New life
Chapter 3


Whiteness… silence… unknown smells… pain, like a restless sword stabbing his body in many places at once… heated flows of suffering running through his veins. His body was a limp, slack piece of meat floating in an ocean of suffering. His brain a mere useless mass disconnected from the rest. Strangely he felt good, a sensation of well-being rising over the rest, overcoming the pain and replacing it by a strange delight. He felt lighter, like flying….

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

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

That thing although written in an unknown language was pretty easy to understand, it showed several parameters among which his heart rate. “So…I'm in a hospital… a hospital on an unknown planet with an unknown alien kind… probably aggressive… and… I'm in a hospital. Do they plan on dissecting me? Nah I would be dead already. So what then? What are they planning for me?" he thought to himself. A tone of weird ideas went through his mind going to new heights of nonsense. “Stop this Nick take a hold of yourself.” he huffed, “We're not in any of these old school movies they show on TV after midnight. Alien species are above that… since they've got a pretty advanced technology. Beside… if they wanted me dead they wouldn't send me to a hospital. So what do they want from me?” He kept asking himself these questions for a while yet nothing came out of all these wonders; his thoughts always getting hazy as he would fall back asleep. Once as his head flopped to the side he caught a glimpse of a translucent pouch dangling over his bed, a thick liquid dripping in a tiny pipe to a catheter in his arm. “What can that thing be?” he asked himself.

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

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

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

He emerged from the forced sleep with a huge headache, his whole body throbbing in pain. His vision took time to stabilize and the pain even longer to subside. “Damn… that thing has crazy side effect.” he huffed, trying to get in a better position. This time, to his own surprise, all his limbs answered his brain’s order, moving seamlessly without delay. He tried to bring himself to a sitting position but he soon found himself struggling, tugging at something pinning him down. “What the hell? Why can’t I move?” Had they paralyzed him? That thought made him shiver in horror. What a barbaric treatment! He tried to remain calm and get a grip on the situation, finding that indeed he couldn't move past a certain point, panic soon overwhelming his mind. He struggled, tried with all his might to get up yet nothing would happen; he would just remain stuck by some invisible force. Finally, after some twisting and squirming he managed to see what was holding him. His body was tightly wrapped in several long tough bonds attached to the bed’s frame. At first they seemed loose and just hanging there uselessly yet, every time he would move they would tighten, squeezing him hard, preventing him from doing anything better than squirming. “Why did they attach me?” he yelled, frustrated, trashing against the bonds with close to no effect beside making loud squeaking noises and shaking the bed while also leaving deep mark in his wrists and ankles as the tightly wrapped bond dug in his skin. Soon however the door slid open with a low hissing sound, revealing several faces. Once again his body stiffened as his eyes bulged out in sheer shock, still surprised and unprepared for the sight of the alien creatures. The first one resembled a mouse, grey fur, a tiny nose, large ears and an elongated muzzle and a thin tail swishing nervously behind him. After him came a few other people, all of them looking like anthropomorphic animals. There was a canine looking one, a… horse or a donkey he didn't really know, the vixen he had seen earlier and one that appeared to be some sort of feline… maybe a cheetah or something close to that. To be more precise there were now five people in the room, the mouse, horse and canine were males, and the vixen and feline were females, or so he assumed judging by how they looked.

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

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

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

He still observed the medical team with a distracted eye, just checking on them as they moved his articulations around, like they were mapping his body, understanding its inner workings. Later, much later they stopped; in the background the two soldiers were talking noisily, laughing from some silly jokes that only seemed to bother the working team. The female nurses were sighing and rumbling, scolding them but only earning more wry smiles and even sillier jokes from the soldiers. The doctor ranted under his breath, growling incomprehensible words, raising annoyed looks to the ceiling and apologetic ones in Nick's direction like he could understand. Even though he didn't understand a single word he could easily guess what it was all about. He remembered in all kind of time and situations soldiers chilling out by drinking a beer or some other drinks while cracking more or less bad, lewd jokes. He remembered many times where entire squads of soldiers would burst into laughter after a good relaxing pun that would always lighten the mood and make them all feel better overall. Even in unknown world these kinds of customs seemed to be present. He threw an understanding smile to the doctor accompanied by a knowing expression, the mouse seemed surprise, taken aback by the answer but not terrified at all. Instead he turned his attention toward the soldiers and shouted something with a calm bossy voice. Nick didn't understand a thing of course but he listened nevertheless; not losing a single word of that foreign language, catching some fragments of understanding here and there in their intonation and reactions. Speaking of which the guards’ reaction wasn't long to come, both looking puzzled by the doctor’s command or request, the man insistently pointing at the door but the militaries protested, pointing at him instead. Nick figured out easily what it was all about, the doctor wanted them to leave but the two other wanted to stay, probably to guaranty their safety.

The discussion, or rather the argument, kept on going for five minutes until the doctor turned his gaze toward him again, throwing him a sorry glance before adding something with a devious smile. There was a long minute of hesitation, a deep silence where everyone was staring at each other in shock and disbelief, the soldiers looking at the doctor then at him with wide eyes, their maws hanging open like the medic had said an insanity. The doctor repeated the exact same words with a much more insisting voice. The effect was immediate; the soldiers packed their things and left like two shadows, without a sound or a look back. Everyone in the room sighed in relief, someone even patting the medic’s shoulder in gratitude. The mouse smiled proudly then, becoming serious again, turned his gaze toward Nick. Instantly Nick felt a cold sweat travel down his spine, his whole body tensing, all alarm bells going on in his head. He didn't like the look all the members of the medical team were wearing. The doctor closed the gap between them and slowly, carefully removed the entirety of his blanket covering him, revealing his body. It was at that instant he realized he wasn’t in his normal clothes, instead wearing a light, thin hospital suit that left his arms and legs uncovered and no underwear at all, his private part only hidden by the so thin white fabric. He blushed in embarrassment, knowing that just by cocking their head to the side they would be able to see everything. The apparition of red patch and increase in body temperature was instantly notified by the scribing one, the situation becoming even more awkward. Nick was immobilized on a bed with a bunch of aliens peaking at him, even in these so called private parts with no way for him to hide nor protest. It was obvious however that even the doctor seemed uncomfortable with the prospect of getting a hand down there, his assistants more than willing to let him get his hands dirty. The physician, after bracing himself, slowly moved his tunic up, the thin tissue folding with ease, unveiling his crotch bits by bits, his hanging ball sack and flaccid cock coming in full view. Nick wished he could just vanish, use one of these cloaking devices and just run away.

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

“Lyam… where are you buddy?” he whispered, his heart tightening at the mere mention of the dragon, his mind drifting away again, memories he tried so hard to erase coming back to the surface. He could see himself again with Lyam, in that silent musk filled restroom with Lyam under him, moaning his lungs out while he, Nick was thrusting in his eager, quivering hole. “Why am I always going back to that moment?” he thought, confused and embarrassed by the images that floated in his head, trying to analyze these memories from a new angle. Ever since it happened he had seen that event as a shameful one; one of which everyone would laugh of in a few months, even more now that he knew it had been caught on tape. He hated and blamed himself for being played around by Lyam so easily. That dragon, even when horny was smarter than he looked at the first glance, knowing exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Lyam really did force him into his dirty games with such ease, like he had been naturally inviting a friend to join even though he knew that deep down a part of him had been quick and eager to comply with the dragon’s demands, constantly reminding him that he had enjoyed it more than he would ever dare to admit.

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

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

The scene slowly shifted, vanishing in a blur, offering another view when it reformed. This time he was on the bottom, Lyam on top of him, pinning him down with his strong clawed paws, his heavy scaly body weighting heavily on him as he rocked back and forth, burying his fat dick in Nick's hole, making wet slaps as their hips met in a messy impact of scale and skin. This time he was the one moaning while Lyam was wildly growling, hammering his cock inside his tight virgin ass, his snout hanging next to his ear as he panted, his low, dominant rumbles vibrating through his whole frame as his lust-glazed eyes glanced down on him. To his own disbelief he found himself very much enjoying this new part, his body yearning for the dragon’s cum just like Lyam was craving for his, squeezing hard around the dragon’s ridged shaft as it plowed at his rear, knowing that the horny male was right on the edge, ready to knot him and unload his thick essence deep inside him.

These pictures slowly started to arouse him as more blood was pumped in his shaft, making it grow erect at a steady pace in the palm of the anthro mouse. At first, he didn't notice it, too busy enjoying his fantasies. In other circumstances he would find himself gross for having such weird thoughts, in other time and places he would get himself called a freak for being attracted by that magnetic clone. For many species gay sex was common and not frowned upon but doing it with one of these synthetic creatures made of rubber and latex was so disgusting. Yet he had done it and enjoyed it beyond his own belief and now he was dreaming of it, lusting over that drake. But for Nick it was no random, mindless clone; just the feeling of his flesh around his cock, massaging his length felt so real, much different from any rubber and much better than it. If it was synthetic flesh, it was a really good copy, a great improvement compared to the first models.

He gasped, the doctor pealing back the foreskin of his cock back a bit too much, triggering a jolt of pain down his penis that instantly snapped him back to reality, washing away the appealing fantasies. He tensed, eyes opening wide in shock, looking down to find the doctor examining his shaft from up close, observing each detail with a close attention, testing everything, the soft foreskin, the shaft's firmness under his paw pads while massaging his loosen sack, obviously wondering why this precise part was so hairy compared to the rest, all the while mumbling his observations. The scent of his musk seemed to bother; no disturb the doctor like the human musk was annoying or maybe discussing him. “Do I smell so bad?” he thought to himself, finding it hard to imagine himself seen from another’s point of view. From the eye of a specie that had probably never seen humans before he must have looked weird for them, as far as he knew they might not even be used to see any alien species. He tried to keep calm and not show any sign of discomfort or pleasure since these paws felt really nice on his sensible length. The doctor smiled at him; like he knew his ministration was highly pleasurable for the young human as a nurse came closer and collected a bit of his pre on a sterilized instrument, quickly putting the sample in a small tube that another took away. The doctor kept slightly stroking the cock, carefully listening and noting all the alien's reactions, every twitch, every throb, every moan he tried to stiffen as his breath quickened much like his heart rate as the measure devices showed.

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

Why were they bringing that kind of machinery for him? Did they plan on extracting something out of him? With expert motions the nurse poured the content of a bottle in the tube, making sure to make the glass cylinder as slippery as possible, then, following indications from the doc, removed the protective object from the tube, revealing that it was completely empty underneath the glass. “What do they want to do with this?” he mumbled to himself. The answer came rather quickly as he felt a hand wrap around his hard member, stopping it from throbbing and twitching. Nick let out a gasp, quickly understanding the purpose of the weird machinery but in his state he could only stare helplessly as the nurses switched the machine on and off, checking its proper functioning, testing the pumps and vacuums. “Oh no… not this.” he gasped, squirming like a worm as the odd machine was brought next to the bed. The doctor grip’s tightened around his member, preventing his member from twitching too much. “Oh on… please not this.” He pleaded, hearing the suction noise of the machine as the team finished testing it. Still bound he could only observe powerlessly as the thing was about to be used on him. The quite large tube was slowly applied over his penis; the glass cylinder looking much too large for him, like it had been designed for much bigger tools. When the soft latex covering the glass edges touched his crotch he closed his eyes, cold sweat running down his spine. But nothing happened, he could hear the low rumble of the milking device right next to his head, the thing ready to be used yet no one triggered it. He cracked an eye open, intrigued, discovering his cock stuffed in the tube, looking slightly deformed in the glass. However, a small detail attracted his gaze, an almost hilarious one: his hard member standing at a bit above six inches in length was trapped in its glass contraption, yet the cylinder was just hanging there without purpose; put there as some sort of cupola over his penis without holding to it properly. He smiled, amused by that sight, grateful for once that human penises were so thin compared to animal and alien members. He had seen more than enough animals or alien gifted with huge cock that would make them all blush and hide their own package in shame to know how small humans could be compared to them. But for once he was glad to not be as well hung as them. He recalled once an awkward meeting with an alien guy around some not really respectable place, the dude was almost naked, only wearing a loincloth over his genital. When someone in Nick's patrol appeared to show interest when in actuality he was just taunting the alien, he had found himself facing two huge monsters of cocks shaped like arrows, thick and gifted with even thicker knots at their bases. Each penis was standing at a good foot in length and seven inches in girth, so huge that everyone stared with wide eyes, feeling so ashamed and so small compared to that beast, the squad of humans quickly leaving the area under bursts of mocking laughter.

Once again his thought drifted toward Lyam, imagining the dragon strapped in a complete set of bounds, his rump exposed in the air, his pucker on display, stretched by something big shaped like a cock thrusting in and out of his hole, his one-foot-long cock fully out, throbbing and twitching, glistening with his dripping pre. However, all that pre wouldn’t pool on the ground below him, instead it would collect inside a similar glass tube wrapped around his cock, enveloping it perfectly, squeezing it in all the right ways while his knot was massaged by the rubber sealing of the milker. The thing was pumping, suckling noisily on his cock as his tailhole was ravaged by the large toy stuffing him, causing him to climax again and again, filling that machine with so much cum that it would eventually overload and fail or just blow up, overflowing with potent dragon seed.

He shook his head again, trying to keep his thoughts clear. “Why am I thinking of him like this?” he asked himself, perplexed. Of course, Lyam was attractive in some weird ways but not to the extent of arousing him so much. Maybe it had to do with what they were injecting him, maybe that substance would force the appearance of lustful thought in his brain to avoid him thinking of an escape plan and potentially to help with the milking. A clever strategy indeed and one that seemed to work well on top of that.

A squeak of surprise suddenly burst from his mouth, feeling a hard pressure around his shaft, more precisely toward the base. He glanced down, finding that the rubber on the edge of the cylinder had inflated, fueled by air or a gas coming from a bottle placed on the cart next to his bed and linked to the rubber by a set of tiny tubes. The thing kept swelling with a loud hiss as it seemed to adapt around his cock, taking the perfect shape to hold it perfectly. He was, to be honest, surprised to say the least, struck by the realization that these guys seemed to know how to solve problems and wouldn’t let anything hold them back, reminding him of humans in that regard, overcoming every obstacle that stood in their way. The doctor, spotting his surprised expression, threw him a sly grin like he was saying “we had planned everything.”

He cursed that machine as all the air was sucked out of the tube, only leaving his member inside, held in place, trapped with him on the other side. At the order of the doc a clear substance was pumped in the tube, coating his cock in whitish slime, then once his member had been fully soaked in that slick fluid, a thick latex-like goo was slowly injected inside, pouring along the glass, taking all the remaining space, hiding everything that happened inside. Nick could only feel his cock being enveloped in warmth as that odd goo formed a tight passage matching exactly the shape of his dick except for the tip that was left untouched; probably exposed to the vacuum pumps.

He tensed, holding his breath, bracing for what would happen next, watching as one of the assistants switched the machine on. Nick screamed in both pain and pleasure as the vacuum pumps began working their magic, suckling his seed away right from his shaft, his back arching uncontrollably. At first he felt nothing more than a tickle, an itch, but that pesky sensation soon grew more pressing, mere arousing, a thousand time much harder to resist or suppress. The goo was slowly moving, massaging and stroking his shaft from all sides, feeling delightfully good wherever it touched; his penis kept painfully hard by the constant sliding of that strange material around his member. He realized after a few minutes of that treatment that the goo was silk and velvety, forming a perfect copy of actual flesh; giving his body the sensation of being buried deep in a nice, warm, wet and tight vent, folds parting around his shaft just like the real thing would. He had never been a big fan of sex toys and fleshlights but he had to admit they felt good in needed time; and that precise one, oh that one was definitely one of his favorite, the sensation it gave him was simply amazing. Unable to hold back anymore he moaned, pleasure slowly taking over, crushing his resistance, pushing all his questions and worries aside, replacing everything by a deep irresistible bliss. He let his eyes close as the machines were working him to the edge of climax, pre squirting from his tip, immediately swallowed by the ravenous vacuum, his member pulsing eagerly, loving the mind-numbing sensation of that tight hole clenching around and massaging his length, even his balls were tensing, churning out all the seed they could. The constant stimulation was more than he could take, the pressure rising quickly until his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, washing over him in a tidal wave of pure pleasure. He came, crying out loud, his hips bucking in the contraption of the bonds holding him in place as seed shot deep in the tube, instantly sucked away as more came out, the machine continuing to squeeze, stroke and milk his member for every drop of seed he had. Through the haze of his lust-fogged vision he could trace the path taken by his harvested semen as it made its way in the pipes and hoses, ending stored in a large translucent plastic or glass canister.

After some time the pumps and vacuum began slowly shutting down, the intense pleasure slowly vanishing as his body came to rest back on the bed, his breath shallow an irregular as his whole body relaxed, his muscles going slack in the matter of a second. “That… was intense…” he panted, feeling exhausted and utterly drained, yet no one understood his words. In a corner of his vision he noticed his own seed forming a nice puddle, sloshing around in the otherwise empty orb. “Damn… that's quite a lot.” he thought to himself, impressed by how much they had drained from his balls, left speechless by how much he had produced. He couldn't remember ever cumming so muc, that thing had really sucked the content of his balls away, not even Lyam’s tight rear could make him cum so much. The doctor observed the sphere as well, judging the amount of seed that alien had given, appearing satisfied with the quantity Nick had given. His gaze going back on the trembling, sweating frame of the human, Nick giving the anthro animal creature a quizzical look. Of course, he got no response, and even if had been given one he wouldn’t have been able to understand it, instead the doctor turned his attention back to his assistant and said what sounded like an order. In the instant the machine was set back on Nick tensed, knowing they were not done with him yet.

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

When he woke up again all the medical team was still there, doing their job, taking measures and samples, and performing numerous analyses. The room was still as bright as before, blinding even, the air still thick with medical products; their acrid stench assaulting his nose. His body was limp, still crippled by weakness, left exhausted and drained of all energy, as if the milking session had taken more than just his seed. No one was really caring about him, probably thinking he was still asleep, all of them so busy that nobody was keeping an eye on him. He used that opportunity to look around the room, noting that the two guards were nowhere in sight; there were only unarmed personnel here with him. Knowing this he examined his closest surroundings, hoping to find a way out of this situation. The first thing he spotted was that thankfully the milking machine had disappeared as well as all the cum they had harvested from him. Near his bed he noticed a tablet probably forgotten by an assistant on a large shiny cart. On the perfectly slick plate he noticed a glass filled with a transparent liquid with, next to it something totally unexpected: a set of surgical instruments. What were they doing here? Were they preparing to perform some surgery on him? Dissect him maybe now that they had gathered all they wanted? Trembling in apprehension he looked more closely at the shiny metal tools. There was a scalpel; surgical threads, pinches, and displayed on a large, bloodied tissue, a small object drenched in blood and tiny flesh fragments sealed away in a small protective bag displaying the same alien writings on it. Nick focused all his attention on it; trying to see through the slightly blurry plastic like material. The thing inside was almost microscopic, thin copper wires dangling like the tentacles of an odd metal made jellyfish attached to a small shiny black cube. “What is that thing?” he asked himself, slowly looking away. He froze, his eyes falling on a second similar object, thon a third, and yet another, counting at least five of these small devices.

“Where does all of that come from?” he wondered shocked by the number of small electronic devices, or rather components displayed there in plain view. That's when he noticed a larger, bulky, rather massive card, more like a large chip next to all the other parts, covered in blood and strands of flesh like the rest. It could almost be called a miniature computer judging by the sheer size and complexity of it, the thing encased in the same slick black casing with just more cut wires jutting out from all sides. However, that one had been broken, forcibly cracked open to reveal the treasures it held.

As he discovered in horror the line of strange, bloodied devices he noticed a dull pain radiating from several parts of his body, ranging from mere itches in some place to violent jolts of suffering at one specific point. Panicked he checked his arms and shoulders; they were covered in tiny scars and patches that looked recent but only minor. “Where do all of that come from?” he enquired, not remembering having any mark like this before. He examined them closely, the scars were straight and thin, perfect, not like the traces left by a knife but rather like the ones left by a surgeon's tool. “What have they done to me?”  he whimpered, shivering in shock, caressing a whitish scar, earning a chill of pain from the sensitive line. He threw a quick glance at all the components aligned on the cart. “Are they planning on implanting me all that stuff?” he wondered, scared by the awful thought. What were these for? Surveillance? Mind and body control? He didn't know but he had to admit that all this stuff displayed before him, promising nothing good, was scary as hell. He was there, afraid, antsy, his mind set ablaze by everything he had discovered when a surge of pain stabbed the back of his skull. He grimaced, reaching back with a hand, however, where he expected to feel the familiar contact of his hairs, he only found naked skin under his probing fingers. He gasped, his heart skipping a beat; all his hair there had been shaved. “Why?” he mumbled, poking around, looking for any clue, only finding a large thick pad attached to his head with some sort of duct tape or glue. A scream stuck itself in his throat as his breath quickened. Now he understood; he knew exactly why all these components were there, covered in blood and flesh. They didn't try to implant them, no, on the contrary, they removed them.

In his head an old but still clear picture came back to the surface, flashing before his eyes with a chilling vividness. He remembered, back when he was five or six years old, a visit to the Saturn central hospital located in the X-28.5-H orbital station. It was a standard procedure every child had to undergo when they reached the age of five. They were put to sleep and implanted with their ID chip and several sensors scattered throughout their bodies. The chip was implanted in the wrist and was used for identification scans, administrative bullshit, and could even be used to pay for almost anything. But it wasn’t it’s only use; it also contained a lifelong and lasting and constantly updating file with all the information stored in a tiny compact memory disk. The sensors were used in medical procedure to easily locate the source of pain, injuries, sickness or any other damage done to the body.

Then he remembered, much later, upon his entry in the army he once again had to go through another surgery, being gifted with an advanced device located directly in his brain, allowing for a constant, secured connection with HQ, display of strategic map, a HUD if needed and a tone of other functionalities he didn't find useful at all like a storage units containing all mission orders when a good memory would do the trick just fine. It also had an international network connection, which meant that in one thought you could get on the space web and do whatever your mine wished. It could even allow for personal holographic display right before the user’s eyes. Some of his comrades relied heavily on that handy piece of technology even in their daily life. However, it was crippled with flaws and defects and was prone to unexpected failure ranging from the thing freezing and crashing or shutting down and restarting on its own for no reason to critical malfunctions involving severe overheating or electrical problems which could result in serious and sometime permanent brain damage. He had even heard of a story where the thing malfunctioned and exploded, blowing its owner’s head in the process, but it was only urban legends. Personally, he didn't use it much, only for localization and… personal relief if no other option was available.

