trapped in its glass contraption yes the tube was just hanging there without purpose; put there as some sort of cupola over his penis without holding to it properly. He smiled, amused by that sight. For once he was grateful for human penises to be so thin compared to animal and alien. He had seen more than enough animals or alien gifted with huge member that would make them all blush and hide their own package in shame He remembered once an awkward meeting with an alien guy around some not really respectable place. The dude was almost naked, only wearing a loincloth over his genital. When someone of Nick's patrol had shown interest (actually he was just taunting the alien) he had found himself facing two huge monsters of cocks shaped like arrows, thick and gifted with even thicker knots at their bases. Each penis was standing at a good foot long and seven inches in girth, so huge that everyone stared with wide eyes, feeling so ashamed and so small compared to that beast.

Once again his thought drifted toward Lyam. He imagined the dragon strapped in a complete set of bounds, his rump exposed in the air, his pucker on display, stretched by something big shaped like a cock. His one foot long cock was fully out, glistening with his dripping pre. All that fell didn't land on whatever ground he was it pooled in a similar glass tube that squeezed his cock, his knot massaged by the rubber sealing of the milker. The thing was pumping, suckling noisily on his cock as he came again and again, filling that machine with so much cum that it would eventually overload and fail or just blow up, overflowing potent dragon seed.

He shook his head again. "Why am I thinking of him like this?" he asked himself. Of course Lyam was attractive in some weird ways but tot to the extent of arousing him so much. Maybe it had to do with what they were injecting him. Maybe that substance would force the appearance of lustful thought in his brain to avoid him thinking of an escape plan. A clever strategy indeed and one that seemed to work well on top of that.

He squeaked in surprise, feeling a hard pressure around his shaft, more precisely toward the base. He looked down; the rubber on the edge of the cylinder had inflated, fueled by air or a gas coming from a bottle placed on the cart next to his bed and linked to the rubber by a set of tiny tubes. The thing kept swelling with a loud whistle as it seemed to adapt around his cock, taking the exact same shape to hold it perfectly. He was, to be honest, surprised to say the least. These guys seemed to know how to solve problems. The doctor threw him a sly grin like he was saying "we had planned everything."

He cursed that machine as all the air was sucked out of the tube, only leaving his member inside, held in place, trapped with him on the other side.

At the order of the doc a clear substance was pumped in the tube, coating his cock in whitish slime as a latex looking goo was slowly leaking along the glass, taking all the remaining space, hiding everything that happened inside. Nick could only feel his cock being enveloped in warmth as that odd goo formed a tight passage fitting exactly for his cock, except for the tip that was left untouched; probably exposed to the vacuum pumps.

He tensed, waiting for what would happen next. Someone switched the machine on. Nick screamed in both pain and pleasure as the vacuum pumps began working their magic; suckling his seed away right from his shaft. At first he felt nothing more than a tickle, an itch. But that pesky sensation soon grew more pressing, mere arousing, a thousand time much harder to forget. The goo was slowly moving, massaging his shaft from every side, everywhere it touched it felt good; the soft foreskin stimulated by the constant sliding of that strange material around his member. He figured out; after a few minute of that treatment; that the goo was silk and velvety, forming a perfect copy of actual flesh; giving his body the sensation of being buried deep in a nice and tight vent, folds parting around his shaft. The sensation was amazing. He had never been a big fan of sex toys and fakes but he had to admit they felt good in needed time; and that precise one, oh that one was definitely one of his favorite. He moaned, pleasure slowly taking over, pushing all his questions and worries aside, replacing everything by a deep bliss. He let his eyes close as the machines were working him to the edge of climaxing. The constant stimulation was more than he could bear. He moaned out loud, his hips arching in the contraption of the bonds holding him in place as seed shot deep in the tube, instantly swallowed.

He could trace its way as it was sucked in the pipes and stored in a large plastic or glass bubble.

The pumps and vacuum were slowly shutting down, the intense pleasure slowly vanishing as his body came to rest. His breath was shallow an irregular as all his body relaxed, his muscles going slack in the matter of a second. "That… was intense…" he panted yet no one understood his words. In a corner of his eyes he noticed his own seed forming a nice puddle in the otherwise empty orb. "Damn… that's quite a lot." he thought to himself. Never before could he recall cumming so hard. This thing had really sucked the content of his balls away.

The doctor observed the sphere as well, judging the amount of seed that alien had given. His gaze went back on the trembling, sweating frame of Nick.

Nick gave the anthro animal looking creature a quizzical look. The other said what sounded like an order. In the instant the machine was set back on Nick tensed. They were not done with him yet.

And how right was he. The machinery resumed suckling, draining to the last drop of seed he had stored in his balls, feeding it to the complex maze of tubes and pumps. The Puddle of sad in the orb slowly grew until his seed filled half of the glass. The rubber was almost squashing his member; pressing so hard around his member it felt painful. Every spurt of seed felt like someone was tearing his cock and balls with tiny razorblades. His balls were throbbing, emptied of their substance; two useless nuts in their skinny pouch. He was trembling, panting, his traits frozen on an expression of pain. His throat was dry after moaning and screaming so much, begging them to stop. His word obviously fell to deaf ears as more and more cum was taken away. Someone removed the glass tube from his painful member. His flaccid shaft flopped limply on his belly, drenched in that disgusting slime; still attached by some sticky strings to the gooey rubber filling the milking machine. His whole crotch was on fire after that overwhelming amount of stimulation; orgasming so much, so quick had left him drowned in pain and pleasure mixed together. His body felt heavy; his head fuzzy as he fell asleep exhausted and spent. These forced orgasms were nothing pleasurable but they did a great job of wasting his energy.

When he woke up again all the medical team was still there; doing their job: taking measures and doing analyses. The room was still as bright as before, blinding even. The air was still thick with medical products; their acrid stench aggressing his nose. His body was limp, still crippled by weakness. No one was really caring about him; probably thinking he was still asleep. He used that opportunity to look around the room. The two guards were nowhere in sight; there was only unarmed personnel here. He examined his closest surroundings. Thankfully the milking machine had disappeared. Near his bed he noticed a tablet probably forgotten by an assistant on a large shiny cart. On the perfectly slick plate he noticed a glass filled of a transparant liquid. Next to it there was something totally out of place: a set of surgery instruments. What were they doing here? There was a scalpel; surgery wires, pinches, and; displayed on a large bloodied tissue a small device drenched in blood and tiny flesh fragments sealed away in a small protective bag with the same alien writings on it. Nick focused all his attention on it; trying to see through the slightly blurry plastic like material. The thing inside was almost microscopic,, thin copper wires dangling like the tentacles of an odd metal made jellyfish attached to a small shiny black cube. "What is that thing?" he asked himself, slowly looking away. He froze, his eyes falling on a second similar object, thon a third, and yet another.

"Where does all of that come from?" he asked himself, shocked by the number of small electronic devices, or rather components stocked there in plain view. That's when he noticed: a huge, bulky; rather massive; card, more like a large chip. It could almost suppose to be a miniature computer trapped in the same slick black box. However that one had been broken, opened handedly to reveal the treasures it held.

A dull pain radiated from several parts of his body. Some were merely itches but one was jolting pain in his entire body. He looked at his arms and shoulders; they were covered of tiny scars and patches that looked recent but only minor. "Where do all of that come from?" he didn't remember having any mark like this. He examined them closely, the scars were straight and thin, perfect, not like the traces left by a knife, more by a surgeon's tool. "What have they done to me?" he whimpered, caressing a whitish scar, earning a chill of pain from the sensitive line. He threw a quick glance at all the components aligned on the cart. "Are they planning on implanting me all that stuff`?" he wondered, scared by the awful thought. What were these for? Surveillance? Mind and body control? He didn't know but he had to admit that stuff displayed before him, promising nothing good, was scary as hell. A surge of pain stabbed the bad of his skull. He grimaced, reaching behind with a hand. Where he expected to feel the familiar contact of his hair he only found naked skin under his probing fingers. He gasped; all his hair there had been shaved. "Why?" he mumbled, probing around, looking for any clue. He only found a large thick patch attached to his head with some sort of duct tape. A scream stuck itself in his throat as his breath quickened. Now he understood; he knew exactly why he had all these components were there, covered of blood and flesh. They didn't try to implant them, no, totally the opposite they removed them.

In his head an old but still clear picture came back to the surface. He remembered when he was five or six years old a visit to the Saturn central hospital located in the X-28.5-H orbital station. It was a standard procedure every child had to go through. They were put to sleep and implanted their ID chip and several sensors scattered throughout their bodies. The chip was implanted in the wrist and was used for Identification scans, administrative bullshit, contained a life long and lasting and constantly updating file with all the information stored in a tiny compact memory disk. The sensors were used in medical procedure to locate easily the source of pain, injuries or any other damage done to the body.

Then he remembered, much later, upon his entrance in the army. He had once again to go through another surgery, being gifted with an advanced device located directly in his brain, allowing for a constant, secured connection to HQ, display of strategic map, a HUD if needed and a tone of other functionalities he didn't found useful at all like a storage units containing all mission orders when a good memory would do the trick just fine. It also had an international network connection (in one thought you could get on the space web and do whatever your mine wished). It could even allow for personal holographic display right before the eye. Some of his comrades relied heavily on that handy piece of technology. However it was crippled with flaws and defects and was prompt to fail. It could go from the thing shutting down and restarting on its own for no reason. He had even heard of a case where the thing malfunctioned and blew a man's head but it was only urban legends. Personally he didn't use it much, only for localization and… personal relief.

An idea popped in his head. "Of course… it's so obvious. God damn it I'm so stupid." he huffed, blaming himself. He remembered the one and only real use he found to that chip in his head: the emergency location functionality. In case of harm a signal was sent to any nearby consortium personnel; a simple but permanent help call. Without it no one could see him if any rescue attempt was made. Cursed Alien! Why couldn't he fall on dumb specie?

Fine; if no one could come to his rescue, he would do it himself, on his own.

Slowly, with extreme caution he extended a hand, reaching for the kart, more precisely for the scalpel left there, sharpened, gleaning in the artificial light. If he could reach for it maybe he could….

A paw lashed from the side, gripping his wrist in a vice like grip. He gasped, grimacing under the sheer pressure applied on his hand. The doc, quick to react had blocked him, stopping his attempt to escape. The man bore a look of suspicion over the captive human, his eyes glinting, meaning more than an entire speech could "don't even think about trying to escape." it said with it's simple gaze.

Nick had to find a way out. He looked around and noticed a translucent jug half-filled of a liquid that looked like water. With his paralyzed hand he pointed toward it insistently.

The doc loosened his grip slightly and gave someone an order. Immediately he was brought a glass he filled with one skilled paw and helped him drink. At first Nick had some doubt but when the liquid slid in his throat, cold and tasteless he was relieved. Water; only water. He had a good hunch. He let out a deep relieved sigh as the grip loosened even more. The guy had let his guard down, now was the time to strike.

Internally he thanked the one that had the not so clever idea to free him from his chains. He clenched his free fist and slammed it with all his strength in the doctor's benevolent face. The punch took him by surprise; he let go of the glass that broke upon colliding with the ground. The noise warned everyone. The doctor stumbled back, stunned. Nick took that tiny second of hesitation as his opportunity, jumping from the bed, the wind created by his own motions tickling his naked skin bristling his entire body. He took a hold of the scalpel, testing the blade with a fingertip. Sharp, like he expected it. He grabbed the doctor, pulled him back, grabbing him by his coat and sticking the blade against his throat. Instinctively the guy raised his paws in the air. A scream echoed in the room as a nurse saw the scene unfolding before her eyes. An alarm rang as red lights appeared in the room. The door slammed open as the two guards rushed inside, blocking the only exit. Their riffles were raised in the space of a second, laser sight aimed right at Nick's face. Deep voice barked orders in a language he couldn't understand. Safeties; were removed from bone chilling looking riffles; knifes were pressed against throats, giving a last menacing warning.

"Drop your weapons or he is dead!" shouted Nick, determination glinting in his eyes. The soldiers didn't flinch, instead their grip reaffirmed on their weapon. "I said drop your weapon!"

The doc shouted something in turn, panicked, probably begging the two agents to calm down. The gunman on the right grunted something with a cold voice, a menace? A warning? Nick couldn't know as he still couldn't understand but his guts were telling him the guy just ordered him to let go of his hostage or he would open fire. Even throughout the galaxy some things had the same meaning even in foreign languages. Nick didn't obey, instead applying a tiny bit more pressure on the yelling doctor. "Last warning!"

The alien was squirming in his grasp, struggling to get away from the blade slowly slicing in his skin. One of the military yelled in turn, adjusting his aim. A shot was fired; broken tile fragments flew as a flash of red light flew through the room. Pain shot from Nick's temples as a warm drop of blood trickled down his cheek.

………

"What a fucking great day!" grumbled Dereck as the door of an anonymous elevator opened before him. In the back ground a synthetic feminine voice announced in a lifeless tone "Floor 101 access confinement areas, experimentations area. Restricted areas if you do not possess the necessary accreditation please go back in the elevator and go to another floor."

He totally ignored it, entering in the confinement area. The drop slid open as he approached. "Welcome sergeant VanHevreyk." announced a synthetic voice.

No one really noticed him as he walked in the maze of corridors, surrounded by anonymous doors and medical personnel walking in silence, white outlines hovering in their universe of aseptic whiteness. Everyone here was used to his presence; he had been coming every day for the past month, collecting reports and other scientific data, doing a rapid check on their guests. For that time span he hadn't shown another expression beside anger. Since he had come back to his base, more than one month ago, bringing with him the few survivors his life had been what looked the closest from hell. The first thing he had been asked after delivering the aliens to a medical team all dressed in bacteriologic protection outfits he had been ordered to immediately write his report and bring it to the general. Ge had spent countless hours writing that damn report, hesitating, pondering each word, constantly checking the actualized casualty report. The situation wasn't as heavenly as it looked. Sure they attributed themselves a great victory but on both sides loses had been heavy. The aliens had been decimated, massacred; there were only four survivors and the VIP target but among these survivors three were in a bad shape. While his troops had lost a commandment vessel with all its crew, five troop transport ship and fifteen fighters that already made the number of dead go through the roof, far above all estimations. The number struck him right in the chest. Five hundred deaths just because of their hidden artillery and heavy weaponry, their rockets and machine gun doing incredible damage in their ranks. Then, once down on the ground, even though the assault forces quickly got rid of the resistance they suffered greatly, a lot of them injured by the advanced alien arsenal, some even killed, bringing the death count even higher. Six hundred soldiers had perished, killed by a handful of these foreign creatures.

When he had given his report to his commander his situation got even worst. He was suspended, the order apparently coming from high above; the top of the hierarchy to be more precise. He was ordered to give back all his equipment and was sent back in town, ordered to remain in his flat until further investigation. A long week of boredom later he was brought back to the base just to learn he had been judge guilty of grave failure; massive casualties due to unjustified life risking and band handling of a simple operation. He had been degraded to the rank of simple first class soldier and literally kicked out of the base.

Two days later someone from the diplomatic division came knocking at his doors. Since he had no real choice and nothing else to do he followed him. He was brought in a fancy vehicle to the diplomatic division head quarter, a large building taking an entire block, forming a perfect hexagon in which center he knew stood a giant obelisk with at its top a small golden sphere. No one knew its use but everyone agreed to say it looked amazingly beautiful.

He was guided through large corridors and halls to a double door made of a clear wood, very old school, it even had rounded knobs and two guards on each side. When they saw him the two fractioning men immediately addressed him a formal salute and opened the doors in a perfect sync. He was invited to enter an immense office where most of the walls were a clear color, covered of old looking books and paintings. Everything here smelled old and dusty, like a perfectly preserved piece of passed times. The floor was covered of red carpeting in a really good state for something so old. He remembered; back when he was a kid the incredible amount of time he spent here, playing on that very same floor. Re threw the same nervous glance around, now that he had grown up he didn't like to be there anymore, everything reminded him of a time he tried to forget. "Come in…" said a voice even though it wasn't necessary. He took that step forward, feeling the softness of the ground underneath his paw pads. A familiar shiver traversed his body, for a brief instant he was a child once again, running happily in that giant office.

On his right he discovered a large conference table separated from the main office by a series of blurry glasses. The main office was composed of a large desk crumpling under the weight of several tablets piled on one corner and a large computer inserted in the very wood. The right side, basking in the natural glow of the sun there were two sofas facing the desk with, a small wooden table with the same machinery inside.

Behind the desk, observing him behind the holographic screen stood his mother, trying to pretend she wasn't awaiting him at all. It had been ages since he had been there but it wasn't something he regretted.

"Please have a seat Dereck." "No thanks Madam… I'd prefer to stay up if you don't see any inconvenient."

She nodded in silence and, with a quick wave of the hand made a sign to the guards. The doors were discreetly closed behind him. "Why did you make me come here?" Started Dereck, showing immediately his reluctance. "We have to talk." "We could have done it in more… private times." he huffed "there was no need to have me brought to your office like when I was a child mother." "I wanted to see you personally." "Whatever. Now that I'm here what do you want?" he growled, starting to walk in the otherwise silent room. "Come on I'm listening."

His mother remained calm, observing him behind het thin glasses. She was, like this place, out of time: her thick white fur had lost nothing of its softness and beauty even after all these years, coating her body in a pure whiteness. Her cobalt blue eyes were calm and soft yet capable of piercing through everyone, looking intimidating when she wanted. The rest of her frame was attractive; a true natural beauty. She was a tall anthro wolf standing proud on her paws, her frame well built, her bushy tail swaying behind her. Her face bore no sign of her age. He could understand why everyone thought her to be younger than she truly was.

"I've seen the results of your last mission; a really nice job Dereck, you can be proud of yourself." she said coldly, not hiding her irony and disappointment. "It didn't went as I planned indeed." answered Dereck, pretending to be fascinated by an old painting crackled by time. "Your orders were clear." "What did you expect me to do mother? They started shooting as us. Would you have preferred that I did nothing and let everyone die?" "No… indeed no. But this massacre is entirely your fault." "What!?" "I've read the reports, seen the recordings, heard the black box data; I know everything Dereck."

Dereck gritted his teeth, why did have all these information been communicated so quickly all of a sudden. "And what? I did as ordered, observing." "Did it imply sending an innocent pilot to a certain death?" "That idea backfired indeed. I didn't expect them to fight back. Like I already said when we were discussing this mission they showed no previous sign of aggressively." "And for that… incident with my team?" "If you've seen the reports you know they were shot down without any warning." "And to who do we own that?" "What?! Don't tell me you're gonna accuse me of the vehemence of an alien kind we don't know anything about. Maybe they didn't appreciate to see an entire fleet popping over their head with all their canons aimed at them! And that is not my doing." "On that we agree it was a bold and stupid idea. You don't do diplomacy by pointing rows of gun on the person you're trying to talk to." "Indeed but I'd still bring a gun in a diplomatic talk… for safety." answered Dreeck, grinning to the painting." "But that situation… has been caused by one person." "I saw that coming." huffed Dereck "And I'll answer you I wasn't expecting retaliations neither did I expect such drastic measures."

His mother went back to her desk and sat on her chair and switched on her computer, the blue glow of her screen brightening her face even more. "I heard you had been suspended." "Yes until the investigation is over." "Well I have a mission for you?" "Why should I care about that? I am not one of your puppets doing pretty small talks." "From now on you are." she chuckled, making a small tablet glide in his direction. "Are you kidding me?" "If I was kidding I would have handed you a bone." "Mom I'm not a child anymore." "But you still love them." "Who doesn't… but are we talking of the same kind of bone?" "Dereck this kinof bad jokes is forbidden in here. You may be a grown up now but I still can punish you." "I'm a close combat expert now mom you'd better think twice." "Are you challenging your old mother?" "You're no challenge." he giggled, cracking his fingers. She got up and faced him. He took a step back and instinctively took a combat stance. "I might be a bit rusty." she chuckled, doing some quick limbers up.

