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This is the sequel to “Aliens and Cheetahs and Balls, Oh My!”

Following the previous chapter, Adrian and his symbiote companion, Fesla, journey to the local abandoned mall. Having been informed that the mob has a secret hideout there, they prepare for a fight.

This chapter is more focused on the action than the first. That means more ballbusting, cock teasing, and slimy tentacles.
", "writing": "With a single, effortless bound, Adrian leaped over the metal fence. His feet landed with a wet plap as Fesla absorbed the force of the fall. Using his trademark cheetah speed, he then sprinted across the empty lot, crouching down to avoid being seen. There was an old dumpster against one of the walls, which he used to boost himself up. The tentacles in his mouth and ass wiggled as he began to scale the wall. There came a quiet, metallic clank from behind as he reached the halfway point. He turned, but saw nothing. Must’ve been the wind rattling the fence.\n\n“I still think we should’ve called the police for backup,” the alien said as her host climbed up to the mall’s roof.\n\n“We got this,” he replied. “Besides, a bunch of cop cars all suddenly heading here wouldn’t exactly be stealthy.” He bent down, peering through the dusty skylight. The building was laid out in a “T” shape, with the skylight above the middle intersection. It looked like this used to be the food court, as evidenced by the tables and chairs. The place did seem abandoned enough, though they couldn’t see much. “Huh, no guards.”\n\nNow to find a way in. Smashing the glass wasn’t an opinion, so Adrian turned to scan to the roof. His eyes fell on an access door a few yards away. Hoping that opening it wouldn’t set off an alarm, he tried the handle. Locked. Inconvenient, but only for a moment. Opening his hand, he watched as three incredibly thin tendrils sprouted from his palm. The green appendages slithered into the keyhole, manipulating the locking mechanism. A couple of clicks later, and the door was open, revealing a set of metal stairs.\n\n“Y’know,” Adrian said as they descended, “if I was a bad guy, I’d put some, like, explosives or something in the doors to keep people from breaking in. These fellas need better security, that was way too easy.”\n\n“This might be a trap,” the symbiote agreed. “But, well, I guess it is supposed to be a secret hideout. If you put up too many defenses, it’d make it too obvious?”\n\n“Hmmm …”\n\nThe stairs led to another door, which opened into a maintenance hallway. Poking his head around the corner, Adrian checked one direction as Fesla simultaneously checked the other. (Having eyes on the back of your head sure came in handy.) The coast was clear, so, cautiously, he stepped out of the entryway, ducking into the shadows. The mall was dead silent. Moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, but they didn’t dare step into it. Shuffling along the wall, the pair could see nothing but left behind tables and some graffiti on a closed shutter. They’d have to take this slow, there could be gunmen hiding in any store, behind any corner.\n\n“So, do we just go through every room one by one?” Adrian asked. It was too dark to see down the long hallways, even with the feline’s natural night vision.\n\n“This place is big, that’ll take a while. You think they’re in the basement?”\n\n“Maybe … Eh, I still don’t get it. A mall is a horrible place for a secret base. We’re right smack dab in the middle of the city. I mean, judging by that graffiti, someone’s already broken in. I think that Ellie girl was wrong.”\n\n“We should still check, just to be- what was that?” The Nel whipped her host’s body around.\n\n“What happened?”\n\n“That chair just moved!”\n\n“What do you mean it mo-”\n\nCRASH!\n\nThe store window behind them suddenly exploded, sending shards of glass into the empty darkness. A second later, there was a loud bang as one of the tables suddenly and violently flipped itself over. He jumped back, frantically looking around to find the unseen attacker. Something small and fast whizzed past them, striking the opposite wall. From the sound it made, it was some kind of blade. The tentacle in his ass throbbed as Fesla thickened her biomass. Her suit wasn’t very good at stopping knives, but, unlike the cheetah, she could regenerate a lost limb.\n\nWhelp, it looked like Ellie had been right after all. Someone was definitely here, and they wanted the pair to know. The heroes knew this tactic well: distract and terrify your opponent with fake attacks from every angle, then strike when their back was turned.\n\n“Show yourself!” Fesla commanded, causing the largest mouth tentacle to pulse as it pushed down his throat.\n\n“As you wish,” came a voice from above.\n\nAdrian just barely managed to roll out of the way before something heavy landed where he’d just been standing. The tile floor cracked under the impact, the tables and chairs rattling and falling over. Fesla’s suit was strong, but if that blow had landed, neither of them would have survived. Getting back up into a defensive stance, they took the chance to examine their attacker.\n\nShe was some kind of lizard, judging from the leg shape and large tail. She was also wearing what looked like power armor. Though somewhat form-fitting (particularly in the chest region), it was clearly very advanced. Her helmet was fitted with a closed, opaque visor, her hands had wires running down the fingers, and there were several different objects attached to her waist. This wasn’t some random hired thug, only someone extremely skilled or extremely rich could get their hands on technology like this.\n\n“Huh,” Fesla spoke, taking a step back, “Been a while since I had an assassin sent after me.”\n\nThe armored reptile took her time standing up straight. The voice that came out her helmet was highly digitized, sounding almost synthetic. “I’m the last one you’ll ever face.”\n\n“Y’know, the previous guy said the exact same thing. He’s sitting in a prison cell now.”\n\nThe lizard began walking forward slowly, each step punctuated by a metallic whir and thump. There was some power behind those legs, that much was clear. She stopped under the skylight, arms at her side. “He didn’t know what he was fighting. I do. I know who you are.”\n\n“Oh yeah?” Fesla chuckled. Bad guys always loved to bluff, to sound scary.\n\n“More importantly, I know what you are, alien.”\n\nBoth the symbiote and her host flinched in surprise, their combined movements making their shock visible, despite their attempt at trying to suppress a reaction. The former was quick to regain her composure and tried to deflect the accusation. “Alien? You’re one of those conspiracy theorists, huh? I thought you had to be smart to be an assassin.”\n\nTheir attacker ignored her, pointing at the wolf’s mouth. “I also know that the little cheetah under that suit is a wimp that can barely even walk without your help. Just like how you can’t take a solid form without a host.”\n\n“What … what did you just say?”\n\n“I know you two need each other, and that makes you weak. Actually, no. You don’t really need him, do you Fesla? You could just find another body, afterall. Did she tell you, little kitty, what Nels do to their host once they're done with them?”\n\nThe pair’s mouths dropped. Who the hell was this woman? How did she know this stuff? Did she know who Adrian was? She called him a cheetah, but she hadn’t said his name. Did her armor have some kind of special x-ray vision or something? That must be it … but … no, that wouldn’t explain how she knew the term “Nel.” There were only two other people on the planet that knew what a Nel was. One was their superhero friend, and the other was … Vaal.\n\n“Who hired you?” Fesla asked.\n\n“She said to tell you that she was ‘an old friend of yours.’”\n\nSo it was Vaal. The pair had been hunting her for years, to no avail. But if she was sending an assassin to stop them, then they must finally be getting close. Was she here, in this mall? Was she watching from the shadows?\n\n“And you’re telling us all of this, why? Cause you think you can kill us?”