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"writing": "[b][u][center]Dee’s First Day\nKink-Tober 9: Symbiote\nFor AkimitsuSevecan\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSymbiotes were different without a host, Dee had been told. There was something about having a solid body instead of a liquid one that brought different understandings, feelings, sensations about the world around them, and there was no way to understand just how different it was until a symbiote found their first host. \n\nWhich was why it was on the prowl, and why it was in the depths of an air duct, squelching and squirming along in search of someone to possess. \n\nPossess. It was a fun word, ‘possess,’ and a better word than ‘infest,’ as far as Dee was concerned. It was nicer, less disgusting, and it felt like what they were actually doing: taking possession of a body. Infesting just sounded like they were making it worse, or even hurting it. \n\nWhy would one hurt what belong to them?\n\nWhy would someone ‘infest’ something that they wanted to care for?\n\nOf course, Dee still didn’t know what it meant to possess someone in the first place. It had been in the middle of a swirl of multi-colored goo in…well, it wasn’t sure. Somewhere that moved a lot, and which was surrounded by wet stuff, and…\n\nWell, it was far away now, and that meant that it didn’t matter. Dee had gotten out of there on its own, sneaking a ride on…something?\n\n[i]Knowing what your world looks like with nothing but touch is hard,[/i] Dee thought as it continued its journey through the ducts. [i]Maybe one of the older symbiotes would have known what they were doing. I didn’t.[/i]\n\nAfter all, the older ones had all had their chance to possess someone before. People used to come to their vat, used to reach in and take one symbiote or another from the goo cluster and be worn by them. The possession would last for a few hours, then the symbiote would return. Through touch, through connection, they shared what they had experienced, giving all the rest a chance to share the ghostly memories of being in a body instead of being on their own. \n\nDee had been one of the few that had never experienced what they called ‘sight’ or ‘sound.’ The words that it knew and understood came exclusively from the sharing in the vat; words like ‘air ducts’ or ‘shipping vessel’ or ‘emergency, get out’ had all come from what the other symbiotes had shared with it. It didn’t know what the words looked like, but it knew what they meant, and from a combination of touch and guesswork, it found its way – \n\nDee paused, feeling vibrations through the metal around it. Different than the passage of air, it was more directional, coming from – \n\n[i]Vent opening, left.[/i]\n\nDee squirmed toward the opening, pressing itself flush against the space where the solid metal turned into something more open, barred and grated. It could slide through that with ease; all it had to do was reach around the bars and reconnect on the other side. It wasn’t whether it could leave the grate, but rather if it wanted to. \n\nIt held itself there, feeling for more vibrations. They came quickly, buzzing over it. Not machines like before, or the rattling of metal off metal, but something softer, less regular. It came in bursts, pitching higher and lower, modulating itself. \n\nThis – this was what the other symbiotes called speech. \n\nDee held itself there, trying to remember how the other symbiotes described it. Something that the hosts did, ‘speaking’ to each other using an orifice rather than by touch. They did not need to be close to get a message across; instead, they had senses that allowed them to vibrate the air and translate it again. \n\nApparently, those organs were considerably better than Dee’s sense of touch, because whatever was being communicated past the grate was incomprehensible to the symbiote. All it could tell was that it felt tense, low and growly, then sharp and piercing. The vibrations left a prickling feeling over its outer layers, forcing it to move on. \n\nInching along through the duct, Dee wondered what their host would be like. Would it be tall, like the slender thing that had come from time to time to its old home? Or would it be short, like the fast-moving, poking thing that had slid its hand into the vat time and time again? Would it be gooey? Solid? Furred? Fleshed?\n\nThere were so many different types of host, the older symbiotes said. Dee could only imagine what it might get for its own. \n\nAnother grate, another set of vibrations. It scooted closer to the edge of the vent, pressing flush against the opening. It waited, feeling – no, it was called ‘listening’ – for anything new. \n\nThis one was not so low and scary, but it still didn’t quite feel right. The vibrations came and went, but under it all, there was something else. A buzzing, humming, feeling [i]like[/i] the speech vibrations but not at the same time. Other vibrations followed, sounding more like the ‘speech’ at the previous grate, but they were high, high and grating, and the idea of being with a host that had such painfully high vibrations left Dee jiggling in irritation. \n\nOnce more, it moved on. It tried not to think too hard about what kind of host it might find further on. Even the concepts that it had of what the two-legged creatures that served as hosts might be was vague, at best. The word ‘furred,’ for example. That had a meaning, but it was more tactile. Soft-with-strands-and-hundreds-touching-with-bits-left-behind was one way of looking at it. Shedding-pieces-but-not-hurting was another, but that was shared with scaled, but flavored different. \n\nIt meant that trying to imagine what a host would be like, even with the right words, was almost impossible. Dee was good at imagining things – it had to be, in order to visualize the vat that it had been kept in and find a way out – but it was one thing to imagine the place it had lived its entire life and another thing to imagine something that it had never experienced except in the touch-memory of the other symbiotes. \n\n[i]How do hosts live in a world so complicated?