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

Fine; if no one could come to his rescue, he would do it himself, on his own. Slowly, with extreme caution he extended a hand, reaching for the cart, more precisely for the scalpel left there, sharpened, gleaming in the artificial light, the key to his escape, so close but so far at the same time. If he could reach for it then maybe he could….

A paw lashed from the side, latching on his wrist in a vice like grip, paralyzing his whole arm. He gasped, grimacing under the sheer pressure applied on his wrist, unable to move further or pull back. The doc, quick to react had blocked him, stopping his attempt to escape, the man bearing a look of suspicion over the captive human, his eyes glinting, saying more than an entire speech could, “don't even think about trying to escape, I have my eyes on you” it meant with its simple gaze.

Nick had to find a way out. He looked around, his gaze scanning every square inch of the room, and finally noticed a translucent jug half-filled with a transparent liquid that looked like water. With his paralyzed hand he pointed toward it insistently, using the other to try and mimic someone drinking. The doc seemed to understand and loosened his grip slightly, throwing Nick a comprehensive smile before looking away, giving someone an order. Immediately he was brought a glass he filled with one skilled paw and helped him drink, not letting go of his other arm for a second, keeping a cautious and expecting eye on him, as if still suspicious, on edge. At first Nick had some doubt, suddenly unsure of his strategy, regretting his quick thinking. After all, how could he be sure it was water? As far as he knew it could as well be any kind of unknown poison. And even if his intuition had been right, how could he be certain this alien water was drinkable for him. Unfortunately for him, he was too far gone to turn back now so, with a deep breath he took a sip, preparing for anything, even acid but when the liquid slid in his throat, cold and tasteless he was relieved, water; only good old water. He had a good hunch, letting out a deep relieved sigh as the grip loosened even more. The guy had let his guard down, now was the time to strike.

Internally he thanked the one that had the not so clever idea to free him from his bonds. He clenched his free fist and slammed it with all his strength in the benevolent doctor's face, the blow taking him by surprise causing him to stagger backward and let go of the glass that broke, shattering in a million pieces upon colliding with the ground, the noise it made warned everyone. Nick took that tiny second of confusion as his opportunity, jumping from the bed, the wind created by his own motions tickling his naked skin bristling his entire body. He took a hold of the scalpel, testing the blade with a fingertip, sharp, just like he expected it. Without wasting a second he grabbed the doctor and yanked the man to him, holding him by his coat and sticking the blade against his throat, the guy instinctively raising his paws in the air. A scream echoed in the room as a nurse saw the scene unfolding before her eyes. The next instant an alarm was blaring as red lights appeared in the room, the door slamming open as the two guards rushed inside, blocking the only exit. Their riffles were raised in the space of a second, laser sight aimed right at Nick's face, deep voice barking orders in a language he couldn't understand. Safeties were removed from bone-chilling guns of a heavy caliber as the scalpel was pressed against the doc’s throat, giving a last menacing warning, making it clear nobody would back down.

“Drop your weapons or he is dead!” shouted Nick, determination glinting in his eyes, fully aware that the two men couldn’t understand him but making his intentions very clear anyway. Yet the soldiers didn't flinch, instead their grip reaffirmed on their weapon. “I said drop your weapon!” The doc shouted something in turn, panicked, probably begging the two agents to calm down. The gunman on the right grunted something with a cold, voice. A menace? A warning? Nick couldn't tell as he still couldn't understand but his guts were telling him the guy just ordered him to let go of his hostage or he would open fire. Even throughout the galaxy some things had the same meaning even in foreign languages. Nick didn't obey, instead applying a tiny bit more pressure on the yelling doctor. “Last warning!”

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


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“What a fucking great day!” grumbled Dereck as the door of an anonymous elevator opened before him, in the background a synthetic feminine voice announcing in a lifeless tone “Floor 101 access containment areas, experimentations area. CAUTION: Restricted areas, if you do not possess the necessary accreditation please vacate the area immediately, do not leave the elevator and select another floor.”

He totally ignored it, entering in the confinement area, the drop sliding open as he approached. “Welcome sergeant VanHevreyk.” announced a synthetic voice.

No one really noticed him as he walked in the maze of corridors, surrounded by anonymous doors and medical personnel walking in silence, white outlines hovering in their universe of aseptic whiteness. Everyone here was used to his presence; he had been coming every day for the past month, collecting reports and other scientific data, doing a rapid check on their guests before leaving and repeating the same cycle the next day. For that time span he hadn't shown another expression beside a perfect blend of anger and boredom. Since he had come back to his base, over a month ago, bringing with him the few survivors his life had been what looked the closest from hell. The first thing he had been asked after delivering the aliens to a medical team all dressed in bacteriologic protection outfits had been to immediately write his report and bring it to the general. He had spent countless hours writing that damn report, trying to not forget a single detail, hesitating, pondering the weight of each word, constantly checking the actualized casualty report, knowing that the slightest mistake could spell his doom, or at the very least put him in a bigger heap of troubles than he already was. The situation wasn't as heavenly as it looked; sure they claimed a great victory but on both sides loses had been heavy and instead of a triumphant success it had been a bitter one. The aliens had been decimated, massacred; there were only four survivors and the VIP target but among these survivors three were in a bad shape. Meanwhile his side had lost a commandment vessel with all its crew of high-ranked officers, five fully-loaded troop transport ship and two more empty ones, about a dozen support ships and fifteen fighters that already made the number of dead go through the roof, far above all estimates. The numbers had struck him right in the chest, five hundred deaths just because of their hidden artillery and heavy weaponry, their rockets and machineguns doing incredible damage in their ranks as well. Then, once down on the ground, even though the assault forces quickly overwhelmed the enemy positions and got rid of any resistance they suffered greatly, a lot of them injured by the advanced alien arsenal, some even killed, bringing the death count even higher. In total over six hundred soldiers had perished, killed by a handful of these foreign creatures and the number was still rising.

When he had given his report to his commander his situation only became even worst. He was suspended, the order apparently coming from high above; the top of the hierarchy to be more precise. He was ordered to give back all his equipment and was sent back in town, ordered to remain in his home and not leave it under any circumstances until further investigation. A long week of boredom and anxiety later he was brought back to the base just to learn he had been judged guilty of grave failure; unjustified life-threatening decisions having caused death, and bad handling of a military operation and personnel. He had been degraded to the rank of simple first class soldier and literally kicked out of the base. However, despite these very serious crimes and offenses he hadn’t been sentenced to prison, for what reason exactly he didn’t know and was in no mood to investigate.

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

He was guided through large corridors and halls to a double door made of a clear wood, very old school but very fancy, it even had rounded knobs and two guards on each side. When they saw him the two on duty men immediately addressed him a formal salute and opened the doors in a perfect sync, each of them turning a knob and pushing their panel. He was invited to enter an immense office where most of the walls were a clear color, covered of old looking books and paintings. Everything there smelled old and dusty, like a perfectly preserved piece of passed times. The floor was covered with red carpeting in a really good state for something so old. The instant he stepped closer memories rushed back to him, reminding him of a long gone time. He remembered; back when he was a kid the incredible amount of time he had spent here, playing on that very same floor while his mother was hard at work. He threw the same nervous glance around; now that he had grown up he didn't like to be there anymore, everything reminded him of a time he tried to forget. “Come in…” said a voice even though it wasn't necessary. He took that step forward, feeling the softness of the ground underneath his paw pads, a familiar shiver traversing his body, for a brief instant he was a child once again, running around happily in that giant office, oblivious to what happened in the grown ups’ world.

The main office was composed of a large desk crumpling under the weight of several tablets and folders piled on one corner and a large computer inserted in the very wood. Before the imposing desk stood two comfortable leather armchairs in which he had sat more than once. On the right side, basking in the natural glow of the sun flowing in from a line of large windows, there were two sofas placed at a bit of angle, both facing the desk with, a small wooden table with the same machinery built inside. On his left he discovered something completely new, something that wasn’t there the last time he came. Instead of a towering library there a large conference table separated from the main office by a series of blurry glasses.

Behind the desk, observing him behind the holographic screen stood his mother, trying to pretend she wasn't awaiting him at all, continuing to type away at her keyboard but he knew she wasn’t focused at all on what she was writing, just trying to keep up appearances. It had been ages since he had been there but it wasn't something he regretted. “Please have a seat Dereck.” She let out in a polite tone, not bothering with any kind of title. “No thanks Madam… I'd prefer to stay up if you don't mind.”

She nodded in silence and, with a quick wave of the hand dismissed the guard, the doors discreetly closing behind him. “Why did you make me come here?” Started Dereck, immediately showing his reluctance. “We have to talk.” “We could have done it in more… private times.” he huffed, lips pinched in skepticism, “there was no need to have me brought to your office like when I was a child mother.” “I wanted to see you personally.” She replied on the same calm tone, although he could spot some hints of annoyance. “Whatever. Now that I'm here what do you want?” he growled, starting to walk in the otherwise silent room, “Come on I'm listening.”

His mother remained calm, observing him behind het thin glasses while he did the same, always keeping an eye on her. She was, like this place, out of time: her thick white fur had lost nothing of its softness and beauty even after all these years, coating her body in a pure, fluffy whiteness. Her cobalt blue eyes were calm and soft yet capable of piercing through everyone as if scrutinizing their very soul, looking intimidating when she wanted, or rather needed. The rest of her frame was attractive, a true natural beauty. She was a tall anthro wolf standing proud on her paws, her frame well built, a perfect blend of strict and nice while remaining very appealing. Her bushy tail was, as always, swaying behind her, clearly, maybe too clearly, indicating her mood. Her face bore no sign of her age, making it obvious why everyone thought her to be younger than she truly was.

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

Dereck gritted his teeth, why were those information being communicated so quickly all of a sudden. “And so what? I did as ordered, observing.” He growled, on the defensive. “Did it imply sending an innocent pilot to a certain death?” she lashed back in response, her piercing blue eyes stabbing right through his skull like a pair of daggers. “I can’t deny that idea was a mistake… and backfired massively. I didn't expect them to fight back. Like I already said when we were discussing this mission they showed no previous sign of aggression.” “And for that… incident with my team?” she questioned, maintaining her disappointed, bone-chilling gaze, clearly displeased. “If you've seen the reports you know they were shot down without any warning.” “And to whom do we owe that?” “What?! Don't tell me you're gonna accuse me of the vehemence of an alien kind we don't know anything about, beside last time I checked you wholeheartedly approved this proposal. You shouldn’t forget that maybe they didn't appreciate to see an entire fleet popping out of nowhere over their head with all their canons aimed at them! And that is not my doing.” He roared in response, breaking the intense looking game.  “On that we agree it was a bold and stupid idea… typical of the admiralty. These idiots don’t understand that you don't do diplomacy by pointing rows of gun on the person you're trying to talk to.” She ranted, raising her eyes to the ceiling in a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Indeed but I'd still bring a gun in a diplomatic talk… for safety.” answered Dreeck, grinning to the painting. “But that situation… has been caused by one person.” “I saw that coming.” grunted Dereck, “And I'll answer you I wasn't expecting retaliations neither did I expect such drastic measures.”

His mother  stood up, turning around, showing her back to him as she looked outside through the window for some time then went back to her desk and sat on her chair before switched on her computer, the blue glow of the screen brightening her face even more. “I heard you had been suspended.” She let out in the same calm, distant voice as if it was nothing. “Yes until the investigation is over.” Grumbled Dereck in response. “Well I have a mission for you?” “Why should I care about that? I am not one of your puppets doing petty small talks.” “From now on you are.” she chuckled, making a small tablet slide across her desk in his direction. “Are you kidding me?” “If I was kidding I would have handed you a bone.” “Mom I'm not a child anymore.” “But you still love them.” “Who doesn't… but are we talking of the same kind of bone?” “Dereck this kind of bad jokes is forbidden in here. You may be a grown up now but I still can punish you.” “I'm a close combat expert now mom you'd better think twice.” He chuckled, provokingly. “Are you challenging your old mother?” “You're no challenge.” he giggled, cracking his fingers. She got up and faced him, adopting a combat stance. He took a step back and instinctively took a combat stance of his own. “I might be a bit rusty.” she chuckled, doing some quick limbers up.

He struck first, not letting her words soften him the slightest, his fist tearing through the air at high speed yet his mother blocked it with ease, deflecting the blow without breaking a sweat. “You're fast.” He observed, stepping back. “Faster than you." she grunted, trying a kick of her own that Dereck dodged as well. “You've been trained well!” she commented, aligning a series of well-placed blows. “Yeah it's dad who did.” “He did a great job but do you know who trained him?” she chuckled, grabbing his arm as he attacked, twisting it around and forcing him to follow her. She held him against her chest, his right arm painfully twisted around behind his back as his other arm tried to take a sharp enough angle to beat her. “I trained your father.” she huffed, forcing him to submit on the ground, “oh and… by the way…” Dereck yelped in pain as his mother's firm paws spanked his butt cheeks, the sound it made echoing in the quiet office. He fell flat on his belly as she let go of him, a lone tear slipping from his eyes as his butt ached in pain, his fur and skin feeling like burning. What a shame, even now his mother would still beat him up so easily, it was so humiliating. He was a trained soldier with years of practice behind him yet even now he would still get his ass kicked by his mother, as if he was still a child. What a low punch to his pride; one that hurt even more than all his mother's slaps.

“And while we're still talking about this mission you don't have much of a choice.” She added in the calmest way possible, readjusting her dress and heading back to her desk where she sat down as if nothing had happened. “Why doesn't it surprise me?” he huffed, crawling to a couch. “I've talked with the general and all has already been arranged. You have no idea of how delighted he was to have you transferred to my unit; he was even willing to overlook all the paperwork to confirm your immediate move to the diplomatic division.” “Not surprised either." he grumbled as he laid his ass on the comfy couch, resting his burning cheeks on a cushion. “So from now on you are part of my units until further decision. You have already been assigned a new mission, your orders are already awaiting you?” she announced in that same cold, neutral tone though this time a hint of satisfaction transpired in her words.

“I don't get it… why such measures when the results are there! The immediate threats are neutralized, the VIP has been secured and I even brought back four of them so what's the matter?” “The public opinion wouldn't appreciate to learn that their army got blown away by a bunch or ragtag aliens on their own terrain while a numerical and technological advantage. Beside your actions have consequences Dereck, you should have learned that by now. You may have succeeded, that much is true, but at what cost?. How will we explain to hundreds of families how their relatives died because a newbie made a rooky mistake while handling a minor situation?” “Touché.” he sighed as he reluctantly reached for the desk, grabbing the tablet with a cautious hand. “Oh and Dereck it appears you haven't been informed of the latest news.” She let out in a grave, somewhat sad tone. “What news?” he asked, his heart tightening in apprehension, a cold sweat running down his spine. “Three of these ‘survivors’ you brought back died from their injuries during the past week.” “And the last one?” “Healthy as possible. He only suffered cuts and bruises and a few other minor injuries. Except for a serious blow to the head when he was apprehended, he is spectacularly fine. However now he is being kept asleep for examining.” “And the… specimen?” interrogated Dereck, relieved to hear that at least one was still alive. “This one is especially tough. From what I heard he has shown great signs of aggressiveness from the second it woke up and nobody has been able to come close enough to check his wounds.” In some way Dereck was happy to know that these aliens were still around and would still had some fighting in them, that would probably piss off the militaries quite a bit.

He went through the orders rapidly, reading the long, boring document diagonally. As he went from a line to another his eyes widened, his breath and his heartrate quickening until his eyes were almost bulging out of his skull when he stopped. He darted his puzzled  gaze toward his mother who was sitting at her desk, fingers crossed under her muzzle casually waiting for him to finish. “Is this a joke?” he gasped, earning a sly smile in reply. “No Dereck, this is very serious.” “I'm not gonna play the baby-sitter for these…” he growled, the words remaining stuck in his throat. “You haven't read the entire document have you? For now, your only mission will be to give me a daily report on their status. If the investigation shows nothing against you, you'll be transferred back to your ancient division. However, if nothing happens you will follow your instructions until further notice. See that as a VIP protection mission.” “You mean a baby-sitting mission.” he huffed, disgusted at the mere prospect of that new assignment.

“I guess that concludes this meeting.” sighed her mother, cutting short before Dereck could start to argue or complain. “I expect your first report before tonight. Don't disappoint me; you don't want another punishment, do you?” Dereck jumped from his seat, his cheeks itching in remembrance of that fresh beating. He left her office like a shadow and made sure ever since then to avoid that place and transmit his reports and other data by a secured private channel.

The month went by slowly, everything diluted in a monotonous routine, each day passing by in slow motion summarized to the same chain of actions and events, getting up late, in the morning, a quick meal and clean up, a visit to the hospital where he would recover heavy piles of data he would study all afternoon, write his report and send it with a self-made summary to his mother, eat his diner in front of the large curved TV screen in his living room and fall asleep on the couch like the lame piece of shit he was at that exact moment. Sometimes he would check on the enquiry to see how it was going. It seemed stuck; it had come to some sort of dead end, nobody seeming able to come to a conclusion of any sort for his own exasperation and despair.

Dereck stopped near a vending machine and asked for a black coffee, picking up the plastic mug burning his pads with the steaming hot liquid filling it. This day was proving to be no different from the other, just as monotonous and boring. However, a little detail had disturbed his boring daily routine: a call, two days ago from a scientist of the enquiry team that asked for an appointment with him. Since he had nothing else to do he agreed and two hours later he found himself in a large cold room illuminated by flickering lights staring at two objects put side by side on a metal table, basked in white light.

“Why did you want to see me?” he had enquired, feeling uneasy in that environment. “Well… I wanted to see you because I believe I…. I mean we may have come to a major breakthrough.” Proclaimed the scientist in a calm tone that did little to cover his excitement. “I'm listening.” “Can you identify any of these objects?” Nick gazed upon the two forms for a while, analyzing each in detail, noting they were both pretty similar except for some small details. Yet despite that he could easily identify them, having seen these more than once in the past. “These are universal translation devices.” he replied sure of his deduction. “Are you sure sir?” asked the scientist, wearing a sly smirk on his face. “Absolutely, I can say without a doubt that these are devices we use to communicate with other intelligent species.” "Are you sure?” repeated the scientist. “Without a doubt.”

His assurance seemed to amuse the expert which disturbed Dereck, making him doubt and reconsider, causing him to scrutinize the two objects with renewed attention while still keeping an eye on the scientist, the sly smile floating on his lips making him antsy. “You're half right sir. This one…” he took a black object that had the shape of a plate with a tiny screen in its center, “is actually a universal translator. However, this one…” he took the second one and showed it to Dereck with an amused look. It was similar in shape, size and colors to the first one, but it was covered in tiny holes and had a large button on its top and hook like things on its bottom “…is actually completely different. Allow me to demonstrate it to you.”

To Dereck's dismay the man pressed the button and; as the thing lit up threw it swiftly. It flew through the air and landed several meters away with a discreet bump, instantly freezing on the spot. “What's that thing?” mumbled a puzzled Dereck, his eyes fixated on the unknown device. “Wait and see." Whispered the scientist, hiding behind a protection barrier, signaling Dereck to do the same. Dereck did as instructed and watched as the other guy grabbed a small drone and a remote controller. “Watch closely.” He said as he switched the thing on. The rover drone mounted on tracks started rolling, getting slowly closer to the device. As it approached the rhythmic beeps the machine emitted increased, the silences between them shrinking, the noise becoming even louder until a loud, continuous, ear-splitting whistle filled the silence. Dereck had just enough time to cover his ears, finally understanding in horror what the thing was, grimacing in pain as, a second later the thing exploded, swiping everything that stood in its path. The deflagration was so powerful that it shook the very foundations of the building, the light going on and off rapidly, the ground, walls and ceiling vibrating around them. A heated wave washed over Dereck's face, carrying acrid stenches of fire and smoke. He trembled, for a mere instant he felt like on a battlefield, in the middle of gunfire and explosions. When everything had calmed down, he threw a cautious glance over the protection wall. The first thing he noticed was a jagged piece of shrapnel embedded in the thick cover before him, thrown with such force by the explosion that it had remained stuck in the metal. Behind he was faced with a scene of utter devastation, where the explosive device once stood, he only found scorched and blackened concrete, more shrapnel stabbed in walls, thick smoke and fires already shrinking under the assaults of the sprinklers. “A proximity mine!” hysterically shouted Dereck, in a shocked state, his entire body trembling from head to toe. “Indeed.” “Hold on where did you find that?” questioned Dereck, not recalling ever seeing an explosive device shaped like this. “The salvage team found a crate of them in their arsenal after the assault while they were taking stock of all recovered equipment.” “So you mean they took a translator for an explosive?” exclaimed Dereck, coming to the awful realization, his legs feeling weak under him. “It's the conclusion to which we came.” Replied the scientist, dusting his once pristine lab coat. “But… why are you showing that to me?" he mumbled, trying to calm down his boiling brain. “Because now it's the diplomatic division’s problem.” “I don't get it.” “It proves that four unarmed diplomates were shot dead due to a misunderstanding originating from the unexpected similarity between our translator and a weapon. The confusion probably exacerbated by the presence of a significant number of military assets in the area.” Replied the scientist with a terrifying calm tone, as if the situation didn’t affect him, “This will be in our final reports.” He added, making it clear he had nothing more to say. Dereck had left, still shaken, mind running wild, grabbing a heavy case of documents that hadn't been scanned yet along the way and brought them straight to his mother, his brain still buzzing with activity. He had been continuously thinking about what he had learned for hours, days, even in his sleep, his mind running at full steam, coming up with the wildest ideas, imagining how things would have gone if that confusion hadn’t occurred at the worst moment possible.

“If what that guy showed me is right it might play in my favor.” he whispered as he took a long sip of coffee, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, bored and fed up with punishment of an assignment, eager to get back into action, even if it meant going back to scrutinize the radar screens in his tiny office and hope something would happen.

Suddenly red blinking light popped everywhere around him, a loud alarm ringing in the corridor, startling him in surprise. “Oh no…” he gasped, immediately identifying what this alarm meant, a chill running down ahis spine as he let his cup fall, it's content spilling on the floor. He started running, heading straight for one place in particular, if someone had triggered this alarm it had to be one of them. As he made his way through the identical corridors his heart kept thumping in his chest, knots forming in his guts as he knew something bad could occur at any moment now, fear crawling over him, his mind going in panic mode, imagining the worst scenarios possible.