\n\n“Oh, I’m not going to kill you. I’m getting paid to take you in alive, though I was told that breaking a few bones was acceptable. I was just passing along a message. Ahem, now then,” the lizard spread her arms, leaving herself wide open, “I have a busy schedule tonight, so shall we just get to it already? I don’t like having my time wasted. I hope you won’t disappoint me like my last target.”\n\nAdrian took another step back, fists clenching. He could feel the symbiote’s extra biomass shifting to his legs, building up power like a spring. They weren’t going to be able to talk their way out of this one. Damn it, tonight just kept getting worse and worse. To be honest, he wasn’t completely sure if they could take her, that armor looked tough. He expressed this doubt to his companion, who said that they had to try. They needed to strike now, while her guard was down. Taking in a deep breath through the tentacle rubbing against his tongue, he conceded that they really should have called for backup.\n\nLetting lose a furious snarl, the wolf charged forward, claws extended. Though they cleared the distance in barely two seconds, their opponent was faster. Dodging under the punch, she replied with her own. Her metal fist collided with the side of Fesla’s snout, just barely in front of Adrian’s nose. The wolf’s goopy face exploded, but it didn’t even slow them down. Pivoting on his heels, Adrian turned back and threw a second swipe. This one was blocked by the lizard’s raised arm, which then extended to grab the back of his head. Yanking him forward, she sent another punch to the wolf’s chest, slamming directly into her left tit. Her fist sunk into the round, green breast, hitting the toughed, hardened biomass underneath.\n\nThe impact knocked the cheetah back, but he managed to catch his balance. This woman was strong, he felt that punch even through Fesla’s suit. He quickly brought a hand up to his face, grabbing and pulling the alien’s sticky skin to reform her snout. Surprisingly, their opponent didn’t press her advantage, choosing to merely stand there and watch. She cocked her head as the wolf’s face took shape again, quipping that the pair wasn’t as strong as she had hoped.\n\nFesla snapped her reformed jaws, “You do know I can’t feel pain, right? Or did your boss forget to mention that? It’ll take more than some punches to beat us.”\n\n“Oh, I’m aware. That’s why I got some upgrades installed.”\n\nPOW!\n\nThe assassin dashed forward, uppercutting Fesla in the stomach. Adrian nearly choked as the tendril in his mouth spasmed, splitting apart down the middle. A loud shriek rattled in his skull as the alien screamed into his brain. A large portion of her biomass immediately retreated back into her core at the base of his spin, leaving his chest and hands exposed. The rest of the goopy suit involuntarily constricted and hardened, tightening around the feline and forcing him to trip backward. It was like his whole body was cramping, preventing him from moving on his own accord. It took a few moments for Fesla to soften herself, allowing her host to breath and move again. His abdomen tingled, like he’d just been shocked.\n\n“Fesla!?” Adrian gasped.\n\n“What the fuck was that?” the symbiote’s shaky voice replied, “That … that hurt!”\n\n“Ah.” The pair looked up to find the reptile examining her right hand. Small arcs of red electricity traveled over her fingers, crackling as she clenched her fist. “So it does work.”\n\nWith pain surging into anger, Fesla forced Adrian’s body up, violently swiping at their foe. The assassin easily side stepped it, chopping the wolf in the waist with a blast of electric energy. Fesla grunted in pain as the male stumbled forward, the suit locking up again. All the biomass from the left side of his ribcage to his knee immediately slithered away. This time, the lizard followed her strike up with a kick as she pivoted behind them. Only, this attack wasn’t for the alien, it was for the feline.\n\nWHAM!\n\nA hot blast of pain exploded from the cheetah’s groin as the hard metal foot slammed into his testicles. The poor spheres were driven up into his pelvis, quivering desperately as they flattened out for a split second. Used to the suit protecting him, Adrian collapsed onto his knees and attempted to cup himself. To his horror, he realized that he couldn’t move his arms, as the symbiote’s suit hardened again. This meant that their foe had plenty of time to slam a second kick between his legs.\n\nWHAM!\n\nFesla was so locked up that he couldn’t even fall forward, leaving him completely exposed.\n\nWHAM!\n\nIt took several seconds for the feline’s balls to re-inflate back to their usual shape, having nearly been knocked back up inside him. He braced for a fourth hit, but it didn’t come. Mercifully, the lizard relented for a moment, stepping to their side and tapping her foot.\n\n“Oh fuuuuuck.” Adrian choked out when the suit finally gave him back control. He immediately shielded his ballsack, crawling away a short distance. “Fesla …”\n\n“What is she … how did …”\n\n“Fesla, what’s happening!?”\n\n“I-I don’t know! When she hit me, it … it hurt and … and I cramped up.” Fesla forced her voice to stop wavering, extending her suit to fully cover her host again. A warm feeling washed over his crotch as her slime molded around his genitals.\n\n“Why did you shrink the suit?”\n\n“I didn- I didn’t mean to! I lost control of my body! What the fuck did she do to me?”\n\nHe glared up at the assassin, who just looked down at him with crossed arms. She shook her head with sigh, “Oh come on, don’t tell me that’s all you can take? I thought you were supposed to be a superhero?”\n\nThe wolf shook her head, the cheetah panting inside her. They stayed on all fours for a moment, until, with some effort, they planted a foot to stand on one knee. She mentally apologized to her partner, “Adrian, I don’t know if I can take another hit like that.”\n\n“We can’t give up yet,” he replied.\n\n“I’m not, I’m just … I’m sorry.”\n\n“It’s okay. Just … just let me take the hit.”\n\n“Adrian, no.”\n\n“We have to stop her, Fesla.”\n\nWith a metallic clap, the assassin nodded as they stood up. “There you go! I was worried there for a minute, I thought you two might be even more pathetic than I’d been told.”\n\nThe tentacle in the feline’s mouth vibrated as the symbiote growled.\n\n“Aww, that’s cute. I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna give you a choice: you can keep fighting, in which case I beat the fuck outta you, pop those stupid kitty nuts, and rip you off his back. Or: you surrender, in which case I beat the fuck outta you, pop those stupid kitty nuts, and rip you off his back. Either way, I’m collecting me a nice, fat paycheck.”\n\n“Fuck you,” Fesla barked, trying not to wince. Appearing weak was the last thing they needed to be doing. She wasn’t going to let this cocky asshole mock them like that.\n\n“Ah, very good choice. I love it when my targets think they have a chance.”\n\n“We could do this all day, sweetheart. Like I said, it’ll take more than some punches to beat us.”\n\n“Oh? In that case …” The lizard grabbed a small cylinder off her belt and spread out her arms. Her armor began to shimmer slightly, gradually shifting in hue until it became a dull gray. A moment later, it rapidly flashed through a rainbow of colors, before turning completely transparent.\n\nAdrian’s face dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”\n\nFesla shushed him, trying to listen. That armor had to be extremely heavy, surely it would make a lot of noise as she moved. The wolf’s fake ears twitched, trying funnel sounds into the cheetahs real ears. They’d fought against an invisible opponent before, they could do it again.\n\nA minute passed, then two, then three. Silence. Was she just standing still? Was she waiting for them to make the first move?\n\nPing!\n\nThere came a noise down the right hallway. One of the alien’s eyes shifted across her face to look, the rest of her body staying motionless. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness. It must have been a fake-out, something the assassin threw to distract them.\n\nAnother minute passed. More silence. They debated on whether or not they should try to splash their attacker with some of Fesla’s slime. She lost control of biomass that wasn’t connected to her core, but it might make the assassin visible.\n\nJust as Adrian suggested they move to the center of the food court, where all the tables and chairs were, there came the sound of loud footsteps. Rapidly approaching footsteps.