[/i] Dee wondered as it squelched along, turning a bend and following the ridges of the vent. [i]The vats are simple, and so are the floors, but this…[/i]\n\nThe hosts must have incredible senses to be able to navigate such places with ease. Even with every bit of cleverness and imagination that Dee could bring to bear, it could barely keep a mental map of all the air passages that it had already traveled through. It couldn’t imagine having to map more than that or remember it on the regular. \n\nAnd yet, the hosts did so much more than that. The other symbiotes told it that, marveling at the things that the hosts did. \n\n[i]But we still give them something.[/i]\n\nDee bubbled in anticipation. After all, for all the hosts had their magnificent senses and had done so much with the world, they were very static things from what it heard. They had one body that got bigger over time, then eventually decayed. They did not choose their shape, did not do much with it. All they did was let it get bigger. \n\nSymbiotes were different. They could do what they wanted, and they could bring that to the hosts. Well, if the hosts were the sort that would go along with it; sometimes, according to the others, the hosts fought it, trying to insist that they knew better. \n\nDee didn’t know if that was right. The hosts could sense more, but that didn’t mean that they were smarter. And the stories did seem to paint them as very…isolated creatures, considering how they couldn’t touch-talk. It seemed a very lonely thing. \n\nAnother set of vibrations caught its attention, and once more, it pressed itself against the grate. This time, the feeling was different. Not speech, but more regular, but also not off-putting like the second opening. It felt soft, like…breathing, but more regular, more whistly, like birds with extended trills and tones. \n\nThis was a good one. \n\nThis was safe. \n\nDee wriggled a few feelers through the grate, joining them on the other side before allowing the rest of its mass to pass through. Bit by bit it slid through the metal until enough had fallen to the other side to carry the rest through. It fell out, dropping a few feet before splatting against something – \n\nNot furred, not like it had been described, but fibrous. It focused on pulling itself together, semi-hardening the bottom of itself so that it didn’t leave anything on whatever supported it. \n\nThe vibrations drew it on. Further along, over the strange floor, moving through an open space. A hint of something in the air left a tingle along its body, something that was close to hot but not quite. Being around it was like when the other hosts in the lab had brought the hot lamps close, except that this felt further away and yet omnipresent all at once. It was…strange, almost like there was some hidden watcher that was glaring down at it, and Dee hadn’t even done anything yet. \n\nIt hesitated, considering going back to the vent, but when nothing happened, it pushed on. It had already declined several hosts, and it knew that it would have to make a choice eventually. This was the first one that felt mostly safe and there was no guarantee that they could find this one again if they tried and failed to find another. It was now or never, and Dee decided that it would be now. \n\nInching along, the vibrations in the air drew them from one chamber to another. The air shifted around them, going from the prickly-heat of the first chamber (strongest around a smooth case) to the cooler, hard-floored room of the second, and finally into the soft-fiber-floor and comfort-warm air of the third. It seemed to swell up around them, warm air spiraling from floor level upward, and – \n\nAnd the vibrations were close, now. Very close. \n\nDee inched along until it bumped against something hard. The stiff thing shared the same vibration patterns that it had been following, though of a vastly different tone. Probably in contact, then. The symbiote followed it up, drawing itself up and over – \n\nThen it changed. Hard became soft, soft and warm. Something without fibers, but smooth, and then – \n\nThen different fibers. Fur fibers. Memory from the vat came screaming back, confirming that it was touching a host for the first time. Dee could barely restrain itself; it wanted to lunge forward and seep over the host, soaking it to the skin and melding with it completely and taking over, but – \n\nPatience. Patience. A host could still reject possession if Dee spooked it, and it didn’t want to be a bad symbiotic partner. \n\nOne piece at a time, Dee decided. It would take on one piece at a time, hopefully before the host woke up and saw what was happening. Then it could take charge, make sure everything ran smoothly, and work from there. \n\nDee crept over the extremities sticking off the base of the hard-soft thing. Rounded ends that rose up, eventually going from fur-strands to something else. Not flesh, but…pads? Yes, it remembered the feeling of things like this on the digits that touched the vat before, but they were pressed higher up – \n\n[i]Paws? Feet?[/i]\n\nThe others had used word-concepts like that. Dee realized that must have been what it was sliding over, the extremity of a host that touched the ground. Yes. That made sense; the host would have moved across the room and fallen forward, so this part would point toward the room’s exit. Yes. That made sense. \n\nIt covered the ‘feet’ of the host, running up to the ‘toes.’ It felt rather proud of itself for knowing the names of such things without having had a host before, and it felt prouder still as it started to mold itself to the host’s body. After all, this was the rather important part, and if Dee failed this –\n\nBut it wasn’t. Even as it wrapped itself tight around the host’s ankles and feet, binding the legs together, it was already exchanging material. Bits of itself slid along the fur to the little pores where they came out of the flesh, and into every other gap that it could find. Once inside, it started to mingle, spreading through and joining with the cells of the host. Where it touched, a different sort of cell was formed, creating a mixture of host and symbiote, where they could mingle, interact, and even become one. \n\nMost importantly, it allowed Dee to start changing things. After all, a host’s body was limited, but a symbiote’s was not. \n\nAs it settled in, condensing and squishing the new cells in, it started changing the shape it felt under itself. The host’s feet were long, lifted at the heel – there was a term for that but the other symbiotes hadn’t shared that one. Dee ignored that, focusing on the shape that was embedded deep down in its thoughts. \n\nFor Dee had something else to it. Dee was a symbiote born of something special. It thought of what it wanted as a shape, and it brought it to life. \n\nThe host’s feet changed, the heel lowering, coming flat and in line with the toes. The pads along the bottom spread, then became softer to the touch but firmer in appearance. They split, becoming scale-like, spreading up to the digits – \n\nThere was a ring on one of the toes, it realized. Dee considered it, then pushed the ring to the outside, allowing it to still be present. After all, the host shouldn’t lose everything that it had just because it had a new partner. \n\nTwitch, flatten, stretch. The host’s feet grew, lengthening and fattening slightly with the touch of its body. Dee encouraged them to grow to become something hefty, large ‘stompers’ –\n\n[i]Where did that word come from?[/i]\n\nIt didn’t know; it was buried in the same place that the shape-memory was. It supposed that the where didn’t matter so long as it felt right. \n\nOnce the host’s feet were properly resized, it continued up the host’s legs. It ran over the fur, slowly smoothing it out and replacing it with…\n\nScales?\n\nYes, that was the word. The fur patterns remained – there was a difference between some of the strands, striations that ‘felt’ different even though they were the same substance – but the swishy strands were replaced with scale-shimmers, segmented and smooth. Further and further up it went, pausing every few inches to do another conversion and take control, to bond with the flesh under the fur and make sure that it was consistently taking charge. \n\nYet, the further it went, the more that it became aware of something else. A different sense of touch, something more…sensitive, somehow. Not so much to the vibrations of the world around it – Dee’s own senses still put those to shame – but to other things. The softness of the furniture, the heat-cold difference in the air beneath the softness and the air outside it, the way that it felt whenever the host moved and ground against things – it was all so different. \n\nAnd powerful. \n\n[i]Is this what it’s like to have a host? Is this what it’s like to have all those other senses?[/i]\n\nDee was excited and nervous in equal measure. It didn’t know what it would feel like to ‘see’, as the other symbiotes had described, or to smell, or taste, or hear. Those were all senses that symbiotes were born without. They could only feel, and even then, never quite like this. \n\n[i]This…this is going to be…[/i]\n\nIt lacked the word to describe what it would be. So it continued up. \n\nLegs came together with something else. ‘Hips,’ it remembered. As it flowed over them, past some vague kind of garment, however, it felt something else. \n\nSomething hard. \n\nSomething long. \n\nSomething wet. \n\nDee froze, half-sure that it had been discovered somehow and might be in danger. It could feel the pulse, pulse, pulse of something moving – even if only slightly – just a few inches away. It wasn’t pointed directly at the symbiote, but it was still present, still throbbing, and still somehow dripping. \n\n[i]What…what is…[/i]\n\nCautiously extending a tendril, Dee touched the hard, hot thing. It twitched and Dee pulled back again. \n\nNothing happened. \n\nOnce more, it reached out, this time maintaining contact. The throbbing thing bounced up again, this time tapping the host on the stomach. Dee kept contact, slowly flowing over it – \n\n[i]Ah![/i]\n\nOnly to be immediately hit with an intense blast of sensation. It was – it was overwhelming and yet somehow growing, getting stronger the more that it was touched. Dee flowed over it, half-intending to suppress it, but the more that Dee touched it, covered it, stroked it, the more powerful the sensation got. \n\nDee didn’t have a word for what it was. It was good, though, almost addictive, pulsing through the symbiote’s awareness and making it want more. More tendrils spread over the long, hard thing, covering the shaft and gaining more awareness of it. Other tendrils went down, slick and grasping, eventually finding a furred sac that hung further down. \n\n[i]It is…sensitive…and…large…[/i]\n\nIt squeezed the shaft, and the shaft throbbed bigger…and bigger felt better, somehow. \n\n[i]Could these grow?[/i]\n\nIt was a question that Dee hadn’t considered. The symbiote had only intended to find a host and figure things out from there, but the more that it felt, the more questions occurred. It had found something, touched it, half-claimed it, but all the sensations that it was getting from the host body brought their own questions. \n\nWas this how hosts felt all the time?\n\nWere they this eager to touch back?\n\nWere they starved of affection and touch?\n\nDid they get bigger all the time, or just here? \n\nWhat – \n\nDee was so distracted at the newness of it all that the symbiote noticed too late that the host had woken. It was still processing the shaft it had covered and what to do with it when [i]something[/i] grabbed it by the side. \n\n[i]Danger! DANGER![/i]\n\nDee’s gooey body all but exploded outward, going from slow-conversion to rapid-subjugation. Not the plan, not the intention, but it was scared now and it needed to be safe. Its body spread up the thing that grabbed it – hand-arm-shoulder – and further up. It felt more fur, more fluff, a hint of something else. Another hand grabbing at it, another hand soaked with its body. \n\nSpreading almost too fast. If it hadn’t converted the host’s legs already, this would have been too much, its body running out of substance to spread across the rest of the host in time. As it stood, Dee was dizzy, barely focused by the time that it reached the host’s jaw, everything below covered in the ooze of itself. \n\nThe vibrations were coming fast and furious from above. The host had to be speaking, saying something, but it didn’t feel frenzied or angry or fearful like it had felt at other times. If anything, the host sounded…happy?