He didn't let her words soften him a single bit. He stroke first, his fist tearing through the air yet his mother blocked it with ease, deflecting the blow. "You're fast." "Faster than you." she grunted, trying a kick of her own. Dereck dodged it. "You've been trained well!" she commented, aligning a series of well-placed blows. "Yeah it's dad who did." "He did a great job but do you know who trained him?" she chuckled, grabbing his arm as he attacked, twisting it around and forcing him to follow her. She held him against her chest, his right arm painfully twisted around as his other arm tried to take a sharp enough angle to beat her. "I trained your father." she huffed, forcing him to submit on the ground "oh and… by the way…". Dereck yelped in pain as his mother's firm paws spanked his butt cheeks. He hell flat on his belly, a lone tear slipping from his eyes as his butt ached with pain, his fur and skin felt like burning. What a shame. Even now his mother would still beat him up so easily. It was so humiliating for him. He was a trained soldier but even though he would still get his ass kicked by his mother. What a low punch to his pried; a blow that hurt even more than all his mother's slaps.

"And while we're still talking about this mission you don't have much of a choice." "Why doesn't it surprise me?" he huffed, crawling to a couch. "I've talked with the general. All has already been arranged. You have no idea of how pleased he was to have you transferred to my unit." "Not surprised either." he grumbled as he laid his ass on the comfy couch, resting his burning cheeks on a cushion. "So from now on you are part of my units until further decision. Your mission order is awaiting you?"

"I don't get it… why such measures when the results are there! The immediate threats are neutralized, the VIP has been recovered and I even brought back four of them so what's the matter?" "The opinion wouldn't appreciate to learn that their army got blown away on their own terrain. Beside your actions have consequences Dereck, you should have learned that. How will we explain to hundreds of families how their relatir1s died because a newbie made a rooky mistake while handling a minor situation?" "Touché." he sighed. He reached for the desk, grabbing the tablet with a cautious hand. "Oh and Dereck it appears you haven't been informed of the latest news." "What news?" "Three of these "survivors" you brought back died from their injuries during the past week." "And the last one?" "Healthy as possible. He only suffered cuts and bruises and a few other minor injuries but he is spectacularly fine. However now he is kept asleep for examining." "And the… specimen?" "A hard one. From what I heard he has shown great signs of aggressively. No one can come close enough to check his wounds."

In some way Dereck was happy to know even then these aliens would still give one good fight.

He went through the orders rapidly, reading "in diagonal". As he went from a line to another his eyes widened, bugging out of his skull when he stopped. He darted his gaze toward his mother. She was sitting at her desk, fingers crossed under her muzzle. "Is this a joke?" he asked, earning a sly smile in reply. "No Dereck. This is very serious." "I'm not gonna play the baby-sitter for these…" "You haven't read the entire document have you? For now your only mission will be to give me a daily report on their status. If the investigation shows nothing against you you'll be transferred again to your ancient division. However if nothing happens you will follow your instructions. See that as a protection mission." "You mean a baby sitting mission." he huffed, disgusted at the mere prospect of that new assignment.

"I guess that concludes this meeting." sighed her mother, cutting short before Dereck could start to argue or complain. "I expect your first report before tonight. Don't disappoint me; you don't want another punishment do you?" Dereck jumped of his seat, his cheeks itching in romance of that fresh beating.

He left her office like a shadow and made sure ever since then to avoid that place and transmit his reports and other data by a secured private channel.

The month went by slowly, everything diluted in a monotonous routine. Each day passing by in slow motion summarized to the same chain of actions and events, getting up late, in the morning, a quick meal and clean up, a visit to the hospital, recovering heavy piles of data he would study all afternoon, write his reports and send it with a self-made summary to his mother, eating his diner in front of the large curved TV screen crowning his living room and falling asleep on the couch like the lame piece of shit he was at that exact moment. Sometime he would check on the enquiry to see how it went. It seemed stuck; it had come to some sort of dead end for his own exasperation and despair.

Dereck stopped near a vending machine and asked for a black coffee. As the plastic mug burning his pads with the steaming hot liquid filled it. This day proved to be no different from the other. However, a little detail had disturbed his boring daily routine: a call, two days ago. A scientist of the enquiry team had asked for an appointment with him. Since he had nothing else to do he agreed and two hours later he was in a large cold room illuminated by flickering lights staring at two objects basked in light put side by side on a metal table. "Why did you want to see me?" "Well… I we have come to a major breakthrough." "I'm listening." "Can you identify any of these objects?"

Nick glazed upon the two forms for a while, analyzing each in detail. They were both pretty similar. "These are universal translation devices." he replied sure of his affirmation. "Are you sure sir?" "Absolutely. I can say without a doubt that these are devices we use to communicate with other intelligent species." "Are you sure?" "Undoubtable."

His assurance seemed to amuse the expert which disturbed Dereck. The sly smile floating on his lips was making him antsy. "You're half right sir. Tis one…" he took a black object that had the shape of a plate with a tiny screen in its center "is actually a universal translator. However this one…" he took the second one and showed it to Dereck with an amused look. It was similar in shape with the first one but it was covered of tiny holes and had a large button on its top and hook like things on its bottom "…is actually completely different. Allow me to demonstrate it to you."

To Dereck's dismay he pressed the button and; as the thing lightened up threw it swiftly. It flew through the air and landed with a discreet bump, instantly freezing on the spot. "What's that thing?" "Wait and see." he whispered, hiding behind a protection barrier, signing to Dereck to imitate him. The other guy grabbed a small drone and a remote controller "watch closely." he whispered as it switched the thing on. The rover looking drone mounted on tracks started rolling, getting closer to the device. As it approached the rhythmic blip the machine let out increased, becoming even louder. At some point a loud hissing noise filled the silence. Dereck had just enough time to cover his ears, grimacing in pain as, a second later the thing imploded, swiping everything that stood in its path. The explosion shook the very basement of the building as the light went on and off rapidly. A heated wave washed over Dereck's face, bringing stench of fire and smoke. He trembled, for a mere instant he felt like on a battle field, in the middle of explosions. When everything calmed down he threw a look over a wall. The first thing he noticed was a shrapnel in the thick cover before him. It had been thrown with so much force that it had left a mark in the metal. Behind he was faced with a scene of devastation. Where the explosive device was he found only scorched grounds and fires already shrinking under the assaults of the sprinklers. "A proximity mine!" hysterically shouted Dereck, in a shocked state. "Indeed." "Hold on where did you found that?" "In their arsenal; after the assault." "So you mean they took a translator for an explosive?" "It's the conclusion to which we came." "Why are you showing that tome?" he mumbled, slowly calming down,. "Because now it's the diplomatic division's problem." "I don't get it."

"It proves that four unarmed diplomate were shot dead due to a misunderstanding."

Dereck had left with a heavy case of documents that hadn't been scanned yet and brought them straight to his mother.

"If what that guy showed me is right it might play in my favor." he whispered as he took a long sip of coffee."

Suddenly red light popped everywhere around him as a loud alarm went on. "Oh no…" he gasped; a chill running down ahis spine as he let his cup fall; it's content spilling on the floor. He started running, heading straight for one room. If someone had triggered this alarm it had to be one of them. As he made his way through the identical corridors his heart kept thumping in his chest, knots forming in his guts as he knew something bad could occur at any time now.

A loud detonation echoed, covering the screaming of the alarm for a short second. "Nooooo!" he shouted, accelerating even more, shoving everyone in his path away. He stopped near the concerned room. The door was wide open and the two fractioning guards were missing. "Hope it's not too late." he panted as he leaned on the wall, fumbling in his pocket. He wrapped his claws around a rounded object and pulled it out. It was one of these translator devices. He had received a message informing him that a scientist and linguist team had managed to translate their language using scattered and more or less damaged records. However he knew he knew they had no time to put it through a real situation test so he wasn't sure of its correct functioning. "I hope it works." he grumbled as his digit brushed against the switch. He plugged the thing against his throat, took a deep breath and stepped in. The scene he discovered was worthy of an action movie. The two sweating guards were aiming their riffle at the alien creature dressed in this thin hospital tunic and using a doctor as a shield. A hole pierced the wall right next to his head. "Everyone calm down!" he called, the sheer sound of his voice freezing everyone in place. The two soldiers threw him suspicious glances while the Alien stared at him in shock; his eyes bugging out.

He let his muscles relax; it had worked; this thing was working!

………

Nick was astonished, paralyzed, his breath cut, his muscles stiffened to their limits. That guy; that tall, anthro black wolf was standing there with his soft appeasing voice and he had understood it. The tone was "implacable" yet calling for calm and above all he had fucking understood every word it said!

He didn't understand; how could he understand that one guy when all the others were talking in an unknown dialect?

He staggered back, dragging the shocked doctor with him. "Please gentlemen put your weapon down." said the wolf. The two soldiers were as surprised as Nick, why did this guy even showed up? Why did he ask them to calm down when his kind intents were to keep him here? Reluctantly the soldiers obeyed and lowered their riffle while still keeping a suspic

ious look on Nick. "Could you please let go of the doctor?" asked the wolf. Nick didn't move at all, tightening his grip on the scalpel. There was something off with this guy. Even though he was wearing no gun and looked like a negotiator of some sort he looked tensed, more like a soldier ready to fight if needed. "Stay away." he hissed in reply. "Calm down I am not here to hurt you. I am in fact here to announce you that you're free." "What!?"

That word had been so surprise, so unexpected that he had let his grip loosened. In the blink of an eye the doctor had squirmed out of his grasp and run away. Nick stared stupidly at the smiling wolf. "I don't get it…" he whispered, sitting on the bed. The wolf came closer and sat next to him. "You were kept here for a period of analysis and healing since we… didn't know much about your specie we were a bit curious to examine you." "Then why did you attack us?" "A misunderstanding…" he apologized "Our commands thought you as a threat. You see we have had a lot of troubles recently with some aggressive inhabitants of this system trying to invade our planet. Most of them now know that if they try to trespass beyond the borders of our territory they will get obliterated. We thought your ship as one of these trespassers and since no one on board seemed to have acknowledged any we took the appropriate measures." he explained with his honeyed tone. "I'm not even sure we were using the same communication device and frequency." grunted Nick. "Apparently not." admitted the other. "Then in that case why attack us once on your grounds?" "We never did attack you ever since then! So far your kind was the one showing aggressive behavior: you shot down a recon ship." "I wasn't there when it occurred." Confessed Nick, still toying with the scalpel he had kept all along "a regrettable act if you want my opinion. However I wasn't among those who took your vessel down so I couldn't afford to be blamed for their actions." "Indeed no." chuckled the wolf on a tone that made Nick's hands tremble. That guy knew more than he pretended. "Also you and your group shot down several member of a diplomatic team."

"I didn't give that order." he grumbled defensively, tightening his grip on the tiny blade. "Could you stop playing with that thing you're going to hurt someone and neither of us want that to happen do we?" Nick let the instrument down but not too far out of reach.

"We had a lot of time to analyze the chain of even that lead to that tragedy." "And what did your enquiry gave out?" "Another mistake. Your mean took one of these devices for a weapon of war." he concluded, pointing at the rounded device attached to his throat. It glowed slightly with each word he spoke. "This thing is a translator but we realized it resembled an explosive weapon of yours."

Nick nodded, acknowledging the Wolf's words. "I see… I see." he whispered, realizing in turn how quickly things went from bad to worst. "However be aware that no one gave an order to open fire; it all occurred because of a panic motion." "We know that. We even know who fired the first shot. You see all soldiers are equipped with a black box that records the last five minutes of their life." "Useful." Chuckled Nick; thinking about his much more advanced chip. "And what we gathered so far points toward the same evidence, a tragic misunderstanding at a critical moment. Don't give me wrong my people and I were curious about your kind. We had never seen anyone like you before and we were eager to learn more about you. All along we tried to establish contact but… I guess language has been quite a tough barrier to get around." "Agreed… and getting shot down without a warning isn't quite what I call establishing a friendly contact." chuckled Nick.

"You entered our airspace without authorization on board of what looked like a battle cruiser." "First we didn't know that planet was inhabited, secondly it was an exploration and research ship and before you say it the armament we had on board was for our defense, not to engage in any kind of battle."

"I understand. Also… that brings me to my next question and by the way the one that everyone here is asking themselves…" "Why were we here in the first place?" replied Nick, cutting the wolf short, throwing at him a questioning gaze. "Yes… indeed." gasped the wolf, chocking like Nick had slammed his fist in his guts. "Our mission was to explore this system, gather data and find useful planets for resource scavenging and establishing new colonies." "That… won't play in your favor you know. People here tend to be a bit… touchy and your declarations would make them think you were planning on invading us." "If only we had known that planet was inhabited we would have tried a different approach."

The wolf threw him a wide toothy grin. Was he taunting him or just, amused? "At least it confirms our camouflage worked well." "We were totally oblivious of your presence?" giggled Nick, slowly coming to agree on how comical the situation was. "Also… when I mean colonies I mean mining and farming sites." "So… our planet only interested your kind for its resources?" "Apparently… I haven't read the mission order so… can't tell exactly."

The wolf looked astonished, his lower jaw dropped in a silent "oh" of surprise. Nick felt like it was a blasphemy to say that. "Hey my job was ensuring security once on the planet; the rest was none of my businesses." "Which brings my next question where are you from?" "It would be too long to explain. Let's just say I come from a place… very far from here." "Beyond the asteroid belt?" asked the wolf, like his vision of the world didn't expand after a certain obstacle. Although he remembered someone mentioning an asteroid field surrounding this system, making it almost impossible to see through and beyond he didn't really care back then. "Indeed." he answered, smiling slyly." "Impressive… I never expected anyone capable of getting through that field… but it seems you have the technology for that kind of operation." "Yeah these deflecting shields are quite useful to overcome any obstacle." "So what is the goal of your kind? Colonize us?" "No we were just exploring a foreign system, gathering info and locating "viabl5" planets for further resource extraction, we don't plan on invading you."

Even to Nick's hears these world sounded empty and meaningless; he knew that the consortium would maybe try to maintain a semblance of peace with this planet's inhabitants but they would always find a way to force them to bow and submit their kind, break their government and install a new one, mere puppets obeying blindly to their orders. "I'll be honest Nick I… don't trust that." "How do you know my name?" "It was written on a card you had in one of your uniform's pocket." quickly explained the wolf. "Speaking of which where are they?" "They've been sent to a laboratory for analysis and… repairs… they had been quite badly damaged." "I see. When will I be able to get them back?" "I don't know but until then I can ask someone to find you some suitable clothes… if you don't mind of course." "I'd really appreciate." gladly answered Nick, only wishing to get himself in better suited clothes than this hospital dress. "However before… I still have a few questions to ask." "Go ahead then." "You pretend to come only for resource gathering but for what purpose?" "To sustain ourselves of course. Our empire is vast, and our resources critically diminished to the point of creating an emergency situation. Our people need food; our people need materials to build their house, to live." "So that's why you came here. I guess your commanders were interested by our forest." "Mostly I suppose but I am ready to bet your planet has much more resources to offer am I right?" "Probably. Next question we saw you using some really interesting machinery… was it why you needed our resources?" "You mean the fabrication units… yes… indeed… quite handy don't you think? You give them a few natural and basic elements and they build you whatever you want in a matter of minutes. House components; weapons; ammos and so much more."

"A really interesting device indeed." admitted the wolf, barely hiding his interest as he took a few notes. "I still have one question left." he mumbled, coughing to try and look serious again. "Why were you carrying a rare, protected specimen with you." "What!?" choked Nick, spitting the content of a glass he was trying to drink "what did you just say?" he gasped, coughing noisily. "We located among your crew a rare animal specimen that falls under an interplanetary treaty of protection in order to sustain and protect the specie's development. If you do not know the number of specimen of that kind has drastically diminished to the point of nearing complete disappearance." "That's a really sad story but why are you telling me that? We haven't harvested any animal! In fact your planet was the first we tried to deal with!" "So explain me how a protected specimen ended onboard your vessel?" "I don't know… and I don't know what you're talking about!" "Lying to me won't bring you far with me." growled the wolf, looking more menacing now. "I am not lying! I swear I don't understand what you're talking about for god sake!" "You persist in hiding the truth to me! Do you have a death wish or something?" he rumbled. Nick knew it would be the last warning he'll get but he could only persist; there was no lie, he was telling the complete truth to that weird wolf guy. Was he too dumb or stubborn to understand? Or was his translation device malfunctioning? "For the last time I repeat we had no such cargo at our arrival! There was FREAKING NOTHING from your system on board!" "Oh really… are you sure?" sniggered the Wolf, unfolding some sort of a supple tablet. As the screen lightened up he gave it to Nick. Instantly the human froze, his jaw dropping in sheer shock. "Why do we have a picture of you carrying it around after the crash?" On the high quality picture, taken from above by probably a scout ship he could see himself through the thick jungle foliage and right behind him the two men that saved his life, extracting him from the ripped ship part he was trapped into. From that angle it was easy to spot Lyam, held tightly by the one guy with an exoskeletal armor who was bearing Lyam on his shoulder like a heavy gut and mechanic sack.

"Lyam…" he gasped, rapidly getting the reasoning of the Alien. His conclusion made him laugh, laugh so loud, laugh so madly, his body quaking under the spasm triggered by his uncontrolled laughter bursts that the alien wolf wondered if the creature hadn't just lost all reason? "You mean your protected specimen is just Lyam!" "Is that how you call him?" "Yep. Oh god… that's the best joke I ever heard!" he cried out, rolling back on the bed, holding his belly as he choked on air. "What is so funny?" mumbled Wolf, taken aback by the unexpected reaction. "What you call a rare creature is only a clone!" shouted Nick between two coughing. "A what?" asked the Wolf, touching his translator; worried by its functioning "blasted machine…" he pestered "Could you repeat I think I misheard." he mumbled, disoriented, all his insurance shrinking. "Lyam is a clone!" hiccupped Nick, panting as he tried with all his might to calm down. "Excuse me… that word seems to be unknown and cannot be translated in our language." he whined, blushing profusely in embarrassment. "A copy if you wish." sighed Nick, still trying to muff his giggling. "I… I don't understand." "How to explain it…" grumbled Nick, scratching the back of his head "to keep it simple Lyam is a copy of a creature, a reproduction, but an improved version over the original." "I see but… that kind of practice isn't very common here… I think it's even forbidden." "That's sad, you have no idea of how useful cloning is; you can have a constant supply of obedient creatures programmed to do a single task." "Slaves of some sort." grunted the wolf in reluctance. "Not much better than that indeed." "That's why it isn't tolerated here." "I'm not agreeing to that either you can trust me but I can't deny that they are useful at handling problematic situations or accomplishing dangerous tasks."

"There's still something bugging me out." mumbled the wolf, getting a tide bit more familiar "He looks really living for a mere copy." "That surprised me at first glance as well" admitted Nick "it's quite disturbing but he is just one more clone but a new type much more realistic." "I see…" mumbled the wolf, taking a few more notes. "But once you look beneath his scales you'll find layers of cloned flesh and tones of machinery. We call these augments." "That I understand even through its some fancy stuff around here." "Where I come from it's a trendy thing; it's so cheap you can get a full body augment for one month of hard work." I'm not really envious of that." spat the wolf in disgust "I prefer natural things." "On that we agree." confirmed Nick with a sly smile. "However these… copies must come from an original being." "Not really… a full bogy san is enough to launch production. Even a probe sent on a planet can provide a precise analyze of a being and give the scientist a clear picture of the creature for later studies; it goes from general shape to internal organs and even skeleton structure. But… it's only a supposition. Moreover I have no remembrance of a prior expedition here so it's the much probable course of event." "I see I see." he whispered, wiping the sweat of his fur. "Well this interrogatory is now over I'd like to thank you for your cooperation; it helps a lot." he gladly said, offering a padded paw for a handshake. "The pleasure was all mine." answered Nick, delighted that it was finally over. He got up at the same time as the wolf. "I hope my information's helped clarify everything." he said as he reached out with a hand. After a second of awkward silence and disturbance the wolf responded. The contact of pads and fur against his skin made him shiver. It felt odd to shake hand with an alien which kind tried to destroy them.