\n\nFrom behind.\n\nThe male spun around, bringing his arms up reflexively. He braced for an attack, but none came. Instead, all they saw was a tiny drone hovering in the air. By the time they realized it had a speaker, and the footsteps were coming from it, it was too late.\n\n“GYAAH!” Fesla screamed as the lizard suddenly rematerialized behind them. The cylinder she held expanded into a staff, the tip buzzing with the same red energy. The tip jabbed itself into the wolf’s pelvis, forcing her to double over. Stuck in the suit, Adrian could only watch as the lizard swung the other end of the staff up between his legs.\n\nPOW!\n\nThis explosion of pain was even worse than the three before. The metal rod smacked into his balls with such force that it was a miracle at least one didn’t crack. He couldn’t even let out a yelp, as the mask prevented him from vocalizing his suffering. Taking a step back, the assassin swung the staff up again, catching the wolf in the chin. The pair fell on their backs, unable to protect themselves as she jabbed the staff into his crotch. She aimed it perfectly into the center of his left nut, the metal tip pushing so deep it nearly pierced straight through.\n\nZZZZZZAP!\n\n“AAAAH!” Adrian’s eyes rolled back and his body bucked as a massive blast of electricity nearly fried his ball to a crisp. His attacker pushed harder, planting her feet to give her the most leverage.\n\n“That’s it, kitty, cry for me!”\n\nHe mentally yelled for Fesla to help. With the staff buried in his groin, she couldn't extend herself back over his balls to protect them. She could, however, force his body to lean forward and grab the staff. Summoning all her strength, she yanked the weapon out the woman’s hands, throwing it to the side with a heavy clank.\n\n“Oof!” A solid kick to the chest knocked the wolf back down. That same foot was then brought down onto his nuts, brutally crushing them against the floor. The burning agony grew even hotter as she twisted her heel, pressing down for a second to push off of him. Arm outstretched, the assassin reached for her staff, which flew off the ground and into her hand.\n\nSince the male was too overwhelmed with pain to get up himself, the symbiote moved for him. Scrambling to a nearby table, she lifted herself up and grabbed one of the chairs. By the time she turned around, their foe was already invisible again. Her eyes moved around her head as she tried to calm Adrian and his trembling limbs. “Are you okay?”\n\nA whimper was his only reply. He’d been hurt in fights before, but never like this. Waves of pain radiated from his groin, concentrated on the left side. There was nothing he wanted more than to curl up and cup himself, but the suit kept him upright. “Ooh, oooh h-holy f-fuuuck, m-my balls, gaah …” They felt like they’d been cracked in half, but Fesla assured him they hadn’t as she coated them in her slime, earning a gasp in response.\n\n“Deep breaths, Adrian, deep breaths. I’ll get us through this, just let me do it.”\n\nA metallic chuckle from the left filled the dusty room. The chair the wolf held sailed through the air at it, shattering into pieces as it slammed into a wall. The small drone crashed to the floor, spinning in circles as its broken rotors tried to lift it. It laughed again, despite its ruined state, speaking with the lizard’s voice. “Oh, did I break your little ball? Poor kitty nuts, so easily popped. Shame mother nature gave organics such fragile and pathetic things.”\n\n“Organics?” Fesla repeated aloud, trying to get her partner’s shaking under control.\n\n“But don’t worry, alien,” the drone continued, “I’ll make sure that you get to suffer too!”\n\nThere came more footsteps, but this time Fesla was ready, managing to catch the staff as the lizard rematerialized. Not expecting her attack to be blocked, the latter rammed her knee between the wolf’s legs, to little effect. Though it jostled his ballsack against his pelvis, the Nel’s slime blocked most of the blow. The two wrestled for control of the weapon. The assassin was far stronger, but that knee left her off balance. Fesla raised her right leg, kicking her adversary in the stomach. The latter lost her grip on the staff, which the wolf brought down on her hardened knee, snapping it in half. The electrified tip crackled and fizzled out. Holding the broken weapon like a baton, she swung it into the lizard’s visor. The glass cracked under the blow, knocking its wearer down.\n\nAdrian, practically a prisoner in his own body, could only watch as every little movement made his testicles ache even worse.\n\nAgain the wolf swung, but now it was her opponent’s turn to block. One metal hand caught the staff, while the other uppercutted the wolf between the legs. Fortunately, Fesla managed to retract her slime before the hit landed, so the punch was mostly absorbed by her host’s balls. The cheetah mewled around the tentacle, but the alien tuned him out.\n\nA high-pitched whir came from the lizard’s metal legs as the servos launched her up. Her helmet caught the wolf in the chin, smushing the goopy snout. Still gripping the staff with her left hand, she grabbed the symbiote’s tit, giving it a zap. Immediately, the wolf went rigid again, allowing her to reach down and seize the cheetah’s exposed crotch.\n\nThe feline’s shorts offered no protection as the assassin bore down on his jewels, trying to compress them as much as she could in her gauntleted fist. Fesla’s face reflected in her visor as she isolated into the left one, wiggling her thumb into the squishy, quivering orb. The yelp he gave was so loud it could be heard even through the mask. She nodded at this, bearing down even harder. “Oh yeah, there we go! Get that ball nice and flat!”\n\nNeither one of the heroes could do anything as the villain gloated, staring into their eyes. “You two put up a decent fight, I’ll give you that. But you should have just surrendered, cause now …” The lizard leaned in, twisting and yanking on her prize. “I’m going to take my sweet time popping these dumb things. Then it’s your turn, Nel. My employer has some very special plans for- AH!”\n\nRegaining control of her body, Fesla slapped her hand down onto the cracked visor, leaving a thick, green layer of goop. The assassin immediately released her hold, stumbling back to tear the slime off. The wolf was already mid-tackle when she managed to peel it off.\n\n“Bitch,” Fesla growled as she stabbed the broken staff through the visor as hard as she could. Sparks and smoke exploded from the hole in the glass. Adrian’s eyes widened, shocked that his partner had just killed someone.\n\nHis fears were misplaced, as the assassin brought her knees to her chest, kicking the wolf off. Her hands grasped the rod embedded in her face, ripping it out. More sparks fell to the floor as she swung her arms blindly. “No, no! My eye!”\n\nAs she flailed around, trying to keep the heroes back, Adrian could see a tangle of exposed wires under the glass. The realization hit him: that wasn’t armor.\n\n“The mob has fucking robots now!?”\n\n“They’ll have one less after tonight,” Fesla replied. She forced the cheetah’s body to stand, walking forward with loud steps. The fight was over, and they all knew it.\n\nPulling a small orb from her belt, the mechanical lizard pointed at them. “Stay back!”\n\n“Oh come on, don’t tell me that’s all you can take? I thought you were supposed to be an assassin?”\n\n“Alien cunt!”\n\n“Where is Vaal!? Tell me, or I’ll rip you apart until you're nothing but scrap!”\n\n“You can’t threaten me! You have no idea what you’ve just brought upon yourself!” The robot raised the orb, frantically stepping back.\n\nFesla continued to advance. “What is she doing in this city!? Why is she working with the mob!?”\n\nThe orb gave a soft click as the villain flicked her thumb across it. She glanced up at the skylight, then back down. The pair’s eyes stared into the visor’s smoking hole as she spoke, “You’ll find out soon enough.”\n\nBANG!\n\nA tremendous boom and flash of light filled the space as the robot spiked the orb to the floor. The pair covered their ears, looking away. Something up above shattered, sending shards of glass falling all around them. Fesla, though blinded, rolled out of the way, collapsing against a nearby table. As his eyes were somewhat shielded by the mask, Adrian’s vision was the first to clear up.