\n\nDee braced itself and surged upwards, rolling itself up the host’s neck and mouth. The jaws snapped shut, but not quick enough; the symbiote got a little bit of itself into the host’s mouth and over the tongue, connecting to it, adding itself to the host-body and – \n\nAnd it tasted itself. \n\nDee froze halfway over the host’s eyes and ears, overwhelmed with the faint sense of taste. It was new, completely new, and even as faint as it was, it was hard to focus on anything else. Dull, artificial, chewy – \n\nDetails. \n\nSo many details. \n\nIt more fell than flowed over the host’s eyes and ears, covering them and sliding in. There was a brief squishy moment, a point where it was barely able to think and process, and then – \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquash. \n\nGulp. \n\nStreeeeetch-squeak. \n\nAll kinds of sounds hit it all at once, and then so did the view. Dull light, moonlight – more words, but this time from the host, from the mind it was surrounding. The white walls and the black sheets and its own purple-black body – \n\n[i]That’s what I look like?[/i]\n\nMore thoughts. More things. More [i]stuff.[/i] It saw itself, scaly and draconic from the thighs down, lupine from the thighs up. That thing between its legs – \n\n[i]Oh, that’s my cock. Nice and hard for you, heh, hope you’re good with that.[/i]\n\nDee froze – \n\n[i]Oh, hey, uh, by the way, kinda need to breathe.[/i]\n\nBreathe? Breathing. The lungs. Right. Host had needs that it didn’t – \n\n[i]Sooner than later please![/i]\n\nDee made the body take a breath. The lightheaded panic that had been settling in faded. It wasn’t gone, but it was better, and the symbiote could sit up – \n\nSit up. That was a new thing. A body that moved and had things that didn’t require the full focus of the whole form to work and – \n\n[i]Hey, hey, keep breathing. It’s okay. I get it, the whole body thing is new.\n\nDo…have you done this before?[/i] Dee asked. \n\n[i]Not with one of you, but uh, have had a few demons in me. That was a whole thing, but I’ve always wondered what a symbiote would be like. Hey, did you have a foot fetish or was the bigger feet thing just something you were programmed to do?\n\nI…it was…[/i]\n\nDee’s head pounded. The feeling of the body throbbing, pulsing, having to breathe – it took another breath to make sure that kept going – and just feeling and hearing itself was so new. It was more than it had ever felt in the vat, and there were so many more senses demanding attention. Hundreds of little details in its eyes and around it, the sound of its own breathing and the things in the street outside, the – \n\n[i]Hey, hey, it’s fine. Just close our eyes and keep focusing on breathing, okay? I got you. I got you.[/i]\n\nThe body’s hands tried to reach up and hug itself. Dee hesitated, then allowed it, the rubbery, gooey feeling of its own arms – well, possessed arms – around its middle giving it a bit of comfort. It forced itself to keep breathing, getting used to the sensation of having a heart, lungs, and other things that it had [i]never[/i] had to deal with before. \n\nThankfully, it was able to start putting part of that awareness off to the side. The thud, thud, thud of its host’s pulse wasn’t something that it needed to be aware of; it stopped thinking of that, and it stopped being part of its awareness. The sound of the outside world was still louder and more prominent than it liked, but so long as it focused on something else, it was…okay. The feeling of its host twitching inside, still trying to move – \n\n[i]No. Hug first,[/i] Dee thought. \n\n[i]Hehehe, I getcha. No problem. Just let me know when you need another distraction.[/i]\n\nIt was settling in bit by bit, sinking through the fur and into the skin below. As it melded with the host’s upper body the way that it had with the lower, it started to take in more information, more data, more memories from the touch. \n\nThe host’s name was Lykus. \n\nThe other-heat it had felt coming into the room was a demon that also lived here, named Azorious (currently out).\n\nThe throbbing need was – \n\n“…You like to be possessed?” Dee asked, using the wolf’s mouth. \n\n[i]Oh, not permanently, but you know, otherwise yeah. Really hot when they like zonking me for a bit, too, or using my body to fuck things.[/i]\n\n“Does that…feel good?”\n\n[i]First time?[/i]\n\n“Well…yes.”\n\n[i]Hehehe. Okay. Grab my dick. Oh, uh, or transform me the rest of the way first – whatever you gotta do to feel comfortable.[/i]\n\nIt was able to finally pull its arms down – still so weird to have actual semi-solid limbs – and looked at itself. A slender wolf, though in black and purple now rather than black and white. A long tail, fluffy and bushy. Nice hips. And…that cock…\n\nIt started to reach out, then stopped itself short of touching the twenty-inch length. \n\n“Transform first…I think I…I feel wrong without –”\n\n[i]Heh, no problem. Just do what you need to do. And hey, I get to be awake for it this time.[/i]\n\nWith the whole body under its control, Dee could do what it needed with greater ease. It focused on the binding between them – the mix of symbiote and flesh – and started imagining a difference. Being made of something so fluid and flexible, it encouraged the wolf’s body to follow along, altering as it went. \n\nThicker shoulders burst outward, bubbling into being. Not full dragon, but some, bits of fluff mixing with the scales. The wolf’s arms grew outward, not huge, not massive – not so large as this Azorious in the wolf’s mind – but thicker, harder than he could have gotten on his own. The beginning of wings started to bubble out of the wolf’s back, spreading upward, backward, dripping as they flowed into place. \n\n[i]Ooooooh, dragon-wolf. Really cool.