"Could you stay in your room for a while; I have to make my report." "Sure… it's not like I can go anywhere else." With a tiny smile the wolf left, the door silently closing behind him as he threw a last glance at him.

………

"Are you sure of that information Dereck?" asked his mother as he summarized what he had gathered from the captive alien. "He is formal on that." he assured, doubting his own words. "It doesn't make any sense." "It could explain the number of copies they had." "Analyzes on these beings confirmed they were synthetic but that last one… it's weird." "I have seen it as well… for me… it's not a… clone as he call it." "Yes this… Lyam… if it's his name is… raising a lot of questions. Dereck." "Yes mum?" "I'"d like you to investigate that matter." "I was going to do it with or without your authorization anyway. That story has raisaed my curiosity." "Perfect… this enquiry will fi,t nicely with your main objective." "I still have to babysit these two?" "You have no choice don't try to argue." "I'll do." "What's the next order?" "Well… the latest reports certify they are allowed to get out the examinations are over." "I'll inform them in that case." "Just remember no drift or complex situation, be careful and avoid turning this into a blood bath please."

With a sly smirk he ended the call.

………

The door slid open again on that very same wolf. This time he brought with him a pile of clothes. "What are these for?" asked Nick as the wolf put them down on the bed. "I think they will be more appropriate for the outside." "The outside?" "Examinations are complete; you're now being moved to another location." "In that case." "I'll leave you alone while you dress; just knock at the door when you're ready. I hope all the clothes are your size. Just be aware they are meant for person with a tail so there might be a hole in the back of the pants." "Crap… and I think you forgot some shoes." "We haven't found any at your size but don't worry we're working on it." "Thanks now if you don't mind I'd appreciate some privacy." "Of course, I'll be waiting outside."

Nick grabbed the clothes; they were made of a soft fabric almost like cotton. Everything was correct, the shirt was a bit large but he didn't mind. He felt weird when he noticed that hole in his underwear and pants and felt kind o embarrassed by the fact that everyone could see what was beneath. He blushed slightly; thankfully no one could see him right now. He took a deep breath and knocked at the thin panel. A blip later it had opened. The tile floor was feeling cold under his bare feet as he stepped outside the room. The two colossal guards were glaring at him from above, their riffle net leaving his head as he moved forward. "Perfect." complimented the wolf, yet his words weren't enough to cover the sniggers of the two soldiers right behind him. A deadly look from the wolf had the two turning mute like stones. “Accept my apologies for that." "its fine." sighed Nick, not bothering with the two bull soldiers. "Also you will need this." he added, showing Nick a similar device that the one he had on his neck "as you know by now it allows for a rather clear translation." "Why should I use that?" "Because only few people have access to that technology and it would be more appropriate if you bend to our customs since you are on our planet now." "If these are the rules then." sighed Nick, knowing that he had no other choice. As he applied the device against his throat he felt a powerful suction as it glued itself to his skin. "It will feel awkward at the beginning but you will grow used to it." explained the wolf after removing his device with a relieved sigh. "And my name is Dereck by the way; sergeant Dereck VanHevreyk." "Nice to meet you." grumbled Nick as he massaged his throat, hoping that alien piece of technology was doing its job properly.

"Great, now that we have taken care of the most pressing matters we're good to go." "Where are we going exactly?" "First we're going to pick up the others then we will head for the place where you will stay until we've decided of your fate." "How many other are there?" "Actually… only a few…" winced the wolf as they walked in an endless maze of identical corridors with the two soldiers on their back, escorting them. "How many?" asked Nick in a harsher tone, this time awaiting for the true answer. "Not many…" grumbled Dereck, willing to avoid that talk. "How many?!" roared Nick, so loud that everyone turned in their direction?" "Beside you and that Lyam gun… no one else." "You mean we are only TWO!" yelped Nick in awful revelation. "There were more survivors but they… met a tragic fate." "Yes that's the thing that tends to happen when you get shot."

Dereck didn't answer to that last provocation.

Two minutes later they were in front of a room guarded by ten heavily armed soldiers. "Is that security needed?" huffed Nick, glaring at the heavy armament. "It is… he had been quite troublesome." "Hehe… that's Lyam for you." "I mean he has already injured twenty person, five quite badly." "That's weird… it's not in his habits." "No one has been able to get close enough when he is awake; they had ,to knock him out every time they waited to do anything on him and keep him under heavy, constant surveillance."

Nick rubbed his chin. It was weird, it wasn't the kind of behavior he was expecting from the drake. He imagined Lyam having his way with some of these aliens, rutting them or dragging them in his dirty plays. Odd pictures of alien animals soaked in cum running away from the room in remnants of clothes popped randomly in his head, not picture of a ruthless monster attacking whatever dared to cross the border of his territory. "Speaking of the devil." huffed a soldier standing next to the door as a loud cry echoed in the corridor, triggering terrified chills in everyone's body. It was coming from the room. In an instant the door opened on three scared soldiers and two doctors rushing out. One was holding his right arm, drenched in blood as the last soldier threw some sort of grenade in the room before locking the door. As the door slammed shut, sealing itself Nick could hear a deep throaty rumble following the escaping team. "You see…" gasped Dereck, wiping the sweat of his forehead. "You see… no one has managed to get inside he has become overly aggressive." "Doesn't seem to be very friendly." chuckled Nick. "Indeed." huffed Dereck. "I bet you'll meet the same fate as these guys if you try to go in." "Shut up." "Come on everyone I'm taking bet. How much if that guy gets torn apart after entering?" shouted Nick, knowing that everyone had understood. Some shook head negatively, others chuckled and a few rose hands and exclaimed "A hundred credits!" "Thanks for the help guys I really appreciate." grumbled Dereck. Suddenly he froze and turned around, a bright evil smile illuminating his face. He seemed to have received a brutal enlightenment as he glanced at Nick. "No I have a better idea. Why don't you get in? Maybe he'll be more responsive to friendly faces." "Fuck… why did I expect you to say that?" "Evidence my dear." chuckled Dereck, rubbing his hands in enjoyment. "One hundred he gets eaten!" shouted a soldier as Nick approached the door where another antsy soldier was pointing his riffle at the sturdy reinforced metal panel as if it would burst open on the most terrifying beast of all.

It had him wondering; had Lyam changed so much, had he become a wild beast? Did his system failed, a critical failure without proper maintenance? He imagined him drooling, rumbling, watching his prey, him, from the shadows and lashing out where would be in reach. He gulped, freezing before the door. The guard rose a a questioning eyebrow, pointing at the door with his gun. Nick nodded slowly, doubting he still wanted to go in after all. The door slowly opened, sliding in an almost perfect silent. When the low swish ended on a loud "clack" sound as is vanished in the wall sounded like jaws snapping around something, cutting straight and clean like a perfectly sharpened executioner blade. "Good luck inside." threw Dereck with a thumb raised up. "Eat your tail." he snorted in answered. "So who is betting?" asked Dereck behind him as the door closed after he stepped in. The room was dark, only a set of emergency gleaning in the deep darkness, offering a minimalistic view of the large room, maybe three times larger than the one he had spent so many hours in. The first thing that struck him as he entered was the darkness and silence of the room. For a few seconds he was back in the tricky nights of the distant Sukal-Fahada planet and its immense dark sand deserts and plains where ambushes took place in the middles of their days lasting nights. He remembered these so long nights trying to spot the enemy in constant darkness, using defecting material. He shivered, was there even someone in that room?

Another odd detail jumped to his mind; this room, opposite to his seemed to have no electrical device. His right foot bumped into something, like a kart or something rather similar. He tried to find it in the dark and roamed around with his hands until they slammed into something rigid, tough made. After some prodding and probing he found a set of buttons. He pressed one, nothing happened, again; t:e same lack of any reaction. Suddenly he caught a smell, an acrid stench floating in the air, elusive in the otherwise thick air; the smell of burned electric devices and wires. This machine, whatever it was used for had melted, burned from inside. What could cause this? He tried to remember his old classes and suddenly gasped. An overload; a power overload; powerful enough to knock everything out for good. It had to be some sort of an EMP.

Then something else came to his nose, something he was familiar with, something potent, something musky, something which flavor had him unexpectedly tensing, stiffening. Lyam's scent. At least he was nearby, even rather close. He had no time to delve in deeper, a deep rumble rose from the side, bouncing on the walls, making him feel encircled, surrounded by a hungry pack of whatever creature it was. He threw rapid glances around him as he backed against a wall. Good, at least one less side from where he could be attacked. His gaze only encountered darkness so thick he couldn't get through. He was progressing in troubled waters.

Two lights glowed in the dark on his right side, diffusing a quite odd amber glow. At first he thought them as emergency lighting however something was off; they weren't aligned with the others and bore an amber color where the others were green. Even more disturbing these two glowing balls had a wide black area inside them, a blackness aimed right at him. His breath suddenly stopped, leaving him gasping in apnea. These two things were not lights; they were eyes, animal eyes. "Shit…" he winced. The things vanished for a brief instant, sinking in darkness. His instincts flared, his muscles stiffened. He jumped on the left, right as a set of white fangs appeared right where his head was an instant before, lacerating the tiles until they broke. The sound had him tremble, he felt like he was being ripped apart from a distance, like these claws had actually touched him. He rolled on the side, dodging another swipe, claws burying themselves in the ground, digging jagged lines where he used to be. He sighed but had no time to relief, the deep growl came back, closer this time, right above him. He rolled again and jumped back on his feet, hearing some more tile break under a heavy impact, something shoving everything away as it swayed like a whip. Nick knew for certain it had to be a tail. More claws tried to latch on him but only enclosed on empty air. He ran away, out of reach but what attacked him was fast and the room now felt so small, a mere narrow gap where he was trying to navigate. His hands hit something hard and cold. Another wall. He was stuck, the thing was right behind him, ready to deliver a probably deadly blow. He tried to dodge but hit another wall. A corner. He had no way out anymore.

He looked toward the creature, a meter away at best but blocking all ways out. Maybe if he rushed in its direction he could take it by surprise and try something. It was risky and reckless but what else could he do? He ran head first, straight toward the beast. A heavy weight slammed in his chest, all air fled from his lungs in a second as he fell backward, hit by a humongous force. He fell flat on his back, something heavy over him, pinning him under its weight. Nick tried to shove it away but the thing's grip was firm; his claws had wrapped around his arms and legs, paralyzing them for good; as long as he was on top of him at least. He tried to squirm away but claws pressing harshly against his limbs denied him, doing a great job of holding him still. He closed his eyes, feeling a bulky muzzle close in, as hot air billowed over his face with each powerful exhale. As it growled he felt the creature stance shift a bit, grip lightening upon his limb, not enough for him to squirm out of its grasp though, but enough to have him wondering if it was truly about to kill him. He heard like sniffing, like a hunter following a trail, finding the most interesting scent. Curious he opened his eyes; the creature was indeed sniffing him picking up something in his smell probably. From so close he could swear without a doubt it was Lyam. In silence he watched as the snout went down his body, sniffing his neck, his chest, his belly, going down slowly, his stance shifting each time he changed body part, his hind paws applying more pressure on his legs as his neck craned down to sniff at his lower region.

Although he expected it; it felt awkward to have that creature stopping abruptly and sniffing insistently at his private parts, taking deep inhale of his scent through his pant. He tensed, feeling that bulky snout burry itself in his pants, hot air washing directly over his groin. He couldn't help as the air temperature rose up around his member. The creature's sniffing became more intense, quicker, like he was actually starting to pant. Was it excitement? Arousal? Or a beastly satisfaction of having caught his prey? That he couldn't know but he didn't made himself illusions, it wasn't sounding good in either way. If Lyam had gone back to a wild state he was close to dead already and if he was horny he was good to be dragged in dirty dragon games against his will; even though that perspective didn't sound as bad as he thought. Something slimy made contact with his pant, leaving a wet trail behind as it quickly dashed over the thick fabric. His eyes bugged out in surprise. Had Lyam just licked him? Astonished he stared at the almost invisible dragon hidden in darkness, only locating him thanks to his glowing eyes. The dragon instinctively smelled his crotch. What was the purpose of it? He didn't know but he had no other choice better than to let him have his way for now. Slowly the pesky sniffing and leaking snout rose up again, sniffing loudly as it came back toward his head. At his own surprise Lyam buried his snout in the hollow of his neck, nestling himself nicely in, still taking deep whiffs of his scent. Somehow the sensation of those warm, soft scales against his sensitive skin felt good, almost plushy. If he had been able to he would have hugged him on the spot.

Slowly Lyam wiggled his muzzle away, going up, following the outline of his skull as he rubbed his scales in Nick's hairs, letting out low purr. Had he really enjoyed that? A strong stench gave a more than clear answer to that. Even in the shadow he could make a clear picture of the dragon's arousal at that exact instant; probably sporting a large erection jutting between his hind legs, demanding for attention. Hot air wiped his face, powerful gust billowing over his chilling skin as their gaze finally met. The expression in Lyam's eyes had changed, from the wild aggressive he had seen earlier nothing was left, instead his two amber irises were brightly glowing, illuminated by utter happiness, From where he was he could even ´hear his tail swishing rapidly behind him, moving a great volume of air around. In other circumstances he would have looked like a happy dog eager to play. "Nick…" he mumbled, like he hadn't use his vocal cords in a while. "Lyam." answered the human as the grip around his limbs vanished. His hands wrapped around the dragon's quite bulky snout, rubbing his scaly cheeks. "You… you're alive… he moped, something jetting his cheeks as he nuzzled Nick, letting out low chirps. "It's good to see you buddy." "I… I thought you were dead." he whined, squeezing Nick tight against him, dragging him in a rough cuddle. They stayed like this for some time, Nick's head resting on Lyam's soft chest as the dragon's head found a good spot on his back. "Are you alright?" Whispered Nick, fondling the dragon's neck. "I'm… I'm alright…" he sniffed, sobbing in sheer happiness "and you… I… I thought they had killed you." "No they just kept me for examination for all that time being." "Did they do… anything bad to you?" "Nothing… I… I don't know I was sleeping most of the time… and you… did they fix you."

"None of them could get close to me… I didn't allow that." he hissed "I couldn't let them lay their hands on me." "So you're just the same as before?" "I haven't changed, not even a scale." he whispered, a hint of pride transpiring in his voice. "Why is it so dark in here?" he asked. "A little… private joke." explained Lyam, giggling amusingly as all the light went back on with a loud rumble as power was brought back to every device in the room. Nick stared at Lyam as he smiled happily, proud of himself. "I have… what you call an EMP device inside of me." he explained, answering to Nick's silent request "It's one of my last defensive capabilities." "I'm curious of what else you can do." "Well I can lock myself down entirely for an extended duration which is comparable to a near death experience, only the vital systems remain active but in some sort of minimum mode. That's what I used when I was put in cryo stasis otherwise my system keeps operating at full speed." "I see…" "I can also restart my whole system which includes complete memory erasure." he added, sorrow filling his voice. "Sounds awful put like this." "It is… forgetting everything you were and restart from the beginning is an awful thing." "You can also disturb electric devices." "Indeed but it has a perverse effect. It… triggers a complete system restart because it… affects me as well." he whimpered. "You don't look really affected right now." "My augments just went back into default settings for the most and best parts… the rest just died." "Are you ok then?" "I'm pretty fine… I've just lost a few things and my motions are less precise but I'm still mostly the same." he answered, trying to sound calm and appeasing. "Why mostly?" "I lost a few useful modules but you won't see the difference… trust me."

Nick felt doubt seep in his head, Lyam sounded sincere but he felt something had already changed. "Why do I feel it's not the last thing you can do." "I… I can… In last resort blow up." "When you don't make other's head blow up with your lust." chuckled Nick. "I mean… seriously blow up… like a bomb." sighed Lyam, not catching the taunt or simply ignoring it. Nick took a few seconds to observe the dragon; he looked definitely bigger, stronger, more muscular than before. "Yes that growth management cramp is still glitched." he grumbled "so I keep growing and shrinking all the time… don't ask… yesterday I wasn't bigger than a kid and now… well I'm over you I guess." he supposed. "Speaking of which could you… let go of me?" "Yes… sure… although I really enjoy the contact…" "I know you have something in mind lusty drake." huffed Nick as he gently pushed Lyam off of him. "Come on… I know you wouldn't have mind?" he chuckled, widening his stance to offer a gorgeous view of his hard member to Nick. The long spire had grown according to his new size, drizzling pre steadily as his hefty nuts plumped in their sack. The dragon's devious grin was getting on Nick's nerves. "Jeeze Lyam do you ever stop being horny?" "Hehe… never…" he chuckled, letting out a Low purr as he slowly trusted in the air. "You'd better get rid of that before someone comes in?" "Who would you want to come in? They're scared of me." he chirped, adopting that same menacing stance, baring his fangs as he crouched low, back slightly arched. "You know with that big shaft between your legs it's hard to believe you." "Shut up… or I'll make you try that not so scary tool of mine." "You wouldn't dare." taunted Nick.

"You'd be surprise…" he giggled "I'm as dangerous with my dick as I am with my claws." "If it's not more." grumbled Nick as the dragon hovered over him. glancing down at him as his hard meaty member inching closer from his face. "I know you want it." "Lyam try to force me again and this time I swear to you you'll regret it." "Oh I'm scared." he huffed, mocking as always. The blow he received came as a surprise. He yelped in pain and backed away, wincing as he covered his nuts with his tail. "That hurts." he whimpered. "I warned you." huffed Nick as he got up. "Why have you done that?" "I helped you clear that lustful head of yours." "Bastard…" he hissed

Lyam darted his angry gaze at Nick, grimacing in pain as his member quickly retreated in the confines of his slit where it could be protected from any blow. Suddenly he frowned, staring at something intently. "I hadn't noticed that." he whispered "what have they done to you?". Nick froze, what did Lyam saw that he didn't? "What do you mean?" "You're covered of scars." whispered the dragon, reaching forward with a paw, his soft scales caressing a long straight whitish line along his neck. "That must surely hurt." he added with an unexpected benevolence. "Yes they managed to remove my chip… and all the sensors." "That's some fine piece of work." he murmured, slowly rubbing Nick's skin. However when the dragon's caresses became too sensual and the proximity of his warm body became too much to bear for Nick he shoved him away. "Nice try Lyam but it won't work this time." "Damn it. Well… at least I tried." he huffed disappointed "also… what's that thing on your neck?" "That thing? It's a translator to help communicate with them. It's quite handy otherwise you don't understand a thing of the shit tone of thing they're saying." "That's why your voice sounded weird to my ears. But… why are wearing that thing?" "Apparently they're eager to communicate with us." explained Nick, putting big inverted comas on the word communicate. "Why now?" "They'd like to apologize for the past events and start again on new relationships." "That's… understandable…` I mean we quite crossed their borders without permission. I mean whoever that dares to enter the consortium's territory undergoes the same treatment… in much worse."