\n\nThe assassin was gone, the skylight above them broken. As his ears slowly stopped their ringing, he listened, hearing nothing but his own heartbeat. Aside from the horrible ache in the male’s groin, there was no evidence that their foe had ever been there. The drone had somehow vanished. The knife she had thrown at them was nowhere to be found. Even the broken staff had disappeared. They were alone.\n\nThey were in pain, they were exhausted.\n\nBut they were alive.\n\nNow they just needed to check that his balls were as well.\n\n\n\n\n“Please tell me I can still have kids,” Adrian groaned, spread out on his bed. It ached so much he couldn’t even find the strength to check himself. All he could do was lie there and let out the occasional feline whimper as Fesla coated his nuts with her warm slime.\n\n“She got the left ball pretty bad. It’s gonna be bruised for a while,” replied the alien.\n\n“No shit.”\n\n“It’s swollen and a little … um … dented. I can see where she stabbed it. The other ball seems to be okay, though.”\n\n“It doesn’t feel okay. Fucking … I thought for sure she broke them.”\n\nThe symbiote had shifted all her biomass to his groin, massaging and poking at his genitals. Since he was too weak to walk, she had carried him out of the mall and back to their apartment. They had called the police on the way, and the building was currently being searched from top to bottom. If Vaal or the mob were there, they wouldn’t stay hidden for long.\n\nBut that didn’t matter right now. Now all her attention was devoted to making sure her partner was okay. They couldn’t really go to a hospital, due to Fesla being attached to his back, so it was up to her to examine his injuries. Fortunately, though he sucked in a breath at every touch, the two sphere’s seemed to be intact.\n\n“I think they should be fine with some rest. We got lucky. If she had hit you again-”\n\n“Don’t say it.”\n\nA chunk of green slime slithered its way onto his chest. It lifted itself up, revealing a single, slitted eye, surrounded by a ring of black teeth. “I’m sorry I retracted the suit. I shouldn’t have done that, I just thought that …”\n\n“It’s fine. We beat her.”\n\n“Yeah … for now.”\n\nThe cheetah shifted uncomfortably, trying and failing to relax. He brought his right arm over his face, shaking his head. “I told you Ellie was wrong. The mall didn’t make sense. It was a trap all along.”\n\n“You saw those pictures, they were there. Maybe it was just a one time visit, like for a trade off, or maybe a deal or something. We should go talk to her tomorrow, if you're feeling better.”\n\n“Tomorrow? I’m not gonna be able to walk for a week!”\n\nThe eye looked down for a moment, its teeth undulating and clicking against each other as she thought. They’d never been beaten like this before. She needed to comfort him somehow, bring his spirits up. Given the nature of his injury, there was only one way to do that.\n\n“Adrian.”\n\n“Ugh.”\n\n“Adrian.”\n\n“What?” He moved his arm, doing a double take at the sight before him. The symbiote had taken her wolf form on his lap, shaping her slime to form a fake pussy between her legs. She brought her hands to her chest, pretending to bounce her tits up and down. Her body wasn’t solid, merely a thin slice of the front, but it was convincing enough from his angle. The only thing that was missing was a face, her head was still just one eye.\n\n“What are you doing?” he asked.\n\n“You said I owed you an orgasm when we got home.”\n\n“Fesla, I can’t right now.”\n\n“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, bringing her face closer to his. “I’ll do all the work. Just relax, honey, sit back.”\n\n“I was joking when I said that, you don’t have to do this,” the cheetah replied, cock twitching in spite of his words,\n\n“I want to. And besides, we need to actually make sure your nuts still work.”\n\nHe looked over her body for a moment, biting his lip. An orgasm did sound very nice, but he was worried that it might hurt. Fesla assured him it wouldn’t, softly flicking a tentacle across his cockhead. With a deep breath, he accepted the offer, on one condition: “Can you at least, uh … change your face?”\n\nThe symbiote’s head split down the middle, revealing a gaping maw of sharp teeth. “Aww, you don’t think I’m pretty?”\n\n“Do you want my honest opinion?”\n\nThe alien laughed, but did as requested, molding her head into its regular canine shape. “Better?” she asked, to which he nodded. Had it’d been any other day, he’d have gotten his bollocks smacked for being a smartass. He was lucky he was so cute. She puffed out her chest, grinning as she spoke into his brain. “Alright, you better get comfy, babe, cause I’m not stopping until I wring every last drop outta you.”\n\nAdrian chuckled nervously. Oh boy, he was really in for it now. The last time Fesla had said that, she’d held him down for nearly four hours. The way she smiled told him that she was going to try and beat that record tonight. “And you’re not going to ruin them this time, right? You’re gonna actually let me cum?”\n\n“You’ll have to wait and see.” With this, the Nel scooted back, swallowing his cock in her slime. The warm embrace made him moan, his body shivering as she got to work. Being that they more or less shared a mind, she knew the perfect way to make him squirm.\n\nHer “pussy” swirled up and down, forming little knobs and ridges that stroked and teased the shaft. The wet tunnel tightened rhymically, coiling around his cock like a long tail. Simultaneously, a trio of thin tentacles licked and swirled around the sensitive head. She sped up the pace for a moment, squeezing around him harder, before letting go and holding the shaft still as she teased the tip. His hands gripped the sheets, his head thrown back at the sudden and uneven overstimulation.\n\n“Aah, oh fuu- … F-Fesla! Slow down!” Adrian bucked his hips, rewarding the alien with adorable whimpers and moans. His balls still ached like all hell, but the wonderful pleasure was doing a good job of combating it. She had only just started, but there was no way he was going to be able to hold back for much longer. She didn’t mind, of course. If anything, it would just make him even more sensitive, which would make him moan for her more. Oh, how she loved this. Making him squirm and beg for release, hearing him whine and purr for her to keep going. After a busy week of being superheroes, it was just so nice to unwind with her favorite toy.\n\n“Kiss me.”\n\n“W-what?” The cat opened his eyes just as the wolf leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Her long green tongue pushed its way into his mouth, licking at his tongue. He coughed at the sudden invasion, but didn’t resist. With weak arms, he tried to reach for her chest, but she grabbed his hands, interlacing her fingers with his.\n\nUh-oh, he knew what that meant.\n\nSpeeding up the stroking, she softened her body, melting onto him like a cocoon. A wet, slimy cocoon that brought his arms to his sides. The tongue pushed deeper into his mouth as her face dissolved, wrapping around his head. His legs kicked, but she held them together. Adrian could do nothing but lie there helplessly as she held him tight, bathing his crotch in pleasure. He couldn't move, not even to thrust into the air. She even locked his tail into place.\n\n“Isn’t this so much better than that cheap fleshlight?” Fesla sighed contently, settling in for a long, long night.\n\nThe feline was too overwhelmed by her cock milking to form a coherent reply, letting out his second cumshot of the night as she slipped a tendril into his ass.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "With a single, effortless bound, Adrian leaped over the metal fence. His feet landed with a wet plap as Fesla absorbed the force of the fall. Using his trademark cheetah speed, he then sprinted across the empty lot, crouching down to avoid being seen. There was an old dumpster against one of the walls, which he used to boost himself up. The tentacles in his mouth and ass wiggled as he began to scale the wall. There came a quiet, metallic clank from behind as he reached the halfway point. He turned, but saw nothing. Must’ve been the wind rattling the fence.

