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It was sometime after he'd whetted the first one and that one was going into him while he was bouncing forwards with each stroke but it felt the same, like the first one was inside him, he noticed the thrust was not as accurate, he pushed all the way down quite a few times, just slipping into Dthana's colon. By a quick shift of his buttocks and stomach position to a new spot or angle the post would slide in.

The other Sitran had come around to shove himself into his mouth, without any regard for Dthana's need to breath. Still Dthana was able to huff enough air from his flared nostrils from the length of his muzzle even in comparison to the size of the Sitran's three inch in diameter, slimy burnt tasting, reptilian pepper hot cock.

All before the shaft filled his windpipe and drove even farther down his throat to a place Dthana never realized existed.

Then

"Oh it's the drugs..."

"It must be, the last one...was.... not...likkkkkkk" He lost his thought. His mind stopped.

There was a moment that time stopped. To Dthana it certainly seemed like it, actually it was the shock of the feeling running all the way through his body from there through little used nerve endings directly to overload his pleasure senses of the brain. A blank stare and drool formed to eke out of his mouth's left corner. Even with that cock up inside him and this one down his throat, plus a lungful of air, the feeling was like being inside of a pillow. All of his whole body resonated with the all consuming pleasure. But over that feeling in surprise, after that instant the agony from the raping, and in his sore balls as well was gone. Though they were numb, empty and still being demanded of, both these guys were the same size but the one in his throat, seemed better.

He pushed his neck out to get the cock deeper in his throat before the Sitran pulled it out to start stroking. The huge thick meat shaft slippery in his mouth pushed into his throat. The pulse took him off guard a thrill unlike anything he'd ever experienced “...no, wait, there was that girl that sucked on the back and sides of his neck with such intensely”. That thought made him smile, even outside of the 'dream-moment'.

"G-G-G-G-G-GHOOOOOE-G-GG" Dthana said as the Sitran pulled out then shoved home again, the wave of pleasure was up about ten times more than that girl. He shivered to each stroke he could feel the cock exciting him to bursting, he had to have more of that staff it was incessant; it was the only thing he waited now. He was going after the snake with his throat in the snow, like he was a predator. He opened wide and the snake dove down his throat at exactly the point after the tongue, the wave started, each inch it doubled in intensity.

He gobbled it down; also it happened again in his deep bowels a pang of pleasure in all the previous pain in his stomach. Just the relief from the constant boiling in his guts was pleasure enough, but this was icing on a cake, like adding more milk to the pudding his stomach filled with cooling liquid deep down, as well as from his normal method of drinking, when the one in his throat came hard.

The chubby thick meat crossed through his esophagus deeper into his throat. Those waves erupted as soon as the tip passed his throat curve, radiating in waves till that spot ringed around the entire throat. The same pleasure like adrenalin or dopamine flooded his system. All focus centered on right there, then the next millimeter and so on all the way down his entire throat. Mind stopping pleasure erupted like a flood per increment.

He waited for the cock to withdraw but then finished swallowing the whole load, the Sitran pumped warm liquid in at first strong pulses of splooge, thicker than the later watery squirts.

As the Sitran slipped his limp dick out afterwards, the feelings were doubled in intensity he wanted the cock more now but also needed air. The shaft exited his throat in a continuous lonely sustained moan came out of a surprised but slowly becoming sentimental Dthana. This was something he remembered it was similar to the Sitrans taunting this sound at him the day earlier. The delicious cum trailing flesh-post then shoved up to the top of his tongue then splooge out the Sitran's last pulse. The Sitran grunted finally a soft groan, as the dominator moved to get out, Dthana was falling unconscious because he gagged on this last thick cum at the end. He caught himself falling to darkness by his quick rise up suddenly in a jerk; he could feel his upper teeth drag then snag for a second until he moved his mouth out of the way, on the Sitrans' most sensitive erogenous zone.

A violent smash struck him directly in the mouth, parting his lips only after ripping out all of both upper and lower teeth with what after it withdrew on the first hit was what looked like a now bloody topped knee, it rammed into his bleeding mouth again then again.

The ramming in his ass stood still, cool liquid quenched his ass he noticed then the kneeing his mouth stopped. His star filled eyesight returned slowly, his mouth was on fire and in stings of nerve ruptured agony. But he was not passing out, the pain was awful, then a cold metal device was shoved into his mouth.