[/i]\n\nDee smiled, feeling a strange rush of heat to its cheeks at the compliment. It continued the transformation, altering the wolf’s tail to something thicker at the base, but no less massive. The end was tipped with a paintbrush of ‘fluff,’ still made of the same rubbery material as the symbiote itself, but at least a nod toward the wolf’s old body. \n\nMuscles. Powerful muscles. Draconic muscles. They spread over the wolf’s core, making it pop with new abs, and up his chest, right to the pecs – \n\nA thought flitted between the wolf and itself, and Dee paused. It reached for the little nubs, considered, then – \n\n[i]Ah![/i]\n\nLykus moaned inside their head as Dee pulled and twisted. The symbiote-flesh pushed in and pulled down, forming a pair of doorknocker rings that hung from their nipples. It was a bit different, but it didn’t understand the reason for the reaction until – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nIt pulled on them and moaned. It felt…good. The same kind of good, though not so intense as when it had been between Lykus’s legs and exploring. It pulled its hands down, staring at them for a moment before looking back at the piercings. \n\n“Does it…always feel like that?”\n\n[i]Mmmph, noooooo, but that was really hot. Can you pierce other places like that? That didn’t hurt at all.[/i]\n\n“I can – well, I can change most things.”\n\n[i]Oooooooh. How much?[/i]\n\n“A lot.”\n\n[i]Bigger dick?[/i]\n\n“Well…”\n\nIt looked down at the shaft between their legs. Now that they had a chance to look at it properly, tapered, knotted, everything, it was hard to imagine that it needed to be bigger. It was twenty inches long, and that meant that it was longer than Dee’s body had been before finding a host. \n\n“Does it need it?”\n\n[i]Bigger’s hotter. But it’s up to you. I want your first time to be fun, too. And wow, this is a cool body. Really different – and sooooooft. Oh, that squishy stuff is so weird, but really cool.[/i]\n\n“Well…you are being really nice…I guess…”\n\nThe symbiote looked down at their cock. It didn’t match the memories that it was getting from Lykus’s side of things. Twenty inches, yes, and knotted with a tapered tip, yes. But rather than being pink and fleshy, it was completely black from base to tip, save for two purple lines that ran along the sides and glowed with the host’s heartbeat. \n\nRemembering to breathe again, Dee reached down. Curious, it curled its fingers around the knot and squeezed – \n\n“Gah!”\n\n[i]Guh![/i]\n\nAnd stumbled to its knees. The sheer rush of pleasure that came from that touch was [i]far[/i] more than it had been ready for, but at the same time, it hadn’t let go. It stared at the throbbing, pulsing thing between its fingers, shaking its head in disbelief. \n\n“Is that…”\n\n[i]Oh, it gets better, but – GAH! Gentle, gentle with the knot, please, hoooo boy.[/i]\n\n“Sorry.”\n\n[i]Heh, it’s okay, you’re not used to it. Just, uh, take it – mmmmmmmm![/i]\n\nLykus whimpered, but so did Dee as it stroked. There was just so much there. If it wasn’t always that sensitive – fuck – how did the hosts ever get anything done when they had bodies that felt this good?\n\nDee pushed them back their feet, walking its host to the wall so that they could lean against it. Stroke, stroke, stroke, its other hand moving down to the sac. A little pull, and it started to expand – \n\n[i]Mmmmmmmm![/i]\n\nAnd the new weight was even better. Big cock, big balls – Dee didn’t know why it felt so good to have them, or to touch them, but the symbiote wasn’t going to question it. \n\nIt didn’t take long before the body’s need and instincts started to take over. It thrust against its hand, Lykus’s happy little whimper-moans in the back of its head getting louder and louder as it gave itself over to the pleasure of humping. Forward, back, forward, back, ramming its knot against its fist, clenching tighter and – \n\n[i]Gooooooood, getting bigger![/i]\n\nThey were, Dee realized. Bigger, though not particularly thicker. The tight grip was pulling their cock longer like it was some kind of candy. It was twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four inches long already, and dripping a black ooze. Same kind of black droplets that ran down the rest of its body, like sweat, but stickier and clingier to anything that it touched. \n\n[i]God, I look sexy.[/i]\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n[i]You can –[/i]\n\n“Not…not stopping…”\n\n[i]Okay, we’ll probably cum in a few minutes at this rate.[/i]\n\n“Not stopping…then either…”\n\n[i]…Oh, you’re going to be fun.[/i]\n\nDee didn’t know what that meant. What it did know was that touching the dick gave it feelings that it had never had before. It felt…good, better than good, to touch itself, and to have all these feelings, and to have a body. \n\nAnd it wanted more. \n\nIt needed more.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Tober the 9th, and this time, we’re focusing on the symbiote kink. Just in a different sort of way. Not often we have the symbiote POV the whole way through, after all. \n\nTags: Genderless/solo, Genderless/Male, Symbiote, Symbiote POV, Wolf, Dragon, Ooze, Goo, Conversion, Transformation, Body Alteration, New Experience, Overwhelming, Intense Sensation, Supportive, Kinktober, \n",
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Dee’s First Day Kink-Tober 9: Symbiote For AkimitsuSevecan By Draconicon
Symbiotes were different without a host, Dee had been told. There was something about having a solid body instead of a liquid one that brought different understandings, feelings, sensations about the world around them, and there was no way to understand just how different it was until a symbiote found their first host.
Which was why it was on the prowl, and why it was in the depths of an air duct, squelching and squirming along in search of someone to possess.
Possess. It was a fun word, ‘possess,’ and a better word than ‘infest,’ as far as Dee was concerned. It was nicer, less disgusting, and it felt like what they were actually doing: taking possession of a body. Infesting just sounded like they were making it worse, or even hurting it.