“I still think we should’ve called the police for backup,” the alien said as her host climbed up to the mall’s roof.

“We got this,” he replied. “Besides, a bunch of cop cars all suddenly heading here wouldn’t exactly be stealthy.” He bent down, peering through the dusty skylight. The building was laid out in a “T” shape, with the skylight above the middle intersection. It looked like this used to be the food court, as evidenced by the tables and chairs. The place did seem abandoned enough, though they couldn’t see much. “Huh, no guards.”

Now to find a way in. Smashing the glass wasn’t an opinion, so Adrian turned to scan to the roof. His eyes fell on an access door a few yards away. Hoping that opening it wouldn’t set off an alarm, he tried the handle. Locked. Inconvenient, but only for a moment. Opening his hand, he watched as three incredibly thin tendrils sprouted from his palm. The green appendages slithered into the keyhole, manipulating the locking mechanism. A couple of clicks later, and the door was open, revealing a set of metal stairs.

“Y’know,” Adrian said as they descended, “if I was a bad guy, I’d put some, like, explosives or something in the doors to keep people from breaking in. These fellas need better security, that was way too easy.”

“This might be a trap,” the symbiote agreed. “But, well, I guess it is supposed to be a secret hideout. If you put up too many defenses, it’d make it too obvious?”

“Hmmm …”

The stairs led to another door, which opened into a maintenance hallway. Poking his head around the corner, Adrian checked one direction as Fesla simultaneously checked the other. (Having eyes on the back of your head sure came in handy.) The coast was clear, so, cautiously, he stepped out of the entryway, ducking into the shadows. The mall was dead silent. Moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, but they didn’t dare step into it. Shuffling along the wall, the pair could see nothing but left behind tables and some graffiti on a closed shutter. They’d have to take this slow, there could be gunmen hiding in any store, behind any corner.

“So, do we just go through every room one by one?” Adrian asked. It was too dark to see down the long hallways, even with the feline’s natural night vision.

“This place is big, that’ll take a while. You think they’re in the basement?”

“Maybe … Eh, I still don’t get it. A mall is a horrible place for a secret base. We’re right smack dab in the middle of the city. I mean, judging by that graffiti, someone’s already broken in. I think that Ellie girl was wrong.”

“We should still check, just to be- what was that?” The Nel whipped her host’s body around.

“What happened?”

“That chair just moved!”

“What do you mean it mo-”

CRASH!

The store window behind them suddenly exploded, sending shards of glass into the empty darkness. A second later, there was a loud bang as one of the tables suddenly and violently flipped itself over. He jumped back, frantically looking around to find the unseen attacker. Something small and fast whizzed past them, striking the opposite wall. From the sound it made, it was some kind of blade. The tentacle in his ass throbbed as Fesla thickened her biomass. Her suit wasn’t very good at stopping knives, but, unlike the cheetah, she could regenerate a lost limb.

Whelp, it looked like Ellie had been right after all. Someone was definitely here, and they wanted the pair to know. The heroes knew this tactic well: distract and terrify your opponent with fake attacks from every angle, then strike when their back was turned.

“Show yourself!” Fesla commanded, causing the largest mouth tentacle to pulse as it pushed down his throat.

“As you wish,” came a voice from above.

Adrian just barely managed to roll out of the way before something heavy landed where he’d just been standing. The tile floor cracked under the impact, the tables and chairs rattling and falling over. Fesla’s suit was strong, but if that blow had landed, neither of them would have survived. Getting back up into a defensive stance, they took the chance to examine their attacker.

She was some kind of lizard, judging from the leg shape and large tail. She was also wearing what looked like power armor. Though somewhat form-fitting (particularly in the chest region), it was clearly very advanced. Her helmet was fitted with a closed, opaque visor, her hands had wires running down the fingers, and there were several different objects attached to her waist. This wasn’t some random hired thug, only someone extremely skilled or extremely rich could get their hands on technology like this.

“Huh,” Fesla spoke, taking a step back, “Been a while since I had an assassin sent after me.”

The armored reptile took her time standing up straight. The voice that came out her helmet was highly digitized, sounding almost synthetic. “I’m the last one you’ll ever face.”

“Y’know, the previous guy said the exact same thing. He’s sitting in a prison cell now.”

The lizard began walking forward slowly, each step punctuated by a metallic whir and thump. There was some power behind those legs, that much was clear. She stopped under the skylight, arms at her side. “He didn’t know what he was fighting. I do. I know who you are.”

“Oh yeah?” Fesla chuckled. Bad guys always loved to bluff, to sound scary.

“More importantly, I know what you are, alien.”

Both the symbiote and her host flinched in surprise, their combined movements making their shock visible, despite their attempt at trying to suppress a reaction. The former was quick to regain her composure and tried to deflect the accusation. “Alien? You’re one of those conspiracy theorists, huh? I thought you had to be smart to be an assassin.”

Their attacker ignored her, pointing at the wolf’s mouth. “I also know that the little cheetah under that suit is a wimp that can barely even walk without your help. Just like how you can’t take a solid form without a host.”

“What … what did you just say?”

“I know you two need each other, and that makes you weak. Actually, no. You don’t really need him, do you Fesla? You could just find another body, afterall. Did she tell you, little kitty, what Nels do to their host once they're done with them?”

The pair’s mouths dropped. Who the hell was this woman? How did she know this stuff? Did she know who Adrian was? She called him a cheetah, but she hadn’t said his name. Did her armor have some kind of special x-ray vision or something? That must be it … but … no, that wouldn’t explain how she knew the term “Nel.” There were only two other people on the planet that knew what a Nel was. One was their superhero friend, and the other was … Vaal.