Something that sounded like a drain unclogging then “Did you think i would not retaliate to your bite?" Slurred heavily it was difficult to understand the Sitran hissed and added extra difficult to pronounce sounds to hurt his ears, but he understood it.

The other Sitran was slipping his limp cock out of Dthana's rectum now. Then he stood up and back from covering Dthana like a mounting stallion on his back. A cold device held up close to his groin, he could feel it was sharp even though he could not even see it, it sounded really, really sharp when it was unsheathed. The blade was pressed against his flesh, cold and pushing a thin line.

"B-Wait, I've done all you wanted!" He talked around the long cold device in his mouth.

He whined but it was completely muffled as the device clicked home to grab both upper and lower back teeth in a loud grinding noise of gears.

Then the Sitran he had fallen near unconscious with, and then mistakenly snagged his teeth on the Sitran's most sensitive area, he could see the kick maybe was justified but to do the rest was not fair.

Another click, from the device in his mouth, followed by sharp intense pain that lanced into both upper and lower jaws, then it subsided, but the intensity he tried to pee but found he couldn't just dry pushes from his bladder, and then the horrible mouth agony stopped.

The long device withdrew spraying something wet in his mouth as it did. He opened his mouth wider when something jagged ripped the inside on his lips before he could get them withdrawn up. The cold metal device held bloody hard looking things in upper and lower clamping jaws like elaborate pliers, his mouth though felt completely fine, the pain in his mouth was pretty much gone, he felt nothing. He did however regard the both of them as he started again to fall unconscious, the sound of knives and a tugging feeling in his groin then letting go he looked down to where he could. And dropping to one side of whatever that device was that were holding him by his balls to then the ground coming up quickly…blackness.

He was on his butt sitting, past a round paunch of a belly larger than it should be. He felt around and fainted, but it was from what he did not find, warm and wet though, nothing else, and with both hands.

The next morning he awoke on his side. He thought then back to what he remembered last, last night. A shock of pure terror washed through him like those pleasure waves, but this was not pleasurable at all. He then felt between his legs, his balls were still a little sore to the touch but, then he thought quickly again, searching until. His own cock was just inside his sheath. He pulled his long pink self out into a frosty desert sunrise. He let himself go and fell backwards onto the sand laughing. He stopped when a pair of naked legs straddled him.

He looked up into an older face, not by much though, but then he realized what is going on, and where he is now. His smile fell off, "It was just like that! You were!" The Sitran leader said in perfect Amolean. Dthana shook his head, the Sitran then held up the bloody proof; they were somebody's, another Amolean like him, the pink except for where the last half to the base looks to be flayed of all the skin. The base sliced neatly off, both meat trophies still dripped blood.... can't be his cause his are still on, “No not!” he thought. And he told the Sitran exactly that.

The Sitran only shook his head, "We can show you again if you'd rather," another pair of hands grabbed one of his legs, then another pair his other leg. The other two Sitrans that had crept up behind the leader blocking, now upstaging Dthana's view, spread his legs slightly beyond the full extension that he could do without yelling in agony. This is what he did. Writhing till the pain eased a little but came back in twinges. The leader was still straddling him, an erect cock all this time making a pool on the pit of Dthana's stomach with Sitran pre. Scooting down Dthana's trunk, he made pecker tracks all the way down Dthana as he shuffled off but stopped on the sand in front of Dthana's exposed balls and perfect cock.

"No I believe you! I Do Really!" Dthana yelled as a strange device was wrapped around his balls just like in the dream.

"NO! PLEASE! STOP! “Dthana was crying, begging for them to not do it, "NNNNnooooo!" Dthana saw something gleam he choked and his whole body felt like he should tense but he just was frozen, he couldn't move.

The Sitran bent a knife into and underneath his scrotum in a quick crosswise slice they were folded in as well as chemical stitched and semi-healed. He felt his balls drop off in a sound that he could only stare in disbelief.

He croaked out as the Sitran put that device down and picked up a tube, "You- You just cut off my BALLS!"

The device he felt draw his cock inside with suction then something very cold ringed the base of his soft meat. Then was removed, he felt no pain. "There,” the Sitran announced with what goes for a smile among reptilian torturers, as he sat up on one knee resting an arm on the top of his thigh.