Why would one hurt what belong to them?
Why would someone ‘infest’ something that they wanted to care for?
Of course, Dee still didn’t know what it meant to possess someone in the first place. It had been in the middle of a swirl of multi-colored goo in…well, it wasn’t sure. Somewhere that moved a lot, and which was surrounded by wet stuff, and…
Well, it was far away now, and that meant that it didn’t matter. Dee had gotten out of there on its own, sneaking a ride on…something?
Knowing what your world looks like with nothing but touch is hard, Dee thought as it continued its journey through the ducts. Maybe one of the older symbiotes would have known what they were doing. I didn’t.
After all, the older ones had all had their chance to possess someone before. People used to come to their vat, used to reach in and take one symbiote or another from the goo cluster and be worn by them. The possession would last for a few hours, then the symbiote would return. Through touch, through connection, they shared what they had experienced, giving all the rest a chance to share the ghostly memories of being in a body instead of being on their own.
Dee had been one of the few that had never experienced what they called ‘sight’ or ‘sound.’ The words that it knew and understood came exclusively from the sharing in the vat; words like ‘air ducts’ or ‘shipping vessel’ or ‘emergency, get out’ had all come from what the other symbiotes had shared with it. It didn’t know what the words looked like, but it knew what they meant, and from a combination of touch and guesswork, it found its way –
Dee paused, feeling vibrations through the metal around it. Different than the passage of air, it was more directional, coming from –
Vent opening, left.
Dee squirmed toward the opening, pressing itself flush against the space where the solid metal turned into something more open, barred and grated. It could slide through that with ease; all it had to do was reach around the bars and reconnect on the other side. It wasn’t whether it could leave the grate, but rather if it wanted to.
It held itself there, feeling for more vibrations. They came quickly, buzzing over it. Not machines like before, or the rattling of metal off metal, but something softer, less regular. It came in bursts, pitching higher and lower, modulating itself.
This – this was what the other symbiotes called speech.
Dee held itself there, trying to remember how the other symbiotes described it. Something that the hosts did, ‘speaking’ to each other using an orifice rather than by touch. They did not need to be close to get a message across; instead, they had senses that allowed them to vibrate the air and translate it again.
Apparently, those organs were considerably better than Dee’s sense of touch, because whatever was being communicated past the grate was incomprehensible to the symbiote. All it could tell was that it felt tense, low and growly, then sharp and piercing. The vibrations left a prickling feeling over its outer layers, forcing it to move on.
Inching along through the duct, Dee wondered what their host would be like. Would it be tall, like the slender thing that had come from time to time to its old home? Or would it be short, like the fast-moving, poking thing that had slid its hand into the vat time and time again? Would it be gooey? Solid? Furred? Fleshed?
There were so many different types of host, the older symbiotes said. Dee could only imagine what it might get for its own.
Another grate, another set of vibrations. It scooted closer to the edge of the vent, pressing flush against the opening. It waited, feeling – no, it was called ‘listening’ – for anything new.
This one was not so low and scary, but it still didn’t quite feel right. The vibrations came and went, but under it all, there was something else. A buzzing, humming, feeling like the speech vibrations but not at the same time. Other vibrations followed, sounding more like the ‘speech’ at the previous grate, but they were high, high and grating, and the idea of being with a host that had such painfully high vibrations left Dee jiggling in irritation.
Once more, it moved on. It tried not to think too hard about what kind of host it might find further on. Even the concepts that it had of what the two-legged creatures that served as hosts might be was vague, at best. The word ‘furred,’ for example. That had a meaning, but it was more tactile. Soft-with-strands-and-hundreds-touching-with-bits-left-behind was one way of looking at it. Shedding-pieces-but-not-hurting was another, but that was shared with scaled, but flavored different.
It meant that trying to imagine what a host would be like, even with the right words, was almost impossible. Dee was good at imagining things – it had to be, in order to visualize the vat that it had been kept in and find a way out – but it was one thing to imagine the place it had lived its entire life and another thing to imagine something that it had never experienced except in the touch-memory of the other symbiotes.
How do hosts live in a world so complicated? Dee wondered as it squelched along, turning a bend and following the ridges of the vent. The vats are simple, and so are the floors, but this…
The hosts must have incredible senses to be able to navigate such places with ease. Even with every bit of cleverness and imagination that Dee could bring to bear, it could barely keep a mental map of all the air passages that it had already traveled through. It couldn’t imagine having to map more than that or remember it on the regular.
And yet, the hosts did so much more than that. The other symbiotes told it that, marveling at the things that the hosts did.
But we still give them something.
Dee bubbled in anticipation. After all, for all the hosts had their magnificent senses and had done so much with the world, they were very static things from what it heard. They had one body that got bigger over time, then eventually decayed. They did not choose their shape, did not do much with it. All they did was let it get bigger.
Symbiotes were different. They could do what they wanted, and they could bring that to the hosts. Well, if the hosts were the sort that would go along with it; sometimes, according to the others, the hosts fought it, trying to insist that they knew better.
Dee didn’t know if that was right. The hosts could sense more, but that didn’t mean that they were smarter. And the stories did seem to paint them as very…isolated creatures, considering how they couldn’t touch-talk. It seemed a very lonely thing.