“Who hired you?” Fesla asked.

“She said to tell you that she was ‘an old friend of yours.’”

So it was Vaal. The pair had been hunting her for years, to no avail. But if she was sending an assassin to stop them, then they must finally be getting close. Was she here, in this mall? Was she watching from the shadows?

“And you’re telling us all of this, why? Cause you think you can kill us?”

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you. I’m getting paid to take you in alive, though I was told that breaking a few bones was acceptable. I was just passing along a message. Ahem, now then,” the lizard spread her arms, leaving herself wide open, “I have a busy schedule tonight, so shall we just get to it already? I don’t like having my time wasted. I hope you won’t disappoint me like my last target.”

Adrian took another step back, fists clenching. He could feel the symbiote’s extra biomass shifting to his legs, building up power like a spring. They weren’t going to be able to talk their way out of this one. Damn it, tonight just kept getting worse and worse. To be honest, he wasn’t completely sure if they could take her, that armor looked tough. He expressed this doubt to his companion, who said that they had to try. They needed to strike now, while her guard was down. Taking in a deep breath through the tentacle rubbing against his tongue, he conceded that they really should have called for backup.

Letting lose a furious snarl, the wolf charged forward, claws extended. Though they cleared the distance in barely two seconds, their opponent was faster. Dodging under the punch, she replied with her own. Her metal fist collided with the side of Fesla’s snout, just barely in front of Adrian’s nose. The wolf’s goopy face exploded, but it didn’t even slow them down. Pivoting on his heels, Adrian turned back and threw a second swipe. This one was blocked by the lizard’s raised arm, which then extended to grab the back of his head. Yanking him forward, she sent another punch to the wolf’s chest, slamming directly into her left tit. Her fist sunk into the round, green breast, hitting the toughed, hardened biomass underneath.

The impact knocked the cheetah back, but he managed to catch his balance. This woman was strong, he felt that punch even through Fesla’s suit. He quickly brought a hand up to his face, grabbing and pulling the alien’s sticky skin to reform her snout. Surprisingly, their opponent didn’t press her advantage, choosing to merely stand there and watch. She cocked her head as the wolf’s face took shape again, quipping that the pair wasn’t as strong as she had hoped.

Fesla snapped her reformed jaws, “You do know I can’t feel pain, right? Or did your boss forget to mention that? It’ll take more than some punches to beat us.”

“Oh, I’m aware. That’s why I got some upgrades installed.”

POW!

The assassin dashed forward, uppercutting Fesla in the stomach. Adrian nearly choked as the tendril in his mouth spasmed, splitting apart down the middle. A loud shriek rattled in his skull as the alien screamed into his brain. A large portion of her biomass immediately retreated back into her core at the base of his spin, leaving his chest and hands exposed. The rest of the goopy suit involuntarily constricted and hardened, tightening around the feline and forcing him to trip backward. It was like his whole body was cramping, preventing him from moving on his own accord. It took a few moments for Fesla to soften herself, allowing her host to breath and move again. His abdomen tingled, like he’d just been shocked.

“Fesla!?” Adrian gasped.

“What the fuck was that?” the symbiote’s shaky voice replied, “That … that hurt!”

“Ah.” The pair looked up to find the reptile examining her right hand. Small arcs of red electricity traveled over her fingers, crackling as she clenched her fist. “So it does work.”

With pain surging into anger, Fesla forced Adrian’s body up, violently swiping at their foe. The assassin easily side stepped it, chopping the wolf in the waist with a blast of electric energy. Fesla grunted in pain as the male stumbled forward, the suit locking up again. All the biomass from the left side of his ribcage to his knee immediately slithered away. This time, the lizard followed her strike up with a kick as she pivoted behind them. Only, this attack wasn’t for the alien, it was for the feline.

WHAM!

A hot blast of pain exploded from the cheetah’s groin as the hard metal foot slammed into his testicles. The poor spheres were driven up into his pelvis, quivering desperately as they flattened out for a split second. Used to the suit protecting him, Adrian collapsed onto his knees and attempted to cup himself. To his horror, he realized that he couldn’t move his arms, as the symbiote’s suit hardened again. This meant that their foe had plenty of time to slam a second kick between his legs.

WHAM!

Fesla was so locked up that he couldn’t even fall forward, leaving him completely exposed.

WHAM!

It took several seconds for the feline’s balls to re-inflate back to their usual shape, having nearly been knocked back up inside him. He braced for a fourth hit, but it didn’t come. Mercifully, the lizard relented for a moment, stepping to their side and tapping her foot.

“Oh fuuuuuck.” Adrian choked out when the suit finally gave him back control. He immediately shielded his ballsack, crawling away a short distance. “Fesla …”

“What is she … how did …”

“Fesla, what’s happening!?”

“I-I don’t know! When she hit me, it … it hurt and … and I cramped up.” Fesla forced her voice to stop wavering, extending her suit to fully cover her host again. A warm feeling washed over his crotch as her slime molded around his genitals.

“Why did you shrink the suit?”

“I didn- I didn’t mean to! I lost control of my body! What the fuck did she do to me?”

He glared up at the assassin, who just looked down at him with crossed arms. She shook her head with sigh, “Oh come on, don’t tell me that’s all you can take? I thought you were supposed to be a superhero?”

The wolf shook her head, the cheetah panting inside her. They stayed on all fours for a moment, until, with some effort, they planted a foot to stand on one knee. She mentally apologized to her partner, “Adrian, I don’t know if I can take another hit like that.”

“We can’t give up yet,” he replied.

“I’m not, I’m just … I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just … just let me take the hit.”

“Adrian, no.”

“We have to stop her, Fesla.”

With a metallic clap, the assassin nodded as they stood up. “There you go! I was worried there for a minute, I thought you two might be even more pathetic than I’d been told.”

The tentacle in the feline’s mouth vibrated as the symbiote growled.

“Aww, that’s cute. I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna give you a choice: you can keep fighting, in which case I beat the fuck outta you, pop those stupid kitty nuts, and rip you off his back. Or: you surrender, in which case I beat the fuck outta you, pop those stupid kitty nuts, and rip you off his back. Either way, I’m collecting me a nice, fat paycheck.”

“Fuck you,” Fesla barked, trying not to wince. Appearing weak was the last thing they needed to be doing. She wasn’t going to let this cocky asshole mock them like that.

“Ah, very good choice. I love it when my targets think they have a chance.”

“We could do this all day, sweetheart. Like I said, it’ll take more than some punches to beat us.”

“Oh? In that case …” The lizard grabbed a small cylinder off her belt and spread out her arms. Her armor began to shimmer slightly, gradually shifting in hue until it became a dull gray. A moment later, it rapidly flashed through a rainbow of colors, before turning completely transparent.

Adrian’s face dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Fesla shushed him, trying to listen. That armor had to be extremely heavy, surely it would make a lot of noise as she moved. The wolf’s fake ears twitched, trying funnel sounds into the cheetahs real ears. They’d fought against an invisible opponent before, they could do it again.