"Now we will give you some time, before, oh yes wait, one more thing" Another device introduced did sting, then felt relaxed and let made him drift into sleep. He fell back on the sand, his long face, his muzzle pointing to the sky. His mouth was open and he could feel the tiny hairs now in his throat that had grown during the night. He inhaled once before going under, he thought as the last conscious memory, "...hairs? What are those doing there?" He lost consciousness. The blackness stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes.

The sun was well up there was a huge commotion around the other side of the armored car, then someone he did not know came around and regarded him, the fat much older Sitran was dressed in something silky and flowing sleeves in the warm wind. The rest was the same tight fighting canvass khakis the rest of the Sitrans wore except his boots were black not desert sand colored. He was also fond of waving around a short stick with a loop at one end a silver metal clad opposite end sparkled in the hot sun above. He would hike it up under an armpit like the Senior Major used to do, in his old outfit. But the senior was at attention when he did that. And only in official ceremony, otherwise he only had his sword. But this!

This pompous ass sported two pistols one an Amolean Chamak and the other that Keshao piece of crap the Sitrans issued their officers.

‘Keshao jam seven' they would say. When firing a new clip or just the same clips reloaded with new rounds; the Keshao, in quick firing succession, jams on the seventh bullet every single time. So Sitrans only load five round clips instead of seven to cool the barrel down enough to keep this from happening.

Something in the make up in the material the Sitrans use to make their self-destruct device. This device was inside the gun body, so that if the weapon fell into enemy hands it became molten slag from the self-destruct anti tampering safety system. But this also contributed as the main factor that the gun in use comes to too high of a firing temperature and tends to cause the frame to overheat.

Still they all jam on the seventh bullet and have to be re barreled, to work or never fire six bullets per minute, outside of that they are beautiful weapons of the gunsmiths art to watch in use. So imperial and elegant, and to the extent of it is completely useless in battle.

The Chamak is Amolean and though limited to twenty-seven shots it can fire on full pulse of nine bullets, single-shot or full automatic all twenty-seven bullets at once. It is also accurate to 1173 yards. But unfortunately these had the defect of the Amolean only mechanical interrupt failed in all of the 2nd army's firearms. No one ever thought it would be the extent of this disaster, so there was no recall for faulty weapon self-destructs. Still the interconnect directly to the mind of the owner with the on gun computer never was discovered by the Sitrans, a use that made the weapon never miss a target.

The Sitran was still standing there but was making some long boring speech, then that drain again of Sitran laughter but only from the pompous officer. As a uniform groan of many voices sounded off on the other side of the armored car, he was lying next to. Confused, but by some memories it seemed like he was missing something, something had happened but he couldn’t remember. It had to do with the notion that he'd been enslaved the previous day, perhaps.

Is that all? Just one solar day! He thought to himself, and then gazed out into the desert wondering about his friends his command, what became of them?

((Authors note: in future, historians will universally agree that the Sitran victory of South Wind Plain was in fact a vicious massacre and diversion of the main Amolean onslaught by diverting them off the real flank, the actual weaker side vulnerable, left flank of the Sitran defense command.

And when D’Thana had flown into the minefield as a scout ahead leading his own troop of light cavalry, his main thrusters were blown out by several mines. He'd ordered his men to go around and join the rest of the brigade; they were to round a bend to reform.

On that plain around the bend where he could not hear was actually miles away; they were destroyed to the last man.

One Sitran squadron objected to completely destroying all of them so was sent to deep patrol around to the minefield and out from there, for that transgression, this was a Kasan crew.

A slap across his face and a two pairs of some gloved hands drag him now completely healed of his castration and emasculation, legs first on his back. Somehow he still has his ripped pants one leg each, around his calves and cannons. That slap was maybe necessary to take him out of his dream.

They all were playing some game and wanted the prize to watch to see who wins.

Sitting where the two left him on top of a scooped up by hand, into a small sand dune, he watched nervously.

There are a couple, no make that three darker slightly stockier taller by two feet at least Sitrans; they have bigger bulges in their pants and eye him a lot making him recoil from them, visibly.

"Maybe some are not the same size I've been able to handle." His sides started to sweat, and then his groin. Even his neck was getting hot too now. Soon he'd jump at the first shock towards him like an explosion.

He closed his eyes tried to calm down, He counted how many of them to determine how popular he was going to be. That thought made him wince.

Two, no it was three big Sitrans, then the general talks-a-lot, the crew that caught him (four), then, two of the other armored car under that one big darker green scaled, commander. Then two of the other light recon car, making a total of, it was hard to think, those drugs, he started, when he looked at his hands.