A loud detonation echoed in the quiet hallways, covering the blaring of the alarm for a short second, causing everyone that had been running to stop dead in their tracks, his blood running cold upon recognizing the unmistakable sound of gunfire. “Nooooo!” he shouted, accelerating even more, roughly shoving everyone in his path out of away. Finally, he got close, skidding to a stop near the concerned room, discovering the door wide open, and the two on duty guards missing. “Hope it's not too late.” he panted as he leaned on the wall, fumbling in his pocket, his claws wrapping around a rounded object and pulling it out. Instead of a gun that he would usually carry what he was holding was one of these translator devices. He had received a message informing him that a scientist and linguist team had managed to translate the alien’s language using scattered and more or less damaged records. However, he knew they didn’t have enough time to put it through thorough testing, even less in a real situation so he wasn't sure of its proper functioning. “I hope it works.” he grumbled as his fingers brushed against the switch, watching the device come to life. He plugged the thing against his throat, took a deep breath, appeasing the raged beating of his heart and stepped in. The scene he discovered was worthy of an action movie, the two sweating guards were aiming their riffle at the alien creature dressed in this thin hospital tunic and using a doctor as a shield, holding a scalpel against the man’s throat. The first thing he noticed were broken ceramic fragments scattered across the floor and a small hole into the wall right next to the alien’s head, clearly indicating that one of the guards had fired a warning shot. “Everyone calm down!” he called in an appeasing but commanding tone, the sheer sound of his voice freezing everyone in place, the two soldiers throwing him suspicious glances while the alien stared at him in shock; his eyes bulging out and his jaw dropping in disbelief.

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


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Nick was astonished, paralyzed, his breath cut, his muscles stiffened to their limits. That guy: that tall, anthro black wolf was standing there with his soft appeasing voice and he had understood it. The tone was strict, almost authoritarian yet calling for calm and above all he had fucking understood every word he said! That didn't make any sense to him, how could he understand that one guy when all the others were talking in an unknown dialect?

He staggered back, dragging the shocked doctor with him, left speechless and confused by the unexpected turn of events. “Please gentlemen put your weapon down.” said the wolf, the two soldiers just as surprised as Nick. Who was this guy? Why did this guy even show up? Why did he ask them to calm down when his kind’s intents were to keep him here? This whole situation was just getting more and more confusing for him. Reluctantly the soldiers obeyed and lowered their riffle while keeping a suspicious look on Nick, ready to react at any moment. “Could you please let go of the doctor?” asked the wolf with the same appeasing voice. Nick didn't move at all, tightening his grip on the scalpel. There was something off with this guy but Nick couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, even though he was wearing no gun and looked like a negotiator of some sort he seemed tense, more like a soldier ready to fight if needed. “Stay away!” he hissed in reply. “Calm down I am not here to hurt you. I am in fact here to announce you that you're free.” “What!?”

That word had been so surprising, so unexpected that he loosened his grip, his hostage using this unexpected opportunity to act. In the blink of an eye the doctor had squirmed out of his grasp and ran away, leaving Nick staring stupidly at the smiling wolf. “I don't get it…” he whispered, sitting on the bed, the wolf coming closer and sitting down next to him. “You were kept here for a period of analysis and healing since we… didn't know much about your specie we were a bit curious to examine you.” Explained the wolf. “Then why did you attack us?” retorted Nick, darting a suspicious glare at the wolf. “It was just a simple… tragic… misunderstanding…” he apologized, “Our commands thought you as a threat. You see we have had a lot of troubles recently with some aggressive inhabitants of this system trying to invade our planet. Most of them now know that if they try to trespass beyond the borders of our territory they will get obliterated. We misidentified your ship as one of these invaders and since no one on board seemed to acknowledge our radio calls we took the appropriate measures.” he explained with his honeyed tone though Nick perceived a sincere embarrassment, as if the guy wasn’t proud of it, sounding sorry even. “I'm not even sure we were using the same communication device and frequencies.” grunted Nick. "Apparently not." admitted the other with a deep sigh. “Then in that case why attack us once on your grounds?” grumbled Nick, not convinced by the wolf’s explanation. “We never attacked you ever since you crashed on our planet!” shouted the wolf, sounding offended, “So far your kind was the one showing aggressive behavior. I mean you shot down a recon ship!” “I wasn't there when it occurred; I just got words of what had happened when we met with the others.” Confessed Nick, still toying with the scalpel he had kept all along, “A regrettable act if you want my opinion. However I wasn't among those who took your vessel down now did I give them the order, so I won’t take the blame for their actions.” “Indeed no.” chuckled the wolf on a tone that made Nick's hands tremble, his guts telling him that this guy knew more than he pretended to. “Why are you looking at me like that?” exclaimed the wolf, twitching under his gaze. “I just saw surveillance footage and you were spotted several times on tape so I know you weren’t with those who shot down our ship.” Nick nodded slowly, acknowledging the wolf’s explanation, shuddering as he realized they had probably been spied on from the moment they crashed on this planet.

“Also you and your group shot down several member of a diplomatic team and I would like to know why.” continued the wolf. “I didn't give that order." he grumbled defensively, tightening his grip on the tiny blade. “Could you stop playing with that thing you're going to hurt someone and neither of us want that to happen do we?” Nick, after pondering which decision to take, let the instrument down but not too far out of reach. “We had a plenty of time to analyze the chain of event that led to that tragedy and for the longest time we couldn’t understand why you acted this way, these people were unarmed and undefended.” “I don’t really know either… it all happened so quickly, I don’t even recall who shot first.” “I understand that’s why a formal investigation was launched.” “And what did your enquiry give out?” interrogated Nick, curious to see what deduction these people came to. “Another mistake from what we have gathered. It appears your men took one of these devices for a weapon of war and we suppose… the stressful situation and the whole armada floating over your heads did the rest.” he concluded, pointing at the rounded device attached to his throat, glowing slightly with each word he spoke. “This thing is a universal translator but we realized too late that it resembled an explosive weapon of your kind.”

Nick nodded, acknowledging the Wolf's words, indeed catching the obvious resemblance between the two objects. “I see… I see.” He let out, realizing in turn how quickly things went from bad to worse from that point, “However be aware that no one gave an order to open fire; it all occurred because of a panic movement.” Added Nick, “someone shot and the rest of us followed” “We know that, we were even able to pinpoint who fired the first shot. You see all of our soldiers are equipped with a black box that records the last five minutes of their life.” “Useful…” Chuckled Nick; thinking about his much more advanced chip that had been removed from him. “And what we gathered so far points toward the same evidence, a tragic misunderstanding at a critical moment. Don't give me wrong my people and I were curious about your kind, we had never seen anyone like you before and we were eager to learn more about you. All along we tried to establish contact but… I guess language has been quite a tough barrier to overcome.” “Agreed… and getting shot down without a warning isn't quite what I call establishing a friendly contact and doesn’t make one very willing to cooperate.” chuckled Nick. “You entered our airspace without authorization on board of what looked like a battle cruiser.” Protested the wolf. “First we didn't know this planet was inhabited, secondly it was an exploration and research ship, though I’ll admit it’s been built around a refitted battleship, but before you ask the armament we had on board was for our defense, not to engage in any kind of battle.”

"I understand.” Let out the wolf, his expression shifting a bit, looking somewhat triumphant, as if saying ‘I knew it’, “Also… that brings me to my next question and… well the one that everyone here is asking themselves…” “Why were we here in the first place?” interrupted Nick, cutting the wolf short, throwing him a questioning gaze. “Yes… exactly…” stammered the wolf, chocking as if Nick had slammed his fist in his guts. “Our mission was to explore this system, gather data and find suitable planets for resource extraction and settlement establishment.” “That… won't play in your favor around here you know. People here tend to be a bit… touchy and your declarations would make them think you were planning on invading us.” “If only we had known that planet was inhabited we would have tried a different approach…. Or at the very least strayed clear from you people.”

The wolf looked at him a wide toothy grin which confused him, was he taunting him or just, amused? “At least it confirms our camouflage worked well.” “We were totally oblivious to your presence.” Snickered Nick, slowly coming to agree on how comical the situation was. “Also… when I said colonies I mean mining and farming outposts. What would come after I have no clue.” “So… our planet only interested your kind for its resources?” questioned the wolf, sounding both astonished and not too surprised at the same time. “Apparently… I haven't read the mission briefing so… can't tell exactly.” The wolf appeared astonished, his lower jaw dropped in a silent "oh" of surprise, his eyes almost popping out of his skull, Nick feeling like he had said some kind of blasphemy. “Hey my job was ensuring security once on the planet; the rest was none of my businesses.” “Oh… ok… I see…” thoughtfully muttered the wolf, “Next question, where are you from?” “It would be too long to explain. Let's just say I come from a place… very far from here.” “Beyond the asteroid belt?” asked the wolf, his vision of the world seeming to not expand further than certain obstacle. Although he remembered someone mentioning an asteroid field surrounding this system, making it almost impossible to see through and beyond he didn't really pay much attention to it back then. “Indeed, much, much farther than this asteroid belt.” he answered, smiling slyly, finding the awestruck look of the wolf quite funny. “Impressive… I never expected anyone would be capable of getting through that field… but it seems you have the technology for that kind of operation.” Whistled the alien, sincerely impressed, looking at the human with a renewed, burning curiosity. “Yeah these deflector shields and automated turrets are quite useful to overcome this kind of obstacle.” Chuckled Nick, recalling how they had breached that natural barrier with ease without withstanding a single scratch on the pain. “So what is the goal of your kind? Colonization?” interrogated the wolf, not losing a second and a word of Nick’s response. “No, I told you, we were just exploring a, unknown system, doing precise maps of each planet to accompany our previous surveys, gathering info and locating viable planets for further resource extraction, we don't plan on invading you. I mean… as far as everyone was aware on board your planet was just an overgrown jungle with no sentient life whatsoever”

Even to Nick's ears these words sounded empty and meaningless; knowing all too well the wicked ways of kind. He could almost predict how it would go; the Consortium would maybe try to maintain a semblance of peace with this planet's inhabitants at first, possibly offer them citizenship, protection or any kind of exclusive trading agreement but it would only be a façade. In the end they would always find a way to force them to bow and submit before them, break their government and society only to instate a new one made of mere puppets obeying blindly to their orders. These were the ways of the Consortium, a bunch of twisted, wicked and greedy bastards always looking, always digging, always finding new ways to quench their insatiable hunger for profit, control and dominance over everything else. “I'll be honest with you Nick I… don't trust that.” Growled the wolf with a suspicious glare, as if reading through Nick’s halfhearted lie with ease. “How do you know my name?” gasped Nick, his body tensing like a rope, jolts of electricity coursing through him when he heard his name spoken by this unknown stranger.  “It was written on a card you had in one of your uniform's pocket.” quickly explained the wolf. “Speaking of which where are they? I mean… my clothes where are they?” “They've been sent to a laboratory for analysis and… repairs… they had been quite badly damaged.” “I see. When will I be able to get them back?” “I don't know but until then I can ask someone to find you some suitable clothes… if you don't mind of course.” Offered the wolf, looking slightly embarrassed when he made that suggestion, his eyes scanning him from head to toe, seeing more than he anticipated thanks to that thin tunic he was wearing. “I'd really appreciate that.” gladly answered Nick, only wishing to get himself in better suited clothes than this hospital dress. “However before… I still have a few questions to ask.” Announced the wolf, regaining his composure. “Go ahead then.” “You pretend to come only for resource gathering but for what purpose?” “To sustain ourselves of course, our empire is vast and our resources critically diminished to the point of creating an emergency situation. Our people need food, materials to build their house, to live, even fuel for our ships or our powerplants is starting to become an issue.” “So that's why you came here. I guess your commanders were interested in our forest.” Deduced the wolf, not pleased at all by what he was learning. “Mostly I suppose but I am ready to bet your planet has much more resources to offer am I right?” “Probably…” he elusively replied, “Next question we saw you using some really interesting machinery… was it why you needed our resources?” “You mean the fabrication units… yes… indeed… quite handy don't you think? You give them a few natural and basic elements and they build you whatever you want in a matter of minutes, house components, weapons, ammos, you name it. Just feed it the components, select what you want and watch the magic happen.” "A really interesting device indeed." admitted the wolf, barely hiding his interest as he took a few notes.

“I still have one question left." he mumbled, coughing to try and look serious again. "Why were you carrying a rare, protected specimen with you?” “What!?” choked Nick, spitting the content of a glass he was trying to drink, “what did you just say?” he gasped, coughing noisily, very puzzled by the wolf’s question, not understanding what the hell he was talking about. “We located among your crew a rare animal specimen that falls under an interplanetary protection and preservation treaty which marks this endangered species as untouchable in order to guarantee the specie’s safety and development. If you do not know, and I believe you don’t, the number of specimen of that kind has drastically diminished to the point of nearing complete extinction.” “That's a really sad story but why are you telling me that? We haven't harvested any animal! In fact your planet was the first we tried to visit!” protested Nick, utterly confused and lost, rummaging through his memories in search of anything remotely close to the wolf’s description. “So then explain me how a protected specimen of this exact kind ended onboard your vessel?” “I don't know… and I don't even understand what you're talking about!” he shouted, losing his patience. “Lying to me won't bring you far.” growled the wolf, looking more menacing now. “I am not lying! I swear I don't understand what you're talking about for god sake!” “You persist in hiding the truth to me! Do you have a death wish or something?” he rumbled. Nick knew it would be the last warning he'd get but he could only persist; there was no lie, he was telling the complete honest truth to that weird wolf guy. Was he too dumb or stubborn to understand? Or was his translation device malfunctioning? “For the last time I repeat we had no such cargo at our arrival! There was FREAKING NOTHING from your system on board!” he roared, slamming his fist into the nearby cart with such force that all the objects standing on it jumped in the air. “Oh really… are you sure?” sniggered the Wolf, unfolding some sort of a tablet tucked away in his jacket. As the screen lit up he began scrolling through some files then gave it to Nick, the human’s jaw instantly dropping in sheer shock, his guts twisting and knotting violently, a mix of sadness and disgust overwhelming him. “Why do we have a picture of you carrying it around after the crash then?” On the high quality picture, taken from above probably by a scout ship, he could see himself through the thick jungle foliage with, right behind him the two men that had saved his life, pulling him out from the ripped ship part he was trapped in. From that angle it was easy to spot Lyam in his gut-wrenching wounded state, held tightly by the one guy wearing an exoskeleton who was bearing Lyam on his shoulder like a heavy gut and electronics sack.

“Lyam…” he gasped, rapidly getting the reasoning of the alien, his conclusion making him laugh, laugh so loud, laugh so madly, his body quaking under the spasm triggered by his uncontrolled bursts of laughter that the alien wolf wondered if the creature hadn't just lost all reason? “You mean your protected specimen is just Lyam!” “Is that how you call him?” asked the speechless wolf, scratching the back of his head, wondering if had said something silly?  “Yep. Oh god… that's the best joke I’ve ever heard!” he cried out, rolling back on the bed, clutching his belly as he choked for air. “What is so funny?” mumbled the wolf, taken aback by the unexpected reaction. “What you call a rare creature is only a clone!” shouted Nick between two uncontrollable bursts of laughter. “A what?” asked the wolf, poking and tinkering with his translator; worried that it may have stopped functioning, “blasted machine…” he swore thorough gritted teeth, “Could you repeat I think I misheard.” he mumbled, disoriented, all his assurance melting away. “Lyam is a clone!” hiccupped Nick, panting as he tried with all his might to calm down. “Excuse me… that word seems to be unknown and cannot be translated in our language.” he apologized in a confused whine, blushing profusely in embarrassment. “He’s… not a real person, he’s a copy if you wish.” sighed Nick, still trying to muff his giggling, finding the wolf’s puzzled look absolutely hilarious. “I… I don't understand.” “How to explain it…” grumbled Nick, scratching the back of his head, trying to find a simple way to describe it to the alien, “To keep it simple Lyam is a copy of a creature, a reproduction, but an improved version over the original but he is still an artificial lifeform crafted in a laboratory.” “I see but… that kind of practice isn't very common here… I think it's even forbidden.” Thoughtfully muttered the wolf, taking in the new information, looking somewhere between grossed out and interested. “That’s sad, you have no idea of how useful cloning is; you can have a constant supply of obedient creatures programmed to do a single task.” “Slaves of some sort.” grunted the wolf, snarling in repulsion. “Not much better than that indeed, that’s also why they make them look so… outlandish, to make it easier for people.” “That's why it isn't tolerated here.” “I'm going to be honest with you I do not approve of that kind of practice at all either, you can trust me on that but I can't deny that they are useful at handling problematic situations or accomplishing dangerous tasks.”

“There's still something bugging me out.” let the wolf, getting a tad bit more familiar, “He looks really living for a mere copy, I mean… compared to the other we observed he looks… strikingly similar to what we know here.” “That surprised me at first glance as well” admitted Nick with an understanding smile, “it's quite disturbing but he is just one more clone, just one of a new, much more realistic type. Don’t ask me why they took that decision I don’t have a clue either, perhaps people were complaining that the first generation looked too weird, too synthetic for their taste, or maybe they just wanted to show off what they could do. Whatever the reason it’s still all very wrong.” “I see…” mumbled the wolf, taking a few more notes. “But once you look beneath his scales, you'll find layers of cloned flesh and tones of machinery and circuitry that we call these augments.” “That I understand even through its some fancy stuff around here.” “Really?” enquired Nick, intrigued. “Yes, you’d have to work and save up for several years just to afford one of those, or just sell your hose and everything you own.”  Explained the wolf, “The only way to get some augments, and even there it’s rather rare, is to join the military.” “Interesting, where I come from it's a trendy thing, it's so cheap you can get a full body augment for one month of hard work.” “Lucky for you I guess, but I'm not really envious of that.” spat the wolf in some disdain, “I prefer natural things.” “On that we agree.” confirmed Nick with a sly smile. “You say that but they seem to have removed… quite a few of those augments from you” retorted the wolf, taking stock of the many bloodied device still laying there eon the cart. “That’s what you get for joining the army” chuckled Nick with a wry smirk.

“However, there’s something I still don’t get” whispered the wolf after a few moments of silence, lost in his thoughts, his eyes going over his notes multiple times without seemingly reading them, “these… copies must come from an original being, I mean your kind must have needed a living being to duplicate.” “Not really… the technology they use is so advance that a full body scan, a tissue sample and a lot of genetic engineering is enough to launch production. Even a probe sent on a planet can provide sufficient data and a precise analysis of a being and give the scientist a clear picture of the creature for later studies; it goes from general shape to internal organs layout and even skeleton structure. But… it's only a supposition, I’m not an expert in cloning technology. Furthermore, I don’t recall any prior expedition here, only survey probes, thus it's the most probable course of event. And… judging by how the first generation of clones looked I’d say they engineered this things from the start, probably trying to replicate that specie you’re talking about or at the very least selecting the best traits from it.” “I see I see.” he whispered, wiping the sweat of his fur.

“Well, this interrogatory is now over I'd like to thank you for your cooperation; it helps a lot.” he gladly said, shutting down his tablet, sounding satisfied. “The pleasure was all mine.” answered Nick, delighted that it was finally over, getting up at the same time as the wolf, “I hope my information’s helped clarify everything.” he said as he reached out with a hand. After a second of awkward silence and hesitation the wolf responded, extending a paw and grabbing Nick’s hand. The contact of pads and fur against his skin made him shiver, feeling blissfully warm and soft though it still was awkward to shake hand with an alien which’s kind tried to destroy them.

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


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“Are you sure of that information Dereck?" asked his mother as he summarized what he had gathered from the captive alien. “He is formal on that.” he assured, doubting his own words. “It doesn't make any sense.” She let out, as doubtful and confused as he was. “It could explain the number of copies they had.” “Analyses on these beings back up his claims. All tests confirm they are synthetic lifeforms but that last one… it's weird.” She muttered, at a loss for word. “I have seen it as well… for me… it's not a… clone as he calls it.” Admitted Dereck. “Yes this… Lyam… if it's his name is… raising a lot of questions.” she let out, rubbing her chin pensively, her gaze drifting away to a point he couldn’t see in her office, “Dereck?” “Yes mum?” “I'd like you to investigate that matter.” “I was going to do it with or without your authorization anyway.” Revealed Dereck, his face showing an immovable determination, “That story has piqued my curiosity quite a bit.” “Perfect… this enquiry will fit nicely with your main objective.” “I still have to babysit these two?” sighed Dereck, eyes rolling in despair, “You have no choice don't try to argue.” She growled in return, unflinching. “Fine I'll do it.” He grumbled reluctantly, “What's the next order?” “Well… the latest reports certify the examinations are over and they are healthy as one could be, they are now free to leave the hospital, well under escort and constant surveillance that is.” “I'll inform them in that case.” “Just remember, be careful, don’t get you or us in a sticky situation, and avoid turning this into a blood bath please.” With a wry smirk he ended the call.


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The door slid open again on that very same wolf, this time bringing with him a pile of clothes. “What are these for?” asked Nick as the wolf put them down on the bed. “I think they will be more appropriate for the outside.” Casually let out the wolf, nodding at the thin hospital tunic he was wearing. “The outside?” gasped Nick, taken by surprise. “Examinations are complete; you're now being moved to another location.” “In that case.” He said, trying to hide his relief. “I'll leave you alone while you dress; just knock at the door when you're ready.” Informed the wolf, “I hope all the clothes are your size. Just be aware they are meant for people with a tail so there might be a hole in the back of the pants.” “Crap… and I think you forgot some shoes.” Noted, blushing slightly when he spotted the hole in his clothes. “We currently haven't found any at your size but don’t worry we're working on it.” “Thanks now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate some privacy.” “Of course, I'll be waiting outside.” Said the wolf, hurrying out of the room.