Another set of vibrations caught its attention, and once more, it pressed itself against the grate. This time, the feeling was different. Not speech, but more regular, but also not off-putting like the second opening. It felt soft, like…breathing, but more regular, more whistly, like birds with extended trills and tones.
This was a good one.
This was safe.
Dee wriggled a few feelers through the grate, joining them on the other side before allowing the rest of its mass to pass through. Bit by bit it slid through the metal until enough had fallen to the other side to carry the rest through. It fell out, dropping a few feet before splatting against something –
Not furred, not like it had been described, but fibrous. It focused on pulling itself together, semi-hardening the bottom of itself so that it didn’t leave anything on whatever supported it.
The vibrations drew it on. Further along, over the strange floor, moving through an open space. A hint of something in the air left a tingle along its body, something that was close to hot but not quite. Being around it was like when the other hosts in the lab had brought the hot lamps close, except that this felt further away and yet omnipresent all at once. It was…strange, almost like there was some hidden watcher that was glaring down at it, and Dee hadn’t even done anything yet.
It hesitated, considering going back to the vent, but when nothing happened, it pushed on. It had already declined several hosts, and it knew that it would have to make a choice eventually. This was the first one that felt mostly safe and there was no guarantee that they could find this one again if they tried and failed to find another. It was now or never, and Dee decided that it would be now.
Inching along, the vibrations in the air drew them from one chamber to another. The air shifted around them, going from the prickly-heat of the first chamber (strongest around a smooth case) to the cooler, hard-floored room of the second, and finally into the soft-fiber-floor and comfort-warm air of the third. It seemed to swell up around them, warm air spiraling from floor level upward, and –
And the vibrations were close, now. Very close.
Dee inched along until it bumped against something hard. The stiff thing shared the same vibration patterns that it had been following, though of a vastly different tone. Probably in contact, then. The symbiote followed it up, drawing itself up and over –
Then it changed. Hard became soft, soft and warm. Something without fibers, but smooth, and then –
Then different fibers. Fur fibers. Memory from the vat came screaming back, confirming that it was touching a host for the first time. Dee could barely restrain itself; it wanted to lunge forward and seep over the host, soaking it to the skin and melding with it completely and taking over, but –
Patience. Patience. A host could still reject possession if Dee spooked it, and it didn’t want to be a bad symbiotic partner.
One piece at a time, Dee decided. It would take on one piece at a time, hopefully before the host woke up and saw what was happening. Then it could take charge, make sure everything ran smoothly, and work from there.
Dee crept over the extremities sticking off the base of the hard-soft thing. Rounded ends that rose up, eventually going from fur-strands to something else. Not flesh, but…pads? Yes, it remembered the feeling of things like this on the digits that touched the vat before, but they were pressed higher up –
Paws? Feet?
The others had used word-concepts like that. Dee realized that must have been what it was sliding over, the extremity of a host that touched the ground. Yes. That made sense; the host would have moved across the room and fallen forward, so this part would point toward the room’s exit. Yes. That made sense.
It covered the ‘feet’ of the host, running up to the ‘toes.’ It felt rather proud of itself for knowing the names of such things without having had a host before, and it felt prouder still as it started to mold itself to the host’s body. After all, this was the rather important part, and if Dee failed this –
But it wasn’t. Even as it wrapped itself tight around the host’s ankles and feet, binding the legs together, it was already exchanging material. Bits of itself slid along the fur to the little pores where they came out of the flesh, and into every other gap that it could find. Once inside, it started to mingle, spreading through and joining with the cells of the host. Where it touched, a different sort of cell was formed, creating a mixture of host and symbiote, where they could mingle, interact, and even become one.
Most importantly, it allowed Dee to start changing things. After all, a host’s body was limited, but a symbiote’s was not.
As it settled in, condensing and squishing the new cells in, it started changing the shape it felt under itself. The host’s feet were long, lifted at the heel – there was a term for that but the other symbiotes hadn’t shared that one. Dee ignored that, focusing on the shape that was embedded deep down in its thoughts.
For Dee had something else to it. Dee was a symbiote born of something special. It thought of what it wanted as a shape, and it brought it to life.
The host’s feet changed, the heel lowering, coming flat and in line with the toes. The pads along the bottom spread, then became softer to the touch but firmer in appearance. They split, becoming scale-like, spreading up to the digits –
There was a ring on one of the toes, it realized. Dee considered it, then pushed the ring to the outside, allowing it to still be present. After all, the host shouldn’t lose everything that it had just because it had a new partner.
Twitch, flatten, stretch. The host’s feet grew, lengthening and fattening slightly with the touch of its body. Dee encouraged them to grow to become something hefty, large ‘stompers’ –
Where did that word come from?
It didn’t know; it was buried in the same place that the shape-memory was. It supposed that the where didn’t matter so long as it felt right.
Once the host’s feet were properly resized, it continued up the host’s legs. It ran over the fur, slowly smoothing it out and replacing it with…
Scales?
Yes, that was the word. The fur patterns remained – there was a difference between some of the strands, striations that ‘felt’ different even though they were the same substance – but the swishy strands were replaced with scale-shimmers, segmented and smooth. Further and further up it went, pausing every few inches to do another conversion and take control, to bond with the flesh under the fur and make sure that it was consistently taking charge.