"Also… apparently they consider you as a rare being of some sort and you're protected by some… bullshit agreement of some sort." "Me a rare being!" shouted Lyam, laughing loudly. But to Nick's ears it sounded empty. "Well… I mean… I know I'm pretty… unique…" he mumbled, a crimson blush warming his cheeks; spreading on his yellow and black scales with each word. "But I'm only a clone… a… a special one but just a pile of cloned flesh bulging with augment. Although that really flatters me…" "I knew it would." "Maybe we can use that to our advantage." added Lyam with a mischievous smile. "I know what you're thinking about." Sniggered Nick. "I've spotted quite a few with a really nice package between their legs. Beside I really do love fur… too bad they didn't give me when I was created." "I find you handsome with scales." replied Nick in the next instant. "You mean it?" "You're superb." "Thanks… I appreciate that." "And you seem to have healed pretty well." "Took me time but… indeed I'm healthy as best." chuckled Lyam. "So… what do we do now? Do we stare at each other until death?" asked Nick. "I don't know… actually… you came in… you must have good reasons I suppose and I bet you are… working for them." "They suggested you would react better to friendly faces." "They were right indeed." approved Lyam, nuzzling Nick's cheek. "So… do we get out?" asked Lyam, hi/ claws impatiently clicking on the tile floor. "ÙYes… I'd love to see their face when you'll come out with me." sniggered Nick like a child preparing an evil joke: "May I know why?" "They all bet I would fail." "Even in different universes soldiers are still so dumb." "Hey don't insult us." "Sorry… you felt aimed." giggled Lyam, still smirking deviously. Nick grumbled some words under his breath and knocked at the door. After a long minute it slid open on an astonished face. "Still alive." chuckled Nick, stepping out.

"And the… creature… I mean… Lyam?" asked Dereck, as shocked as the rest. "Give him a second… he is a bit of a shy guy." chuckled Nick, dashing on the side. In the room everyone could see two glowing amber spheres observing them defiantly. As Lyam came out of the room Nick was pleased to see them all stumble back, some clinging to their gun as Lyam appeared before them. In the narrow corridor Lyam looked much bulkier than he thought, tall to the point where he had to keep his neck low to not break through the roof. From what Nick remembered he used to be six to seven feet tall, now he looked closer to ten and his body had grown proportionally with it. He looked even out of place in that corridor. "It is… a pleasure to meet you." gasped Dereck "you… you don't mind if I don't… shake hand with you." "You still can try…" chuckled Lyam, offering a big paw to the wolf. After a few seconds of helpless staring at the sharp claws the wolf grabbed the paw and shook it vigorously. "Great now… shall we proceed? I'm feeling quite… oppressed in here"" "Yes… sure…" mumbled Dereck "We'll go to the roof then… I think you'll feel better at ease there." "I'd really appreciate to get some fresh air…" approved Lyam. Dereck led them in the corridors, a few guards following them at a respectable distance. "I… think you won't fit in the elevators. I hope you don't mind taking the stairs instead." suggested Dereck as they arrived near a large door. Lyam remained silent, throwing quick curious glances at everything around him. When they began the long slow ascension of hundreds of steps to get to the top Nick couldn't help but look behind, catching two odd yet completely opposite behavior. The two were throwing sneaky glances at each other's, spying on each other while the other wasn't looking. They both looked curious but not for the same reason. Where Dereck was more in an amazed, impressed even, astonished state being so close from such a being while Lyam had another curiosity of his be wanted to satisfy, a more lustful one as he kept trying to look below the wolf's tail.

When the dragon noticed the human had busted his naughtiness he only threw him a wry smile that meant "You're not gonna change me."

"You… you look definitely bigger than what I expected you to be?" "I take that as a compliment." purred Lyam, giving the furred anthro a quick but gentle nudge, long enough to make him gasp and almost miss the next step. "That was… unexpected as well…" "Sorry… did I scare you?" giggled Lyam "I'm pretty much a hugger so I adore physical contacts… hope you don't mind." "I… I don't… it was just… surprising…" mumbled the wolf, now making sure to keep his distance with the invasive creature, offering without knowing a gorgeous view of his under tail Lyam could stare at without fear of being spotted. "Perv drake" chuckled Nick, throwing a disapproving glare at Lyam. "I didn't lie to him… I am literally what I told him I was." "Nah I think you forgot quite a few things." "Oh really… like what?" "Let me count you some of the most… obvious." "I'm listening." "Let's see… pervert… trickster, constantly horny…" "I think you piss handsome, smart, intelligent, beautiful and playful." "That's not the adjectives I'd use to describe you." Huffed Nick. Unknown to them as they argued they arrived on the roof. It had nothing to envy to any building roof top, flat, covered of machineries, probably an air conditioning system and, on its center a wide helipad like platform surrounded by aa row of small guiding lights. "Could you wait here while I call in our transport?" "Sure…" they answered at the same time.

………

"Is this a fucking joke!" yelled Dereck. Before him, displayed on a small a holographic screen projected by a small device attached to his wrist was his mother, comfortably sitting in her chair, in her silent office, looking the most serious of the world after what she announced to him. "You're kidding!" he yelled, pissed off. Her facial expression didn't change a single bit, not a flinch, a cold impartial rock, unmovable, unbreakable. "What am I supposed to do with them now?" "This is our current issue." "Haven't you a safe place where I could drop them?" "Actually no." she sighed "We cannot let them roam freely around without surveillance." "Then put an escort with them I'm not gonna teach you your fucking job!" "The thing is their presence in the city isn't known and we cannot let any information slip until the enquiry is complete and all the light is made on them." "Which brings me back to my interrogation. WHAT THE HELL DO I DO!?" "Like I just said… since you don't seem to have heard we cannot just put them down somewhere and forget them." "So what then? They stay here?" "It could be a good option but… I don't think they would agree to that." "So what then!? I'm not going to house them in my place!" "Actually… that could be a good… temporary solution of course." "Is this a joke!? Are you making fun of me!?" "Do I look like I'm in a mood for jokes?" "That must be a nightmare." grumbled Dereck, throwing sneaky glances at the two aliens talking together. The beast looking one… Lyam kept staring at him from behind and that look was starting to make him feel very uncomfortable; that perverted glint in these amber irises was, getting more and more bothering. He gulped down and gave his mother a pleading look. "Please… is there no other solution?" "Not any appropriate one." she replied, still so professional "We're in presence of two representatives of new kinds and they must be treated as such." "In that case my place isn't suited for diplomatic matters."

"You have to understand Dereck that many civilians won't be agreeing to alien intrusions here. That's why all negotiation happened in secret place without information slipping past our walls but I'm sure you are aware of that." "I hate you mon…" he grumbled, begging the gods for a miracle." "Sorry Dereck…" she sighed again "I have no other available solutions." "And… the army?" "They want them dead." "Oh… that… is quite an argument." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "As long as they don't stay forever there… it's quite… messy…" "Is there something bothering you?" she curiously asked, frowning curiously. "Yes… one of them is creeping me out." "Alien species can be disturbing at first glance." "No… I mean… I'm afraid for my butt." "Dereck your language." she growled, darting blaming eyes at her son. "I'm serious! I think I'm gonna get screwed." he winced pitifully. The only reaction he got was a wide mocking grin. "I thought you didn't mind." Warmth flushed his cheeks as embarrassment made him scramble. His mother knew how to strike in the sensitive spots when she wanted. "I never said I'd enjoy being mounted by some alien animal!" "Dereck don't you think it's not appropriate to talk of these… sensitive… matters now." "You brought me on the subject." she sniggered, showing a hint of amusement for once."

………

"I think I like that guy." whispered Lyam when Dereck was out of ear reach. "Why do you say that?" sighed Nick, seeing that lusty smile on the dragon's lips. "He has quite a nice butt." "That's not an indicator of how good a person is." "I know… but I have a hunch I can trust him." "Don't you mean an urge to breed him?" "You read my mind." "It's an open book silly!" grunted Nick. "If I remember correctly… canine have quite some interesting tools." purred the dragon, his lusty gaze fixated upon the wolf's back. "Please… do have a knot." he moaned. "Lyam don't you ever stop fantasizing?" "Never…" he cooed, exposing his red cockhead poking out of his slit. “That's what humans lack… a fat bulbous knot to seal my hole during mating… but don't think I like them less." he purred, nudging his shoulder. "Lyam you are insane." he chuckled, patting that large snout. "No… just curious and… eager to discover." "Too eager."

As Lyam was about to answer Dereck's voice rose, covering the wind blows whistling in their ears. "Oh… I love him even more!" he groaned, more of his cock spilling out in a gush of his natural lubrication as his slit quivered around the emerging length. "What is turning you on so much?" "I love when the situation doesn't go the way the other want… you know that don't you?" "Bitchy manipulator." he huffed, pouncing Lyam's chin playfully. "Beside… I have a better ear than you and he forgot to shut his translator down so I understand everything and from what I hear… we're gonna spend a lot more time together." "Lyam you're so damn gross."

Nick caught a quick look from the wolf. "Actually I'm not the only one agreeing on that." "That's so offending"" he squeaked, fainting shock. And please get rid of that thing." "It's no use I'll be just as hard right after. You see one month without an actual relief is quite long and it starts to weight heavily on my balls." "Why didn't you masturbate? You seem to be very fond of that." "I'd honestly prefer a good hole to relieve my needs… like your ass…" "You're lucky I am not a qualified surgeon otherwise you'd be neutered." Don't you dare to touch these beauties." gasped Lyam "I know you like them too much to harm them." he cooed, dashing before Nick and wiggling his rump before him, making his heavy ball sack sway widely. "Don't tempt me I could smash them easily from that angle." "Dare to do that and I swear you'll lose yours." He hissed, looking menacing for the very first time. They glared at each other in silence, Lyam baring his fangs in defiance, his claws gripping the concrete like material with an impressive strength, forming tiny cracks where they sank. "Excuse me gentlemen our transport is coming could you please follow me?" "Sure…" they grumbled, throwing the other a last glare.

They followed the wolf near the helipad yet no ship was inbound. "So… where is that transport?" "It should arrive in a minute or two.

Nick leaned over one of the units, observing that strange sky. Contrary to what he had seen before the sky there was partially hidden by some sort of a blue net which meshes bounded and tangled over his head, forming a tall protection barrier. "Impressed?" Asked the wolf as he followed his gaze. "No… curious." "It's our… roof… if you wish." "Quite a big one." "That's what prevented you from seeing us." explained Dereck "It also deflecs shots… or rather most of them and provide a great cover in case of a meteorite rain." "It does happen?" "Quite often and it's a beautiful yet risky show to watch." "Doesn't it have another use?" "Indeed Lyam you're right it's; also our main protection against the forest's constant growth and expansion."

Suddenly the loud rumble of engines cut their conversation short, covering all other sound. Above them a large ship had come to a stationary flight and was slowly lowering itself down upon the landing platform. It was quite ugly and bulky, painted in a dark grey, two powerful engines were holding the obviously heavy vessel in the air, pointing down and spitting blueish flames along with powerful gusts of heated air. "It's… not what I expected." mumbled Lyam, taking a step back or two. "Sorry but that's the only one I could get where you would… fit in. Don't be offended." "It's fine… I admit I'm… quite… big right now. It's not my normal size though otherwise I'm around your height."

The ship landed on the pad without issue and the back ramp opened, revealing what looked like a cargo hold. They entered, protecting their face from the exhaust gases.

………

Ten minute later they were flying high in the sky. They had left the dome by a hole forming just for them before resealing itself after their "passage". Outside they found themselves in the same jungle that looked to have extended its roots everywhere, only smaller domes were noticeable, scattered through the lands, probably production factories or faros. "Why is everything is so… far from the city?" asked Lyam; observing the landscape by the small rounded window. "All our cities are built in the same fashion. It's to avoid too great damages in case of a bombing or any natural disaster. If a district is damaged the other won't suffer the same amount." "Clever…" mumbled Lyam "And how do you go from one place to another?" "By air or by subways."

Lyam nodded in acknowledgment, losing himself in the contemplation of that unknown planet he hadn't seen before. "Fascinating…" he whispered.

………

Half an hour of a heavy silence rhythmed by the rumbling noise of the engines later they entered another of the city "districts". Dereck informed them it was the district Four, a habitation district where a million inhabitants were living. Trusting his words it was a nice place to live in, there was an almost constant good mood and a general cheerful behavior. The district was divided in several parts; the outskirts were formed of large neighborhoods where comfy houses and low buildings were forming patches of color. The closer to the center they were, the taller the buildings became, turning into high sky scrapers rivaling in prettiness and overall clever and extravagant architecture. The ship landed a bit roughly on a helipad on a roof top. They almost ran for the stair case since at that altitude the wind was strong enough to blow them away. "Is everyone alright?" "I'm too heavy to be carried away so easily." sniggered Lyam,. However it was obvious for Nick that he had shrank; from ten feet tall he was doing only height now.

They descended a few floors before engaging in a narrow corridor were a dozen of doors were facing each other on both sides. He stopped in front of the fifth one on the left and expertly pulled out a key from his pant pocket. That detail intrigued Nick. Why that guy did had a key on him all along? Also he seemed familiar with that place. The door opened in silence. "Please come in!" he shouted from inside. Lyam was the first to take a peek inside. Instantly he backed away, his tail slamming involuntarily in the wall behind him. "What the…" he gasped. Nick looked inside; what he found was a small flat divided in four rooms. The main room was a mess, clothes were scattered everywhere, dirty dishes had been left on a table, the air was thick with sweat and other rancid smells. It was like entering the lair of an animal. "Sorry for the mess. I wasn't expecting to have someone else in today." he apologized, running inside the living room, fussing at cleaning what could be cleaned, removing the clothes and dishes. "Is this a joke?" Asked Nick, taken aback by the situation. "A really pleasant one that is." purred Lyam "I love that potent wolf scent." he added, taking deep inhales in the musk filled air. "Please Lyam don't make that situation more awkward." growled Nick. The dragon ignored his request but had the gentleness to make his inhales and purrs more discreet. "Don't worry it's as awkward and unexpected for me as it is for you." sighed Dereck, dashing in the door way. "Is this your home?" asked Lyam, excitement peaking in his voice when he tried to look curious." "It is." "Why are we there?" asked Nick suspiciously. "Is it the way it works here?" "Not really." admitted Dereck, obviously embarrassed and ashamed of the state of his home. "Usually people… like you are put in more fancy places but io your case there were a few issues." "I don't mind." cut Lyam before anyone else had a chance to talk. "I appreciate your place all the same."

"Do you… do you mean it or it is just… to make up for my place's… depraved state." "I mean it with all my heart. I don't feel at ease in fancy place I look even a bit… odd there so… this place… is much more than fine." "I gladly thank you for your honesty Lyam."

They entered. Overall; the strong wolf stench and general dirtiness put aside the small flat was really nice, composed of three rooms, a large main room including ¤he living room and kitchen, two rooms and a bathroom. Nick sat on the couch Dereck had just cleaned of all the things cumbersome it; making enough room as well for Lyam. Nick spent some time analyzing the room around, a large screen on one wall, another wall made entirely of glass opening on a small balcony next came the kitchen, compact but practical, and the last wall, covered of old pictures and posters. Dereck had vanished in one of the bedroom, probably preparing it for tonight. Otherwise he couldn't pick much more details about the wolf. The only thing in that flat he swore he identified was a square black box near the Screen with, put on top a pair of controllers. "Remember that?" he asked, gently tapping Lyam's shoulder as he pointed at the two devices. "You bet! How could I forget such an easy victory." he chirped, grabbing one controller in between two paws like it was the most precious thing this world had to offer. "Wanna play?" asked a voice coming from behind. They gasped; Lyam dropped the controller in their surprise as he fell forward, jumping from the couch, triggering a burst of laughter. Dereck was watching them from above, hit two hands gripping the couch. His fur was stained with sweat and stuck together as a heavy scent filled the air where he was. "By the stars! You… you almost got me a heart attack!" panted Lyam, rolling on his back to glare angrily at the wolf." "Sorry… it wasn't my intention. I just wanted to know if you were interested in doing a few games… since you looked pretty fascinated by this." "We had similar one so we know what it is." grumbled Lyam, taking back his place on the couch. "So… do you agree then?" asked Dereck, deviously smiling. "Of course! We could all enjoy some fun time!" replied Nick. "Sadly there are only two controllers so I guess one of us will have to sit there and watch." sighed Lyam.

"No worries I must have one or two more somewhere nearby." answered Dereck.

After a few minutes of fumbling in his mess he found it and in no time a third controller was plugged to the console.

"Hey Lyam don't break that one!" shouted Nick as the game started "We don't have an endless supply of these!" "Go eat your cock Nick." he huffed. "Yes… please… don't damage it." winced Dereck, a grimace of worry twisting his traits "these things cost an arm."

Lyam chuckled and wrapped his claws around the plastic made device "I'll be gentle."

Ten minutes later shouts and laughs were spurting out through the room, intertwined to the loud noises of the game. They started gentle; a racing game. It was a bid childish but fun all the same and they found themselves more focused on the game than they thought they would at first glance on the title screen. "Ouch… took that one in the butt." grimaced Dereck as his small ship flipped over. "Hang on there is more coming!" Yelled Lyam. Dereck's lower jaw dropped as he was thrown over the edge of the road. "Din you team up against me?" he shouted. "Nah just a matter of luck… see." chuckled Lyam. "Hey I thought we were on the same side!" shouted Nick as his own kart flew over the edge, tumbling in infinite space, wiped away by a vicious blow. "Bastard…" he hissed. "Relax… we'll get him at the next turn." whispered Dereck winking slyly. "Seriously guys try at least it's way too easy!" bragged Lyam as he crossed the finish line, sprawling even moron the couch as he greeted himself, throwing imaginary flowers above him. "Move your fat ass from here I can't sit!" yelled Nick, squashed between the couch's edge and a large scaly rump. "Leave some space to the winner." growled Lyam in reply. "We're not done yet… there's still one last race." chuckled Dereck as he set the next and final destinations. "It will be as easy." sighed Lyam, overconfident. And indeed the next race quickly became a nightmare for Lyam. The two others had obviously teamed up and did a great job of keeping him behind, at the far end of the scoreboard as he was constantly blown up, thrown away or simply slowed down. Inside he was clearly boiling, throwing these two enraged glares but still he tried to keep up some kind appearance and smiled quite amusingly.

He wasn't surprised to finish last but he got what he deserved for being so pretentious and he didn't mind that kick in the butt as a retaliation. "Yeah! So can mister winner move his oversized ass away from me?" "Fine…" he huffed.

The session went on and on for countless hours. One by one they tried all the games Dereck had in store, going from that old school racing game to a complex cooperative game where Lyam's intellect truly shined and where his lack of dexterity truly showed itself as he tried to find the correct button combinations on the controller with his claws to just drop an item. His teeth gritted as he tried everything to get his character to drop the bottle he was dumbly holding in his hand “Come on come on… drop it you idiot!" he yelled at the screen “NOOOO don't drink it dumbass!!! Oh crap… guys… I think I'm sick" “Don't tell me you just drank the glue." “Ehhh… just a bit." “Lyam… you'd better run!" yelled Nick; the character he was playing rushing toward Lyam with an axe in hand “I think I'm gonna have some fresh meat for my meal" “AHHHH! Leave me alone I'm not tasty you don't want to eat me!" “Come back here I'm gonna make a coat of your butt!" “Someone help me." “Seriously guys calm down." Laughed Dereck; dropping his controller on the floor as he flopped on his belly; his body twisted in laughter. Even though they didn't really know each other they all appreciated that moment, a pure instant of happiness after all the tragic and tensing events. Lyam felt… relaxed, more than he had ever been, like… at home… in some sort of a safe place. Dereck on his side was still bothered by these two aliens he was sheltering but was slowly coming to like them a lot. How could a kind that smiled and laughed so frantically could be eager for a war? He realized how fooled, how mislead he had been, along with all the other of his kind. For once they had nothing to fear from these strangers.

On his side Nick was a bit more reserved, still suspicious but slowly dropping his guard, softening. For once he was out of troubles, no endless mission to care about and accomplish for minor rewards in the end; no patrols in the darkest, most creepy corners of a shitty place, fearing an all-to-possible ambush. For once it was all calm and joy; no more mission, no more orders, no more superiors barking at you, no more military hierarchy, just him, a weird lusty drake, and an alien wolf sharing a magic instant of obliviousness. By the stars and all the deities of the universe did it felt good!