Nick grabbed the clothes; they were made of a soft fabric almost like cotton and took some time to observe them. Everything was correct, the shirt was a bit large, but he didn't mind, just relieved to be in proper clothes and not almost naked like right now. He was still uncomfortable, feeling a bit weird when he noticed that hole in his underwear and pants, embarrassed by the fact that everyone could see what was beneath. He blushed slightly and, having no other choice dressed up, thankful no one could see him right now. After getting in his new clothes he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds and a beep coming from the keypad later it opened, revealing a large pristine white hallway carrying the same heavy scent of disinfectant. The tile floor felt cold under his bare feet as he stepped outside the room, taking a long circular glance  around him, immediately spotting the two soldiers on either side of the door. The two colossal guards were glaring at him from above, their riffle aimed straight at his head as he moved forward. “Perfect.” complimented the wolf, yet his words weren’t enough to cover the mocking sniggers of the two soldiers right behind him. A murderous glare accompanied with a low menacing growl from the wolf had the two turning mute like tombstones. “Accept my apologies for that.” He sighed, looking embarrassed and annoyed by the soldiers’ behavior though Nick could swear he saw, for a split second, the man blush. “Its fine.” sighed Nick, not bothering with the two bull soldiers. “Also, you will need this.” Added the wolf, showing Nick a similar device that the one he had on his neck, “as you know by now it allows for a rather clear and fluent translation between your language and ours.” “Why should I use that?” snarled Nick, suspicious about using some unknown, alien technology he knew nothing about. “Because only few people have access to this kind of device, and it would be easier and more appropriate if you were the one wearing one.” “If these are the rules then.” sighed Nick, knowing that he had no other choice. As he applied the device against his throat, he felt a powerful suction causing the thing to remain glued to his skin, holding in place perfectly. “It will feel awkward at the beginning, but you will grow used to it.” explained the wolf in a reassuring tone after removing his own translator device with a relieved sigh. “And my name is Dereck by the way; sergeant Dereck VanHevreyk.” Let out the wolf, finally introducing himself. “Nice to meet you." grumbled Nick as he massaged his throat, hoping that alien piece of technology was doing its job properly and not messing with his body or head instead.

“Great, now that we have taken care of the most pressing matters, we're good to go.” “Where are we going exactly?” “First we're going to pick up the others then we will head to the place where you will stay until we've decided on your fate.” Explained Dereck, leading the way. “How many other are there?” Questioned Nick. “Actually… only a few…” winced the wolf as they walked in an endless maze of identical corridors with the two soldiers on their back, escorting them. “How many?” repeated Nick in a harsher, more insistent tone, this time waiting for the true answer. “Not many…” grumbled Dereck, trying his hardest to avoid the subject. “How many?!” roared Nick, so loud that everyone in their vicinity turned in their direction, staring at them with questioning gazes. “Beside you and that Lyam guy… no one else.” Finally, reluctantly admitted Dereck. “You mean we are only TWO!” yelped Nick in shock, petrified by the awful revelation, the news feeling like an ice-cold shower and a powerful kick to the stomach at the same time. “There were more survivors but they… met a tragic fate.” Muttered Dereck. “Yes that's the thing that tends to happen when you get shot.” Dereck didn't answer to that last provocation.

Two minutes later they were facing an anonymous room guarded by ten heavily armed soldiers, all of them wearing heavy armor and a loaded riffle, all of them looking tense, nervous, almost scared. “Is all that security needed?” huffed Nick, glaring at the heavy armament. “It is… he has been quite troublesome.” Explained Dereck, looking increasingly antsy. “Hehe… that's Lyam for you.” Giggled Nick, glad that this horny dragon was still alive and kicking and giving these guys one hell of a hard time. “I mean he has already injured twenty people, five quite badly.” Let out Dereck, gulping down nervously. “That's weird… it's not in his habits.” “No one has been able to get close when he is awake, he has lashed out at everyone daring enough to enter this room. They’ve had to tranquilize him every time they needed to do anything on him and even that didn’t work for too long, so they just keep him under constant heavy surveillance.”

Nick rubbed his chin, perplexed, finding what the wolf said to be weird, out of place, it wasn't the kind of behavior he had come to expect from the drake. He imagined Lyam having his way with some of these aliens, dragging them in his dirty games and fucking them, leaving them exhausted and milked dry; never in the world would he have thought Lyam could act violently, lash out and wound someone. Odd pictures of alien animals soaked in cum running away in panic from the room wearing only remnants of clothes popped randomly in his head, causing him to chuckle, reminding him of his past encounters with the horny beast. Yet his brain was having troubles, refusing to associate Lyam with the images of a ruthless monster attacking whoever dared to cross the border of his territory. But these guys appeared to be the leaving proof of that, looking terrified by something, something so scary that it had them on edge. Still, how could the cause of their anguish be Lyam? “Speaking of the devil.” huffed a soldier standing next to the door as a loud cry of the purest fear and panic coming from behind the door echoed in the corridor, sending terrified chills in everyone's body, every single person taking a step back including Nick. In an instant the door burst open on three scared soldiers and two doctors rushing out as quickly as they could, one of the medics holding his blood drenched right arm, as the last soldier threw some sort of grenade in the room before locking the door. As the door slammed shut, sealing itself a loud detonation filled their ears, a grey mist seeping out around the doorframe, but Nick was focused on something entirely different, he could hear, behind the deafening deflagration, a deep, menacing throaty rumble. His entire frame shook uncontrollably, he recognized that voice, having been growled and roared on by the owner of that said voice more than once, there was no possible doubt left, behind this door was indeed Lyam. “You see…” gasped Dereck, wiping the sweat of his forehead, “You see… no one has managed to get inside without getting injured in some way, he has become overly aggressive, almost uncontrollable I’d say.” “Doesn't seem to be very friendly.” chuckled Nick. “Indeed.” huffed Dereck. “I bet you'll meet the same fate as these guys if you try to go in.” taunted Nick. “Shut up.” Growled the wolf, sweating profusely, not knowing how he would announce he was free to this one. “Come on everyone I'm taking bet. How much if that guy gets torn apart after entering?” shouted Nick, knowing that everyone had understood, letting his gaze wander on the soldiers observing him with a surprised face. Some only waddled nervously, shaking their head negatively, others chuckled in amusement but didn’t say anything, and a few rose hands and exclaimed “A hundred credits!” “Thanks for the help guys I really appreciate.” grumbled Dereck through gritted teeth. Suddenly he froze and spun around, looking intensely at Nick, a bright evil smile illuminating his face. Looking as if he had received a sudden enlightenment. “No I have a better idea.” He sniggered mischievously, “Why don't you go in? Maybe he'll be more responsive to a friendly face.” Suggested the wolf in an almost gentle, honeyed tone. “Fuck… why did I expect you to say that?” “That was pretty obvious.” chuckled Dereck, rubbing his hands in satisfaction. “Fine… I’ll give it a try I guess.” Sighed Nick. “Two hundred he gets eaten!” shouted a soldier as Nick approached the door where another antsy soldier was pointing his riffle at the sturdy reinforced metal panel as if it would burst open at any moment to reveal the most terrifying beast of all.

It had him wondering; had Lyam changed so much, had he devolved in some sort of wild beast? Had his systems malfunctioned so badly that he had reverted to some wild animal mode? Was even such a critical failure without proper maintenance even possible? Or maybe had these guys tried tinkering with his complex systems and augments and damaged a critical module? His mind was running at full steam, going wild with the scariest possibilities. He imagined the dragon drooling, rumbling, eying him, his prey from the shadows, ready to attack at the best moment, and lashing out when he would be in range and least expecting it. He gulped, freezing before the door, a chilling-cold sweat trickling down his back, his body and instinct screaming at him to turn around and leave. Quietly the guard next to him rose a questioning eyebrow, pointing at the door with his gun. Nick nodded slowly, doubting he still wanted to go in after all, a part of him more than willing to leave the dragon there and go on with his life while another didn’t want to leave Lyam, as horny and pesky as he could be, here.

The door slowly opened, sliding in an almost perfect silence, everyone behind him holding their breath, some loading their weapons just in case, prepared for everything, especially the worst. When the muffed hiss of the door sliding open ended on a loud metallic clacking noise he couldn’t help but shiver, the sound feeling like jaws snapping around something, cutting it straight and clean like a perfectly sharpened executioner’s blade. This very sound felt like a warning, a prediction of some sort, as if this simple sound was trying to tell him of his fate if he entered. “Good luck inside.” threw Dereck with a thumb up, pulling him back to the reality. “Eat your tail.” he snorted in answer, stepping inside the room without a look back. “So who is betting?” asked Dereck behind him as the door closed in his wake, leaving him alone, in a heavy silence. The room was plunged in a thick, impenetrable obscurity, with only one flickering emergency light above the door trying to illuminate the darkness, offering a minimalistic view of the large room, maybe three times larger than the one he had spent so many hours in. The first thing that struck him as he entered was the darkness and silence of the room, not a single sound could be heard, not a single movement could be sensed, as if it had been completely empty. For a few seconds he was back in the difficult nights of the distant Sukal-Fahada planet and its endless black sand deserts and plains that sucked any ray of light, where ambushes took place in the middles of their days-long nights, enemies appearing from thin air, carrying out a lightning quick raid before vanishing under the impenetrable cover of dark. He remembered these so long tensed nights trying to spot the enemy in constant darkness, using defective material, trying to see something in total obscurity, listening to pick up the slightest sound, fearing the next assault. He shivered, those old memories getting him on edge, his senses on high alert yet unable to catch the slightest noise, was there even someone in that room?

Another odd detail jumped to his mind; this room, unlike his seemed to have no electrical device whatsoever, no lights, no medical equipment, even the heating seemed nonexistent here. Cautiously he took a step forward, venturing further into the room, beyond the protection of the only source of light, his right foot immediately bumping into something, like a tray of some sort, probably abandoned there by one of the fleeing docs. He continued further, slowly, carefully, senses on high alert to try and locate Lyam, slamming straight into every obstacle along the way until he was fed up and decided to find a light switch. Roaming and poking around with his hands he walked back, hoping to find anything that could help him until he sensed a difference in texture on the wall, hitting a small square of a plastic-like material. After some investigation he identified a set of buttons. Curious he pressed one, nothing happened; he tried another only to get the same lack of any reaction, not even the familiar buzzing of malfunctioning electrics. Suddenly he caught a smell, an acrid stench floating in the air, elusive in the otherwise thick atmosphere; the unmistakable scent of burned electric devices and wirings. This machine, whatever it was, had melted, burned from inside, not only that but it appeared all electrical appliances and devices had suffered a similar fate. What could have cause this? He tried to remember his old classes and suddenly gasped, the answer appearing before his eyes, as clear as day; an overload; an electrical surge powerful enough to knock everything Zout for good. However, the only thing that could cause such catastrophic malfunction had to be some sort of EMP blast.

Then, as he was trying to figure out what had happened here something else came tickling his nose, a scent he was familiar with, something potent, something musky, something which’s fragrance had him instantly stiffening: Lyam's scent. At least he was nearby, even rather close judging by how strong the smell was. He had no time to delve in deeper, a low rumbled growl rose from the side, bouncing on the walls making it impossible to locate precisely, giving him a sensation of being trapped, encircled, surrounded by a hungry pack of whatever creature it was. He spun around, panic, like vicious snakes, creeping over him, his heart pounding madly in his chest, his instincts going wild, adrenaline pumping in his veins, throwing fearful glances around as he backed against the wall, reducing the number of angles from which he could be attacked. However, no matter how hard he tried to see the danger his gaze only encountered darkness so thick he couldn't pierce through it. Quietly he began moving, trying to be as sneaky as possible, following the wall trying to get out of this sticky situation, his eyes still plunging in the impenetrable shroud of obscurity surrounding him, giving him the feeling of progressing in troubled, murky waters.

Suddenly, two lights materialized before him in the pitch-black room, diffusing a quite odd but somewhat appeasing amber glow. At first, he thought they were emergency lighting however something was off; they weren't aligned with the others and bore a strinking amber color where the others were green. Even more disturbing these two glowing orbs had a wide black slit inside them exactly in the center, a blackness aimed right at him. His breath suddenly stopped, leaving him gasping in apnea, his heartrate increasing so much he felt like it would explode or burst out of his chest. These two things were not lights; they were eyes, animal eyes, homed on him, seeing him through the veil of obscurity. “Shit…” he let out in a barely audible whimper, keeping his eyes glued to the eyes, seeing whoever they belonged to vanish, sinking in darkness. His instincts flared, his muscles stiffened, his body acting on his own, overriding his paralyzed brain, years of training and operations kicking into action. In the blink of an eye he jumped on the left, right as a set of razor-sharp white claws sprung out of the darkness right where his head was an instant before, lacerating the tiles until they broke, shattering in a million pieces showering the ground. The sound had him quaking in terror, feeling like he was being ripped apart from a distance, as if these claws had actually touched him. Not wasting a single second, he rolled on the side again, dodging another swipe, claws burying themselves in the ground, digging jagged lines where he used to be. He sighed in relief but had no time to stop nor relax, the deep growls coming back, louder this time, more annoyed, even frustrated, closer this time, more precisely right above him. He rolled again and jumped back on his feet, hearing some more tiles break under a heavy impact right next to him, debris flying in all directions while something shoved everything away in its path as it swayed like a whip. Nick knew for certain it had to be a tail a very strong one at that, but he had no time to marvel at the strength of whatever was attacking him. More claws tried to latch on him but only enclosed on empty air or struck the floor and walls around him. He tried running away, out of reach but what attacked him was fast, clever and ruthless, the room now feeling so small, a mere narrow obscure path where he was trying to blindly navigate. After just a few seconds his hands hit something hard and cold, another wall. Dread took a hold of him, he was stuck, the thing right on his heals, ready to deliver a probably fatal blow. He tried fleeing again, only to slam right into another wall. A corner, he had no way out anymore.

He turned around slowly, the low menacing growls closing in, finding himself looking straight toward the creature, a meter away at best but blocking all ways out, determined to not let him slip away again. Maybe if he rushed in its direction, he could take it by surprise and try something, it was risky and reckless but what else could he do? Taking a deep breath and bracing himself he ran headfirst, straight toward the beast only to feel the ground vanish beneath his feet, a heavy weight slamming in his chest, all air fleeing from his lungs in a second as he fell backward, hit by a humongous force. He landed hard on his back, dazed by the violent blow but he had no time to recover, instantly something jumped on him, pinning him under its weight. Nick tried to shove it away, but the thing's grip was tight, unbreakable; his claws wrapping around his arms and legs, paralyzing them for good as long as he was on top of him at least. He tried to squirm away only to feel the claws tightened their grips around his limbs, doing a great job of holding him still, denying him any movement without injuring himself on the sharpened edges. He closed his eyes, feeling a large muzzle close in, hot air billowing over his face with each powerful exhale, piercing amber eyes staring at him hungrily. As it growled and rumbled, he noticed the creature’s stance shifting a bit, its grip upon his limb loosening, not enough for him to squirm free though, but just enough to have him wondering if it was truly about to kill him or was it just playing with its food, hoping he’d try to fight back before tearing him apart limb from limb. Even more confusingly he began hearing sniffing like sounds, like a dog following a trail, picking up the most interesting scent. Curious he opened his eyes; the creature was indeed sniffing him probably having caught something interesting or appealing in his smell. From so close he could swear without a doubt it was Lyam, recognizing the marvelous inky black and gleaming golden scales which seemed to radiate a faint glow in the dark. In silence he watched as the snout went down his body, smelling his neck, his chest, his belly, traveling lower and lower slowly, his stance shifting each time he changed body part, his hind paws applying more pressure on his legs as his neck craned down to sniff at his lower region.

Although he expected it; it felt awkward to have that creature stopping abruptly and sniffing insistently at his private parts with flared nostrils, taking deep inhale in his scent through his pant. He tensed, letting out a stifled gasp and blushing profusely, feeling that bulky snout burry itself in his pants, hot air washing directly over his groin. He couldn't help but coo as the temperature rose around his member, his sensitive skin tingling in uncontrolled arousal. The creature's sniffing became more intense, quicker, like he was actually starting to pant, his grip tightening again around him, his frame shivering, sending the same tremors down into his own body. Was it excitement? Arousal? Or a beastly satisfaction of having caught his prey? That he couldn't know but he didn't kid himself it didn’t sound good in either way. If Lyam had gone back to a wild state, he was close to dead already and if he was horny he was good to be dragged in dirty dragon games against his will; even though that perspective didn't sound as bad as he thought. Another gasp burst from his mouth, his eyes bugging out in surprise, something slimy making contact with his pant, slowly dragging over the thick fabric leaving a wet trail behind. Had Lyam just licked him? Astonished he stared at the almost invisible dragon hidden in darkness, only spotting him thanks to his glowing eyes, finding him instinctively and insistently smelled his crotch. What was the purpose of it? He didn't know but he had no other choice better than to let him have his way for now. Slowly the pesky sniffing and licking snout rose again, taking deep whiffs and lapping at his clothes as it came back toward his head, his amber eyes darting up to meet his own. To his own surprise Lyam buried his snout in the hollow of his neck, nestling himself nicely in, still taking deep whiffs of his scent, letting out low elated coos. Somehow the sensation of those warm, soft scales against his sensitive skin felt good, almost plushy, relieving even. If he had been able to, he would have hugged him on the spot however he was still pinned down, at the mercy of the dragon.

Slowly Lyam wiggled his muzzle away, continuing up, following the outline of his skull as he rubbed his scaly snout in Nick's hairs, letting out low purr, closing his eyes. Was he really enjoying that? A strong musky fragrance waffling at his nose gave a more than clear answer to that. Even in the shadow he could make out a clear picture of the dragon's arousal at that exact instant; probably sporting a large erection jutting between his hind legs demanding attention. Hot air whipped his face, powerful gust billowing over his chilling skin as the dragon’s face lowered again, coming level with his, their gaze finally meeting. To his relief the expression in Lyam's eyes had changed; from the bone-chilling, ravenous hunger he had seen earlier nothing was left, instead his two amber irises were brightly glowing, illuminated by utter happiness. From where he was, he could even hear his tail swishing rapidly behind him, moving a great volume of air around. In other circumstances he would have looked like a happy dog eager to play, well, a very big and scaly dog. “Nick…” he mumbled, his rocky voice shaking, like he hadn't used his vocal cords in a while. “Lyam.” answered the human as the grip around his limbs disappeared, his hands wrapping around the dragon's sizeable snout, rubbing his scaly cheeks affectionately. “You… you're alive…” he sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he nuzzled Nick, letting out low happy chirps. “It's good to see you buddy.” “I… I thought you were dead.” he whined, squeezing Nick tight against him, dragging him in a rough but loving cuddle.

They stayed like this for some time, Nick's head resting on Lyam's surprisingly soft chest as the dragon's head found a good spot on his back, his entire body cocooning him, enveloping him in a soothing, appeasing warmth. “Are you alright?” Whispered Nick, fondling the dragon's neck, listening to his low elated purrs. “I'm… I'm alright…” he sniffed, sobbing in sheer joy, “and you… I… I thought they had killed you.” “No, they just knocked me out and kept me for examination for all that time.” Replied Nick, not mentioning the pretty in-depth examinations he had experienced. “Did they do… anything bad to you?” enquired Lyam, scanning him from head to toe with a worried face. “Nothing… I… I don't know I was sleeping most of the time… and you… did they fix you?” “None of them could get close to me… I didn't allow that.” he hissed, baring his teeth, “I couldn't let them lay their hands on me.” “So, you're just the same as before?” “I haven't changed, not even a scale.” he whispered, a hint of pride transpiring in his voice. “Why is it so dark in here?” asked Nick, “And what have you done with all the appliances here, everything seems messed up.” “A little… private joke to spook them, I guess it worked quite well.” explained Lyam, giggling in amusement as all the light went back on with a loud rumble as power was brought back to every device in the room. Nick stared at Lyam, finally able to see the dragon fully as he smiled happily, proud of himself. “I have… what you call an EMP pulse emitter inside of me.” he explained, answering Nick's unspoken question, “It's one of my last defensive capabilities.” “I'm curious of what else you can do.” “Well I can lock myself down entirely for an extended duration which is comparable to a near death experience, only the vital systems remain active but in some sort of minimum mode. That's what I used when I was put in cryostasis otherwise my system keeps operating at full speed.” “I see…” let out Nick, quite impressed to say the least. “I can also restart my whole system which includes complete memory wipe.” he added, sorrow filling his trembling voice. “Sounds awful when you put like this.” “It is… forgetting everything you were and restart from the beginning is a terrible thing.” Approved Lyam, tightening his grip around Nick. “You can also disturb electric devices.” “Indeed, but it has a perverse effect. It… triggers a complete system restart because it… affects me as well.” he whimpered. “You don't look really affected right now.” Commented Nick, observing the dragon that looked to be in a great shape, showing no sign of injuries, even the one he had sustained seemed mostly gone. “My augments just went back into default settings for the most and best parts… the rest just died. Good thing is now I don’t need to recalibrate my augments anymore” “Are you ok then?” “I'm pretty fine… I've just lost a few things and my motions are less precise but I'm still mostly the same.” he answered, trying to sound calm and appeasing. “Why mostly?” “I lost a few useful modules, but you won't see the difference… trust me.”

Nick felt doubt seep in his head, Lyam sounded sincere, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe him, feeling something had already changed. “Why do I feel it's not the last thing you can do.” “I… I can… In last resort blow up.” “When you don't make other's head blow up with your lust.” chuckled Nick, earning a furtive but amused smirk from the dragon. “I mean… seriously blow up… like a bomb." sighed Lyam, regaining his composure.

Nick took a few seconds to observe the dragon; he definitely looked different, bigger, stronger, more muscular than before, his claws and fangs much sharper, even the two once stubby horns adorning his head had grown in length and size, adopting a yellowish color. “Yes that growth management crap is still glitched.” he grumbled, noticing Nick’s gaze upon him, “so I keep growing and shrinking all the time… don't ask… yesterday I wasn't bigger than a kid and now… well I'm over you I guess.” he explained calmly yet his traits were visibly twisting in annoyance. “Speaking of which could you… let go of me?” “Yes… sure… although I really enjoy the contact…” cooed Lyam, loosening his grip but not letting go entirely. “I know you have something in mind lusty drake.” huffed Nick as he gently pushed Lyam off him. “Not at all!” protested the dragon, “I just… really missed you… and that kind of physical contact.” Added Lyam, looking sincerely saddened by the end of their close, almost intimate embrace, “Besides, even if I had other plans in mind, I mean… come on… I know you wouldn't have minded?” he chuckled, a devious wide grin growing across his lips, widening his stance to offer a gorgeous view of his hard member to Nick. The long spire had grown according to his new size, drizzling pre steadily with each powerful throb as his hefty nuts rested in their sack, looking heavy and full. The dragon's devious grin was getting on Nick's nerves though he had to admit the pose and view he was offering him was quite exciting, even if he had been drained of all his seed and horniness. “Jeez Lyam do you ever stop being horny?” “Hehe… never…” he chuckled, letting out a low purr as he slowly thrusted in the air, his hard shaft bobbing in the air invitingly, “Even less when I’ve spent over a month alone without anybody to have fun with.” “You'd better get rid of that before someone comes in?” grunted Nick, turning away, trying to not succumb to the dragon’s words and teases. “Who would you want to come in? They're scared of me.” he chirped, adopting that same menacing stance, baring his fangs as he crouched low, back slightly arched. “You know with that big shaft between your legs it's hard to take you seriously.” Chuckled Nick. “Shut up… or I'll make you try that not so scary tool of mine.” “You wouldn't dare.” taunted Nick.