A minute passed, then two, then three. Silence. Was she just standing still? Was she waiting for them to make the first move?

Ping!

There came a noise down the right hallway. One of the alien’s eyes shifted across her face to look, the rest of her body staying motionless. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness. It must have been a fake-out, something the assassin threw to distract them.

Another minute passed. More silence. They debated on whether or not they should try to splash their attacker with some of Fesla’s slime. She lost control of biomass that wasn’t connected to her core, but it might make the assassin visible.

Just as Adrian suggested they move to the center of the food court, where all the tables and chairs were, there came the sound of loud footsteps. Rapidly approaching footsteps.

From behind.

The male spun around, bringing his arms up reflexively. He braced for an attack, but none came. Instead, all they saw was a tiny drone hovering in the air. By the time they realized it had a speaker, and the footsteps were coming from it, it was too late.

“GYAAH!” Fesla screamed as the lizard suddenly rematerialized behind them. The cylinder she held expanded into a staff, the tip buzzing with the same red energy. The tip jabbed itself into the wolf’s pelvis, forcing her to double over. Stuck in the suit, Adrian could only watch as the lizard swung the other end of the staff up between his legs.

POW!

This explosion of pain was even worse than the three before. The metal rod smacked into his balls with such force that it was a miracle at least one didn’t crack. He couldn’t even let out a yelp, as the mask prevented him from vocalizing his suffering. Taking a step back, the assassin swung the staff up again, catching the wolf in the chin. The pair fell on their backs, unable to protect themselves as she jabbed the staff into his crotch. She aimed it perfectly into the center of his left nut, the metal tip pushing so deep it nearly pierced straight through.

ZZZZZZAP!

“AAAAH!” Adrian’s eyes rolled back and his body bucked as a massive blast of electricity nearly fried his ball to a crisp. His attacker pushed harder, planting her feet to give her the most leverage.

“That’s it, kitty, cry for me!”

He mentally yelled for Fesla to help. With the staff buried in his groin, she couldn't extend herself back over his balls to protect them. She could, however, force his body to lean forward and grab the staff. Summoning all her strength, she yanked the weapon out the woman’s hands, throwing it to the side with a heavy clank.

“Oof!” A solid kick to the chest knocked the wolf back down. That same foot was then brought down onto his nuts, brutally crushing them against the floor. The burning agony grew even hotter as she twisted her heel, pressing down for a second to push off of him. Arm outstretched, the assassin reached for her staff, which flew off the ground and into her hand.

Since the male was too overwhelmed with pain to get up himself, the symbiote moved for him. Scrambling to a nearby table, she lifted herself up and grabbed one of the chairs. By the time she turned around, their foe was already invisible again. Her eyes moved around her head as she tried to calm Adrian and his trembling limbs. “Are you okay?”

A whimper was his only reply. He’d been hurt in fights before, but never like this. Waves of pain radiated from his groin, concentrated on the left side. There was nothing he wanted more than to curl up and cup himself, but the suit kept him upright. “Ooh, oooh h-holy f-fuuuck, m-my balls, gaah …” They felt like they’d been cracked in half, but Fesla assured him they hadn’t as she coated them in her slime, earning a gasp in response.

“Deep breaths, Adrian, deep breaths. I’ll get us through this, just let me do it.”

A metallic chuckle from the left filled the dusty room. The chair the wolf held sailed through the air at it, shattering into pieces as it slammed into a wall. The small drone crashed to the floor, spinning in circles as its broken rotors tried to lift it. It laughed again, despite its ruined state, speaking with the lizard’s voice. “Oh, did I break your little ball? Poor kitty nuts, so easily popped. Shame mother nature gave organics such fragile and pathetic things.”

“Organics?” Fesla repeated aloud, trying to get her partner’s shaking under control.

“But don’t worry, alien,” the drone continued, “I’ll make sure that you get to suffer too!”

There came more footsteps, but this time Fesla was ready, managing to catch the staff as the lizard rematerialized. Not expecting her attack to be blocked, the latter rammed her knee between the wolf’s legs, to little effect. Though it jostled his ballsack against his pelvis, the Nel’s slime blocked most of the blow. The two wrestled for control of the weapon. The assassin was far stronger, but that knee left her off balance. Fesla raised her right leg, kicking her adversary in the stomach. The latter lost her grip on the staff, which the wolf brought down on her hardened knee, snapping it in half. The electrified tip crackled and fizzled out. Holding the broken weapon like a baton, she swung it into the lizard’s visor. The glass cracked under the blow, knocking its wearer down.

Adrian, practically a prisoner in his own body, could only watch as every little movement made his testicles ache even worse.

Again the wolf swung, but now it was her opponent’s turn to block. One metal hand caught the staff, while the other uppercutted the wolf between the legs. Fortunately, Fesla managed to retract her slime before the hit landed, so the punch was mostly absorbed by her host’s balls. The cheetah mewled around the tentacle, but the alien tuned him out.

A high-pitched whir came from the lizard’s metal legs as the servos launched her up. Her helmet caught the wolf in the chin, smushing the goopy snout. Still gripping the staff with her left hand, she grabbed the symbiote’s tit, giving it a zap. Immediately, the wolf went rigid again, allowing her to reach down and seize the cheetah’s exposed crotch.

The feline’s shorts offered no protection as the assassin bore down on his jewels, trying to compress them as much as she could in her gauntleted fist. Fesla’s face reflected in her visor as she isolated into the left one, wiggling her thumb into the squishy, quivering orb. The yelp he gave was so loud it could be heard even through the mask. She nodded at this, bearing down even harder. “Oh yeah, there we go! Get that ball nice and flat!”

Neither one of the heroes could do anything as the villain gloated, staring into their eyes. “You two put up a decent fight, I’ll give you that. But you should have just surrendered, cause now …” The lizard leaned in, twisting and yanking on her prize. “I’m going to take my sweet time popping these dumb things. Then it’s your turn, Nel. My employer has some very special plans for- AH!”

Regaining control of her body, Fesla slapped her hand down onto the cracked visor, leaving a thick, green layer of goop. The assassin immediately released her hold, stumbling back to tear the slime off. The wolf was already mid-tackle when she managed to peel it off.

“Bitch,” Fesla growled as she stabbed the broken staff through the visor as hard as she could. Sparks and smoke exploded from the hole in the glass. Adrian’s eyes widened, shocked that his partner had just killed someone.

His fears were misplaced, as the assassin brought her knees to her chest, kicking the wolf off. Her hands grasped the rod embedded in her face, ripping it out. More sparks fell to the floor as she swung her arms blindly. “No, no! My eye!”

As she flailed around, trying to keep the heroes back, Adrian could see a tangle of exposed wires under the glass. The realization hit him: that wasn’t armor.

“The mob has fucking robots now!?”

“They’ll have one less after tonight,” Fesla replied. She forced the cheetah’s body to stand, walking forward with loud steps. The fight was over, and they all knew it.

Pulling a small orb from her belt, the mechanical lizard pointed at them. “Stay back!”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me that’s all you can take? I thought you were supposed to be an assassin?”

“Alien cunt!”