All the hair had loosened; he rubbed the backs and his pink skin underneath found the sun for the first time in his life. "What!"

He then rubbed his arm and his colorful brown and yellow stripped hair just flaked off to the light breeze. He looked behind him the wind blowing his striped hairs apart then only mostly brown hairs on the wind, one or two ocher yellow ones.

He turned looking back at the group gambling over him then, his eyes still wide. One of the darker ones jabbed the dark commander in the ribs they both looked up smiling then back down to the game, the commander yelled at the one that had taken his mind off the game, like anything other than skill was involved.

But they looked back at him then the game and kicked the sand, Dthana sighed some in relief they looked like they were mean.

But then he caught himself, "How much more could they be! Mean that is," Looking at their handiwork thus far he felt down there a big tuft of his fur came back with his hand, "Oh sons of Talbott!" He cursed, (a note to the fifteen sons of Talbot that fouled up one worse than the last in trying to get their father out of jail.)

He whipped his fingers in the breeze till there was no hair on them. He could feel the sun there too between his legs where his scrotum had healed over the scar from its removal just a few minutes ago, or so it seemed.

He felt the heat on his bare skin, "Where it never shone before!" he said out loud thinking of the sun above.

The game stopped, they all were looking at him, but then someone in the back made that moaning noise. It was directed at him, he could feel it like an arrow hitting the mark, and he felt ashamed, because he'd done it. He was now looking down. Everyone laughed that drain clearing way of theirs, and got back to the game in the sand. He felt even worse when everybody laughed, he was in no position to be happy, and his mouth, rectum and maybe his cock less sheath were for their amusement until he starved to death from malnutrition and thirst.

No one had given him a drink of water or any food since he was captured nearly two days ago, as far as he could remember. Why wasn't he thirsty, hunger he could explain, "I must have sucked cock twenty times last night, I think I'm pretty full on that!" he said quietly out loud.

Another drop of sticks, a great wail of voices went up, and some kicked sand and the others readjusted their crotches looking victorious. But thus far only one group did not throw yet, these were the four that had done all this stuff to him. He kind-of wanted someone else to win.

Roaming face to face on the losers’ side of the four vehicle camp, he gazed into the eyes trying to understand the person inside. All he saw was only pure ‘kill you dead’ abject hatred, looking at him he could feel their enmity, this was really a contention he couldn’t ignore.

So now, except for the three everyone else looked a lot meaner, so he hoped everyone would lose and an Amolean air to surface missile would come in and take out the whole problem, he especially.

Because then he would not be before the 1rst Marshal having to explain his actions in what with his men getting completely massacred. Now he really felt low, he had let down the command! This was bad, he had to get to command before they said the wrong things about him, even MIA his actions could bring his families' honor down, "Oh sons of Talbott go away I've got to get out of here somehow!" He remembered the old tale of Talbott, and his bad luck passed through to his sons' generation.

The one Sitran with sticks just looked at him as he looked extremely nervous looking around, then motioned his way, this Sitran got up and let ‘his' three go first.

Reluctantly they got up, one the driver Dthana thought was holding three sticks in his hands like rolling pencils together. He held them then an up in the air and with a roll one hand going out the other coming in, the sticks all spun in their own axis in the air before dropping one in each of the triads.

The other side that allowed this toss to go first just slammed their sticks into the sand. Then only the two manning the recon car both got in and started it up, with a blast of sand on him and everybody, they spun off and out into the desert.

"Sore losers I guess!" He caught himself smiling back at the same Sitran that had cut his balls off a few minutes ago. Both were looking at each other and caught each other's eyes, Dthana looked away, still even so he was secretly glad they had won him, something told him this was right, but fleeting, the memory of why escaped him.

Still the generalissimo had to be first as a privilege of rank. Each of the remaining crews lumbered out materials and other things out of the vehicles. A large blanket was laid upon the sand then poles were erected around, then a canvass camouflaged to look like a dune was set up on top of the poles, the lines were staked out into the sand angled away. Eventually a pair of Sitrans came, and he was picked up gently under his arms, his fur flaked away in each place they grabbed him.