“You'd be surprised…” he sniggered with a devilish grin, “I'm as dangerous with my dick as I am with my claws.” “If it's not more.” grumbled Nick as the dragon hovered over him. glancing down at him as his hard meaty member inched closer from his face. “I know you want it.” He cooed enticingly, letting his pungent musk permeate the air. “Lyam try to force me again and this time I swear to you you'll regret it.” “Oh I'm scared.” he huffed, mocking as always. The blow he received came as a surprise causing him to yelp in pain and back away, wincing as he covered his nuts with his tail. “That hurts.” he squealed. “I warned you.” huffed Nick as he got up. “Why have you done that?” “I helped you clear that lustful head of yours.” “Bastard…” he hissed, “I swear I’ll make you suck it so hard you’ll be begging me to stop!” “Whatever.”

Lyam darted his angry gaze at Nick, grimacing in pain as his member quickly retreated in the confines of his slit where it could be protected from any blow. Suddenly he frowned, staring at something intently, squinting his eyes as if he had spotted something strange. “I hadn’t noticed that.” he whispered, getting closer again, “what have they done to you?” Nick froze, what did Lyam see that he didn't? “What do you mean?” “You're covered in scars.” whispered the dragon, reaching forward with a paw, his soft scales caressing a long straight whitish line along his neck. “That must surely hurt.” he added with an unexpected benevolence. “Yes, they managed to remove my chip… and all the sensors.” “That's some fine piece of work.” he murmured, slowly rubbing Nick's skin, admiring the expert surgery work performed on Nick. However, when the dragon's caresses became too sensual and the proximity of his warm body became too much to bear for Nick he shoved him away. “Nice try Lyam but it won't work this time.” “Damn it. Well… at least I tried.” he huffed disappointedly, “Also… what's that thing on your neck?” “That thing? It's a translator to help communicate with them. It’s quite handy otherwise you don’t understand a thing of the shit tone of thing they’re saying.” “That's why your voice sounded weird to my ears. But… why are you wearing that thing?” “Apparently they’re eager to communicate with us.” explained Nick, putting big quotes on the word communicate. “Why now?” “They'd like to apologize for the past events and start again on new relationships.” “That's… understandable…. I mean we quite literally crossed their borders uninvited. I mean whoever that dares to enter the consortium's territory undergoes the same treatment… in much worse.” Noted Lyam, looking quite intrigued and puzzled by the events.

“Also… apparently they see you as a rare being of some sort and you're protected by some… bullshit agreement of some sort.” “Me a rare being!” shouted Lyam, laughing loudly, but to Nick’s ears it sounded empty, “Well… I mean… I know I'm pretty… unique…” he mumbled, a crimson blush warming his cheeks; spreading on his yellow and black scales with each word, “But I'm only a clone… a… a special one but just a pile of cloned flesh stuffed with augment. Although that’s really flatters me…” "I knew it would.” “Maybe we can use that to our advantage.” added Lyam with a mischievous smile. “I know what you're thinking about.” Sniggered Nick. “I've spotted quite a few with a really nice package between their legs. Beside I really do love fur… too bad they didn't give me some when I was created.” “I find you handsome with scales.” replied Nick in the next instant, his mouth faster than his brain. “You mean it?” gasped a surprised Lyam, his blush deepening, “You're superb.” "Thanks… I appreciate that.” Mumbled Lyam, bowing his head down in embarrassment, nervously scratching the floor with a claw. “And you seem to have healed pretty well.” “Took me time but… indeed I'm healthy as can be.” chuckled Lyam, showing off and flexing his muscles. “So… what do we do now? Do we stare at each other until death?” asked Nick. “I don't know… well… I do… I do have an idea… but you wouldn’t like it…” let out Lyam, a glimmer of lust crossing his eyes, “actually… you came in… you must have good reasons I suppose, and I bet you are… working for them.” Continued Lyam with a suspicious glare. “Well, I’m not working for them but it’s not like we have another choice than to play along for now. Beside they suggested you would react better to a friendly face.” “They were right indeed.” approved Lyam, affectionately nuzzling Nick's cheek, “So… do we get out?” asked Lyam, his claws impatiently clicking on the tile floor. “Yes… I'd love to see their face when you'll come out with me.” sniggered Nick like a child preparing an evil joke. “May I know why?” “They all bet I would fail.” “Even in different universes soldiers are still so dumb.” Chuckled Lyam, shaking his head in disbelief. “Hey don't insult us.” “Sorry… you felt targeted?” giggled Lyam, still smirking deviously. Nick grumbled some words under his breath and knocked at the door. After a long minute it slid open on an astonished face. “Still alive.” Proudly chuckled Nick, stepping out.

“And the… creature… I mean… Lyam?” asked Dereck, as shocked as the rest. “Give him a second… he is a bit of a shy guy.” sniggered Nick, dashing out of the way. In the room behind him everyone could see two glowing amber spheres observing them defiantly, causing everyone to tense and gulp down. As Lyam slowly came out of the room Nick was pleased to see them all stagger back, some clinging to their guns, others willing to turn tails and flee as the dragon appeared fully before them. In the narrow corridor Lyam looked much bigger than he thought, tall to the point he had to keep his neck low to not break through the roof. From what Nick remembered he used to be six to seven feet tall, now he looked closer to ten and his body had grown proportionally with his new size, to the point he even looked out of place in that corridor. “It is… a pleasure to meet you.” gasped Dereck, twitching and sweating uncomfortably under the dragon’s gaze, “you… you don't mind if I don't… shake hand with you.” “You still can try…" chuckled Lyam, offering a big, clawed paw to the wolf. After a few seconds of helpless staring at the sharp talons the wolf grabbed the paw and shook it vigorously. “Great now… shall we proceed? I'm feeling quite… oppressed in here.” Asked Lyam, one of his horns accidentally bursting through the ceiling. “Yes… sure…” mumbled Dereck, “We will be heading to the roof, I think you'll feel better at ease there.” “I'd really appreciate to get some fresh air…” approved Lyam. Dereck led them in the corridors, a few guards following them at a respectable distance, none of them willing to get close to the dragon. “I… think you won't fit in the elevators. I hope you don't mind taking the stairs instead.” Suggested an anxious Dereck as they arrived near a large door. Lyam remained silent, too busy throwing quick curious glances at everything around him, intrigued by everything he saw like a kid in a toy store. When they began the long slow, exhausting ascension of hundreds of steps leading to the top Nick couldn't help but look behind, catching two amusing yet completely opposite behavior. The two were throwing sneaky glances at each other’s, spying on each other while one wasn't looking. They both looked curious but not for the same reason, where Dereck was more in an amazed, impressed even astonished state being so close to such a being, Lyam had another curiosity of his be wanted to satisfy, a more lustful one as he kept trying to look below the wolf's tail.

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

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


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“Is this a fucking joke!” yelled Dereck, his voice echoing in the empty roof, the strong winds carrying it away. Before him, displayed on a small holographic screen projected by his wrist-mounted computer was his mother, comfortably sitting in her chair in her silent office, looking as calm and serious as ever after what she had just announced him. “You're kidding!” he roared, pissed off, unable to contain his rage anymore. Her facial expression didn't change the slightest, not a flinch, a cold impartial rock, unmovable, unbreakable. “What am I supposed to do with them now?” “This is our current issue.” “Don’t you have a safe place where I could drop them?” “Actually no.” she sighed, “We don’t have a suitable place for them, and we cannot let them roam freely around without surveillance.” “Then put an escort with them I'm not gonna teach you your fucking job!” he snapped, wanting to punch something. “The thing is their presence in the city isn't known and we cannot let any information slip until the enquiry is complete and all the light is made on them.” “Which brings me back to my interrogation. WHAT THE HELL DO I DO!?” “Like I just said… since you don't seem to have heard we cannot just put them down somewhere and forget them.” “So what then? They stay here?” growled Dereck in dismay. “It could be a good option but… I don't think they would agree to that.” “So what then!? I'm not going to house them in my place!” “Actually… that could be a good… temporary solution of course, well until we either have a suitable place ready for them or the government decides on their fate.” “Is this a joke!? Are you making fun of me!?” “Do I look like I'm in a mood for jokes Dereck?” “That must be a nightmare, I can’t believe it, I must be dreaming and I’m gonna wake up any moment.” grumbled Dereck, throwing sneaky glances at the two aliens talking together, the beast looking one… Lyam constantly staring at him from behind and that look was starting to make him feel very uncomfortable; that perverted glint in these amber irises getting more and more bothering. He gulped down and gave his mother a pleading look. “Please… is there no other solution?” “Not any practical one I’m afraid.” she replied, still so professional, “We're in presence of two representatives of new kinds and they must be treated as such.” “In that case my place isn't suited for diplomatic matters.”

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


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

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

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

They followed the wolf near the helipad, yet no ship was inbound. “So… where is that transport?” “It should arrive in a minute or two”. Nick leaned over one of the units, observing that strange sky. Contrary to what he had seen before the sky there was partially hidden by some sort of a blue net which meshes bounded and tangled over his head, forming a tall protection barrier. “Impressed?" Asked the wolf as he followed his gaze. “No… curious.” “It's our… roof… if you wish.” “Quite a big one.” “That's what prevented you from seeing us.” explained Dereck, “It also deflects shots… or rather most of them and provide a great cover in case of a meteorite rain.” “Does it ever happen?” “Quite often and it's a beautiful yet risky show to watch.” “Doesn't it have another use?” enquired the dragon, scrutinizing the sky with them. “Indeed, Lyam you're right it's also our main protection against the forest’s constant growth and expansion.”

Suddenly the loud rumble of engines cut their conversation short, covering all other sound as above them a large ship had come to a stationary flight and was slowly lowering itself down upon the landing platform. It was quite ugly and bulky, painted in a blend dark grey color that did little to hide patches of rust all over the hull, two powerful engines were holding the obviously heavy vessel in the air, pointing down and spitting blueish flames along with powerful gusts of heated air. “It's… not what I was expecting.” mumbled Lyam, taking a step back or two. “Sorry but that's the only one I could get where you would… fit in. Don't be offended.” “It's fine… I admit I'm… quite… big right now. It's not my normal size though otherwise I'm around your height.” Explained Lyam as the ship landed on the pad without issue and the back ramp opened, revealing what looked like a cargo hold. They entered, protecting their face from the exhaust gases.


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Ten minute later they were flying high in the sky. They had left the dome by a hole forming just for them before resealing itself after their passage. Outside they found themselves in the same jungle that looked to have extended its roots everywhere, only stopped by smaller domes that formed clearings of sorts scattered through the lands, probably production factories or farms. “Why is everything so… far from the city?" asked Lyam; observing the landscape by the small, rounded window. “All our cities are built in the same fashion. It's to avoid too great damages in case of a bombing or any natural disaster. If a district is damaged the other won't suffer the same fate.” “Clever…” mumbled Lyam marveling at the alien technology, “And how do you go from one place to another?” “Well either by air like right now or by subways if they exist.” Lyam nodded in acknowledgment, losing himself in the contemplation of that unknown planet he hadn't seen before. “Fascinating…” he whispered.


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Half an hour of a heavy silence rhythmed by the rumbling noise of the engines later they entered another of the city districts. Dereck informed them it was the district Four, a habitation district where a million inhabitants were living. According to him, it was a nice place to live in, there was an almost constant good mood and a general cheerful behavior. The district was divided in several parts; the outskirts were formed of large neighborhoods where comfy houses and low buildings were forming patches of color. The closer to the center they got, the taller the buildings became, turning into high skyscrapers rivaling in prettiness and overall clever and extravagant architecture. Finally the ship landed a bit roughly on a helipad on a rooftop of an anonymous apartment complex. They almost ran for the staircase since at that altitude the wind was strong enough to blow them away. “Is everyone alright?” enquired Dereck once everyone was safely inside. “I'm too heavy to be carried away so easily.” sniggered Lyam, even though it was obvious for Nick that he had shrank; from ten feet tall down to about height now.

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

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

Overall; the strong wolf stench and general dirtiness put aside the small flat was really nice, composed of four rooms, a large living space composed of the living room and kitchen, two rooms and a bathroom. Nick sat on the couch Dereck had just cleaned of all the things cumbersome it, making enough room as well for Lyam. Nick spent some time analyzing the room; there was a large screen taking most one wall in front of him, on his right was a small balcony that could be accessed through a large sliding glass door, behind him was the kitchen, compact but practical, and to his left the access to the two bedrooms, the wall on this side covered with old photos and posters. Dereck had vanished in one of the bedrooms, probably preparing it for tonight. Otherwise, he couldn't gather much more details about the wolf, only getting the confirmation that this guy had a military background. The only thing in that flat he identified without a doubt was a square black box near the screen with, resting on top, a pair of controllers. “Remember that?” he asked, gently poking Lyam's shoulder as he pointed at the two devices. “You bet! How could I forget such an easy victory.” he chirped, grabbing one controller in between his paws like it was the most precious thing this world had to offer. “Wanna play?” asked an equally surprised and enthusiastic voice coming from behind. They gasped, startled; Lyam dropped the controller in surprise as he fell forward, jumping from the couch, triggering a burst of laughter from both Nick and the wolf. Dereck was watching them from above, looking as surprised as them, hit two hands gripping the couch, his fur stained with sweat and stuck together as a heavy scent filled the air where he stood. “By the stars! You… you almost gave me a heart attack!” panted Lyam, rolling on his back to glare angrily at the wolf. “Sorry… it wasn't my intention. I just wanted to know if you were interested in doing a few games… since you looked pretty fascinated by this.” “We had similar one so we know what it is.” grumbled Lyam, taking back his place on the couch. “So… do you agree then?” asked Dereck, deviously smiling, clearly happy to have found both playmates and a thing the three of them seemed to enjoy. “Of course! We could all enjoy some fun time!” replied Nick. “Sadly there are only two controllers so I guess one of us will have to sit there and watch.” sighed Lyam in disappointment. “No worries I must have one or two more somewhere nearby.” answered Dereck.

After a few minutes of fumbling in his mess he found it and in no time a third controller was plugged to the console, the trio impatient to chill out and just enjoy some harmless fun times. “Hey Lyam don't break that one!” shouted Nick as the game started, “We don't have an endless supply of these!” “Go fuck yourself Nick." he huffed angrily, “it only happened once so no need to bother me with it forever.”. "Yes… please… don't damage it.” winced Dereck, a grimace of worry twisting his traits “these things cost an arm.” Lyam chuckled and expertly wrapped his claws around the plastic made device “I'll be gentle.”

Ten minutes later shouts and laughs were bursting out through the room, intertwined to the loud noises of the game. They started gently, a racing game, it was a bid childish but fun all the same and they found themselves more focused on the game than they thought they would at first glance on the title screen. “Ouch… took that one in the butt.” grimaced Dereck as his small ship flipped over. “Hang on there is more coming!” Yelled Lyam. Dereck's lower jaw dropped as he was thrown over the edge of the road. “Din you team up against me?” he shouted, turning around and looking back in dismay at the two. “Nah just a matter of luck… see." chuckled Lyam. “Hey I thought we were on the same side!” yelled Nick as his own kart flew over the edge, tumbling in infinite space, wiped away by a vicious blow by the dragon, “Bastard…” he hissed, throwing the goofing dragon a hateful glare. “Relax… we'll get him at the next turn.” whispered Dereck winking slyly. “Seriously guys try at least it's way too easy!” bragged Lyam as he crossed the finish line, sprawling even more on the couch as he greeted himself, throwing imaginary flowers above him. “Move your fat ass from here I can't sit!” retorted Nick, squashed between the couch's edge and a large scaly rump. “Leave some space to the winner.” growled Lyam in reply. “We're not done yet… there's still one last race.” informed Dereck as he set the next and final destinations. “It will be as easy.” sighed Lyam, overconfident. And indeed the next race quickly became a nightmare for Lyam, the two others obviously teaming up and making sure to keeping him behind, at the far end of the scoreboard as he was constantly blown up, thrown away or simply slowed down. Inside he was clearly boiling, throwing these two enraged glares but still he tried to keep up some kind appearance and smiled quite still quite amused despite this. He wasn't surprised to finish last but he got what he deserved for being so pretentious and he didn't mind that kick in the butt as a retaliation. “Yeah! So can mister winner move his oversized ass away from me?” “Fine…” he huffed.

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

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


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Several hours of intense gaming later (seriously)


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“Oh crap it's quite late!” gasped Dereck, making a small clock appear on the screen. Even though written in their unknown glyphs Nick could without a doubt agree on the advanced time. The entire room was plunged in thick darkness, the only source of light coming from the TV screen before them. Outside the blue sky and the twin suns had long left the stage, offering now a pale rounded moon glinting slightly in an immense veil of obscurity in which glimpses of stars and strange astral phenomenon could be seen in gaps in the fluffy looking clouds that had begun gathering over the city. The protective shield was still there, faintly glowing, providing a small amount of light, giving the sky a weird midnight blue color in the otherwise perfectly inky black night. Below, floors below the city was a bright beacon shining in the dark, a lighthouse emerging of a deep, dense forest. From that privileged position he could even see another part of the city, shining and shimmering as brightly, illuminating the surrounding jungle as if it was day. Was it a common thing to use so many lights? “You're wondering right?” Asked Dereck like he had just red his mind, noticing the human’s gaze wandering outside. “Indeed.” “May I know about what?” enquired the wolf, trying to follow his gaze. “Well… all these lights…” let out Nick, designating the rows of lights basking the street below in a warm, bright glow. “Aren't they magnificent?” he asked with a curious, almost proud, raised eyebrow, waiting for a convincing answer. Nick threw another quick glance at the city sprawling below, reaching as far as he could see. The street were a constant multicolor luminescence of bright, almost aggressive colors and shades reflecting on the buildings, giving the city a majestic, magic, almost holy glow, like it was constantly basking in light. “I don't get the purpose of all that.” “It's simply to protect us.” “It's an odd way to protect; you're even easier to spot with your cities shining so brightly.” “From above indeed but from the ground it is a necessary precaution.” “Could you develop a bit more?” Asked Lyam, his snout leaning over Dereck's shoulder, to join in the marveling of the city below, the dragon sporting rather sleepy eyes but still looked curious and interested… and eager to trick as always. “You had quite a good demonstration of the dangers of our lands I believe.” chuckled Dereck, throwing the two a knowing glance, “So I think you should be aware of that too.”

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

“I see… but… what's the matter?” mumbled Lyam, “I mean, haven’t you developed ways to clear the forest, I mean if fire doesn’t work there’s probably a way to reduce the size of this jungle” "And you're supposed to be a thousand time more intelligent than any human! What a dumb scientist!” shouted Nick, just for the pleasure of taunting the drake. “Excuse me. I didn't get to see any god damn thing of this forest. Quick reminder I was FREAKING DYING if you had forgotten.” Roared Lyam. “Oh yeah… that's right…" mumbled Nick, going quiet. “Guys please don't argue… there is no need to… just let me explain.” “Fine… as long as that pesky human doesn’t bother me.” hissed Lyam. “Fine I'll shut my mouth.” Grunted Nick. “Then… shall I proceed?” “Sure… we're listening aren’t we?” rumbled Lyam, snarling at the human next to him, as if warning him to keep his mouth shut and his comments to himself. “Well… the problem isn't the forest itself, in fact it gives us plenty of food, materials, medicine, everything we once and still need now to sustain ourselves. The real hazard comes from the climate of this planet. To make it short and simple, as you must have noticed when it rains here it's… one hell of a mess if you allow m.” “I couldn't agree more.” chuckled Nick, “Got a first hand experience with that”. “What do you mean?” interrogated Lyam, frustrated to have missed so much of their first hours on the planet. “Simply that these cursed trees have enough force to tear apart an entire reinforced, extra sturdy vessel compartment in a matter of second when it had survived a canon  shot, an antimatter reactor meltdown and subsequent blast without mentioning a fall of several hundreds of miles through a planet's atmosphere without breaking to pieces.” Summarized Nick. “Oh…” muttered Lyam, jaws dropping in shock. “And those god damn trees tore it apart like this.” Described Nick, furiously grabbing something that looked like a sheet of white paper and tore it to tiny shards he tossed at Lyam's puzzled face, “Do you get the idea now?” “Yes… I do.” “And it isn't even the worst yet.” Sighed Dereck, looking away with a sad expression. “How bad can it get?” “You haven't seen the effect of the rain on these things.” sighed Dereck, lifting himself up from the couch and reaching out for a holographic tablet as he kept speaking, “No one knows for sure what causes it but whenever it starts raining the forest becomes even more ravenous, putting everyone in a life threatening danger.” “It's… still hard to believe.” “Maybe with that you'll understand.” he let out, handing Lyam the tablet. The dragon's face froze maw agape on a blank cry as he stared wide eyed at the series of picture scrolling on the screen. Curious Nick leaned over Lyam to see and in turn he found himself paralyzed unable to speak or to peal his eyes away, shivering in fear, not a stupid fear, no… true fear.

On the screen one picture, one awful picture had them both staring in pure horror, all colors leaving their livid faces, their heart stopping. Even though the resolution was poor and the angle bad, like taken on the move from a shaky airship by a blurry or wet camera what it managed to capture was more than enough to have them tremble in utter fear, the two finding themselves getting close to the other. The whole scene was plunged in a creepy atmosphere, amplified by the dark sky crossed by white streaks of light, huge mushrooms of thick black smoke rising from the ground, spiraling toward the darkening clouds. But the main thing was what was standing in the center of the photo; a city, or rather ruins of it, shattered buildings, broken walls, ripped bridges and other structures, cracked roads, giant holes in the ground, massive fires ravenously devouring what remained… only destruction and despair as far as the eye could see. Everything had been meticulously destroyed, reduced to a pile of rubbles and twisted metal. However what stood out was the outstanding source of this devastation. From the torn apart skyscrapers protruded entire tree branches and trunks, flowers and leaves creeping over the walls, roots bursting from opened halls, digging in the shattered concrete or paved ground, large pools of murky liquid drowning houses where roofs had collapsed, filling entire penthouses and cascading down in the streets along the slick facades. Patches of vegetation could be seen everywhere, in the streets, on the balconies, on the roofs, growing straight from the tiniest cracks, multicolor flowers opening thirstily toward the apocalyptic skies, drinking as much of the precious rain as possible.. Entire structures were on the brink of collapsing; only holding thanks to giant trees sustaining them that had grown in place of the support structures in the deserted places.