“Where is Vaal!? Tell me, or I’ll rip you apart until you're nothing but scrap!”

“You can’t threaten me! You have no idea what you’ve just brought upon yourself!” The robot raised the orb, frantically stepping back.

Fesla continued to advance. “What is she doing in this city!? Why is she working with the mob!?”

The orb gave a soft click as the villain flicked her thumb across it. She glanced up at the skylight, then back down. The pair’s eyes stared into the visor’s smoking hole as she spoke, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

BANG!

A tremendous boom and flash of light filled the space as the robot spiked the orb to the floor. The pair covered their ears, looking away. Something up above shattered, sending shards of glass falling all around them. Fesla, though blinded, rolled out of the way, collapsing against a nearby table. As his eyes were somewhat shielded by the mask, Adrian’s vision was the first to clear up.

The assassin was gone, the skylight above them broken. As his ears slowly stopped their ringing, he listened, hearing nothing but his own heartbeat. Aside from the horrible ache in the male’s groin, there was no evidence that their foe had ever been there. The drone had somehow vanished. The knife she had thrown at them was nowhere to be found. Even the broken staff had disappeared. They were alone.

They were in pain, they were exhausted.

But they were alive.

Now they just needed to check that his balls were as well.




“Please tell me I can still have kids,” Adrian groaned, spread out on his bed. It ached so much he couldn’t even find the strength to check himself. All he could do was lie there and let out the occasional feline whimper as Fesla coated his nuts with her warm slime.

“She got the left ball pretty bad. It’s gonna be bruised for a while,” replied the alien.

“No shit.”

“It’s swollen and a little … um … dented. I can see where she stabbed it. The other ball seems to be okay, though.”

“It doesn’t feel okay. Fucking … I thought for sure she broke them.”

The symbiote had shifted all her biomass to his groin, massaging and poking at his genitals. Since he was too weak to walk, she had carried him out of the mall and back to their apartment. They had called the police on the way, and the building was currently being searched from top to bottom. If Vaal or the mob were there, they wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

But that didn’t matter right now. Now all her attention was devoted to making sure her partner was okay. They couldn’t really go to a hospital, due to Fesla being attached to his back, so it was up to her to examine his injuries. Fortunately, though he sucked in a breath at every touch, the two sphere’s seemed to be intact.

“I think they should be fine with some rest. We got lucky. If she had hit you again-”

“Don’t say it.”

A chunk of green slime slithered its way onto his chest. It lifted itself up, revealing a single, slitted eye, surrounded by a ring of black teeth. “I’m sorry I retracted the suit. I shouldn’t have done that, I just thought that …”

“It’s fine. We beat her.”

“Yeah … for now.”

The cheetah shifted uncomfortably, trying and failing to relax. He brought his right arm over his face, shaking his head. “I told you Ellie was wrong. The mall didn’t make sense. It was a trap all along.”

“You saw those pictures, they were there. Maybe it was just a one time visit, like for a trade off, or maybe a deal or something. We should go talk to her tomorrow, if you're feeling better.”

“Tomorrow? I’m not gonna be able to walk for a week!”

The eye looked down for a moment, its teeth undulating and clicking against each other as she thought. They’d never been beaten like this before. She needed to comfort him somehow, bring his spirits up. Given the nature of his injury, there was only one way to do that.

“Adrian.”

“Ugh.”

“Adrian.”

“What?” He moved his arm, doing a double take at the sight before him. The symbiote had taken her wolf form on his lap, shaping her slime to form a fake pussy between her legs. She brought her hands to her chest, pretending to bounce her tits up and down. Her body wasn’t solid, merely a thin slice of the front, but it was convincing enough from his angle. The only thing that was missing was a face, her head was still just one eye.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You said I owed you an orgasm when we got home.”

“Fesla, I can’t right now.”

“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, bringing her face closer to his. “I’ll do all the work. Just relax, honey, sit back.”

“I was joking when I said that, you don’t have to do this,” the cheetah replied, cock twitching in spite of his words,

“I want to. And besides, we need to actually make sure your nuts still work.”

He looked over her body for a moment, biting his lip. An orgasm did sound very nice, but he was worried that it might hurt. Fesla assured him it wouldn’t, softly flicking a tentacle across his cockhead. With a deep breath, he accepted the offer, on one condition: “Can you at least, uh … change your face?”

The symbiote’s head split down the middle, revealing a gaping maw of sharp teeth. “Aww, you don’t think I’m pretty?”

“Do you want my honest opinion?”

The alien laughed, but did as requested, molding her head into its regular canine shape. “Better?” she asked, to which he nodded. Had it’d been any other day, he’d have gotten his bollocks smacked for being a smartass. He was lucky he was so cute. She puffed out her chest, grinning as she spoke into his brain. “Alright, you better get comfy, babe, cause I’m not stopping until I wring every last drop outta you.”

Adrian chuckled nervously. Oh boy, he was really in for it now. The last time Fesla had said that, she’d held him down for nearly four hours. The way she smiled told him that she was going to try and beat that record tonight. “And you’re not going to ruin them this time, right? You’re gonna actually let me cum?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” With this, the Nel scooted back, swallowing his cock in her slime. The warm embrace made him moan, his body shivering as she got to work. Being that they more or less shared a mind, she knew the perfect way to make him squirm.

Her “pussy” swirled up and down, forming little knobs and ridges that stroked and teased the shaft. The wet tunnel tightened rhymically, coiling around his cock like a long tail. Simultaneously, a trio of thin tentacles licked and swirled around the sensitive head. She sped up the pace for a moment, squeezing around him harder, before letting go and holding the shaft still as she teased the tip. His hands gripped the sheets, his head thrown back at the sudden and uneven overstimulation.

“Aah, oh fuu- … F-Fesla! Slow down!” Adrian bucked his hips, rewarding the alien with adorable whimpers and moans. His balls still ached like all hell, but the wonderful pleasure was doing a good job of combating it. She had only just started, but there was no way he was going to be able to hold back for much longer. She didn’t mind, of course. If anything, it would just make him even more sensitive, which would make him moan for her more. Oh, how she loved this. Making him squirm and beg for release, hearing him whine and purr for her to keep going. After a busy week of being superheroes, it was just so nice to unwind with her favorite toy.

“Kiss me.”

“W-what?” The cat opened his eyes just as the wolf leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Her long green tongue pushed its way into his mouth, licking at his tongue. He coughed at the sudden invasion, but didn’t resist. With weak arms, he tried to reach for her chest, but she grabbed his hands, interlacing her fingers with his.

Uh-oh, he knew what that meant.

Speeding up the stroking, she softened her body, melting onto him like a cocoon. A wet, slimy cocoon that brought his arms to his sides. The tongue pushed deeper into his mouth as her face dissolved, wrapping around his head. His legs kicked, but she held them together. Adrian could do nothing but lie there helplessly as she held him tight, bathing his crotch in pleasure. He couldn't move, not even to thrust into the air. She even locked his tail into place.

“Isn’t this so much better than that cheap fleshlight?” Fesla sighed contently, settling in for a long, long night.

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