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Several hours of intense gaming later (seriously)

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"Oh crap it's quite late!" gasped Dereck, making a small clock appear on the screen. Even though written in their unknown glyphs Nick could without a doubt agree on the advanced time. The entire room was plunged in thick darkness. Outside the blue sky and the twin suns had left the stage, offering now a moonlit sky, an immense veil of obscurity. Through fluffy looking clouds quick glimpses of stars and strange astral events could be seen. The protective shield was faintly glowing, providing a small amount of light, giving the sky a weird midnight blue color in the otherwise perfectly black sky. Below, floors below the city was a bright star shining in the dark, a lighthouse emerged of a deep, dense forest. From that privileged position he could even see another part of the city, shining as brightly as well. Was it a common thing to use so many lights? "You're wondering right?" Asked Dereck like he had just red his mind. "Indeed." "May I know about what?" "Well… all these lights…" "Aren't they magnificent?" he asked with a curious raised eyebrow, waiting for a convincing answer. Yick threw another quick glance at the city sprawling below, reaching o the farthest he could see. The street were a constant multicolor luminescence of bright, almost aggressive colors and shades reflecting on the buildings, giving the city a magic, almost holy glow, like it was constantly basking in a light. "I don't get the purpose of all that." "It's simply to protect us." "It's an odd way to protect; you're even easier to notice with your cities shining so bright." "From above indeed but from the ground it is a necessary precaution." "Could you develop a bit more?" Asked Lyam, his snout leaning over Dereck's shoulder. The dragon had rather sleepy eyes but still looked curious and interested… and eager to trick as always. "You had quite a good demonstration of the dangers of our lands." chuckled Dereck "So I think you should be aware of that too."

"You mean the jungle right?" asked Nick, yawning loudly. "Exactly." "I… Don't remember much…" admitted Lyam, looking even more curious. "You were sleeping the entire time lazy drake!" shouted Nick. "Oh yes that's right… and I had an entire crowd to carry me." "We could just have let you there." Spat Nick in reply. "You wouldn't have dared… I'm too important." "Wrong; that's what's in your head that is important silly." "Don't tease me on that subject Nick." Hissed the dragon, his muscles stiffening as he glared menacingly. "That's enough!" shouted Dereck, intervening between the two. "To enlighten you Lyam the jungle you crashed in is as much a prized beauty envied by many but it is as well a constant threat to us, a sprawling beast lurking everywhere on this damned planet." "What kind of danger can a bunch of trees be?" grumbled Lyam "A bit of fire would be more than enough to wipe it all out." "If only it was that simple." sighed Dereck, looking at the endless jungle stretching far further than the horizon. "Firstly it's very dense and hard to get through; the wood is tough, the canopy is thick, these rooted grounds are giant traps… just daring to cross the borders of the jungle and step inside is almost a death wish." “So… if I understand well… all in all these trees were made rugged and created to last eternally." Suggested Lyam, nervously clutching a pillow. "Exactly but… that… long life is quite a problem for us. You see since they live for millenniums we hardly notice when one goes down and yet that vegetal pest keeps growing, extending it's roots to our villages."

"I see… but… what's the matter?" mumbled Lyam. "And you're supposed to be a thousand time more intelligent than any human! What a dumb scientist:" shouted Nick, just for the pleasure of taunting the drake. "Excuse me. I didn't got to see any god damn thing of this forest. Quick reminder I was FREAKING DYING if you had forgotten." "Oh yeah that's right." chuckled Nick. "Guys please don't argue… there is no need to… just let me explain." "Fine… as long as that pesky human doesn't bother me." hissed Lyam. “Fine I'll shut my mouth." "Then… shall I proceed?" "Sure… we're listening aren't we?" "Well… the thing isn't the forest itself. In fact it gives us plenty of food, materials, medicine, everything we once and still need now. Although the real troubles come from the climate of this planet. To make it short and, as you must have noticed when it rains here it's… one hell of a mess if you allow me these terms." "I couldn't agree more." chuckled Nick. "What do you mean?" "Something these cursed trees have enough force to rip apart an entire reinforced, extra tough made vessel compartment in a matter of second when it did survive a canon shot, an antimatter blast and a reactor meltdown and a fall of several hundreds of miles through a planet's atmosphere without breaking to pieces." "Oh…" "And those god damn trees tore it apart like this." Nick furiously grabbed something that looked like a sheet of white paper and tore it to tiny shards he threw at Lyam's face. "Do you get the idea now?" "Yes… I do." "And it isn't even the worst yet." "How bad can it be?" "You haven't seen the effect of the rain on these things." sighed Dereck, lifting himself up from the couch and reaching out for a holographic tablet as he kept speaking. "No one knows for sure what causes it but whenever it starts raining the forest becomes even more ravenous, putting everyone in a life threatening danger." "It's… still hard to believe." "Maybe with that you'll acknowledge." he grunted, handing Lyam the tablet. The dragon's face froze maws agape on a blank cry as he stared wide eyed at the series of picture "défilant" on the screen. Curious Nick leaned over Lyam to see and in turn he froze, shivering in fear, not a stupid fear, no… true fear.

On the screen one picture, one awful picture. The resolution was poor and the angle bad, like taken on the move from a shaky airship and the camera was somehow blurry, wet. The whole scene was plunged in a creepy atmosphere, amplified by the dark sky crossed by white streaks. Huge mushrooms of thick black smoke were rising from the ground, spiraling toward the darkening sky. But the main thing was what was standing in the center of the photo. A city, or rather ruins of it, shattered buildings, broken walls ripped bridges and other structures, cracked roads… only destruction and despair could be seen. Everything had been meticulously destroyed, reduced to a pile of wreckages. However what was outstanding, horrible was what had caused this massacre, this chaos. From the torn apart sky scrapers protruded entire tree branches, flowers and leaves crept over the walls, roots burst from opened halls, digging in the shattered concrete or paved ground. Large pools of "trouble" liquid had replaced houses where roofs had collapsed, filling entire penthouses and cascading down in the streets along the slick buildings. Patches of vegetation could be seen everywhere, in the streets, on the balconies, on the roofs, growing straight from yet the sterile buildings, multicolor flowers opening thirstily toward the apocalyptic sky. Entire structures were on the brink of collapsing; only holding thanks to giant trees sustaining it after they grew in the deserted places.

"My goodness… what happened here?" gasped Lyam, staring helplessly at the ravaged city. "Something we weren't prepared for." sighed Dereck. "It was five years ago if I remember correctly but… it wasn't here… it was on the other side of the planet, thousaands of miles away." "That forest is nasty." hissed Lyam. "These trees are fucking wooden devils." "Indeed…" "So what caused such a disaster? I don't imagine dumb trees deciding to take down an entire city on their own." "Indeed no… it was due to a… tragic chain of events. There were important storms in that area and reports of heavy rains; so much rain in fact that the safety measures were triggered at their highest possible level to prevent a catastrophe but… nothing went the way it should have." What do you mean?" "Lightning struck one of the shield generator `which resulted in it shutting down." "Aren't you equipped to deal with that kind of situations?" wondered Lyam, astonished. "We are but… apparently the emergency was out for maintenance or some similar bullshit. In the end the jungle broke in and spread through the city at light speed. When the evacuation order was given there were already thousands of dead; it was the greatest catastrophe in our entire history." "Oh by the stars…" mumbled Lyam, shaking as he held the tablet in his claws, ivory tips threatening to pierce the rather fragile device. "Hey easy with that!" yelled Dereck, ripping it from Lyam's hands. "Sorry…" mumbled the shocked dragon as he kept throwing glances outside, analyzing the protective shield covering the city in its glowing shell. "Relax Lyam there is no reason to worry anymore: we have found many different ways to prevent such tragedy to occur again."

Even though Lyam nodding, acknowledging the reassuring words Nick could clearly see his terror, his lips twitching in a nervous grimace as his claws played with a cushion. A loud gurgling noise interrupted his deep thoughts. The three of them stared at each other in turn to figure out who was the source of that sound. Embarrassment flushed their face as skin and scales alike turned a deep crimson red. Slowly Lym dipped his head in embarrassment. "Sorry… I'm… getting quite … hungry."

A heavy silence followed his words as all eyes fell on him, glaring intensely at the crouching low dragon. Nick was suspicious, trying to see if there was any hidden meaning in the dragon's words. Brutally Lyam's gaze crossed his. Instantly he stumbled back, looking at Nick like he had been accusing him. "I mean food… nothing else… what were you imagine." he mumbled, blushing profusely. "I don't know… knowing you I expected something more… how to say that… more like you." "Why do you mean…" he hissed defensively. Dereck listened to the small exchange with caution. The tension between the two was perceptible but he didn't know what the starting point of the animosity between them was. Lyam was barking in a defensive stance, darting his eyes on Nick with defiant insistence. He had to put an end to it before it got any worse. "Anyway guys no need to argue; I'm gonna cook something." The next instant the two aliens were staring at him in shock. "Oh… crap± I didn't realize you may not like the food from here." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Can't be worse than what we had back on the ship." huffed Lyam with a disgusted glare. "Oh yeah you still remember that." chuckled Nick replied. "You bet… that was the worst time of my life." Nevermind… I'm gonna … try to cook something simple and we shall see if you like it." "Fine… we'll just sit here and chill." grumbled Lyam.

Dereck quickly eclipsed himself in the tiny adjacent kitchen, fumbling everywhere to put together a descent peal. There was definitely something odd with these two, something that made that whole situation all the more awkward and disturbing. That tension between these two totally opposed creatures was unusual and the source of it seemed buried deep, somewhere he didn't want to explore. However something else was bothering him ever since the two strangers had entered in his life. Most of his concerns came from Lyam, beside his doubts on the veracity of Lyam's story he had been told he had been rapidly raising his suspicion. At first glance he had thought Lyam was simply a really open minded person compared to that furless other alien but… it had turned out to be something else. While they were playing he had noticed Lyam acting weirdly, earning silent scolding from Nick. He had been keeping a close eye on the two strangers under his surveillance, more than enough to spot a few awkward behaviors. For instance Lyam had spent most of his time sprawled on the couch or leaning on it, his large scaly body sprawled in plain view. He had lost count of how many times he had caught a short but intense glance at some parts of a dragon anatomy he would have preferred to never see. A clear memory, like a rock dropped in the middle of a calm lake came back to him in full force. He could see himself turning his head to the side, looking for something just to be met with a sight to behold. He discovered, standing in between the widely spread hindlegs a puffy, moistened slit, right above a large taut sack where he could distinguish the rounded, hefty nuts resting in their leathery pouch. Not to mention a sudden burst of a thick aroma, an intoxicating scent that filled every cubic centimeter of breathable air. A potent male stench showing the virility of its owner.

His nostrils helplessly flared when he took an involuntary whiff in the potent scent. Instantly Lyam started staring at him like he had been waiting for it all along, his eyes showing no hint of shame or denial where some other would have hid he instead took a more enticing stance with his hindquarter in full view, showing off like a model posing for naughty pictures. Dereck had made a quick job of ignoring and trying to erase that odd instant, that perverted image of a dragon displaying himself willingly… for him. Yet he couldn't do anything for the thick animalistic musk filling his air, becoming increasingly strong with each minute near that beast. What was Lyam trying to do? Was he getting… excited, was the thrill of gaming and winning enticing more than he imagined. He wouldn't have minded if the dragon had left to relieve his own tension. But instead he remained by his side. Did he think offending to admit his own lust, whatever was turning him on or was he trying something else? Still what he did like in that dragon was his obliviousness to common rules, he didn't show any embarrassment neither shame and when his friend threw him angry glances, silently ordering him to stop he simply and casually answered with a wry smile of his. Yet all these settled looks they exchanged behind his back, the many apologetic smiles from Nick; did he knew what Lyam was trying to do, was it… in some way bad or threatening to his safety.

Beside he was surprised to notice a cloned creature had a gender and even genitals, he would have thought they'd be genderless, only made for restless labor and obedience where these pesky things would keep disturbing them. But still he wasn't familiar with that technology, maybe Nick's kind gave them a gender to ensure some sort of reproductive cycle and avoid having to recreate thousands of new clones everyday… a cheap solution in fact.

………

"Are you done playing you nasty game you lusty lizard!" hissed Nick in a low whisper, pulling Lyam by the crest on his chin, tugging on it until the dragon complied and met his gaze. "I don't see what you're talking about." he chuckled, swiftly escaping Nick's grip. "Don't try to ply innocent with me Lyam we both know what you're trying to do and I won't let you drag him in your nasty games Lyam." "Unlike you he doesn't seem to mind getting teased a little bit… I'm even almost sure he enjoys it." "What is wrong with you?! What do you have a cock in your god damn head?" "Do you really want to know." he hissed, a paw slowly sneaking its way to his crotch where it started to rub his wet slit, parting the thick folds to reveal his glistening pinking inner flesh. "Lyam don't even dare to do that here." "Or what?" he growled, dipping two claws in his overflowing slit. "You are so bucking gross." "I'm horny." "Doesn't excuses everything idiot." "You want to know what is wrong with me? Fine then." hissed Lyam, removing his paw from his groin, his scales gleaning slightly, drenched in slimy fluids clogging to his palm. From the now gaping and loosened slit. Nick could see the tip of a red spire parting the thick folds. "I haven't had sex in a month or so." "Which mean?" "That I'm horny as hell!" he let out, holding back to not scream out loud. "And…?" "And I am fucking pent up right now and I can barely hold it back." "Still you could have relieved yourself sooner; you had plenty of time in that one month." "True… but nothing equals the intimacy and pleasure of mating… the contact of two bodies, 'shared warmth and passion as some parts of us interlock in others… you see." "Don't make me a draw I understand." gasped Nick, surprised by the way the dragon described the act. "Sounds much nicer in your mouth." he mumbled as a tent started forming in his pants.

Lyam chuckled slowly, cooing in delight as his claws dug in his slit again, forcing more fluids to ooze out. "Oh… oh yes…" he moaned, rubbing rapidly as the first inches of hard flesh appeared in the light as his other paw cupped his leathery sack, massaging his two nuts, gently tugging at the sack. "You seem to think I'm only a ravenous beast craving for a hard cock to stuff my ass but… although I appreciate rough pounding I love taking it more slowly and just… enjoying it all the same. Speaking of which I never went rough on you." "You mean I never went rough on you." chuckled Nick, rectifying the dragon's speech. "Indeed." "Weirdly I remember you begging me to breed you harder." "Details details… wait until I get on top of you." "Who said I'd allow that." "You didn't mind when I offered you." "Yes but I never agreed to get my ass full of your meat." "Oh really… well… I thought it would be normal to return the favor." he purred, his snout finding a warm place to nudge in Nick'' neck. "You are gross Lyam you know that." "Hehe… that's why you like me… I know how to tickle that naughty part of you… which button to press to turn you on…" he cooed, so close to his ear as his slippery tongue began lapping over his sensitive skin, triggering light shivers all over his tensed body. "You mean you know how to get my fist in your pretty face." "It's just a question of point of view." "Oh please… no philosophy." "I'm not in the mood for that anyway." whispered Lyam, pressing his scaled frame closer to the human. "I'm more in a… naughty mood." "That I had noticed." "Come on… don't tell me you are not interested… you never did mind before." "Start by pulling it out of your mad brain I never agreed to it. Firstly you dragged me in your nasty plays." "It wasn't a smart move I admit… but it was the only way I found to tell you." "You weren't smart enough to figure out a gentler way?" "No… I did try… but you weren't receptive." "I personally remember you being your usual self, horny and eager." "Well… when we were in that cinema… watching that movie… well… I did try." "You just asked me how I found you." "It was… an attempt to tell you my feelings but… I… I didn't dare to go further… you looked so angry… and I was getting uncomfortable with it as well." "You embarrassed!" laughed Nick, patting the dragon's head amusingly. "It happens… from time to time…"

"So you took it the hard way." "I know… I should have done it differently but… you didn't help either." "Me! What have I done?" "You made me feel embarrassed… ashamed of myself even; so I… told myself screw it let's give it a try." "And you trapped me and have your fun with me." "You loved it." he hissed, his sticky paw reaching Nick's crotch, wetting the thick fabric of his pants with his potent pre-cum "like you love this instant." Nick couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth as the dragon squeezed his hardening member in his warm slick paw, his body pressed sideway against his clothes, his wet slit grinding against his leg , leaving trails of wetness behind, staining the fabric in deep with his virile musk. His reptilian neck was kinda wrapped around him, his snout resting heavily on his other shoulder, like he had tried to wrap himself around him. The New position was weird, odd, most of the dragon's heavy body pressing against him, forcing him in a more submissive position; it was almost like Lyam was trying to mount him. "What are you trying to do?" "Getting comfortable…" he snickered, putting more weight on the straining human, as if he wanted to crush him.

"Hmm hmm… excuse me…" called a voice coming from behind them. With relief Nick felt a heavy weight being removed from his back as Lyam yelped in surprise. He threw a quick glance behind. Dereck was observing them, his puzzled look showing how much bizarre Nick and Lyam looked to him. He didn't know what the meaning of their action was, what was the purpose of it? Was Lyam trying to hug his friend? They why did he had a paw gripping nick's pants near where genital organs usually rested? Did they even had genitals there? Then… if Lyam was hugging… maybe wrestling with Nick why did Nick look so angry and overall pissed off. Nevertheless Lyam seemed terrified, as if he had just seen a ghost or a terrifying creature. Even weirder he had his tail curled inward, covering the place where he saw that slit earlier. Were these two making out? Were these two planning on doing naughty things in his liviog room? The thought both discussed him and tickled his curiosity. He couldn't deny that his two guests had been a source of fascination since they entered, both bothering and amusing him. "What was that for?" moped Lyam, rolling back on his paws. "Sorry… my intentions weren't to scare you; are you alright?" "I'm fine… I just almost had an heart attack… for the second time of the day but otherwise I'm perfectly fine." "Glad to hear it." "Anyway what do you want?" "I just wanted to inform you that dinner was ready if you'd like to eat something." "We are coming." chirped Lyam in answer, a loud approving gurgle following his words. "I don't know… I'm still a bit antsy about eating some alien food." "Can't be worse than what we had on the ship." "Hehe… that's true." chuckled Nick, getting up as well, giving Lyam's snout a gentle pat, even though the dragon seemed reluctant at first he eventually ground back in the palm caressing his scales. "It left quite an impression on you." "Don't remind me." huffed Lyam, separating with a growl.

Dereck turned around and left, knowing that the two would come soon join him around the table. As he walked away, his powerful ears picked the last words his two guests exchanged. "By the stars… it was one hell of a close call." "Lyam you are nasty."

What did they meant?

………

Nick looked away as Lym lifted a hindpaw, revealing in full view his large erection standing proudly between his hindlegs, glinting slightly in the light, the flesh soaked in deep with his musky lubricant, the pointed head oozing with pre as the lobes of his inflating knot became more prominent. "Lyam you are nasty." "Oh really… I remember that you enjoyed it quite a lot." he purred, wiggling his butt enticingly, his hard member twitching in time with his sensual motions. "I remember someone using its hands… and even his mouth on it and enjoying it quite a lot." "Don't take your dream for realities Lyam." "Oh but this is no dream." he cooed, taking a more exposed stance, showing off his leaking shaft, pre already forming wet patches on the floor. "Can you stop leaving that stuff everywhere it's dirty." "Shut up it's nothing. It gives the air here a more… pleasant scent. Beside it's not like I was an animal relieving myself everywhere." "Isn't it what you're doing right now?" "Nick don't tease me…" he rumbled, snarling defiantly "It's not the kind of relief I'm talking about." "Oh… ok I get it." "Speaking of which… *gasp* I should ask our nice host where I could spill all that…it's kinda getting hard to bear." "Could you wait until we've filled our bellies first please? I'm starving." "Surely… I'm hungry as well… but if you wish… I can give you a little appetizer." he chuckled, exposing his full mast penis intently. Nick couldn't deny that the sight, smell and dirty talk of the dragon were all-in-all enthralling him more than he would dare to admit. "Stop that Lyam!" "Too bad… I would have gladly fed you with my seed.". Nick grimaced; looking away as the dragon kept teasing him, letting out enticing moans as he posed before him. "Quit it Lyam you're getting really annoying and smashing these two eggs seems even more tempting than usual." "Don't you dare touch them!" "So stop your pointless attempts you're only getting under my skin.".