“My goodness… what happened here?” gasped Lyam, staring helplessly at the ravaged city, gulping down in discomfort. “Something we weren't prepared for.” sighed Dereck with a sorrowful voice, “It was five years ago if I remember correctly but… it wasn't here… it was on the other side of the planet, thousands of miles away.” “That forest is nasty.” hissed Lyam. “These trees are fucking wooden devils.” Added Nick, tremors of fear coursing through his body, now seeing the full extent of the destructive power of this planet’s plants. “Indeed…” “So what caused such a disaster? I don't imagine dumb trees deciding to take down an entire city on their own.” “Indeed no… it was due to a… tragic chain of events. There were important storms in that area and reports of heavy rains; so much rain in fact that the safety measures were triggered at their highest possible level to prevent a catastrophe but… nothing went the way it should have.” “What do you mean?” “Lightning struck one of the shield generators which shut down moments later.” “Aren't you equipped to deal with that kind of situations?" wondered Lyam, astonished. “We are but… apparently the emergency back-up generator was out for maintenance or some similar bullshit. In the end the jungle broke in and spread through the city at light speed. When the evacuation order was given there were already thousands of dead; it was the greatest catastrophe in our entire history.” “Oh by the stars…” mumbled Lyam, shaking as he held the tablet in his claws, ivory tips threatening to pierce the rather fragile casing. “Hey easy with that!” yelled Dereck, ripping it from Lyam's hands. “Sorry…” mumbled the shocked dragon as he kept throwing glances outside, analyzing the protective shield covering the city in its glowing shell. “Relax Lyam there is no reason to worry anymore: we have found many different ways to prevent such tragedy to occur again.” Said Dereck in a reassuring tone, offering Lyam a comforting smile. Even though Lyam nodded, acknowledging the reassuring words Nick could clearly see his terror, his lips twitching in a nervous grimace as his claws played with a cushion.

A loud gurgling noise interrupted his deep thoughts, the three of them staring at each other in turn to figure out who was the source of that sound, embarrassment flushing their cheeks as skin and scales alike turned a deep crimson red. Slowly Lym dipped his head in embarrassment. “Sorry… I'm… getting quite … hungry.” A heavy silence followed his words as all eyes fell on him, glaring intensely at the crouching low dragon. Nick was suspicious, trying to see if there was any hidden meaning in the dragon's words. Brutally Lyam's gaze crossed his, the dragon instantly stumbling back, looking at Nick like he had been accusing him. “I mean food… nothing else… what were you imagining?” he mumbled, blushing profusely. “I don't know… knowing you I expected something more… how to say that… more like you.” “Why do you mean…” he hissed defensively, squinting at the human. Dereck listened to the small exchange with caution, the tension between the two perceptible but he didn't know what the starting point of the animosity between them was. Lyam was barking in a defensive stance, darting his eyes on Nick with insistence, the other one responding with his own expression full of unspoken words and hidden meanings he couldn’t understand. He had to put an end to it before it got any worse. “Anyway guys no need to argue; I'm gonna cook something.”, he let out, clapping his hands, immediately getting all the attention. The next instant the two aliens were staring at him in shock and worry. “Oh… crap, I didn't realize you may not like the food from here.” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Can't be worse than what we had back on the ship.” huffed Lyam with a disgusted snarle, throwing a knowing gaze to Nick. “Oh yeah you still remember that?” chuckled Nick replied. “You bet… that was the worst time of my life.” Grunted the dragon, shaking his head as if trying to shake off a pesky fly. “Nevermind… I'm gonna … try to cook something simple and we shall see if you like it.” “Fine… we'll just sit here and chill.” Let out Lyam, licking his lips hungrily.

Dereck quickly slipped away in the tiny adjacent kitchen, relieved to put some distance between him and the two aliens, fumbling everywhere to put together a descent meal. There was definitely something odd with these two, something that made that whole situation all the more awkward and disturbing. That tension between these two totally opposed creatures was unusual and the source of it seemed buried deep, somewhere he didn't want to explore. However something else was bothering him ever since the two strangers had entered in his life, most of his concerns coming from Lyam. Beside his doubts regarding the veracity of Lyam's story he had been told, the dragon had rapidly begun to raise his suspicions. At first glance he had thought Lyam was simply a really open minded and straightforward person compared to that furless other alien but… it had turned out to be something else, something entirely different. While they were playing he had noticed Lyam acting weirdly, earning silent scolding from Nick who also seemed to keep a close eye on them. He had been watching the two strangers under his surveillance, more than enough to spot a few awkward behaviors. For instance Lyam had spent most of his time sprawled on the couch or leaning on it, his large scaly body exposed in plain view, not even attempting or bothering to hide anything. He had lost count of how many times he had caught a short but intense glance at some parts of a dragon anatomy he would have preferred to never see. A clear memory, like a rock dropped in the middle of a calm lake came back to him in full force, imposing itself to him until he could no longer ignore it. He could see himself turning his head to the side, looking for something just to be met with a sight to behold, discovering, standing in between the widely spread hindlegs of the dragon, a puffy, moistened slit, right above a large taut sack where he could distinguish the rounded, hefty nuts resting in their leathery pouch, accompanied by a sudden burst of a thick aroma, an intoxicating scent that filled every cubic centimeter of breathable air, a potent male stench showing the virility of its owner. His nostrils had helplessly flared when he took an involuntary whiff in the potent scent, the smell flooding his system. Instantly Lyam had started staring at him like he had been waiting for it all along, his eyes showing no hint of shame or embarrassment, where some other would have hid he instead took a more enticing stance with his hindquarter in full view, showing off like a model posing for naughty pictures, as if offering himself to whoever would watch, inviting them to gaze upon his body. Dereck had made a quick job of ignoring and trying to erase that odd instant, that perverted image of a dragon displaying himself willingly… for him. Yet he couldn't do anything for the thick animalistic musk filling his air, becoming increasingly strong with each minute spent near that beast. What was Lyam trying to do? Was he getting… excited, was the thrill of gaming and winning enticing more than he imagined or was he just teasing, trying to entice someone into a more naughty kind of games. He wouldn't have minded if the dragon had left to relieve his own tension, but instead he remained by his side. Did he think offending to admit his own lust, whatever was turning him on or was he trying something else? Still what he did like in that dragon was his obliviousness or disregard to common rules, he didn't show any embarrassment neither shame and when his friend threw him angry glances, silently ordering him to stop he simply and casually answered with a wry smile of his. Yet all these subtle look and disapproving frowns they exchanged behind his back, the many apologetic smiles from Nick were making him suspicious and doubtful, keeping him on edge; did he knew what Lyam was trying to achieve, was it… in some way bad or threatening to his safety?

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


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“Are you done playing you nasty game you lusty lizard!” hissed Nick in a low whisper, yanking Lyam by one of his horns, tugging on it until the dragon complied and met his gaze. “I don't see what you're talking about.” he chuckled, swiftly escaping Nick's grip. “Don't try to ply innocent with me Lyam we both know what you're trying to do and I won't let you drag him in your dirty little games Lyam.” Warned Nick, pulling the dragon’s snout back in his direction, staring deeply into those amber irises. “Unlike you he doesn't seem to mind getting teased a little bit… I'm even almost sure he enjoys it.” Only snorted Lyam in return. “What is wrong with you?! What do you have a cock in your god damn head?” “Do you really want to know.” he hissed, a paw slowly sneaking its way to his crotch where it started to rub his wet slit, parting the thick folds to reveal his glistening pinking inner flesh, his provoking gaze still homed straight at Nick, daring the man to stop him. “Lyam don't even dare to do that here.” “Or what?” he growled, dipping two claws in his overflowing slit. “You are so fucking gross.” He sighed tiredly. “I'm horny.” “Doesn't excuses everything idiot.” "You want to know what is wrong with me. Fine then.” hissed Lyam, removing his paw from his groin, his scales gleaming slightly, drenched in slimy fluids sticking to his palm. From the now gaping and loosened slit, Nick could see the tip of a red spire parting the thick folds, slowly poking out in the open. “I haven't had sex in a month or so.” Grumbled the dragon in held back frustration. “Which mean?” “That I'm horny as hell!” he let out, holding back to not scream out loud. “And…?” “And I am fucking pent up right now and I can barely hold it back.” Snorted the dragon, looking down at his own messy hindquarters. “Still you could have relieved yourself sooner; you had plenty of time in that one month.” “True but… between the unknown place and people and… and the worry I… I wasn’t really in the mood…. besides nothing can hope to match the intimacy and pleasure of mating… the contact of two bodies, the shared warmth and passion as some parts of us interlock in others… you see.” Cooed the dragon in delight. “No need to draw me a picture I understand.” gasped Nick, surprised by the way the dragon described the act while staring at him all along, “Sounds much nicer in your mouth.” he mumbled as a tent started forming in his pants.

Lyam chuckled slowly, cooing in delight as his claws dug in his slit again, forcing more fluids to ooze out. “Oh… oh yes…” he moaned, rubbing rapidly as the first inches of hard flesh appeared in the light as his other paw cupped his leathery sack, massaging his two nuts, gently tugging at the sack. “You seem to think I'm only a ravenous beast craving for a hard cock to stuff my ass but… although I appreciate rough pounding I love taking it more slowly and just… enjoying it all the same. Speaking of which I never went rough on you.” “You mean I never went rough on you.” rectified Nick. “Indeed.” “Weirdly I remember you begging me to breed you harder.” Added Nick, causing the dragon to squirm a little. “Details details… wait until I get on top of you.” “Who said I'd allow that.” “You didn't mind when I offered you.” “Yes but I never agreed to get my ass full of your meat.” “Oh really… well… I thought it would be normal to return the favor.” he purred, his snout finding a warm place to nudge in Nick’s neck. “You are gross Lyam you know that.” “Hehe… that's why you like me… I know how to tickle that naughty part of you… which button to press to turn you on…” he cooed, so close to his ear as his slippery tongue began lapping over his sensitive skin, triggering light shivers all over his tensed body. “You mean you know how to get my fist in your pretty face.” Snorted Nick in return, trying to resist the dragon’s advances and teases. “It's just a question of point of view.” “Oh please… no philosophy.” “I'm not in the mood for that anyway.” whispered Lyam, pressing his scaled frame closer to the human, “I'm more in a… naughty mood.” “That I had noticed.” “Come on… don't tell me you are not interested… you never did mind before.” “Start by pulling it out of your mad brain I never agreed to it, You dragged me in your little twisted games.” “It wasn't a smart move I admit… but it was the only way I found to tell you.” “You weren't smart enough to figure out a gentler way?” “No… I did try… but you weren't receptive. We… we had that conversation already didn’t we ” “I personally remember you being your usual self, horny and eager.” “Well… when we were in that cinema… watching that movie… well… I did try.” “You just asked me how I found you.” “It was… an attempt to tell you my feelings but… I… I didn't dare to go further… you looked so angry… and I was getting uncomfortable with it as well.” “You embarrassed!" laughed Nick, patting the dragon's head in amusement. “It happens… from time to time…” let out Lyam, sighing deeply, “And… when I tried later in your room with a more… straightforward approach you were still… so reluctant.” “So you took it the hard way.” “I know… I should have done it differently but… you didn't help either.” “Me! What have I done?” “You made me feel embarrassed… ashamed of myself even; so I… told myself screw it let's give it a try and… and you know what happened next… and how things turned out.” Muttered Lyam with a sense of embarrassment and guilt in his voice. “And you trapped me and had your fun with me.” “Yeah… like I told you… it wasn’t supposed to go the way it did… things just… went south very quickl… but in the end you loved it.” he protested, his sticky paw reaching Nick's crotch, wetting the thick fabric of his pants with his slick precum, “just like you love this instant. You can try to play tough and pretend all you want your body betrays you, I know you want it…” Nick couldn't hold the moan that escaped his mouth as the dragon squeezed his hardening member in his warm slick paw, his body pressed sideway against his clothes, his wet slit grinding against his leg, leaving trails of wetness behind, staining the fabric in deep with his virile musk. His reptilian neck somehow slithered around him, his snout resting heavily on his other shoulder, like he had tried to wrap himself around him, making his low purrs and coos vibrate through him. The new position was weird, odd, most of the dragon's heavy body pressing against him, forcing him in a more submissive position; it was almost like Lyam was trying to mount him, or at least to get on top of him. “What are you trying to do?” he groaned, feeling the skilled dragon’s paw grope and fondle his member through his jeans. “Getting comfortable…” he snickered, putting more weight on the straining human, as if trying to crush him.

‘Hmm hmm… excuse me…” called a voice coming from behind them. With relief Nick felt a heavy weight being removed from his back as Lyam yelped in surprise. He threw a quick grateful glance behind, discovering Dereck observing them, his puzzled look showing how much bizarre Nick and Lyam seemed to him. He didn't know what the meaning of their action was, what was the purpose of it? Was Lyam trying to hug his friend? Then why did he have a paw gripping nick's pants near where genital organs usually rested? Did they even have genitals there? Then… if Lyam was hugging… maybe playing with Nick why did he look so angry, uncomfortable and overall pissed off. Furthermore Lyam seemed terrified, as if he had just seen a ghost or a terrifying creature, with, deep in his yellow irises a hint of frustration, as if he had been interrupted in something. Even weirder he had his tail curled inward, covering the place where he saw that slit earlier, as if to cover himself for once. Then the realization hit him, were these two making out? Had the two been teasing each other, earlier and not him? Were these two planning on doing naughty things in his living room or in his home? The mere thought of it both disgusted him and aroused his curiosity, causing a slight pinkish hue to creep up over his cheeks. He couldn't deny that his two guests had been a source of fascination since they entered, both bothering and amusing him in equal measures, but the thought of this two unknown creatures going at it in his own home was a bit much for him. “What was that for?” let out Lyam, rolling back on his paws, careful to keep his private parts hidden from view. “Sorry… my intentions weren't to scare you; are you alright?” he apologized, abruptly coming back to reality. “I'm fine… I just almost had a heart attack… for the second time of the day but otherwise I'm perfectly fine.” “Glad to hear it.” “Anyway what do you want?” “I just wanted to inform you that dinner was ready if you'd like to eat something." “We are coming.” Cheerfully chirped Lyam in answer, a loud approving gurgle following his words. “I don’t know… I'm still a bit unsure about eating some alien food.” "Can't be worse than what we were served on the ship.” Observed Lyam, tossing Nick a knowing look. "Hehe… that's true.” chuckled Nick, getting up as well, giving Lyam's snout a gentle pat, even though the dragon seemed reluctant at first he eventually ground back in the palm caressing his scales. “It left quite an impression on you didn’t it?.” “Don’t remind me.” huffed Lyam, separating with a grimace as he recalled their journey through the ship’s waste treatment plant.

Dereck turned around and walked back to the kitchen, knowing that the two would soon join him around the table. As he walked away, his powerful ears picked the last words his two guests exchanged. “By the stars… it was one hell of a close call” whispered Lyam, relieved. “Lyam you are unbelievable.” What did they meant?


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

A minute or so later the three of them were sitting around a square metallic table, observing the content of plates disposed before them with some rather hesitant expression. The sight of a cloned dragon sitting on his butt on cold tile floor, an anthropomorphic wolf and a human sitting on uncomfortable chairs was rather fun to watch. In a complete silence they observed what had been cooked for them: a large portion of meat and a few vegetables, nothing much in appearance yet still appetizing. Nick prodded at the meat with his knife, finding it surprisingly consistent. “Hmmm… looks tasty.” growled Lyam, drooling over his plate, his flared nostrils taking in the bloody scent of meat. “I knew you would like it. Go on… take a bite.” Offered Dereck, showing the example by cutting a chunk of meat and eagerly eating it. “With pleasure.”

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

Soon after the meal was done and, to Nick and Lyam alike the meal had been tasty and overall good and they were now leaning back, digesting in silence. “I'm filled up.” let out Lyam, muffing a big burp. “With the amount you ate it's perfectly normal silly!” "I have to admit you seem to be a heavy eater. I never suspected a cloned creature could eat so much.” “Being a clone doesn't mean I cannot enjoy some food, I actually need quite a bit of it to sustain myself though I can survive without it for a good amount of time but I’d rather enjoy the moment and the food with you. I mean it would be rude of me to remain in my corner when we're so gently invited.” “Pfff… like I had the choice…” huffed Dereck. “But you have been doing wonderfully until now.” Greeted Lyam, his words transpiring honesty. “Well… now that we have eaten what do you wish to do?” Asked Dereck with a slightly forced smile although he was starting to feel very tired, his eyelids becoming quite heavy.

“Actually I'd really appreciate some sleep.” replied Nick, hiding a yawn behind a hand.” “I'd like to rest as well." approved Lyam, yawning in turn, exposing his razor-sharp fangs in the process. “Good, I'll show you your room then.” “Wait our room?!" Yelped Nick, noticing how delighted Lyam seemed by the news. “Well… as you can see my place is rather small and I don't have a lot of space to offer you so… you'll have to share a room. But if it's too much for you or if you’d want more privacy… I'll try to find a better solution.” “Don't bother with that it will do perfectly. Our friend Nick here keeps complaining for nothing!” replied Lyam, stopping Nick before he could open his mouth. “That settles it then… good night.” Said Dereck, leading him to one of the doors, opening it for them.

They entered in their room, as expected it was rather narrow and bare, a double bed, a few shelves, a wardrobe half hidden in the wall and a mattress lying on the floor with a blanket or two on top of it. “I just hope one of you won't mind sleeping on the floor, I’m really sorry but I can’t offer better than that.” “It will be fine I'll take it.” answered Lyam, hoping on the thick mattress, prodding for some time before lying flat on it. “Hmmm… comfy… and fluffy on top of that.” “Glad you like it. Good night then.” “Good night!” they answered together, the door shutting itself silently as Dereck left.

“Thought he would never leave.” exclaimed Lyam, not to loud to avoid being heard from outside the room, darting his devious gaze on Nick's body. “Yeah… though we wouldn't get any privacy.” Admitted Nick, relieved despite the fact that he was once again forced to share a room with the devious dragon. “Careful… they might be hidden cameras and micros.” chuckled Lyam, adopting a suspicious glare, analyzing every corner of wall. “Then use your superpowers and shut them down!” chuckled Nick. “You read my mind.” snickered Lyam, this devious grin spreading over his lips even further. “Now we are truly alone…” he purred, rolling on his back, squirming playfully on his blanket, grinding against his bed. “What are you doing?” grumbled Nick as he heard the characteristic noise of the dragon's thumping tail swaying and slapping the walls and floor. “Just getting comfy. It's a really nice bed… wanna give it a try?” “Only in you dream will I sleep with you again.” “No fun…” he sighed, remaining in his sprawled position, his tail swishing along the floor, his plump spheres and puffy moist slit in full display. “So… what do you think of our host?” asked Nick. “Cannot tell until I've seen all of him.” replied Lyam, swiftly dodging the question. “Why do I get the feeling there is a hidden meaning in that?” “Guess… when I say all… I mean all.” growled Lyam, a hint of anger transpiring in his deepening tone. “Can't you stop thinking about dicks for just a second?” “Admit it's bothering you as well.” “Not as much as you lizard brain!” "Stop calling me that!” hissed Lyam; baring his teeth menacingly. “Otherwise he seems to be a cool guy.” added Nick, not caring much as Lyam barked and hissed at his attention. “Indeed.” he rumbled, gritting his teeth as he tried to calm down, “But… I don't trust the rest of his kind.” “Why?” “Maybe because they tried to kill us!” hissed Lyam. Nick observed the dragon, his anger and suspicion were understandable, but there was something else, something he was still defensive about. Perhaps it was because the inhabitants of this planet identified him as a representative of disappeared specie. Anyway there was something odd going on. Or maybe it was just because he had made the touchy dragon angry. Whatever it was he ignored it, simply frowning and shrugging as he turned around and removed his vest. As the heavy cloth left his shoulder he felt a cold chill wash over his naked arms, letting him realize how cold the room actually was. Then, as he pulled his shirt up a muffed coo came to his ears, causing him to tense and shudder, a sensation of discomfort crawling over him, as if he was being spied on. In a flash he hat turned around and pulled his shirt back down, now facing the lying down dragon. Both froze as their gaze met, Nick's was full of anger and disbelief, Lyam's hazy and lusty as his claws were prodding at his tight slit, fluids oozing and bubbling at his opening whenever a sharp ivory appendage swiftly sank all the way in. “Lyam!” he roared, instantly getting all of the dragon's attention as his claws left his heated vent, strands of gooey liquids forming webs between his clawed digits. “What do you think you're doing?” “Well… you're offering me quite a show… I'm just enjoying it.” he purred, a fluid drenched paw reaching down for his sack, cupping the two swollen orbs, coating them in a slimy layer of musky lubricant as he groped them teasingly, causing a red tip to part the thick folds as it grew out of its hiding, stirred to life by the dragon's raging lust. “It just lacks music and a pole and it would be perfect.” He added with a low, lustful coo.

“I should have asked to change clothes in another room.” “Why hide? I have already seen you without your clothes… more than once actually.” Nick glared at the dragon but only got that playful and lusty gaze as his scaled paws caressed his half hard member, oblivious to nick's complains. “Come on… why don't you put up a little show… for me?” “Screw you Lyam…” he huffed, turning away from the horny dragon, trying his hardes to ignore his presence. “That's what I want you to do…” he purred, wiggling and waving excitedly. “Excuse me!” “You heard me perfectly Nick… you know what I want.” “You are so nasty.” “Yu mean horny.” “Whatever.” he huffed, pulling his shirt and tossing it away before removing his pants and slipping a hand in his underwear. “Oh yeah… pull them down already.” groaned a lustful voice coming from behind him, urging him to remove the last bits of clothes, the same ravenous, wanting gaze wandering around his back. “Can't you stop being a pest for once!” yelled Nick, throwing an annoyed glare at the dragon. Lyam seemed to not care anymore as he was now pawing off rapidly, keeping his cock hard and eager, pre constantly dribbling from his tip, making his ridged shaft glint in the dim light. “Start by removing that crap and let me stare at that booty of yours…” he groaned, massaging his needy shaft, maw agape, tongue lolling out on the side, his lust-addled gaze focused entirely on the human. Nick growled, gritting his teeth and swearing under his breath, having that lustful male staring at him was already embarrassing but if he was on top of that enjoying it, eagerly pawing off it was just creepy and he knew Lyam would pester him until he had obtained what he wanted. Still… he didn't have to comply he thought himself, a devious idea digging its way in his brain. Slowly he let go of the elastic waistband of the underwear squeezing his waist then headed toward the bed, teasingly wiggling his butt at the confused dragon. “Wait! Where are you going?” he gasped, speechless, his paw halting halfway down his length. “To bed silly.” “Wait you're not gonna sleep with these on?” he protested disappointedly. “Why not?” chuckled Nick, daringly looking at the frustrated dragon. “You wouldn't dare to keep those two precious jewels squeezed in these so tight clothes of yours.” he purred. Nick tensed, in one instant Lyam had sprung to his paws and had dashed behind him, now hot gusts of air from his nostrils were billowing over his naked skin as he stood behind him, a mere inch away, his deep purrs echoing in Nick's ear as his snout leaned over his shoulder. Feeling the bulky frame of the dragon so close to him, almost pressed against his back felt awkward as much as pleasurable, the warmth of his soft scales seeping beneath his skin making Nick's entire frame tingle with delight. “Look at them… don't you hear them cry out for freedom.” he whispered, a sneaky paw finding it’s way between his legs, fondling the human's sack through the fabric, letting the two spheres roll in his grasp. “So full… so heavy… let them free.” he added, his swift tongue sensually licking Nick's neck and chin. “Get off me Lyam…” he huffed, gritting his teeth to silence a moan, trying his hardest to resist the dragon’s advances and tantalizing touches.