He was going to say something, even if it got him a vicious slap, but the leader that had cut his cock off too, leaned over and whispered to him as they went through the flap of the double flap-door, complete with vestibule, tent. "Don't worry it will grow back" He fluttered off some of Dthana's hair from his hand a large handful, Dthana looked at his right arm and moaned his arm was denuded of all his fur like hair. They set him down by lowering him to the middle of the blanket. He was going thank them politely for being so nice about it then stopped these were the guys that captured him and took him and HE should be nice to them? He just grunted a little and looked back when the perfect Amolean speaking commander looked back in the flap after his two-crew mates had walked out.

"Yeah!" he said again turning and stepping back inside, he looked behind him then did something very odd D’Thana thought, he crept back in carefully like he was sneaking in. He stooped over then close, in front of Dthana's face, "Look, do whatever he wants, just don't seem to enjoy it as much! I know it will be hard, but," He furtively looked back, the flap had not moved and there was no sounds from outside either.

"You do this right and what happened to you when you woke up will happen again!" He stood up to leave but looked back, a little louder whisper, "But not, and you will live out your life this way, never to see home again. You chose my pet, we all decided, my crew and I, we want you, we all decided …chose wisely Amolean." He smiled at Dthana then winked.

Out through the door, the flap slowly lost motion after the leader had left. Dthana thought to himself, "Cannon to the right of me cannon to the left of me, do I go with the normal enslavement and really uncertain future, or stay with a bunch of Sitran puffs, which has to be the absolute weirdest turn of events I could have hoped for!" he thought shaking his head.

The flap flipped open from outside the bare-chested man-breasted general, stood before him, the sunlight blinding behind him, in the doorway. He turned and handed his shirt and weapon belt, to the soldier standing next to him, just a little behind, as he stepped inside the inner flap dropping closed. The soldier stopped. Dthana caught sight of the soldier standing at attention or something like it outside the tent door exterior.

The fat general walked around him, and as he did he was looking up and down Dthana's naked except for his pant legs still on his cannons above the pasterns. Then he dropped his pants to the blanket and only looked at Dthana.

Then he harrumphed and made moving swirls with his fingers at either side of his hips. The undergarment with the bulge that was getting larger underneath the cloth webbing was what he motioned for D’Thana to pay attention to. Dthana looked at him with a stupid expression remembering what leader ‘Puff' had said, "…Do whatever he wants just don't enjoy it so much." He thought the words were alien really, he only had done what he had to do because they would torture him to death; he thought they would anyway, but really stranger still he felt like he kind of wanted to suck on it.

He started to shake his head but caught himself he was in front of the fat top Sitran; he had to pleasure this guy, ugh!

It was as unpalatable; he reached up hesitantly with his furless right arm for the old Sitran's topknot on his underwear and pulled the lacing free of the knot. It unfurled and the underwear hung there for a second, he looked up into the general's eyes, soft they were, he looked at the Amolean kneeling before him back too, and moaned a little noise of agreement at how Dthana was going about it, nice and slow.

Dthana groaned silently, he was going slowly, because he wanted the get the hell out of here he going slowly to maybe not have to do it at all! "Get up and run on your agony shod hooves, yeah sure!" He thought.

He was going to have to do this too. It was inevitable, he licked his lips and bit the laces with his toothless gums and pulled the underwear out and down using the length of his equine head as lever. He let them flutter down the quivering, deeply giggle-moaning Sitran's chubby thighs, waiting his presents on his personal holiday.

Dthana closed his eyes and a gentle hand grasped his under jaw, some of his hair mussed off, and a musk smelling lizard cock pulled up slowly erect in front of his lips. He looked down his long face; hanging there and just shoved it in trying desperately not to taste it.

His first thought was correct this cock was really foul, “Gack. This is really awful tasting, worse than that vomit I wrenched out of my own guts!” he thought. Now that it was inside his whole mouth though, he wanted to let it slide back out then hack out another few gallons of vomit.

Preferring horrible agonizing death than put that horrid tasting piece of meat back in his mouth again. But it was not coming out instead it was going in farther, he had forgot to breathe. "Oomph!' he said as the cock was pushed by the owner sliding past his tongue and right into the first new hairs in his throat.

He'd forgotten about them because it was still part of a dream from the previous night; the orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks in a burlap bag.

Right in the face, or actually in the throat. He shrieked the delight! It was so profound he was Cumming! Oh Talbott, it felt so good, but it was in the wrong place, at the top of his throat! But then a millisecond later he came again, the cock was sliding faster over the hairs it happened again, he came again! It was only three millimeters down his throat and he knew he could take it all down from last night, but last night was NOT like this!