"Fine… I just hope he won't mind our little leaky friend here." "Could you stop talking about your freaking cock please?" "Sorry…" he sighed, heading straight into the kitchen.

A minute or so later the three of them were sitting around a square metallic, shiny table, observing the content of their plate. The sight of a cloned dragon sitting on his butt on cold tile floor; an anthro wolf and a human sitting on uncomfortable chairs was rather fun to watch. In a complete silence they observed what had been cooked for them: a large portion of meat, a few vegetables, nothing much in appearance. Nick prodded at the meat with his knife, finding it surprisingly consistent. "Hmmm… looks tasty." purred Lyam, drooling over his plate, his flared nostrils taking in the bloody scent of meat." "I knew you would like it. Go in… take a bite." "With pleasure."

Without further hesitation Lyam buried his snout in his plate and, in a swift motion grabbed a hold of the large piece of meat and, on a loud clacking noise cut a big lump of reddish flesh. Both gulped down as they watched Lyam's powerful jaws in action, cutting with a chirurgical precision through the thick meat, ripping large portions of it into shreds. The dragon was indeed starving as he hungrily devoured whatever fell under the reach of his powerful maws. Loud mastication noises filled the silence as the two other tried to eat. "Is he always so noisy?" grumbled Dereck, hesitant to eat, probably grossed out by the dragon's oblivious aad impolite nature. "I don't know… but it's kinda repugnant." "I gladly approve that."

Soon after the meal was done and, to Nick'and Lyam alike the meal had been tasty and overall good and they were now leaning back, digesting in silence. "I'm filled up." let out Lyam, muffing a burping noise. "With the amount you ate it's perfectly normal silly!" "I have to admit you seem to be a heavy eater. I never suspected a cloned creature could eat so much." "Being a clone doesn't mean we cannot enjoy some food. Although what you say is correct I don't need to feed like you but I'd rather share the moment with you. I mean it would be mean for me to remain in my corner when we're so gently invited." "Pfff… like I had the choice"" huffed Dereck. "But you have been doing wonderfully until now" greeted Lyam, his words transpiring honesty. "Well… now that we have eaten what do you wish to do?" Asked Dereck with a slightly forced smile.

"Actually I'd really appreciate some sleep." replied Nick, hidding a yawn behind a hand. "Actually I'd like to rest as well." approved Lyam. "It's fine; I'll show you your room then." "Wait our room?!" Yelled Nick. "Well… as you can see my place is rather small and I don't have a lot of space to offer you so… you'll have to share a room. But if it's too much for you… and if you want more privacy… I'll try to find a better solution." "Don't bother with that it will do perfectly. Our friend Nick here keeps complaining for nothing!" replied Lyam, stopping Nick before he could open his mouth. "Well then… good night.".

They entered in the room, like expected it was rather narrow and spartan, a bed, a few shelfs, a wardrobe half hidden in the wall and a mattress lying on the floor with a blanket or two on top of it. "I just hope one of you won't mind sleeping on the floor." "It will be fine I'll take it." answered Lyam, hoping on the thick mattress. After some prodding he lied flat on it. "Hmmm… comfy… and fluffy on top of that." "Glad you like it." "Good night then." "Good night!" they answered together.

The door shut itself silently as Dereck left.

"Thought he would never leave." exclaimed Lyam, not to loud to be heard from outside the room, darting his devious gaze on Nick's body. "Yeah… though we wouldn't get any privacy." "Careful… they might be hidden cameras and micros." chuckled Lyam, adopting a suspicious glare, analyzing every corner of wall. "Then use your cyborg superpowers power and shut them down!" "You read my mind." snickered Lyam, this devious grin spreading over his lips even further. "Now we are truly alone…" he purred, rolling on his back, squirming playfully on his blanket, grinding against his bed. "What are you doing?" grumbled Nick as he heard the characteristic noise of the dragon's thumping tail swaying and slapping the walls and floor. "Just getting comfy. It's a really nice bed… wanna give it a try?" "Only in you dream will I sleep with you again." "No fun…" he sighed, remaining in his sprawled position, his tail swishing along the floor, his plump spheres and puffy moist slit in full display. "So… what do you think of our host?" asked Nick. "Cannot tell until I've seen all of him." replied Lyam, swiftly dodging the question. "Why do I get the feel there is a hidden meaning in that?" "Guess… when I say all… I mean All." growled Lyam, a hint of anger transpiring in his deepening tone. "Can't you stop thinking about dicks for just a second?" "Admit it's bothering you as well." "Not as much as you lizard brain!" "Stop calling me that!" hissed Lyam; baring his teeth menacingly. "Otherwise he seems to be a cool guy." added Nick, not caring much as Lyam barked and hissed at his attention. "Indeed." he rumbled, gritting his teeth as he tried to calm down. "But… I don't trust the rest of his kind." "Why?" "Maybe because they tried to kill us!" hissed Lyam. Nick observed the dragon, his anger and suspicion were understandable, but there was something else, something he was still defensive about. Perhaps it was because the inhabitants of this planet identified him as a representative of disappeared specie. Anyway there was something odd going on.

Or maybe it was just because he had made the touchy dragon angry. Whatever it was he ignored it, simply frowning and raising shoulders as he turned around and removed his vest. As the heavy cloth left his shoulder he felt a chill of cold wash over his naked arms, letting him realize how cold the room actually was. Then, as he pulled his shirt up a muffed coo came to his ears. In a flash he had done a half turn around, now facing the lying dragon. Both froze as their gaze met, Nick's was full of anger and disbelief, Lyam's hazy and lusty as his claws .ere prodding at his tight slit, fluids oozing and bubbling at his opening whenever a sharp ivory appendage swiftly sank all the way in. "Lyam!" he roared, instantly getting all of the dragon's attention as his claws left his heated vent, strands of gooey liquids forming webs between his clawed digits. "What do you think you're doing?" "Well… you're offering me quite a show… I'm just enjoying it." he purred, a fluid drenched paw reaching out for his sack, cupping the two swollen orbs in a slimy layer of musky lubricant as he groped them teasingly, causing a red tip to part the thick folds as it grew out of its hiding, stirred to life by the dragon's ragging lust. "It just lacks music and a pole and it would be perfect."

"I should have asked to change clothes in another room." "Why hide? I have already seen you without your clothes." Nick glared at the dragon but only got that playful and lusty gaze as his scaled paws caressed his half hard member, oblivious to nick's presence. "Come on… why don't you put up a little show…" "Screw you Lyam…" he huffed, turning away from the horny dragon. "That's what I want you to do…" he purred, wiggling excitedly. "Excuse me!" "You heard me perfectly Nick… you know what I want." "You are so nasty." "Yu mean horny." "Whatever." he huffed, slipping a hand in his underwear. "Oh yeah… pull them down already." cooed a lustful voice coming from behind him, urging him to remove the last bits of clothes. "Can't you stop being a pest for once!" yelled Nick, throwing a glare at the dragon. Lyam seemed to not care anymore as he was now pawing off rapidly, keeping his cock hard and eager as pre constantly dribbled from his tip. "Start by removing that crap and let me stare at that booty of yours…" he groaned, massaging his needy shaft. Nick growled, gritting his teeth. Having that lustful male staring at him was already embarrassing but if he was on top of that enjoying it, eagerly masturbating it was just creepy and he knew Lyam would pester him until he had what he wanted . Still… he didn't have to comply. Slowly he let go of the last belt of the underwear squeezing his waist then headed toward the bed, teasingly wiggling his butt. "Wait! Where are you going?" "To bed silly." "Wait you're not gonna sleep with these on?" "Why not?" "You wouldn't dare to keep two precious jewels squeezed in these so tight clothes of yours." he purred. Nick teased, in one instant Lyam had sprang to his paws and had dashed behind him. Now hot gust air from his nostrils billowed over his naked skin as he stood behind him, a mere inch away, his deep purrs echoing in Nick's ear as his snout leaned over his shoulder. Feeling the bulky frame of the dragon so close to him, almost pressed against his back felt awkward as much as pleasurable, the warmth of his soft scales seeping beneath his skin making Nick's entire frame tingle with delight. "Look at them… don't you hear them cry out for freedom." he whispered, a sneaky paw prodding between his legs, fondling the human's sack through the fabric, letting the two spheres roll in his grasp. "So full… so heavy… let them free." he added, his swift tongue licking Nick's neck and chin. "Get off me Lyam…" he huffed, gritting his teeth to not allow Lyam's trick to get to him.

As he tried to resist the tickles these soft draconic paws created as they caressed his crotch Lyam only persisted in arousing him, his wandering paws massaging his flaccid shaft, slowly stirring it to life as it grew, forming a nice tent in his underwear. "Oh… I see someone is feeling a bit naughty." he let out, that devious grin stretching across his face as he groped the bulge. After only a second Nick felt his legs give way under him, bliss weakening his muscles. "Don't resist… let me take care of that for you." he purred nuzzling his shoulder as his paw stroked Nick's hardening member through his last piece of clothes remaining on his naked body. A gasp escaped his mouth as pre dribbled from his member wetting the fabric pressed firmly against it. "Oh… wetting your pants already." "Go fuck yourself…" "Actually… I'd rather enjoy you a bit longer." he whispered, becoming more dominant than Nick what used to. Nick muffed a surprised gasp as the paw left his demanding member, painfully pressed against his underwear, as if it could breach through it at any second. "Oh… and look at that ass… I was right about it." "About what?" moaned Nick, embarrassed but enthralled by the dragon's teasing. "It's perfect… rounded… muscular but still plump… perfect for a breeding." "A… breeding…" gasped Nick, trying to piece together what the dragon was saying. The dragon's treatment had him lowering his guards against his will, his head full of lust addled thoughts as he was teased and dominated by the quite skilled dragon. Nothing was making any sense anymore; the only thing that mattered was the aching living thing squirting in his underwear, dampening the already soaked and stretched to the cracking point tissue. "Yes… you'll make an excellent fit for my cock." "Your… your cock…" he mumbled, slowly understanding what Lyam meant. "Oh yes… you'll do nicely." he chuckled deviously, rising on his hind paws. Nick flinched; sharpened claws had just landed on his shoulders, latching to him as they pierced the skin. He grimaced, his wobbly legs barely holding with the added weight of an eager dragon. Something wet came poking at his butt, bouncing against his cheeks like it was trying to hump them, smearing something hot and smelly on his already ruined clothes. "I'm pretty sure you'll moan when I'll stab your little hole with my pole… maybe you'll even beg for more." he growled, putting more weight on top of Nick.

Nick grunted, bending under the heavy male trying to dominate him. Lyam's snout had gotten very close to his head, their cheeks brushing together. Afraid of tripping and falling to the ground Nick tried his best to stay up, doing large gestures of his arms and hands to keep a certain balance, resulting in one of his palm slamming right on Lyam's snout. The dragon squeaked loudly, falling backward in a pile of paws and tail. "What was that for?" "Don't you dare to do that again." grumbled Nick, his teeth still gritted, his fist clenched tightly in an attempt to hold it together and recover some of his composure. His needy shaft was still throbbing in the tight confine of his underwear, dripping steadily, soaking the fabric with his scent. He could hear the dragon sniffing, taking deep whiffs of his salty scent. Nick grimaced in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment as a paw sneaked behind, probing at the fabric. Great mow it was soiled there as well, soaked in sticky draconic fluids. Wonderful… now he'd have to pull them off. Yet, as his fingers grabbed the elastic waistband, tugging slightly as he exposed a few inches of skin. He froze, feeling the dragon's gaze fixated to his back again. He darted his eyes in his direction, discovering Lyam warmly blushing, his golden scaled cheeks turned a deep red. He looked, kinda ashamed, avoiding eye contact only picking quick sneaky glances at the whitish portion of skin. Nick quickly pulled it back up, covering his private parts. "You know… you could have undressed… I promise to not stare." "Like I would trust you on that." "You think I need to see you without your clothes to imagine you naked." he chuckled, grinning deviously as his imagination was probably going wild judging by the goofy look on his face. "Although… it… might not feel comfortable to sleep in wet clothes." "But I won't do you this favor." "As you wish." sighed Lyam, walking in the other direction. "Eh… Nick…" he called, staring at the wall while Nick was slipping under the covers. "Ye…" "Tell me… be honest with me… have I gone too far?" he asked with concern, his eyes observing his claws as they nervously racked along the floor. Nick took his time to answer, choosing his word with caution. "Since the day you entered my life you went too far." "You mean… when I…" "No… the day we actually met you were already trying to tease me." "With obvious results." he sniggered. "You were already getting under my skin back then."

Lyam remained silent; observing the wall like it had something fascinating attached to it. "Now how do we turn the light off in here?" grumbled Nick, uncomfortable in his messy panties. "I'd bet on the switch next to you." he sighed, still standing upright, not decided to go lie on his bed and sleep. Nick pushed a switch down, reducing the light to a bare minimum. Now only a dim light was coming from the few bulbs, "Hmmm… that's a nice setting." "Actually if you could keep it like that I'd be very happy." "Fine… it won't stop me from having a good night anyway."

Since the bed was more than large enough for him he took the farthest spot away from the dragon. Big mistake. The bed shook, creaking as she mattress sank under a new weight. "What the hell" he mumbled, turning around as a surge of warmth seeped underneath his skin. His eyes met two golden spheres staring at him playfully. "You didn't think I would stay all night on the floor did you?" he chuckled, grinning evilly. Even though he tried to sound bold and provoking his word felt empty and meaningless, more like a masked plea. Even that grin seemed fake. "Whatever…" he grumbled, ignoring the still imposing dragon lying by his side. "As long as you don't make a noise." "Actually… I might have a slight issue to take care of." "Are you serious Lyam? Can't you stop pleasuring yourself for a second?" "Have you ever tried to sleep with that kind of thing out?" he growled, pointing accusingly at his leaking member throbbing and twitching, begging to be touched. "Believe me when I say that it's nearly impossible." "Fine just make it quick." "Also… if you want to get rid of your… issues… as well… I'd be happy to provide you…" "Shut this oversized maw of yours!" roared Nick, slamming a pillow straight in Lyam's face, burying it right in between Lyam's unrespecting jaws. The dragon tried to kick, squirm, trash and claw at his aggressor, his jaws snapping shut around the floppy material, digging through it with a remarkable ease, thick drool soaking through in a matter of seconds. His wide open eyes stared in sheer choc at his human aggressor as muffed words tried to get past the improvised ball gag. "Listen to me… if I hear the slightest of noises coming from you I swear I'll make sure you cannot cum ever again! Got it?" A bunch of muffed sounds were his only answer. "Sorry… I didn't hear correctly." Lyam seemed to yell, but only angry sounding noises went past the pillow he was nervously chewing on. Nick finally removed the now drenched and half torn apart pillow from Lyam's mouth, allowing him to breath. The dragon coughed, air flowing in his lungs again as thick globs of spit flew from his gaping muzzle.

"If you want me to stay silent stop teasing me?" he growled "I'm already enticed enough like that." he huffed, managing to turn the table as he rose on top, dominating the human without much problem. "Beside… have I ever disturbed your sleep with my naughtiness. I know how to be silent as a tomb silly." he rumbled, letting go and going back to his original stance. "Now I wish you a good night." he whispered, giving the human's cheek a swift lick. "Good night big guy."

Surprisingly Sleep took him right on the spot, as muffed moans filled the silence, along with a steady panting breath.

………

Dereck was lying on his bed, lost in his thoughts. This day had reached the pinnacle of weirdness. His two guests had been full of surprises and new curiosities. The one that was truly disturbing was Lyam. To be fair there were two intriguing creatures but that clone was a constant wondering, an unknown thing not even done revealing all its little secrets. Lyam had been cheerful and kind all along, more open than his alien counterpart, more eager to talk and laugh, but under that first inviting layer he had discovered another side of him, a side he wasn't too eager to explore any further than needed. Slowly, his amusing and softening behavior at first glance had taken another meaning, a meaning that made his fur raise in a chill of anxiety. That sight he caught while they were playing video games (which, to be honest wasn't something he expected to do with aliens); that devious elusive grin, this insisting burning gaze always on his back. Maybe he was gettiog paranoid for nothing but he couldn't get it Out of his head. Lyam was definitely a disturbing creature, but even if he looked smart and cunning under that playful gaze what made him feel antsy was the sensation of being trapped. That feeling was even more disturbing when he was in his own house. He clenched his fist, his claws tickling his pads. Lyam truly had him nervous now but why was he feeling so defiant? Was it these wicked smiles, these teasing body motions, that enticing tangy scent that made his nose twitch? Or was it that persist ant feeling of being manipulated, led somewhere against his will, stuck in an evil story unfolding before him when he was only a part of the plot. This disturbing, heart squeezing feeling was further increased by a detail; the more he thought about it the more he felt like the other one was more reliable than that tricky clone.

At first Nick's constant suspicion hadn't surprise him, he put that on account of his training, every soldier was taught always to be on his guards, always be, under any circumstances be combat ready. Yet, as the evening went on he found his attitude inappropriate, always glaring angrily at the dragon, sending him silent warning that felt more like hateful daggers to which the dragon only answered smiles that looked wry and that same wicked look. The more he thought about it the more he realized this behavior wasn't misplaced at all, in fact he was trying to keep his friend from doing something misplaced, like a father scolding his stubborn child. Now that he thought about it he came to the realization that Nick… knew what was happening, he knew exactly what was Lyam trying to pull out or to pull him into. He saw what was plotting before he actually even though that something was wrong.

And now… on top of that another bizarre fact was happening. He had filled their room with micros and cameras to keep a constant eye on them. He had checked each and every device one by one in real use conditions and they all worked perfectly fine, but now that they had entered in the room everything had decided on its own to stop functioning, the screens going all blurry and microphones only sending crackling noises. For some weird reason they are all disturbed by something. He picked the tablet he had left next to his bed. As a claw slid across the screen he cringed, being met with the same message he had been receiving for the last past ten minutes. "Connection lost"

"It's just like in the hospital." he thought, remembering a speech one of the doctors gave him. "We cannot enter in his room." he grumbled, referring at Lyam "Beside even if we could none of our instruments would work properly. I don't have a clue on what and how he does that but he is blocking all electronic devices."

What other trick did this curious being had under his sleeves?

………

Several hours later

………

"Nick" called a voice, soft and sweet like honey, calling him, encouraging him to join. He was standing in some surreal warm place; the ground underneath his feet was warm and soft, molding around him. In the background the appeasing sound of waves crashing down ashore. Even though he has never been to the beach, usually the soldiers were sent in the shittiest places of the galaxy, not on planets with azure seas and white sandy beaches. And that soft voice calling him in the distance, inviting, enticing, murmuring in his ear. “Nick…" it called, getting more pressing, hurrying. "Wake up…" it pleaded as his body was shaken violently by something, his left shoulder squished by a strong grip, something sharp threatening to pierce his skin. "Nick wake up please" squeaked that very same voice. Reluctantly he opened his eyes, grumbling under his breath as the dream dissipated in a blurry mist, leaving him in complete darkness. "Please wake up." whined Lyam, his voice now perfectly identified. Yet in that squeaky voice he caught a hue of something he wasn't used to hear, embarrassment. "I'm up dumbass…" he grumbled, his head still firmly buried in the pillow. "What do you want… don't tell me you've grown afraid of darkness." sniggered Nick. "No… I… I just… messed up." he whimpered, not loosening his grip the slightest bit. "What have you done this time?" sighed Nick, fumbling to find the switch. "Wait a second" he gasped in a hurry, his claws breaching through Nick's skin in pure fear. "What?" "Just… promise me to not freak out… and don't laugh."