As he tried to ignore the tickles these soft draconic paws created as they caressed his crotch Lyam only persisted in arousing him, his wandering paws massaging his flaccid shaft, slowly stirring it to life as it grew, forming a nice tent in his underwear. “Oh… I see someone is feeling a bit naughty.” he let out, that devious grin stretching across his face as he groped the bulge. After only a second Nick felt his legs give way under him, bliss weakening his muscles. “Don't resist… let me take care of that for you.” he purred nuzzling his shoulder as his paw stroked Nick's hardening member through his last piece of clothes remaining on his naked body. A gasp escaped his mouth as pre dribbled from his member wetting the fabric pressed firmly against it. “Oh… wetting your pants already.” Giggled Lyam, greatly enjoying the situation. “Go fuck yourself…” he grunted reluctantly, trying to fight back the lust slowly creeping over him, the intoxicating scent of the dragon invading his nose as his paws, those so skillful and soft paws continued teasing, him, stroking his hard shaft at a slow, tantalizing pace. “Actually… I'd rather enjoy you a bit longer.” he whispered, becoming more dominant than Nick was used to. Nick muffed a surprised gasp as the paw left his demanding member painfully pressed against his underwear, as if trying to breach through it, a wet patch growing on the thin fabric as more pre squirted out with each throb. “Oh… and look at that ass… I was right about it.” “About what?” moaned Nick, embarrassed but irresistibly excited by the dragon's teasing. “It's perfect… rounded… muscular but still plump… perfect for a breeding.” Cooed the dragon, resting a paw on Nick’s cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze, the clawed digits sowly tracing along the curves of his rear. “A… breeding…” gasped Nick, trying to piece together what the dragon was saying, his mind becoming unfocused, confused, clouded by the growing lust the dragon seemed to have awaken inside him. The dragon's ministration had him lowering his guards against his will, his head full of lust-addled thoughts as he was teased and dominated by the quite skilled dragon, his caresses and his honeyed words only fueling the raging fire burning inside him. Nothing was making any sense anymore; the only thing that mattered was the aching living thing squirting in his underwear, dampening the already soaked and stretched to the cracking point fabric. “Yes… you'll make an excellent fit for my cock.” “Your… your cock…” he mumbled, slowly understanding what Lyam meant. “Oh yes… you'll do nicely.” he chuckled deviously, rising on his hind paws, exposing his fully hard and throbbing, glistening shaft lined with thick flared ridges. Nick flinched; sharpened claws landing on his shoulders, latching to him as they pierced the skin, the jolt of pain they caused making him wince in pain, his wobbly legs barely holding with the added weight of an eager dragon. Before he could realize what was going on or protest in any way something wet came poking at his butt, bouncing and rubbing against his cheeks like it was trying to hump them, smearing something hot and smelly on his already ruined clothes. “I'm pretty sure you'll moan when I'll stab your little hole with my pole… maybe you'll even beg for more.” he growled dominantly, putting more weight on top of Nick.

Nick grunted, bending under the heavy male trying to dominate him, Lyam's snout getting very close to his head, so close their cheeks were brushing together, triggering light shudder from the surprising affection. Afraid of tripping and falling to the ground Nick tried his best to stay up, doing large gestures with his arms and hands to keep a certain balance, hoping to find something to steady himself, resulting in one of his palm slamming right on Lyam's snout. The dragon squeaked loudly in surprise, letting go of him before falling backward in a pile of paws and tail. “What was that for?” he grumbled, rolling to his paws, confused and visibly frustrated to have been stopped yet again. “Don't you dare to do that again." growled Nick, his teeth still gritted, fists clenched tightly in an attempt to hold it together and recover some of his composure. His needy shaft was still throbbing in the tight confine of his underwear, dripping steadily, soaking the fabric with his scent and his pre. He could hear the dragon sniffing, taking deep whiffs of his own musky scent, looking aroused by it, a glint of pride shining at the corner of his eyes. Nick grimaced in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, trying to not show how much Lyam’s treatment had affected him as a hand sneaked behind, caressing the fabric, finding it warm, wet, and very sticky. Great mow it was soiled there as well soaked in sticky draconic fluids. Wonderful… now he had no choice but to pull them off if he didn’t want to sleep in the dragon’s mess. Yet, as his fingers grabbed the elastic waistband, tugging slightly as he exposed a few inches of skin he froze, feeling the dragon's gaze fixated to his back again, awaiting for him to take that last step and undress himself fully. He darted his eyes in his direction, discovering Lyam warmly blushing, his black scaled cheeks turned a deep red. For the first time he looked, somewhat ashamed, avoiding eye contact only peaking quick sneaky glances at the whitish portion of skin. Nick quickly pulled it back up, covering his private parts. “You know… you could have undressed… I promise to not stare.” Mumbled Lyam in an embarrassed and saddened tone, keeping his snout down to not stare at the human. “Like I would trust you on that.” “You think I need to see you without your clothes to imagine you naked?” he chuckled, grinning deviously as his imagination was probably going wild judging by the goofy look on his face, “I have plenty of vivid memories of you for that. What I meant is… it… might not feel comfortable sleeping in wet clothes.” “True but I won't do you this favor.” “As you wish.” sighed Lyam, walking in the other direction. “Eh… Nick…” he called, staring at the wall while Nick slipped under the blanket. “Ye…” “Tell me… be honest with me… have I gone too far?” he asked with concern, his eyes observing his claws as they nervously racked along the floor. Nick took his time to answer, choosing his word with caution. “Since the day you entered my life you went too far.” “You mean… when I…” “No… the day we actually met you were already trying to tease me.” “With obvious results.” he sniggered. “You were already getting under my skin back then.”

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

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

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

Surprisingly sleep took him right on the spot, as muffed moans filled the silence, along with a steady panting breath acting as a strange but very efficient lullaby.


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Dereck was lying on his bed, lost in his thoughts, finally able to unwind. This day had reached the pinnacle of weirdness; his two guests had been full of surprises and new curiosities. The one that was truly disturbing was Lyam, to be fair there were two intriguing creatures but that clone was a constant source of wonders and questions, an unknown thing not even done revealing all its little secrets. Lyam had been cheerful and kind all along, more open than his alien counterpart, more eager to talk and laugh, but under that first inviting layer he had discovered another side of him, a side he wasn't too keen on exploring any further than needed. Slowly, his originally amusing and softening behavior had taken another meaning, a meaning that made his fur rise in a chill of anxiety. That sight he caught while they were playing video games, which, to be honest wasn’t something he expected to do with aliens; that devious elusive grin, this insisting burning gaze always on his back. Maybe he was getting paranoid for nothing but he couldn't get it out of his head. Lyam was definitely a disturbing creature, but even if he looked smart and cunning, under that playful gaze what made him feel antsy was the sensation of being trapped like a mice in a labyrinth. That feeling was even more disturbing when he was in his own house, a place where he usually was in charge, where he was safe, in control. He clenched his fists, his claws tickling his pads as he recalled the dragon’s constant odd behaviors and intense gaze that seemed to hide much more than he would admit. Lyam truly had him nervous now but why was he feeling so defiant? Was it these wicked smiles, these teasing body motions, that enticing tangy scent that made his nose twitch? Or was it that persistent feeling of being manipulated, led somewhere against his will, stuck in an evil story unfolding before him when he was only a part of the plot. This disturbing, heart squeezing feeling was further increased by a detail; the more he thought about it the more he felt like the other one was more reliable than that tricky clone.

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

And now… on top of that another bizarre fact was happening. He had filled their room with micros and cameras to keep a constant eye on them as requested in his mission orders. He had thoroughly checked each and every device one by one and they all worked perfectly fine, but now that they had entered in the room everything had decided on its own to stop functioning, the screens going all blurry and microphones only sending crackling noises. For some weird reason they were all disturbed by something, as if they had instantly been fried or just blocked by something. Intrigued and bothered by this unexpected problem he picked the tablet he had left next to his bed, hoping that the system would have resumed working by now. As a claw slid across the screen he cringed, his hopes melting away as he was met with the same message he had been receiving for the past last ten minutes. “Connection lost…”

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

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


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Several hours later


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

Nick raised a curious eyebrow, although it couldn't be seen in the dark. What die Lyam do this time? He pushed the switch up, basking the room in an amber glow. “So why did you wake me up f…” he froze, jaws dropping as he discovered a scene as gross as it was hilarious. Lyam was lying on his back, tail curled following an unusual angle, limbs resting on either side, clenching on the bedsheet and of course a red monster of a cock exposed like a piece of meaty art in the light, smothered in his slimy shiny coat of pre, ivory snakes slowly slithering down the pulsing pole. It was obvious Lyam had experienced a powerful orgasm; all the evidences were displayed there. If it was not for the potent scent of fertile seed the white lines covering his belly were an easy guess of what had just happened. What was amusing was the dragon's face, drenched in white that dripped along his neck. His gaze was filled with guilt and embarrassment and under that white mask he was probably blushing profusely. “My goodness…” gasped Nick, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his growing smile. “You promised to not laugh.” Squawked Lyam, turning his messy face away. “By the stars what happened?” mumbled Nick, biting his lower lips to not just burst out into laughter. “I… I came hard…” admitted Lyam, his blush now easy to spot on the few clear bits of his scales, “that's what happens when I'm pent up… and when I keep myself on edge for long. For like… an entire evening let's say.” “Don't try to pretend you've been pleasuring yourself ever since we went to bed.” “You've busted me…” he sighed, bowing his snout down, “Still… it feels so good to edge for a while but… I didn't expect to cum so hard.” “And why did you have to wake me up?” growled Nick, admitting honestly that he was impressed by the fact Lyam didn't make a noise while he climaxed. “Well… as you can see right now… I've done quite a mess… and I'd appreciate your help in cleaning it up… also I'm as you can probably see… a tiny bit eager…” “But don't count on me to help you with that.” “It's not what I meant.” pleaded Lyam, protesting in a weak plea, “I meant that there will be more mess to clean up.” “Seriously…” Lyam responded with his usual wry smile. “Fine… just give me a sec to find something to clean your mess.” he grumbled, getting up and opening a cupboard that was right next to the bed. Luckily in a minute or so he had found what he was looking for, a thick fluffy absorbing towel. “Perfect… but I'll leave you to explain why one of our host's towels is already dirty… and quite sticky.” “Don't worry… I'll take care of that.” the dragon whispered, avoiding Nick's gaze. “Well then let's care of that mess shall we.” said Nick, crouching low, rubbing the towel over Lyam's face, listening to the dragon's delighted coos as he wiped away the sticky mess.

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

“Wow… sensitive are we?” “You bet… you have no idea.” he huffed, gritting his teeth as if to not let another noise slip out. Nick reaffirmed his grip on the thick tail. “No… please don't… it… it hurts…” he whimpered, begging unlike Nick had ever heard him before. “I've been pleasuring myself for… a few hours I'd say and…  I'm kinda sore… and really overstimulated so… please don't do that. If you want to do anything with this tail help me remove it.” “Fine… but you owe me one for drenching my face in cum.” “Oh… bring your handsome face there and I'll lap it clean cutie.” he invitingly purred, giving Nick's butt a gentle pat through his underwear. “You're so gross.” “There's… nothing dirty in my proposal… I meant every word… I'd gladly do that…” "Even worse.” Sighed Nick as he watched Lyam's tail escape his quivering hole with a loud pop. To be fair he was impressed by the amount of that thick scaly appendage he had managed to stuff in his rear, now leaving his hole gapping and clenching on emptiness, a part of him wishing he would be able to pry him open like that. “Good… now onto the cleaning part.” “A part where I hope to not get any wetter.” snorted Nick. Lyam remained silent, holding almost perfectly still, only watching as the human turned around. After a few minutes of getting his face rubbed by soft the material Lyam’s muzzle was free of any trace of seed, it would be perfect if not for the tangy scent that always stuck around for a few days. On the other end the towel was a mess, drenched in sticky seed. “I'll let you explain why it's dirty when no one took a shower.” Let out Nick as he continued down on the dragon’s belly, making sure to stir clear of his neither regions.

Lyam once again remained quiet, simply observing Nick with a look of gratefulness. just enjoying the instant and the attention. After a while, as Nick was nearly done cleaning the pristine scales Lyam’s forepaws came resting on his flanks, clutching him tightly yet with a surprising caution. “Hey what are you trying to do?” “Just filling my end of the bargain.” he replied slyly, forcing Nick to lie on top of him, his soft skin coming in contact with his scales causing him to shudder uncontrollably, making his body feel all tingly and weird. Nick's puzzled expression was a rare pleasure for his eyes to gaze upon as he expectantly looked up at the dragon. “Relax and let me clean that pretty face of yours.” he purred, poking Nick's cheek with a claw; scraping a bit of his still warm semen. Without further ado he let his tongue slide out of his mouth, the agile appendage lapping swiftly and gently, gathering all the seed in sensual strokes, only leaving trails of slimy wetness behind. At first Nick was a bit reluctant, uncomfortable with the idea of the dragon taking care of the cleaning, however his apprehension soon vanished along with the seed covering his face, leaving only a surprisingly soothing warmth and an affection he had never expected in the dragon that held him close. It felt weird for Lyam to taste himself upon someone else's body but he was enjoying it all the same. Above all he loved the sensation of closeness and intimacy, the human's muscular frame rocking with his, shivering in his grasp, or was he shuddering? Lyam couldn't tell the difference and honestly; he didn't care the slightest, he enjoyed that feeling, savoring the new warmth it brought to his heart, a sensation he got only so few times before.

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

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

As a bruising sound of sheets coming from his left indicated Nick had taken back his place in the bed Lyam threw a glance in that same direction. What a mistake, instantly his face felt like melting, burning red as his gaze fell on the lying, almost naked human, his heartrate speeding up even more. “You're sure you are alright?” asked Nick, glancing suspiciously at the dragon. “Yeah… I'm… I'm ok.” he mumbled, trembling uncontrollably, trying his best to ignore that feeling. He lied on his back, trying to breathe slowly, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his body and appease the turmoil taking place in his brain. Yet even that didn’t seem enough to bring peace to his thoughts, the mere moment he closed his eyelids was to see an image, a memory materialize behind them, a very vivid and alluring one at that.

A gasp escaped his mouth, a sudden surge of pleasure washing over his body, his half hard member throbbing back to life, aching to be pleasured again. Was that it? Simple lust? Or just his usual horniness kicking in? No… it wasn't that… it was far different from what he knew of himself. Yet if pleasure could settle that raging storm of unknown emotions then he should oblige to his body's demands. But what could he possibly do? He was tired of relentlessly pleasuring himself, he wanted something better, he craved for another's touch, to feel something in his gaping vent opening him wide, giving him the bliss he desired so much, a sensation of fulfillment that no touch, no tongue, no tail as skilled as they could possibly be couldn't bring him; a sensation he had only experienced one time and had craved to feel again ever since.

He gazed at the human, pondering if he should close that forbidden gap between them and risk triggering the man's wrath or just wait until that new hurricane passed. How could he get this sweet relief without getting himself into more troubles? He thought for a while, watching over Nick as he tried to find a comfy spot to sleep until an idea popped in his mind. A devious smirk twitched his lips. “Actually… I think we're not done yet.” he purred, rolling on his paws, looking down at the man next to him with a ravenous look in his eyes. Nick tensed, knowing all too well what the dragon was up to, his body and brain going into full on alert mode. However, before he could move a single muscle the dragon had jumped on top of him, front paws latching onto his arms while his hind paws held his legs in place, pinning him down with ease. “Come on don't tell me you're still horny.” “You don't know me.” he purred, staring at Nick intensely… with such intensity it felt uncomfortable. There was something in these golden eyes shimmering like two precious gems that made him feel awkward, like that gaze meant something in all points opposite to what he just said; like these two gleaming spheres told another truth, something he had been fearing but knew deep inside was real; just there, hidden deep beneath. He couldn't get to turn his eyes away, mesmerized by the puzzling look on the dragon's face, finding himself even willingly staring into those magnificent amber irises, his body not trying to resist or to push back the dragon. Yet in the meantime a potent scent came to his nose, telling a completely different story. He had smelled that tangy perfume so many times ever since he had met Lyam that he had no trouble recognizing it… he could have identified it in a thousand of other odors. Slowly, ever so slowly he managed to withdraw his eyes from the handsome dragon's face, lowering his gaze, tracing along the dragon's neck, coming to a brief stop on the dragon's muscular chest, watching it rise and fall at a slow pace, listening closely to Lyam’s steady breathing, which was the only perceptible sound in the room. He gulped down heavily, knowing what sight awaited him if he dared to look down. Still… was he ready to accept, to admit to himself he appreciated the ever lusty yet adorable, teasing yet handsome, clever but tricky dragon more than he would admit; more than just a friend.

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

Nick smiled, pinching the elastic band and teasingly stripping himself of his last piece of cloth, waving his hips a little as the tight underwear began slowly lowering, unveiling the top of his crotch. “Wait!” abruptly yelped Lyam, holding one hand with a paw, Nick's bones on the verge of breaking under the immense amount of pressure, “Actually… I'd love if you… let me do that for you.” Nick's eyebrows rose in surprise; his friend offering this was unusual; another odd thing to add to the lengthening list. “If you insist.” mumbled Nick, offering himself to view. “Really… I… I can?” gasped a surprised and joyful Lyam, his paws trembling in disbelief. “You're the one asking.” Chuckled Nick, offering himself fully. “But… do you allow me…” let out Lyam, still unsure for a reason, as if afraid to take that very last step. “Yes silly.”

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

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

In a split second Lyam was upon him yet again, his claws directed toward his groin, his jaws parting to let his hungry tongue out, the swift appendage lapping over his lips impatiently. Nick closed his eyes, feeling the hot dragon breath billow over his body, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine as he felt the ivory claw tips hooking to his underwear. He braced himself, expecting to have them torn apart by the eager dragon, yet Lyam proved once again to be someone full of surprises as his claws tugged at the fabric, dragging it down slowly, exposing inch after inch of skin. Nick stared stunned as the dragon undressed him with caution, meticulous in his task, his eyes glued to the elastic waistband, his breathing slow and short as if he was doing something that required utmost care and precision. At last his hard member popped free of its prison, swaying and pulsing in the open, a rivulet of pre running down the exposed length. “Marvelous…" whispered Lyam, his eyes blazing with desire, his snout coming closer, inch by inch as his paws tightened around the thick fabric he kept pulling down more and more until the boxers was hanging in between his paws. Without a look for them he threw the piece of cloth away, the black piece of fabric disappearing outside of Nick’s field of view. “You're much better without them.” he groaned, observing as Nick's gender was revealed to him. “Like what you see?" he chuckled, using Lyam's favorite formula. “Hehe… bastard… knew you had it in you.” “Shut up…” he huffed, playfully pouncing Lyam's snout, “Anyway… what was all of that for?” “I think… it's time I repay my debt to you.” Whispered the dragon, his snout coming face to face with Nick. “And in what wicked possible way does it involve undressing me?” he questioned, more to upset the dragon a bit more than by real interest. He knew deep within a gap had been bridged, one to which there was no turning back, one he had been wandering around for too long when the way was already traced, a road he couldn't avoid taking but on which he spent a long time roaming. His weird dreams, his lurking desires kicking in, triggered by that all too eager and arousing drake, all of which seemed to lead him in that direction, to that very moment and this time he was ready, ready ad willing to do it.

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

Speaking of which he felt a familiar pressure building up in his loins as his balls throbbed with pent up lust about to be released. Just watching had him incredibly horny, edging toward climax as he cooed in delight without having even being touched once. He knew the right touch at the most pleasurable spot would certainly make him spill seed like a fountain but it wasn’t what he was aiming for, he wanted what was to come to last forever. Without further ado he let a paw slip underneath Nick's sack, cupping it in between his claws, the human teasing beneath him, afraid by the contact of sharp claws against his weak, sensitive skin. “Relax… I'm not gonna rip them from you.” he moaned, burying his snout in the taut sack, taking deep inhales of the potent human musk. The odor was much unlike his, salted, tangy, thick, manly, a single whiff making his head spin. He loved it, wanting to capture that smell in his nose and mind forever, now… he only lacked the taste. Cautiously he let his tongue slide out, unsure as he dabbed at the hairy sack, probing the taut surface with his swift appendage. Nick shuddered, the hot tongue caressing his balls in an unexpectedly sensual way, sending tingles of pleasure through his crotch, spreading throughout his entire frame, causing his penis to surge and bob in need. He didn't expect to be so sensitive down there as the eager dragon lapped at his balls, holding his two orbs in a gentle grasp, rolling them slowly as he coated his skin in his warm saliva, nibbling on the hairs there like they were pestering him. Nick moaned, shuddering in unimaginable bliss, leaning back and watching as the slippery appendage dragged over his sack, taking it’s sweet time exploring, discovering, trying out new things. He expected Lyam would have gone straight for his ass the moment he had stripped him naked and pound him senseless as he had seemed so keen on doing earlier, and that’s what he still thought when staring at that beast of a cock aimed at him, instead he went for his cock, providing him insane amounts of pleasure. But was Lyam even interested in fucking him? He had always seen him as a bottom type of guy and he had pretty much kept giving that impression, showing off his butt, shoving big things in it; his tail mostly; and begging to be bred. Yet he knew from experience that Lyam was someone full of surprise and that the unexpected was the most likely to happen with him. Still he thought he would have opted for a quick easy breeding or impale himself on his cock to relieve his needs, nor did he expect to be pleasured in such a way, teased to the point of losing his sanity, buried under a mind-blowing lust. The tongue swirled and lapped his sack, cradling one nut after the other into his mouth, soft lips wrapping around his sphere, suckling on it lewdly before letting go and repeating the same cycle. This treatment kept going on for several minutes, Lyam switching between suckling his orbs like candies to smothering his testicles in saliva. Nick was laying back, hands clenched on the bed below, moaning to the ceiling as the dragon worked him up, slowly climbing up, keeping his snout close to his skin, nostrils flared to take as much as he could of his scent.