Each millimeter the shaft went into his throat he was in pure ecstasy he thought, "Women must feel like this, but in the normal place ...this must be those drugs! Ohh Talbott!"

He could not help himself he was really pushing on that thing taking it all the way in, like a demon he moved on it, sheiks of pleasure screaming around the old General's meat whistle, and this was only one slide!

On the return out Dthana felt like he was going to suffocate as the happiest ‘Puff' alive then air came into his lungs all across those tiny hairs. He was cumming each second now just from breathing. He did not have any balls and no dick at all but he ‘was' cumming, it was exactly the same, he looked at the General's cock like a hungry carnivore and attacked it sliding it into the pleasure tunnel, of his own throat.

Soon the General was moaning in unison to him shoving the old soldier's post down his throat. The Sitran held onto Dthana then, held his head steady and took over shoving himself into the depths of Dthana's loving throat.

The old guy let out a long mournful note giggling as he did so in the middle and grunted standing wobbly legged back from the insatiate Dthana, who was panting ...wanting more, ...more of that!

Dthana looked greedily at the slowly limping down cock that was his pleasure now; it was all that he could focus on. The Sitran danced to one side and then just fell heavily on the blanket he laughed flabby sounding that drain again.

And Dthana, though he still bounced a sore hoof off the blanket only once still with his cannons held well high on each step he crawled like a cuddling over to his pleasurer. Well the dangle between his legs anyway.

The Sitran looked up and sat up on the back of his elbows and motioned for Dthana to turn around, back into him. Dthana was bummed with the groan of a high school student having to finally do their homework; he turned himself around and positioned himself to back into the Sitran.

A couple flip-flaps on the dick and the Sitran was up again in a couple minutes while Dthana waited poised to settle down on the Sitran's shaft like a stick in the mud, like those portable boners, prostitutes keep when there are no clients.

Then Dthana did just that a gentle hand pulling on his tail, rubbing the underside with a thumb, it made the insertion comfortable, Dthana relaxed around it until it passed his anal ring, then all hell broke loose again, he came, like he had balls there.

"This was going to REALLY be hard, the leader said don't enjoy it too much! Talbotts! Luck how in the hell am I NOT going to enjoy it too much I enjoy it too much already!" Dthana realized.

Although did not notice at first, but for some reason there was someone screaming and laughing at the top of their lungs, but when he turned around and looked he was alone with the smiling but otherwise not screaming Sitran, he realized it was his voice!

He was in such pleasure he did not realize it. Then the strokes began harder, but he was doing all the pumping, his legs were getting weak, but he had to keep going keep sliding up and down in and out, the pleasure was intensifying it was like Cumming right there, he looked down between his legs and shuddered, thinking of what that has to feel like once someone in inside his sheath too. Biting on his lip he went faster, his pleasures were ultra intense several times he stopped and just moaned and groaned in happiness, a slap on his butt he got going again only stopping for the overload when it happened again.

He was never going home, he didn't want to now. This was never going to end it he had his druthers, and then the Sitran rose up and wrapped his legs up in front and hugged Dthana to him as well.

And if this was even possible Dthana found out, he went higher to a place where nothing is not pure pleasure; even putting your arm in a vat of molten lead would not take this away. After he was in orgasm over and over again then it sustained, stayed really. And then it got bigger, only when the Sitran came deep inside him he felt the real one the super orgasm, the one that left him in this idyllic place. This I don't care what this is, but it is better than everything else place!

Voices were angry around him, someone kicked him. Then rough hands drug him out and dropped him head and face first into the sand. He pulled back out of it, spitting sand and sneezing more out of his nose in a few snorts. There was a lot of commotion around then, a few more kicks and then the roar of engines as the vehicles, all but one started up.

Then the fat general got aboard the small recon vehicle the three stocky Sitrans all threw their hands down in a flap towards Dthana saying ‘Zith' and in a cloud of dust and littering sand, the two vehicles left the original one in the sand camp.

The leader waited three seconds and then ran over and hugged Dthana, "Okay now you get your reward, we get to keep you!"

Dthana sat back moving his hand to rub off a swath of his fur coming off. Now his entire chest, groin and belly were pink skin. He looked back as the leader did an ‘Aww that's nothing’ flip with his hand then came over and poked Dthana in the sheath with a needle. He injected the whole syringe.