Nick raised a curious eyebrow, although it couldn't be seen in the dark. What die Lyam do this time? He pushed the switch up, basking the room in an ambers glow. "So why did you wake me up f…" he froze, jaws dropping as he discovered a scene as gross as it was hilarious. Lyam was lying on his back, tail curled following an unusual angle, limbs resting on either side, clenching on the bedsheet and of course a red monster of a cock exposed like a piece of meaty art in the light, smothered in his slimy shiny coat of pre, ivory snakes slowly slithering down the pulsing pole. It was obvious Lyam had experienced a powerful orgasm, all the evidences were displayed there. If it was not for the potent scent of fertile seed the white lines covering his belly were an easy guess of what had just happened. What was amusing was the dragon's face,, drenched in white that dripped along his neck. His gaze was filled with guilt and embarrassment and under that white mask he was probably blushing profusely. "My goodness…" gasped Nick, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his growing smile. "You promised to not laugh." winced Lyam, turning his messy face away. "By the stars what happened?" mumbled Nick, biting his lower lips to not just burst out into laughter. "I… I came hard…" admitted Lyam, his blush now easy to spot on the few clear bits of his scales "that's what happens when I'm pent up… and when I keep myself on edge for long. For like… an entire evening let's say." "Don't try to pretend you've been pleasuring yourself ever since we went to bed." "You've busted me…" he sighs "Still… it feels so good to be edgy for a while but… I didn't expect to cum so hard." "And why did you have to wake me up?" growled Nick, admitting honestly that he had been surprised by the fact Lyam didn't make a noise while he climaxed.

"Well… as you can see right now… I've done quite a mess… and I'd appreciate your help in cleaning it up… also I'm as you can probably see… a tiny bit eager…" "But don't count on me to help you with that." "It's not what I meant." pleaded Lyam, protesting in a weak plea. "I meant that there will be more mess to clean up." "Seriously…".

Lyam responded with his usual wry smile. "Fine… just give me a sec to find something to clean your mess." he grumbled, opening a cupboard. Luckily in a minute or so he had found what he was looking for, a thick fluffy absorbing towel. "Perfect… but I'll leave you to explain why one of our host's towels is already dirty." "Don't worry… I'll take care of that." the dragon whispered, avoiding Nick's gaze. "Well then let's care of that mess shall we." said Nick, crouching low, rubbing the towel over Lyam's face, listening to the dragon's eager coos as he wipe away the sticky mess.

At some point Lyam's coos became moans that increased in pitch and frequency as time passed. Had he resumed pawing off already? Nick looked down in time to see Lyam's untouched,, pre drizzling shaft throbbing hard, twitching as a geyser of white broke free from the bloating tip, splattering Nick's fa^ae in smelly whiteness. "S… s… sorry…" groaned Lyam, resting his head on the pillow, his tongue dabbing out of his maws to lap whatever fluid staining his face that he could reach with this swift organ. Nick clenched his fist, staring at the oozing cock as a stream of seed formed a gooey puddle on Lyam's belly. "Not on purpose!" shouted Lyaam as Nick readied his arm to punch him in the face. "Why don't I trust you?" "Nick… I swear I… I didn't want to do it." he pleaded, still panting as his orgasm died out. Nick wasn't convinced, Lyam looked ashamed, and looked awfully sorry but he didn't gave a single credit to his words. "Just… just look…" he let out, pointing at his own rump. Nick reluctantly obliged, turning around until he was facing Lyam's gender. From this angle he could see what he had missed at first glance. The reason why Lyam's tail was doing a half downward turn was simply because he had a part of it sank in his stretched anal vent. "I… I was trying to remove it… but it… it feels so good… I couldn't help myself." groaned Lyam, wiggling his tail slightly to prove his point. Curious Nick grabbed the thick appendage and tugged at it until one inch or so popped out. Behind him Lyam tensed, arching his back as his jaws parted open to let out a loud moan. "Interesting." he giggled, gently pushing it back in. "No stop stop stop!" yelled Lyam, his hips bucking forward, his cock pulsing as it spilled another heavy globe of pre that landed on Nick's belly. Nick looked down, grinning deviously. Lyam was pleadingly staring at him, panting raggedly, tongue flopping lazily on one side, his claws holding to the blanket like to dear life, already having traced deep lines in the blanket.

"Wow… sensitive are we?" "You bet… you have no idea." he huffed, gritting his teeth as if to not let another noise slip out. Nick reaffirmed my grip on the thick tail. "No… please don't… it… it hurts…" he whimpered, begging unlike Nick had ever heard him before. "I've been pleasuring myself for… a few hours I'd say and… I'm kinda sore… and really overstimulated so… please don't do that. If you want to do anything with this tail help me remove it would you." "Fine… but you owe me one for drenching my face in cum." "Oh… bring your face there and I'll lap it clean cutie." he invitingly purred, giving Nick's butt a gentle pat through the underwear. "You're so gross." "There's… nothing dirty in my proposal… I'd gladly do that…" "Even grosser." Sighed Nick as he watched Lyam's tail escape his quivering hole with a loud pop. To be fair he was impressed by the amount of that thick scaly appendage he had managed to stuff in his rear, now leaving his hole gapping and clenching on emptiness. "Good… now onto the cleaning part." "A part where I hope to not get any wetter." Lyam remained silent, only watching as the human turned around. After a few minutes of getting his faced rubbed by soft material Lyam had his face cleaned of any trace of seed, it would be perfect if not for the tangy scent that would stick around for a few days. On the other end the towel was a mess, drenched in sticky seed. "I'll let you explain why it's dirty when no one took a shower."

Lyam once again remained silent, simply watching Nick with a look of gratefulness. His forepaws came resting on Nick's flanks, clutching him tightly yet with a surprising caution. "Hey what are you trying to do?" "Just fill my end of the bargain." he replied slyly, forcing Nick to lie on top of him, his soft skin coming in contact with his scales, making his body feel all tingly and weird. Nick's puzzled expression was a rare pleasure for his eyes to glaze upon. “Relax and let me clean that pretty face of yours." he purred, poking Nick's cheek with a claw; scraping a bit of his still warm semen. Without further ado he let his tongue slide out of his mouth, the agile appendage lapping swiftly and gently, gathering all the seed in sensual strokes, only leaving trails of slimy wetness behind. It felt weird for Lyam to taste himself upon someone else's body but he was enjoying it all the same. Above all he loved the sensation of closeness and intimacy, the human's muscular frame rocking with his, shivering in his grasp. Or was he shuddering? Lyam couldn't tell the difference and honestly; he didn't care the slightest, he enjoyed that feeling, it brought new warmth to his heart, a sensation he got only so few times before.

As he kept his ministration up, slathering the human's face in saliva he felt an unusual sensation growing inside of him, something that made his heart swell as well as making him feel antsy. How should he apprehend that new feeling? How should he understand it? What should he do about it? Ignore it… or give into it like his heart yelled him to do.

Sadly, as he pondered over these personal wonders he slowly realized there was Nothing left to clean and he was now snuggling with Nick, bathing his face in warm spit. "Oh… sorry…" he apologized, watching away, his cheeks turning a deep red as embarrassment crept under his scales. "It's ok…" mumbled Nick, his face flushed with the same feeling. "So… can we go to bed now?" he asked in a vain attempt to change subject. "Sure I guess.". Without a protest, without a second thought Lyam let go, feeling weird as the soft contact beneath his paws disappeared, leaving him clutching helplessly on emptiness. "Hey are you alright?" benevolently asked Nick, noticing the puzzled expression of his friend. "Yes… I'm… I'm ok… just… thinking." "Don't overdo I don't want your brain to blow up." "My brain is fine." he answered a bit drily, these few words snaping like a whip lash. Nick frowned, surprised by the sudden shift in Lyam's behavior. In fact Lyam was everything but alright, this new sensation was suffocating him, wreaking havoc on his so rational mind as he hit a wall of unknown, of lack of any knowledge. He didn't know how to take it, how to tame it; how he should even deal with it. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, thumping so hard he feared it would blow his ribcage to just burst out of his chest. His body temperature was reaching critically high new heights as something new filled his flesh with warmth. He felt weird all of a sudden, uncertainty crippling his brain as this all so new feeling coursed through him. It was so unusual, he felt attracted toward something, like a magnet by its other pole all the while being overly nervous, as if something near him was causing him to feel shameful, embarrassed… shy about that feeling.

As a bruising sound of sheets coming from his left indicated Nick had taken back his place in the bed Lyam threw a glance in that same direction. What a mistake, instantly his face felt like melting, burning red as his gaze fell on the lying, almost naked human. His heartrate sped up. "You're sure you are alright?" asked Nick, glancing suspiciously at the dragon. "Yeah… I'm… I'm ok." he mumbled, trembling uncontrollably, trying his best to ignore that feeling. He lied on his back, trying to breathe calmly. A gasp escaped his mouth, a surge of pleasure washing over his body, his half hard member throbbing back to life, aching to be pleasured again. Was that it? Simple lust? Or just his usual horniness kicking in? No… it wasn't that… it was far different from what he knew of himself. Yet if pleasure could settle that ragging storm of unknown emotions then he should oblige to his body's demands. But what could he possibly do? He was tired of relentlessly pleasuring himself, he wanted something better, he craved for another's touch, to feel something in his gaping vent opening him wide, giving him the bliss he desired so much,, a sensation of fulfillment that no touch, no tongue, no tail as skilled as they could possibly be couldn't bring him; a sensation he had only experienced one time and had wished to feel again.

He glazed at the human, pondering if he should close that forbidden gap between them and risk triggering the man's wrath. How could he het this sweet relief without getting himself into more troubles? He thought for a while, watching over Nick as he tried to find a comfy spot to sleep; until an idea popped in his mind. A devious smirk twitched his lips. "Actually… I think we're not done yet." he purred, rolling on his paws. Nick tensed, knowing all too well what the dragon was up to. Before he could move the dragon latched onto his arm, pinning him down with ease. "Come on don't tell me you're still eager." "You don't know me." he purred, staring at Nick intensely… with such intensity it felt uncomfortable. There was something in these golden eyes shimmering like two precious gems that made him feel awkward, like that gaze meant something in all points opposite to what he just said; like these two gleaning spheres told another truth, something he had been fearing but knew deep inside it was real; just there, hidden deep beneath. He couldn't get to turn his eyes away, mesmerized by the puzzling look on the dragon's face. Yet in the meantime a potent scent came to his nose, he had smelled that tangy perfume so many times ever Since he had met Lyam that he had no trouble recognizing it… he could have identified it in a thousand of other odors. Slowly, ever so slowly he managed to withdraw his eyes from the handsome dragon's face, lowering his eyes, tracing along the dragon's neck, coming to a brief stop on the dragon's muscular chest. Lyam's steady breathing was the only perceptible sound in the room. He gulped down heavily, knowing what sight awaited him if he dared to look down. Still… was he ready to accept, to admit to himself he appreciated the ever lusty yet adorable, teasing yet handsome, clever but tricky dragon more than he would admit; more than just a friend.

After taking a deep breath he lowered his gaze a bit more, facing the red monster throbbing between Lyam's hind legs slapping against his lower belly, spewing clear fluids over his black and gold scales, giving them a glossy look. Some more liquid leaked down his length, wetting his taut sack while some dribbled from the tip, pooling down on the bed. In other circumstances he would have lost his mind over it but… he felt like it didn't matter anymore. Like Lyam had told him a month earlier he wanted it and admittedly loved every session he had with the dragon. "Like what you see?" asked Lyam, invitingly widening his stance; yet something was different; he wasn't trying to provoke him or entice him; just asking a question… like he expected an approval. "It's… beautiful…" "Thanks…" he mumbled "However… what I had in mind… was… slightly different." he added, drawing Nick's attention back to his face. "What evil plan do you have planned this time?" he giggled, feeling a tent forming in his underwear. "I'll… need you to remove these blankets." "Ok…" he obeyed, slowly revealing his body to the eager dragon, observing amusingly as Lyam's impatience started to show itself as the dragon nearly drooled over his naked form. But, desiring to tease the dragon further he stopped right over his crotch, watching as the dragon's claws curled inward, tearing through the bed. Thanks the stars he had let go of his arms to let him remove the sheets. A minute went by, the dragon staring at him in a mix of frustration and lust, his eyes veiled by a mist of lust. Slowly Nick exposed his black underwear, wet patch still visible on the strained surface, reminder of a recent issue. "Perfect… now… get rid of these for me." he cooed, poking Nicks underwear right over the large tent threatening to breach the fabric.

Nick smiled, pinching the elastic band and teasingly stripping himself of his last piece of cloth. "Wait!" abruptly yelped Lyam, holding one hand with a paw, Nick's bones on the verge of breaking under the immense amount of pressure. "Actually… I'd love if you… let me do that for you." Nick's eyebrows rose in surprise; his friend offering this was unusual; another odd thing to add to the lengthening list. "If you insist." mumbled Nick, offering himself to view. "Really… I… I can?" he gasped, his paws trembling in disbelief. "You're the one asking." "But… do you allow me…" "Yes silly."

It was like he had pressed a switch; a second earlier Lyam was looking terrified, hesitant to do what he just requested; the next instant however he was diving straight for Nick's private parts, all claws out, maws wide open, tongue licking his lips in anticipation. "You look creepy like this." "And you look so tasty from there." "You're gross dude you know that." he hissed as he felt sharp claws caress his haunches with a surprising gentleness, not aiming to cause any harm, just gently caressing his skin. The contrast between that soft sensual touch of these long, sharp appendages meant to inflict great wounds and cause even greater pains snuggling and rubbing his skin harmlessly and that snarling face, these eyes hazy with lust, this parted maws stuck on a hungry expression, even that ragged panting breath or that throaty rumbling growl were scary to his ears. The duality within Lyam was slowly unfolding before his eyes. he was both a clever, loving and caring, handsome and playful person; as much as he was still, hidden deep beneath, under layers of technology and enhanced flesh a wild beast, his improved, mind blowing brain still driven by an ancient, untamed urges and wild instincts.

Nick nervously reached out, patting the dragon's snout gently. Lyam, all along perversely watching the obvious tent in the tight underwear, nostrils flared, sniffing in the human musk backed away, snapping out of his devious thoughts. "What was that for?" he gasped. "You didn't like?" "I do… but… wasn't expecting that to be frank." he mumbled, lowering his gaze again on the nice bulge in his panties. "So… shall we proceed?" "I'm waiting for you."

In a split second Lyam was upon him yet again, his claws directed toward his groin. Nick closed his eyes, feeling the hot dragon breath billow over his body. A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine as he felt the ivory claw tips hooking to his underwear. He braced himself, expecting to have them torn apart by the eager dragon. Yet Lyam revealed someone full of surprises as his claws tugged at the fabric, dragging it down slowly, exposing inch after inch of skin. Nick stared stunned as the dragon undressed him with caution, meticulous in his task. His hard member popped free of its prison, a rivulet of pre running down the exposed length. "Marvelous…" he whispered, his eyes gleaning in desire, his snout coming closer, inch by inch as his paws tightened around the thick fabric as he kept pulling them down more and more until then hanged in between his paws. Without a look for them he threw the piece of cloth away. "You're much better without them." he groaned, observing as Nick's gender was revealed to him. "Like what you see?" he chuckled, using Lyam's favorite formula. "Hehe… bastard… knew you had it in you." "Shut up…" he huffed, pouncing Lyam's snout. "Anyway… what was all of that for?" "I think… it's time I repay my debt to you." he whispered, his snout coming face to face with Nick. "And in what wicked possible way does it involve undressing me?" he questioned, more to upset the dragon a bit more than by real interest. He knew deep within a gap had been cross, one to which there was no turning back, one he had been wandering around for too long when the way was already traced, a road he couldn't avoid taking but on which he spent a long time roaming. His weird dreams, his lurking desires kicking in, triggered by that all too eager and arousing drake.

"Let me work my magic and I promise you you won't regret It." he softly murmured, his snout making contact with Nick's nose. Their eyes crossed, there was something in the dragon's amber spheres, something Nick hadn't seen before; an assurance, like a silent promise, there was this veil of lust but it wasn't as prominent as before… and there was that last hint, an intensity in that stare, a sensation of a great warmth seeping in his body as he drowned in the amber of these irises. Lyam had never looked at him in that way… or maybe he did but he had always been missing it, misunderstanding it. In that peculiar stance, their face so close to one another Nick felt like Lyam could, if he desired kiss him. Yet Lyam only smiled toothily, putting that unusual contact to its end as he moved back, letting his hungry eyes wonder on that muscular skinny frame, his claws impatiently scratching the bed. He kept his eyes away from what he desired the most, his gaze tracing along the thick abs, going down slowly, so slowly, his hot breath making Nick shiver. Finally, after long enticing minutes of silence he let his eyes fall on the human rod standing proud at full length like a pillar of pinkish flesh in its skinny sleeve. Pre had already gathered on the mushroom like tip, the clear liquid about to drip down his length. The sent was awaking Lyam's unequaled sexual appetite as he stared at the pulsing shaft. Last time he had seen Nick naked he hadn't given any attention to his anatomy, only caring about his own relief. Now however he had all the time of the universe to detail the human body and in particular his gender. He hadn't touched it, hadn't smelled it, yet he was already enthralled by it, his own member twitching, squirting pre on the bed. He didn't care about the mess staining the blankets, neither that it would keep his smell for a while; he knew that soon, very soon that bed would be drenched in cum.

Speaking of which he felt a familiar pressure building up in his loins as his balls throbbed with pent up lust about to be released. Just watching had him edging toward climax as he cooed in delight. He knew the right touch at the most pleasurable spot would certainly make him spill seed like a fountain. Without further ado he let a paw slip underneath Nick's sack, cupping it in between his claws. The human teased beneath him, afraid by the contact of sharp claws. "Relax… I'm not gonna rip them from you." he moaned, burying his snout in the taut sack, taking deep inhales of the potent human musk. The odor was much unlike his, salted, tangy, thick, manly, a single whiff made his head spin; he loved it… he only lacked the taste. He let his tongue slide out, unsure as he dabbed at the hairy sack, probing the taut surface with his swift appendage. Nick shuddered, the hot tongue caressing his balls in an unexpectedly sensual way. He didn't expect to be so sensitive down there as the eager dragon lapped, holding bis two orbs in a gentle grasp, rolling them slowly as he coated his skin in his saliva, nibbling on the hairs there like they were pestering him. Nick moaned, shuddering in unimaginable bliss as the slippery appendage dragged over his sack. He had imagined Lyam would go straight for his ass and pound him hard. From the sight of that dripping beast staring at him that's what he had guessed. But was Lyam even interested in fucking him? He had always seen him as a bottom type of guy and he had pretty much kept giving that impression, showing off his butt, shoving big things in it; his tail mostly; and begging to be bred. Yet he knew from experience that Lyam was someone full of surprise. Still he thought he would go for a quick easy breeding or impale himself on his cock, nor did he expect to be pleasured in such a way, teased to the point of losing his sanity, buried under a mind-blowing lust. The tongue swirled and lapped his sack, cradling one nut after another into his mouth. Soft lips wrapped around his sphere, suckling on it lewdly. This treatment kept going on for several minutes, Lyam switching between suckling his orbs like candies to smothering his testicles in saliva. Nick was laying back, moaning as the dragon worked him up, slowly going up, keeping his snout close to his skin, nostrils flared to take as much as he could of his scent.