Before he knew it Lyam had started licking his member, going from the very base, slithering along his length, collecting the few drops of pre that fell down until it reached his tip where it feasted on the pre that had collected there, purring delightfully. “Wow… you're… really good at this…” groaned a panting Nick, clutching the bedsheets in his hands as Lyam kept licking hungrily, his tongue coiling around his shaft, stroking it at a tantalizingly slow pace. Lyam smiled, drooling over the gorgeous shimmering shaft now covered in his fluids. As he reached the head he felt Nick tense and shudder, groaning out loud as Lyam found a pleasurable spot, pre shooting from the needy member, splashing hot liquid on his snout. His broad tongue pressed against the tip, enveloping his shaft in a warm and sloppy embrace, squeezing it gently, forcing more pre to ooze out for his greedy appendage to feast on. As the salty liquid went down his throat a shudder ran down his spine, the flavor of the human’s fluids, the manly scent that waffled at his nostrils awaking, fueling a buried desire, a ravenous crave that yearned to be quenched, he had to have more of this, he had to have it all. His tongue lashed out of his maw, tightening it’s coils around the penis, squeezing it forcefully, milking the human for all his delicious pre, his lustful mind wondering how he could have spent so much time without this delicious flavor and how he could have missed when he had the chance all that time ago. Nick huffed, moaning loudly, his member stimulated in ways it had never been before, that skilled tongue doing things he had never experienced, coaxing all the pre and pleasure out of him, a burning need coursing through his veins as he looked down to keep an eye on the dragon, not wanting to miss a single instant of that mind-blowing moment. Lyam was like hypnotized, staring intensely at the member as it oozed precum, his tongue slathering the length in saliva as it stroked the shaft at a moderate pace, his brain overwhelmed with lust, incapable of forming coherent, clear thoughts. With the dexterous appendage wrapped around the thick pulsing shaft he decided to take things one step further. Although Nick loved the affection given to his hard member he feared that instant as Lyam pointed his penis toward his maws, toward that forest of sharpened fangs made to tear through flesh and bones alike. “I'm not too sure about that.” he gasped, incapable of moving just a finger. Lyam gave no weight to his concern, instead crossing his gaze with an expression that said “relax… I know what I'm doing”. Yet Nick couldn't stop panicking, shivering uncontrollably as his pride was guided in by that soft tongue, hot air blasting over his stiff aching cock as his length vanished in the dragon’s wet maw. A loud moan burst from his mouth as an intense searing heat enveloped his member, his hips bucking upward, pushing more of his shaft in the wet maw, his length sliding on the slick tongue that seemed to curl around his shaft, forming a small path for him to thrust in as pre rapidly squirted from his tip, quickly swallowed by the hungry dragon. Soon he noticed a pressure around the base of his dick, forming a tight seal around his girth, Lyam's fangs holding onto his member but between them and the soft foreskin something was forming a soft supple barrier. It took time for Nick to realize that Lyam had his lips pulled over his fangs to protect him from harm. Apparently it wasn't his first time doing this.

His hands latched onto his snout, holding him still as the dragon gently suckled, his agile tongue stroking, rubbing and massaging his member at a steady pace. He didn't know which one was the most turned on between the two of them, both sporting huge boner jutting between their legs but one of them hadn't received any attention yet. It was easy to see how eager Lyam was, his own dick throbbing powerfully, spewing viscous pre on his belly and on the bed below, some landing on Nick’s legs. Perhaps the dragon could use a little reward for all the pleasure he was giving him. He came to a sitting position, ignoring Lyam's muffed protests as he had to adjust his stance to keep his mouth on the cock, the dragon’s gaze going up, scrutinizing him, trying to figure out what the human was up to. Nick reached forward, his hands sneaking below the dragon's belly, trailing along his sensitive scales, following the curves of his body, stopping to fondle his soft hide until his fingertips made contact with the slickened shaft. Instantly Lyam whined in surprise, freezing as his eyes bulged wide open, his tongue stopping at that very moment, letting pre pool in his mouth as he tried with all his might to shove Nick back to his original position. This reaction was awkward coming from that always eager creature but Nick didn't give up one bi, pushing back against, resisting the dragon’s attempt ; one of his hand leaving the arching cock, instead pressing down on Lyam's skull, forcing his snout down, giving him no choice but to swallow more of the human member. The dragon weakly protested, mumbling words around the cock stuffed in his mouth but gave no other complains and eagerly went back to work, suckling and lapping at the exposed cock, guzzling the salted pre that came out; assuming Nick wanted a more dominant position. With his free hand he went back on the shaft, rubbing the sensitive tip, letting the warm pre coat his fingers in a thin layer of thick fluids, smearing it over his length, his hand tracing down the thick turgid maleness, rubbing the sensitive ridges on its way before coming back to the spewing tip. Lyam moaned, his cries muffled by the cock buried in his mouth, still greedily slurping and sucking, increasing his pace like a sign of his gratitude.

Nick waited, eyes half-closed, groaning in delight, enjoying the feeling of that warm inviting maw suckling his member, making loud wet noises in the process while one of his fingers was tracing little circles around the tip of the dragon’s cock, feeling every throb, every flex, every twitch, responding to the attention it was given. Gently he wrapped his finger around the tip, slowly going down, applying pressure on the ridges until he was stopped all the way down by the inflated knot. Lyam groaned louder, bucking his hips in Nick' grip, slamming his knot against his fingers, stuffing his dick in the tight tunnel of the human’s soft hand. The dragon replied to the unexpected but welcome treatment by taking more of Nick's rod in his mouth, going down until he bumped against Nick's crotch. Nick groaned, leaning over the drake as he was swiftly and skillfully suckled, the prehensile tongue bringing more pleasure to his already numb brain than anything before it. Nick, after a few long, slow strokes moved his hand away, teasing the sensitive ridges, feeling the shaft throb and twitch, more pre streaming down the needy length begging for his attention. The pressure on his member increased as the dragon squeezed it in the coils of his tongue, synchronizing his motions with Nick’s heartbeats, draining more fluids he ravenously devoured. Being buried all the way in that warm, velvety maw was utterly amazing as that tongue slathered his member in his heated spit, offering him so much pleasure that he was getting overwhelming, making it hard to resist the urge to fuck that sloppy cavity. Nick was panting, patting the dragon's head, keeping it firmly pressed on his crotch while he grabbed the foot long, thick shaft and resumed stroking it, earning lustful moans from the dragon. Pre coated his fingers as he went up and down the shaft, smearing more pre on the pulsing penis, playing with the sensitive ridges and even squeezing the knot, feeling it flex and twitch in response to his every touches and caress, forcing more of that slick, musky pre out and on the bed below. Slowly, as Nick’s pressure on his head diminished, Lyam started bobbing his head up and down on the shaft, suckling lewdly on the foreskin, his tongue rubbing and lapping over the sensitive head and shaft, wiping away every drop of pre that came out. Moments later the pace sped up without the two speaking a single word, Nick rapidly stroking the needy member, aiming it up as more pre squirted out, splattering his belly as the dragon rapidly pumped the shaft in and out of his warm maw, drawing out all that Nick had to give while one of his paws had moved underneath his sack, fondling his two heavy nuts. A delightful pressure was building up inside both their loins, their cock stiffening and bloating as their balls began pulsing, seed threatening to erupt from at any moment. The clear mess staining Nick's hand became thicker, muskier, and gooier as leaking seed mixed with the dripping mess escaping from the dragon's swollen member, giving him a clear sign of how close the dragon was.

Meanwhile Lyam got his first taste of the human seed; so rich, so potent, so sticky… how could he have been living so long without it. He loved it, he had to have it; he craved for it as he relentlessly bobbed his head up and down the shaft, eagerly welcoming whatever came out in his throat. Soon both were panting raggedly, pleasure flooding their system as their orgasm neared; both of them ready for that explosion of semen. Lyam was the first to break loose, thrusting one last time in the sleeve formed by Nick's hand, slamming his knot against the human’s fingers, rumbling deeply with the dick buried all the way in his mouth as his mighty cock throbbed, cum pouring out of the shaft; the first spurt landing on the bed, forming a large white puddle on the mattress. Nick let the seed spurt freely, aiming the cock in different direction as Lyam moaned, hungrily lapping the penis in his mouth, trying his best to coax the human's climax as bliss submerged his own brain, his muscles weakening as the tide of orgasmic pleasure washed over him. Finally, after a delightfully long minute of constant stimulation by the relentless creature Nick came, tipping over the edge after one particularly strong squeeze of the dragon’s tongue, letting go of the still oozing shaft to hold to the dragon's skull instead as he unloaded in his mouth, string after string of seed coating his tongue, a substance he happily welcomed and eagerly swallowed. “Oh boy… you're really good at it…” moaned Nick, leaning on the dragon's back as he basked in the afterglow, feeling Lyam continuing to suck on his shaft, drawing out the last drops of cum from him. “What did you expect, you're not the first one I suck…” he chuckled as he let go of the now soaked shaft, his tongue swiftly licking his lips, getting rid of the few drops that had managed to escape his mouth. “Still you do wonderful blowjobs…  I might put that mouth to use some more.” Let out Nick, his body still quaking with the might of his orgasm. “As much as you want… your semen taste so sweet I could drink buckets of it.” Purred Lyam, licking his lips eagerly, eying the human’s groin. “Lusty drake." he giggled, patting the dragon's head, earning low coos in return. “Could you lie back again please?” requested Lyam after some time to collect himself. “Sure, was gonna take a little nap anyway.” “Don't you dare fall asleep, we aren't done yet.” Growled the dragon.  “Seriously! Do you ever stop being horny?” “I'll let you find out.”

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

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

Lyam was gyrating his hips, guiding the member penetrating his passage into sensitive spots of his; groaning as he was mated, his hole clenching and undulating around Nick, rubbing his shaft from everywhere at the same time. His cock had grown back to full mast, spewing pre in the tight space between their two cuddling bodies. That change of pace felt wonderful, a welcomed change from his previous experiment which had only been meant to bring him pleasure and relief, just a quick senseless breeding only meant to bring him to a much needed climax. But today it was different, there was no rush, he could enjoy and make sure his partner did as well and to be honest he adored that perspective. They went on for a while, going slowly, caressing each other in the process, exploring the other in ways they had never done before, discovering places where the other liked to be touched, their respective plethora of moans and groans echoing I the room, intertwining in a delightful melody.

After a while Nick felt something grab his wrist, pulling one of his hands away from the scales before the paw found his own palm, pressing against it, clawed digits tangling with his fingers as the dragon held him like this. That contact was disturbing but Nick didn't do a thing about it, too busy bucking his hips, thrusting faster in Lyam's rump, his whole member vanishing in the puckered hole, drawn in by the powerful muscles; Nick's gushing pre making sure to smoothen each penetration  as he increased his pace, listening to  the dragon's pleasured growls as he bred him. This position didn't allow for powerful thrusts but he had more than enough room to fill the drake to the brim, going ball deep inside the stretchy hole, his sack slapping noisily against the soft scaly rump. Lyam was truthfully in bliss, panting, pushing back in Nick's thrusts, grinding his own member against the human's smooth skin, spilling great amount of pre on Nicks belly, easing each motion as he was humped by his friend. “Oh yes… oh… keep *moan* keep going… I'm close.” “I'm too…. big guy.” he groaned, slamming forcefully in Lyam's tailhole. The dragon's eyes rolled back, the human member, despite having no ridges, hitting all sorts of pleasurable spot, one of which made him spurt more pre than ever. The pressure welled up in their ball as their second climax neared, their members throbbing and twitching, lust driving them as bliss filled their brain with a simple urge, a simple desire, cum;  cum until the other was filled.

Lyam responded to Nick's forceful pushes, rocking back every time he was penetrated,  shoving that juicy cock as deep as he could in his guts, his muscles wrapping and massaging that sweet shaft, keeping it nestled snugly inside him as his own pulsed rapidly; edging closer to that delightful instant of relief. “Oh yes… faster…” he groaned, nuzzling the human under him, closing his eyes as pleasure overwhelmed his weakening brain, his entire system crashing as the act of mating seemed to trigger fatal errors everywhere. Nike complied, grabbing the dragon's haunches as he humped faster in his tightening rear, loving the tight embrace of those constricting muscles. “Harder!” he squealed, arching his neck up to let out a loud moan, glaring down at the human in a mix of lust and dominance. “Deeper!” he yelled, his claws tearing the bedsheets as a tide of pleasure wiped away the remaining strings of rationality as he gave into raw wild pleasure of mating. A deep rumble built up in his throat as he tipped over the edge, ready to release at any moment, only needing a bit more to reach his climax. Nick was afraid to say the least; he feared the awful thought that the dragon had gone back to his crudest instinct driven state, a mere animal, a wild beast. Nevertheless Nick plowed in the clenching vent, feeling his own orgasm coming at a mind-blowing speed, his body and mind overcome with one desire, cum, cumming and filling that tight hole with all he had. Tightening his grip he slammed in one last time, squashing his groin and balls against the dragon’s rump, moaning loudly as his cock throbbed, jumping in the tight convulsing passage, spurting seed deep in the muscular hole, painting the walls in white as he came. His grip on reality as well as on the dragon faded as he fell back, submerged by successive tides of climactic bliss. Yet, a split second later a loud mighty roar like he had heard so few of shook the room, his body and the walls alike, traversed by a chill of fear. Above him Lyam had his neck craned back; his jaws wide open on these rows of sharp fangs as this sound escaped from the gaping hole. He didn't expect Lyam to be of producing such noise, a noise that had him shilling in both fear and respect. Yet again, it was only a warning as scalding hot seed erupted from his bloated cock, warm cum splattering the human belly and chest, the first spurt so powerful that even his face was hit, coated in a layer of white draconic essence that he found himself licking unknowingly.

The dragoon moaned loudly, almost howling as he broke loose, jets after jets of seed leaving white lines on Nick's belly, more being pumped out at a ruthless pace, his balls emptying their content on the soft pinkish skin. Meanwhile, to his own surprise Nick found himself still cumming, Lyam’s tailhole milking him from everything he had, making him reach a second orgasm right as the first ended, sending another wave of seed rushing through his cock, flowing out into the dragon’s hungry tunnel. The whole ordeal lasted a long minute, a minute they both spent like frozen, glancing at each other emptily, their minds blank of all thought, only focused on the torrent of pleasure boiling in their veins.

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

A few minutes went by in a deep, peaceful silence as everyone was slowly getting carried away in the slumber realm before Lyam's voice rose once again. “Nick… are you awake?” “With you squashing me down of course.” He snorted in return, gently patting the dragon’s back “Sorry… but I don't plan on moving.” “What do you want?” “I… I had something… important to tell you.” Let out Lyam in an unsure, incredibly nervous tone. “Go ahead I'm listening.” “You remember that time… back in the ship when I… kissed you?” “Of course how could I forget this? The most awkward moment of my life thanks to you.” “Well… I told you that…” “You loved me but then you said you spoke without thinking.” Interrupted the human. “Yes… but… I had one month to wonder and… think about it… and… what just happened made it come back to me. I think… I think… I truly meant it.” Whispered Lyam in a barely audible whisper, causing Nick to tense, his heart skipping a beat before thumping hard in his chest. He couldn’t help but shiver, questioning what the dragon meant, was it sincere or just another plot to get more sex with him. What could he trust after what the dragon had told him a month ago? “You're gross Lyam seriously.” He let out, trying to hide how confused he truly was. “I mean it… every time I'm around you feel all… weird and… warm…” “Horny?” “No… not horny… well… a lot actually but… it’s not what I mean… it's… different… nothing like it in fact. It… it's like when I'm near you I lose all my means… all my composure… I just feel… embarrassed about everything.” “You don't show it…” huffed Nick, giving no weight to these words, only seeing Lyam as what he showed, horny, eager, pesky, wry, teasing, tricky. “I'm… rather good at keeping appearances… and… well… It's just me so… but… I… I do really feel something different when I'm close to you.” “Stop your bullshit there Lyam, it was fun but stop here.” “Nick… I'm serious… I'm more than serious. Would you please listen to what I want to say?” “Fine… but make it quick I want to sleep.” “I'll be short. I feel like it's no use to spend days doing small talks with you so… let's get straight to the point.” he sighed, taking a deep breath as he braced himself to speak, looking for the perfect words to say what he wanted. “Nick… I… I love you… I truly do… with all my heart… with all my mind… like I've never did before. You… you make me feel good. Sure… I'm still horny and all… I know what you're gonna say. But… putting all these things aside… would you be my mate?” he asked, his voice barely audible as these last words formed upon his tongue.

Nick expected these words but hearing them spoken, from the dragon that had shown only sexual attraction toward him felt odd. How was it even possible that a clone could feel such emotion or even understand the feeling of love? Yet Lyam was smart; he wasn't asking this without reason. His gleaming eyes spoke for him, honest, nervous, expecting… loving. He hesitated, unsure, a part of him still reluctant, repulsed but another part of him was screaming at him to accept, to say the word, reminding him of all the pleasant memories he had with Lyam, how the dragon made him feel all kinds of weird and tingly, how he had loved and cherished that memory of that passionate kiss as the world collapsed around them, the warmth and care of his protecting embrace, that sensation still so vivid in his head that sometime he could almost feel it again. And even that lustful and teasing behavior he despised so much, even that carelessness in exposing himself and showing off that had made him uncomfortable had begun growing on him, making him hornier than he would dare to admit. And lastly there was what they had just shared, that intimate, sensual and blissful moment together, how excited the dragon had him all along even when he tried to deny it, how much he had savored their mating, even the first one despite it’s forced and rough nature. All in all, he had to finally face the truth and admit, that even though the dragon could be pesky at time he liked him, more than liking in fact, feeling something he hadn’t felt for someone else in a long time. Quietly the part of his brain that opposed his decision was silenced, kicked out and thrown in a bottomless pit, only leaving the burning feeling enveloping his heart as he stared intensely in the dragon’s amber eyes.

Without a word Nick sneaked a hand behind the dragon's head, gently tugging until the dragon complied and lowered his snout. It took him a while to realize the cloned creature was holding his breath as he awaited that answer like his life was on the line. Nick smiled, rubbing Lyam's chin as he pulled him closer with his other hand, narrowing the gap between them with each passing second. Lyam was silent, watching the human with eyes that begged for an answer. That answer came quickly under the form of a soft and furtive kiss on the scaly lips, Nci planting his gaze firmly in the dragon’s own as he did so. Lyam gasped, his cheeks flushed red in disbelief as he unexpectedly pulled back, shuddering from the tip of his snout to the end of his tail. “Is that a yes…?” he mumbled in a mix of hope and confusion. “Of course silly.” chuckled Nick with a warm, inviting smile.

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

“Not that bad.” thought Nick as he wrapped his hands around the dragon's thick skull, hugging him lovingly, pulling him deeper into the intense kiss, the dragon doing the same, wrapping his large clawed paws around the naked human, pulling him ina tight, loving and caring embrace, not wanting to let go.


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“What was that sound?” mumbled Dereck, springing awake, his senses on high alert trying to identify the unknown sound that had woken him up. He had finally managed to fall asleep after hours of trying to get his surveillance system working, only managing to get bits and pieces of words, or rather incoherent noises, like some sort of moans or yowls. He grabbed his tablet only to see that same message displayed on the frozen screen “No signal”. “Of course.”

He got up, shoving his bedsheets away, grabbing a small handgun he had been given in case of emergency and ventured out of his room. His fur was puffing in all direction, consequence of both sleeping and the chilling air of his flat. He silently walked in the living room, his paw pads muffing his steps, scanning his environment in search of the source of the noise. He stopped, perking an ear, not a sound, just the low rumble of the air-conditioning system. He realized he wasn't dressed, not even wearing underwear, his sheaths, balls and butt exposed for viewing, his heavy nuts hanging in their furred sack, swaying with each step but there was no time to go back and get in some clothes. Hearing nothing in the living room he slowly made his way toward his two guest's room. No sound came from within. He slipped two claws in-between the door and its frame, slowly pushing it open to check if everything was alright. Instantly he backed away, his nose twitching as he staggered on wobbly paws, his gun falling on the floor, thankfully without discharging. He covered his face with a hand, snarling in disgust as that stench stung his sensitive senses. But it wasn't the only part of him that was stirred by that thick masculine scent as his sheaths parted around red tips. He didn't need to look in the room or turn on the light to know what had happened, or maybe was still happening. He precipitately closed the door, grabbed his gun and walked back to his room with one hand pressed against his crotch, feeling something emerge between his legs. Only once he had closed the door behind him did he dare to breathe, slowly removing his paw. Patches of his fur were already stuck together, carrying a strong all too familiar smell. Between his legs stood his maleness, half hard, his two rods protruding from his bulging sheaths. “Great…” he sighed, dropping his gun somewhere, walking to his bed, his demanding dicks standing proudly in the open, bouncing and bobbing in the chilling air with each step. He had never smelled something so strong, so sweet, it was blowing his mind how potent it was and how easily it had aroused him.

He sat on his bed with his throbbing lengths starting to squirt pre on his furr. One paw wrapped around his aroused members, pressing the two shafts together while the other grabbed the tablet, leaving the surveillance app and entering the message app. He selected the private number of his mother and wrote a quick message. "Does cleaning alien spunk is part of the requirements for this job?” The answer that came, one minute later made him smile as he growled slightly, rapidly masturbating. “What do you mean?”

He kept stroking his shafts at a quick pace, typing with one hand, “I'll tell you later.”

His breath turned into a ragged pant, his broad tongue dangling on the side of his lower jaw as lustful thoughts filled his head, his paws wrapping around his shafts, one for each, stroking them both at the same time, flooding his body with a mind-numbing pleasure. Finally, after just a few minutes, his knots popped out of his sheaths as hot seed surged inside his throbbing cocks, spurting out, flying in the air a mere instant before raining down on his paws and chest, soaking his fur with the product of his own release. This job finally promised to be more fun than he thought.