The feelings of the ecstasy were still lingering, the pinprick was actually pleasurable, So much so that he helped to position himself to get the next one as offered by the leader ‘puff'.

The Sitran face got calmer and took on a serious voice but no real change in that toothy expression these alligator like beings had.

"Okay now it will be really painful but the pleasure should offset it, do you feel a burning sensation?"

Dthana did feel warm right where the needle was, his dick was on fire all of a sudden, "Ow wow! Yow, oh that hurts!" he rubbed his sheath, the pain was acute and very intense in a minute of jaw dropping agony then his groin was on fire too, claw-like he grabbed for his flaming groin but leader puff held his arms away, he was crying, "Oh you said, you said. ...OWWWW!"

Then it just stopped. Dthana was stopped by firm hands, no longer jerking violently and just relaxed it was only a couple seconds but oh that burned so bad, but nothing lingered, he had closed his eyes, leader puff was still holding his arms at the wrists.

The leader was smiling at him; "I said?" he looked down between Dthana's legs. Dthana followed his gaze, he pulled back in shock, and it was that way! He saw it, it was real, they did cut them off he'd seen it, but there they were just like always, if he could get his mouth down there, maybe with some help he would kiss them.

Then he saw it on his cock base it was not windy here where they were sitting. He was covered in tiny hairs from the base of his cock to halfway to the helmet. All inside the sheath until it was inside out the full extension of his length.

"Now here is the plan Amolean, we get you close to your lines, we surrender to your side, and we are really Kasan. Not Sitrans, you get to keep what you were born with and maybe your doctors can reverse the Avole inside you. We then both don't have to be under the Sitran thumb. Is it a deal will you help us."

He looked at the pink skinned still molting Amolean in the breeze only now when he got up standing before the still seated Amolean, did the breeze hit those hairs on Dthana's cock whether he said yes to the four Kasans, or yes to way that felt was debatable, but he returned a resounding you could hear it for miles “YES”. Many, many times as well.

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They were only together for a few hours riding in the desert over the dunes, one of the riders up inside of him as they purposely went over ever dune they could much to Dthana's pleasure, every bump jolt and sway and those wonderful flows over and down the other side dunes, "Oh I love dunes!" he was saying, another cock freshly split his ass to straight up inside very deep.

The party driving his body completely pink denuded of all hair except his tail and mane that had puffed up like a plume. The one on his tail was shaped like a puffed up spade shovel, a triple vane of the three-color drugs that enhanced his pleasures he found out, were the tip ‘feathers'.

They touched and rubbed him everywhere, he was beyond happy, unlike prostitutes, unlike his classmates at the tower; unlike his fellow officers these four really loved him. It was almost like this had gone on forever, but that memory also fled from him. But this is probably only for a way to get out from under Sitran influence.

But, when there was an Amolean transport, close by. It was hovering only a hundred feet above, in the next valley over. He could signal and they would send an air ambulance and prisoner car down for him and them, but he looked at his hopeful but now disillusioned moping mates.

"You know they will court marshal me probably, I'll be put in prison for quite a few years. They might shoot all of you I don't know what command does with prisoners; we haven't had to deal with any for over a thousand years!"

He, Dthana looked back to home; normalcy, women, his race and then, back at these four.

His captors and rescuers strangely enough, since they did give him back most of what he'd had. But those feelings and what the Avole had done to him. He'd found out it was a parasite that ate his digestive organs then died leaving a new organ allowed him to live off of cum.

His entire Amolean digestive and lymphatic systems were completely gone. Though he sweated in the same places he used to it was not really sweat glands. He didn't have any. The naked skin on his belly and back generated a unique coolness that he could not feel to his hand's touch but everyone else could. So his blood was cooled like this, and it felt good to rub too, he'd rubbed all his fur off during last few hours.

"You know, I think we might find another way" he had gotten off the vehicle and was walking down from the dune gingerly since his hooves still hurt.

"...I can fly a ship you know, couldn't we just become pirates?" he had climbed back on board the armored car. Commander puff, Siangka his name was, only laughed.

"Okay Dthana," he looked as he helped the Amolean aboard; "Let’s umm, put all our heads together, and come up with something". Dthana looked at him and said "Oooooo what you said! ...No one sleeps tonight!"

There was a not unfamiliar happy groan from the rest of Dthana's crew.