Before he knew it Lyam had started lapping at his member, going up the length, collecting the few drops of pre that fell down, purring delightfully. "Wow… you're… really good at this…" he groaned, clutching the bedsheets in his hands as Lyam kept licking hungrily, his tongue coiling around his shaft, stroking it slowly. Lyam smiled, drooling over the gorgeous shaft gleaning, covered of his fluids. As he reached the head he felt Nick tense and shudder, groaning out loud as Lyam found a pleasurable spot. Pre shot from the needy member, hot liquid splashing on his snout tip. His broad tongue pressed against the tip, forcing more pre to ooze out for his greedy tongue to wash. As the salty liquid went down his throat a shudder ran down his spine… he had to hve more of this, he had to have it all. His tongue lashed out of his maws, coiling around the thick penis, squeezing it forcefully. Nick huffed, his member stimulated in ways it had never been before. Lyam was like hypnotized, observing the member as it oozed precum. His brain was overwhelmed with lust, incapable of forming coherent, clear thoughts. With t:e dexterous appendage wrapped around the thick shaft he decided to take things one step further. Although Nick loved the affection given to his hard member he feared that instant as Lyam pointed his penis toward his maws, toward that forest of sharpened fangs made to tear through flesh and bones alike. "I'm not too sure about that." he gasped, incapable to moving just a finger. Lyam gave no weight to his concern, instead crossing his gaze with eyes that said "relax… I know what I'm doing" Yet Nick couldn't stop panicking as his pride was guided in. A loud moan burst from his mouth as warmth enveloped his member. Lyam's fangs pressed against his member but between them and the soft foreskin something was forming a supple barrier. It took time for Nick to notice that Lyam had his lips pulled over his fangs to protect him from harm.

Apparently it wasn't his first time doing this.

His hands latched onto his snout, holding him still as the dragon gently suckled, his agile tongue stroking his member at a steady pace. He didn't know which one was the most turned on between the two of them, both had huge boner jutting between their legs but one of them hadn't received any attention. It was easy to see how eager Lyam was, his own dick throbbing powerfully, spewing viscous pre-seed on his belly. Perhaps the dragon could use a little reward. He came to a sitting position, ignoring Lyam's muffed protests as he had to adjust his stance to keep his mouth on the cock. Nick reached forward, his hands sneaking below the dragon's belly until his fingertips made contact with the slickened shaft. Instantly Lyam whined in surprise, freezing as his eyes bulged wide open. With all his might he tried to shove Nick back to his original position. This reaction was awkward coming from that always eager creature but Nick didn't give up one bit; one of his hand living the arching cock, instead pressing down on Lyam's skull, forcing his snout down, letting him no choice but to swallow more of the human member. The dragon gave weak protests, mumbling words around the cock stuffed in his mouth but gave no other complains and eagerly went back to work, suckling and lapping on the exposed head, drinking the salted pre that came out; assuming Nick wanted a more dominant position. With his free hand he went back on the shaft, rubbing the sensitive head, smearing the dragon's pre over his length. Lyam moaned still greedily lapping, increasing his pace like a sign of his gratitude.

Nick waited, enjoying the feeling of that warm inviting maw suckling his member, making loud wet noises in the process. Meanwhile one of his fingers was tracing little circles around the tip as the cock twitched, responding to the attention ot was given. Gently he wrapped his finger around the tip, slowly going down, applying pressure on the ridges until he was stopped all the way down by the inflated knot. Lyam moaned, bucking his hips in Nick' grip, slamming his knot against his fingers. The dragon replied by taking more of Nick's rod in his mouth, going down until he bumped against Nick's crotch. Nick groaned, leaning over the drake as he was swiftly and skillfully suckled, the prehensile tongue bringing more pleasure to his already numb brain. Nick moved his hand away, teasing the sensitive ridges, feeling the shaft throb and twitch, more pre streaming down the needy length. The pressure on his member increased as the dragon squeezed it in the coils of his tongue, draining more fluids he greedily swallowed. Feeling buried all the way in that warm velvety maws felt amazing as that tongue slathered his member in his heated spit. Nick was panting, patting the dragon's head, keeping it firmly pressed on his crotch while he grabbed the foot long thick shaft and started stroking it, earning lustful moans from the dragon. Pre coated his fingers as he went up and down the shaft, smearing more pre on the pulsing penis. Slowly Lyam started bobbing his head up and down on the shaft, suckling lewdly on the foreskin, his tongue lapping over the head. Moments later the pace sped up in time, Nick rapidly stroking the needy member, aiming it up as more pre squirted splattering his belly as the dragon rapidly pumped the shaft in and out of his warm maws, drawing out all that Nick had to give while one of his paws had moved underneath his sack, fondling his two nuts. A delightful pressure was building up inside both their loins, their cock bloating as seed threatened to get out. The clear mess staining Nick's paw became thicker, muskier, and gooier as leaking seed mixed with the dripping mess escaping from the dragon's swollen member.

Meanwhile Lyam got his first taste of the human seed; so rich, so potent, so sticky… how could he have been living so long without it. He loved it, he had to have it; he craved for it as he relentlessly bobbed his head up and down the shaft, eagerly welcoming whatever came out in his throat. Soon both were panting raggedly, pleasure flooding their system as their orgasm neared; both of them ready for that explosion of semen. Lyam was the first to break loose, trusting one last time in the sleeve formed by Nick's hand, growling with the cock buried all the way in his mouth as his mighty cock throbbed, cum pouring out of the shaft; the first spurt landing on the bed, forming a large white puddle on the mattress. Nick let the seed spurt freely, aiming the cock in different direction as Lyam moaned, hungrily lapping the penis in his mouth, trying his best to coax the human's climax as bliss submerged his own brain, his muscles weakening as the tide of orgasmic pleasure washed over him. Finally, after a minute long of constant stimulation by the relentless creature Nick finally came, letting go of the still oozing shaft to hold to the dragon's skull instead as he unloaded in the dragon's mouth, string after string of seed coating his tongue, a substance b:e eagerly swallowed. "Oh boy… you're really good at it…" moaned Nick, leaning on the dragon's back as he basked in the afterglow. "What did you expect, you're not the first one I suck…" he chuckled, his tongue swiftly licking his lips, getting rid of the few drops that had managed to escape his mouth.

"Still you do wonderful blowjobs… I might put that mouth to use some more." "As much as you want… your semen taaste so sweet I could drink buckets of it." "Lusty drake." he giggled, patting the dragon's head. "Could you lie back again please?" "Was gonna take a little nap anyway." "Don't you dare fall asleep yet; we aren't done yet." "Seriously! Do you ever stop being horny?" "I'll let you find out.".

Nick obeyed, still keeping an eye on the dragon as he glanced down at him. "Good for you like this?" "Perfect… now… don't move." he purred as he took a step toward Nick, his whole body towering over the human. "Wow… you really look big from that angle." "Thanks… but don't be afraid… I'm not going to hurt you" he whispered, lowering himself upon his friend until their belly touched. "*Gasp*… you're heavy." grimaced Nick as the dragon's weight rested on his body. "Sorry… but trust me it wasn't bother you for much longer." he cooed, rocking his body back and forth, grinding his half hard member on the soft skinny belly. "Oh god why do I feel like I won't appreciate what is coming." "No worry there… I won't breed you… I still owe you something. Beside I told you I was repaying my debts to you." "Oh I see… you just want to get humped." "No… well… just… just a tiny bit… but I want you to enjoy it all this time." "Ok…" "Just shut up and let me do my thing…."

Lyam kept rubbing his hardening member, his potent musk filling the air as his forepaw stroked Nick's chest, his tongue lapping at the human's neck in a surprisingly pleasurable way. Bliss coursed through his veins, descending toward his shrinking penis, blood getting injected back in the pole of flesh as it grew back to full length in a split second. "Good… now onto the next part." purred Lyam in Nicks ear, his tail curling down, probing Nick's privates until it found his penis' base, dragging along the length, aiming it up as Lyam lowered himself until his rump met the soaked member. "I would have loved to have you lubing me up but… I've already done that part apparently. Oh it's gonna feel so good… for both of us I mean." "Yeah yeah whatever." he replied with a wry smile, seeing the dragon's boiling lust. The tail tip wrapped around his cock, the prehensile appendage aligning his rod with the puckered vent. As the two made contact Nick felt a surprising looseness there as he slipped inside with ease. A gasp left his mouth in time with a loud huff escaped the dragon's sealed mouth. It took Nick a mere second to notice the tensed jaws muscles as they were held close. "Hey are you ok over there?" "Fine… just… a bit sore… and… damn sensitive there?" "Does it hurt?" "Just a bit… but still manageable. Might have enjoyed some lube finally?" "Want some then?" "Nah… it will do…" he mumbled, taking more in his stretched passage. Compared to his first time the hole was much less tight yet it clenched just as hard, the muscular passage massaging his member as he took even more inside, moaning as his hole was filled. Nick gripped the dragon tightly, rocking in time with the dragon, pushing when he lowered himself, pulling out when the other male withdrew, earning more shared pleasure in the process as they moaned together. "T… thanks… it… it… it feels… so amazing." purred Lyam, his snout still buried in Nick's neck. Slowly table changed as Nick took the lead, trusting steadily in Lyam's ass, adopting a slow gentle pace, trusting all the way in, remaining sheltered inside a split second before slowly pulling out, feeling the quivering hole clamp around him.

Lyam was gyrating his hips, guiding the member penetrating his passage into sensitive spots of his; groaning as he was mated. His cock had grown back to full mast, spewing pre in the tight space between their two cuddling bodies. That change of pace felt wonderful, a welcomed change from his previous experiment which had only been meant to bring him pleasure and relief, just a quick senseless breeding only meant to bring him to a much needed climax. But today it was different, there was no rush, he could enjoy and make sure his partner did as well and to be honest he adored that perspective. They went on for a while, going slowly, caressing each other in the process, exploring the other in ways they had never done before, discovering places where the other liked to be touched, their respective plethora of moans and groans echoing to each other. After a while Nick felt something grab his wrist, pulling one of his hands away from his scales. Soon a paw found his palm, pressing against it, clawed digits tangling with his fingers as the dragon held him like this. That contact was disturbing but Nick didn't do a thing about it, too busy bucking his hips, trusting faster in Lyam's rump, his whole member vanishing in the puckered hole, drawn in by the powerful muscles; Nick's gushing pre making sure to smoothen each trust as he increased his pace, listening to the dragon's pleasured growls as he bred him. This position didn't allow for powerful trusts but he had more than enough room to fill the drake to the brim, going ball deep inside the stretchy hole, his sack slapping noisily against the soft scaly rump. Lyam was truthfully in bliss, panting, pushing back in Nick's trusts, trusting his own member against the human's smooth skin, spilling great amount of pre on Nicks belly, easing each trust as he was humped by his friend. "Oh yes… oh… keep *moan* keep going… I'm close." "I'm too…. big guy." he groaned, slamming forcefully in Lyam's tail hole. The dragon's eyes rolled back, the human, ridge less member hitting all sorts of pleasurable spot, one of which made him spurt more pre-seed. he pressure welled up in their ball as their second climax neared, their members trobbing and twitching, lust driving them as bliss filled their brain with a simple urge, a simple desire, cum; cum until the other was filled.

Lyam responded to Nick's forceful trust, rocking back every time he was penetrated, shoving that juicy cock as deep as he could in his guts as his own pulsed rapidly; edging closer to that delightful instant of relief. "Oh yes… faster…" he groaned, nuzzling the human under him, flosing his eyes as pleasure overwhelmed his weakening brain, his entire system crashing as the act of mating seemed to trigger fatal errors everywhere. Nik complied, grabbing the dragon's haunches as he humped faster in his tightening rear. "Harder!" he squealed, arching his neck up to let out a loud moan, glaring down at the human in a mix of lust and dominance. "Deeper!" he yelled, his claws tearing the bedsheets as a tide of pleasure wiped away the remaining strings of rationality breaking as he gave into raw wild pleasure of mating. A deep rumble built up in his throat as he tipped over the edge. Nick was afraid to say the least; he feared the awful thought that the dragon had gone back to his crudest instinct driven state, a mere animal, a wild beast. Nevertheless Nick trusted in the clenching vent, feeling his own orgasm coming at a mind-blowing speed. Tightening his grip he slammed in one last time, moaning loudly as his cock throbbed, spurting seed in the muscular passage, painting the walls in white as he came. His grip on reality as well as on the dragon faded as he fell back, submerged by successive tides of climactic bliss. Yet, a split second later a loud mighty roar like he had heard so few of them shook the room, his body and the walls trembled alike, traversed by a chill of fear. Above him Lyam had his neck crammed back; his jaws wide open on these rows of sharp fangs as this sound escaped from the gaping hole. He didn't expect Lyam to be of producing such noise, a noise that had shilling in both fear and respect. Yet again, it was only a warning as scalding hot seed erupted from his bloated cock, warm cum splattering the human belly and chest, the first spurt so powerful that even his face was hit, coated in a layer of white cum.

The dragoon moaned loudly, almost howling as he broke loose, jets after jets of seed leaving white lines on Nick's belly. Seed kept being pumped out at a ruthless pace, his balls emptying on soft pinkish skin. The whole ordeal lasted a long minute, a minute they both spent like frozen, glancing at each other emptily, their minds empty of all thought, only focused on the torrent of pleasure boiling in their veins.

At some point the flow of cum stopped, turning into a weak trickle of weak semen. Lyaam shivered, his body trembling, his head tilting to the side before he fell. Nick grimaced as the dragon slammed on top of him with all his weight, half lidded eyes staring at him it what he assumed to be gratitude. "That was… fantastic…" he panted, finding a more comfortable position, making sure to keep Nick sheltered in his tail hole as he did so. "Sorry for the roar…" he added. "It's nothing. Also… I didn't know you could do that." "Didn't know either… first time I do that kind of thing." revealed the dragon, his eyes fluttering as he battled to not fall asleep, yet the haze of slumber was slowly taking over him. "So… ready for round three?" He yawned, nestling his snout in Nick's hairs. "How can you think about round three when you're barely standing up?" "Just kidding… I'm spent anyway; I'm totally and utterly drained." "Good news." "Actually… you're the only one in a while that made me feel like this." admitted the dragon, winking in the human's general direction. "It's only when I'm with you that I cum so hard." "Gross… but… cute… thanks." "You're welcome cutie." Snickered the dragon.

A few minutes went by in a deep silence as everyone was slowly getting carried away in the slumber realm before Lyam's voice rose once again. "Nick… are you awake?" "With you squashing me down of course." "Sorry… but I don't plan on moving." "What do you want?" "I… I had something… important to tell you." "Go ahead I'm listening." "You remember that time… back in the ship when I… kissed you?" "Of course how could I forget this? The most awkward moment of my life thanks to you." "Well… I told you that" "You loved me but then you said you spoke without thinking." "Yes… but… I had one month to wonder and… think about it… and… what just happened made it come back to me. I think… I think… I truly meant it." "You're gross Lyam seriously." "I mean it… every time I'm around you feel all… weird and… warm…" "Horny?" "No… not horny… it's… different… nothing like it in fact. It… it's like when I'm near you I lost all my means… all my composure… I just feel… embarrassed about everything." "You don't show it…" huffed Nick, giving no weight to these words, only seeing Lyam as what he showed, horny, eager, pesky, wry, teasing, tricky. "I'm… rather good at keeping appearances… and… well… It's just me so… but… I… I do really feel something different when I'm close to you."

"Stop your blushed there Lyaam it was fun but stop here." "Nick… I'm serious… I'm more than serious. Would you please listen to what I want to say?" "Fine… but make it quick I want to sleep." "I'll be short. I feel like it's no use to spend days doing small talks with you so… let's get straight to the point." he sighed, taking a deep brace as he braced himself to speak. "Nick… I… I love you… I truly do… with all my heart… with all my mind… like I've never did before. You… you make me feel good. Sure… I'm still horny and all… I know what you're gonna say. But… putting all these things aside… would you be my mate?" he asked, his voice barely audible as these last words formed upon his tongue.

Nick expected these words but hearing them spoken, from the dragon that had shown only sexual attraction toward him felt odd. How was it even Possible that a clone understood the feeling of love? Yet Lyam was smart; he wasn't asking this without reason. His gleaning eyes spoke for him, honest, nervous, expecting… loving.

Nick sneaked a hand behind the dragon's head, gently tugging until the dragon complied and lowered his snout. It took him a while to realize the cloned creature was holding his breath as he awaited that answer like his life was on the line.

Nick smiled, rubbing Lyam's chin as he pulled him closer with his other hand. Lyam was silent, watching the human with eyes that begged for an answer. That answer came quickly under the form of a soft and furtive kiss. Lyam gasped, his cheeks flushed red in disbelief. "Is that a yes…?" "Of course silly." chuckled Nick.

Lyam chirped happily ramming his bulky snout against his mate's face, kissing him passionately on the lips. The position was awkward for him but what was more disturbing was the contact of scales and skin as the two lost each other in the kiss. "I love you…" moaned Lyam, separating for barely more than a second. "I love you to…" replied Nick on the same tone after a short silence. Their lips found themselves sealed in a deep passionate kiss. It came naturally, softly aas they shared in this first contact.

"Not that bad." thought Nick as he wrapped his hands around the dragon's thick skull, hugging him lovingly.

………

"What was that sound?" mumbled Derec, springing awake. An unusual noise had woken him up. He had finally managed to fall asleep after hours of trying to get his surveillance system working, only managing to get bits and pieces of words, or rather incoherent noises, like some sort of moans or yowls. He grabbed his tablet; still that same message displayed on the frozen screen "No signal". "Of course."

He got up, shoving his bedsheets away, grabbing a small handgun he had been given in case of emergency and went out. His fur was puffing in all direction, consequence of both sleeping and the chilling air of his flat. He silently walked in the living room, his paw pads muffing his steps. He stopped, perking an ear, not a sound, just the low rumble of the air-conditioning system. He realized he wasn't dressed, not even wearing underwear, his sheaths, balls and butt exposed for viewing, his heavy nuts hanging in their furred sack, swaying with each step. Slowly he made his way toward his two guest's room. No sound came from within. He slipped two claws in-between the door and its frame, slowly pushing it open. Instantly he backed away, his nose twitching as he staggered on wobbly paw, his gun falling on the floor. He covered his face with a hand, snarling in disgust as that stench stung his sensitive nose. But it wasn't the only part of him that was stirred by that thick masculine scent as his sheaths parted around a red tip. He didn't need to look in the room or turn on the light to know what happened. He precipitately closed the door, grabbed his gun and walked back to his room with one hand pressed against his crotch as something emerged between his legs. Only once he had closed the door behind him did he dare to breathe, slowly removing his paw. Patches of his fur were already stuck together. Between his legs stood his maleness; half hard, protruding from his bulging sheaths. "Great…" he sighed, dropping his gun somewhere. He went to his bed, his demanding dick standing proud in the open. He had never smelled something so strong, so sweet, it was blowing his mind how potent it was and how easily it had aroused him.

He sat on his bed with his throbbing length starting to squirt pre seed. One paw wrapped around his aroused member while the other grabbed the tablet, leaving the surveillance app and entering the message app. He selected the private number of his mother and wrote a quick message.

"Does cleaning alien spunk is part of the requirements for this job?"

The answer that came, one minute later made him smile as he growled slightly, rapidly masturbating.

"What do you mean?"

He kept stroking his shaft rapidly, typing with one hand "I'll tell you later.".

His breath turned into a ragged pant, his broad tongue dangling on the side of his lower jaw as lustful thoughts filled his head. Finally his knot popped out of his sheaths as hot seed spurted out, flying in the air a mere instant before raining down on his paw, soaking his fur with the product of his own release. This job finally promised to be more fun than he thought.