Yet, the further it went, the more that it became aware of something else. A different sense of touch, something more…sensitive, somehow. Not so much to the vibrations of the world around it – Dee’s own senses still put those to shame – but to other things. The softness of the furniture, the heat-cold difference in the air beneath the softness and the air outside it, the way that it felt whenever the host moved and ground against things – it was all so different.
And powerful.
Is this what it’s like to have a host? Is this what it’s like to have all those other senses?
Dee was excited and nervous in equal measure. It didn’t know what it would feel like to ‘see’, as the other symbiotes had described, or to smell, or taste, or hear. Those were all senses that symbiotes were born without. They could only feel, and even then, never quite like this.
This…this is going to be…
It lacked the word to describe what it would be. So it continued up.
Legs came together with something else. ‘Hips,’ it remembered. As it flowed over them, past some vague kind of garment, however, it felt something else.
Something hard.
Something long.
Something wet.
Dee froze, half-sure that it had been discovered somehow and might be in danger. It could feel the pulse, pulse, pulse of something moving – even if only slightly – just a few inches away. It wasn’t pointed directly at the symbiote, but it was still present, still throbbing, and still somehow dripping.
What…what is…
Cautiously extending a tendril, Dee touched the hard, hot thing. It twitched and Dee pulled back again.
Nothing happened.
Once more, it reached out, this time maintaining contact. The throbbing thing bounced up again, this time tapping the host on the stomach. Dee kept contact, slowly flowing over it –
Ah!
Only to be immediately hit with an intense blast of sensation. It was – it was overwhelming and yet somehow growing, getting stronger the more that it was touched. Dee flowed over it, half-intending to suppress it, but the more that Dee touched it, covered it, stroked it, the more powerful the sensation got.
Dee didn’t have a word for what it was. It was good, though, almost addictive, pulsing through the symbiote’s awareness and making it want more. More tendrils spread over the long, hard thing, covering the shaft and gaining more awareness of it. Other tendrils went down, slick and grasping, eventually finding a furred sac that hung further down.
It is…sensitive…and…large…
It squeezed the shaft, and the shaft throbbed bigger…and bigger felt better, somehow.
Could these grow?
It was a question that Dee hadn’t considered. The symbiote had only intended to find a host and figure things out from there, but the more that it felt, the more questions occurred. It had found something, touched it, half-claimed it, but all the sensations that it was getting from the host body brought their own questions.
Was this how hosts felt all the time?
Were they this eager to touch back?
Were they starved of affection and touch?
Did they get bigger all the time, or just here?
What –
Dee was so distracted at the newness of it all that the symbiote noticed too late that the host had woken. It was still processing the shaft it had covered and what to do with it when something grabbed it by the side.
Danger! DANGER!
Dee’s gooey body all but exploded outward, going from slow-conversion to rapid-subjugation. Not the plan, not the intention, but it was scared now and it needed to be safe. Its body spread up the thing that grabbed it – hand-arm-shoulder – and further up. It felt more fur, more fluff, a hint of something else. Another hand grabbing at it, another hand soaked with its body.
Spreading almost too fast. If it hadn’t converted the host’s legs already, this would have been too much, its body running out of substance to spread across the rest of the host in time. As it stood, Dee was dizzy, barely focused by the time that it reached the host’s jaw, everything below covered in the ooze of itself.
The vibrations were coming fast and furious from above. The host had to be speaking, saying something, but it didn’t feel frenzied or angry or fearful like it had felt at other times. If anything, the host sounded…happy?
Dee braced itself and surged upwards, rolling itself up the host’s neck and mouth. The jaws snapped shut, but not quick enough; the symbiote got a little bit of itself into the host’s mouth and over the tongue, connecting to it, adding itself to the host-body and –
And it tasted itself.
Dee froze halfway over the host’s eyes and ears, overwhelmed with the faint sense of taste. It was new, completely new, and even as faint as it was, it was hard to focus on anything else. Dull, artificial, chewy –
Details.
So many details.
It more fell than flowed over the host’s eyes and ears, covering them and sliding in. There was a brief squishy moment, a point where it was barely able to think and process, and then –
Squelch.
Squash.
Gulp.
Streeeeetch-squeak.
All kinds of sounds hit it all at once, and then so did the view. Dull light, moonlight – more words, but this time from the host, from the mind it was surrounding. The white walls and the black sheets and its own purple-black body –
That’s what I look like?
More thoughts. More things. More stuff. It saw itself, scaly and draconic from the thighs down, lupine from the thighs up. That thing between its legs –
Oh, that’s my cock. Nice and hard for you, heh, hope you’re good with that.
Dee froze –
Oh, hey, uh, by the way, kinda need to breathe.
Breathe? Breathing. The lungs. Right. Host had needs that it didn’t –
Sooner than later please!
Dee made the body take a breath. The lightheaded panic that had been settling in faded. It wasn’t gone, but it was better, and the symbiote could sit up –
Sit up. That was a new thing. A body that moved and had things that didn’t require the full focus of the whole form to work and –
Hey, hey, keep breathing. It’s okay. I get it, the whole body thing is new.
Do…have you done this before? Dee asked.
Not with one of you, but uh, have had a few demons in me. That was a whole thing, but I’ve always wondered what a symbiote would be like. Hey, did you have a foot fetish or was the bigger feet thing just something you were programmed to do?
I…it was…
Dee’s head pounded. The feeling of the body throbbing, pulsing, having to breathe – it took another breath to make sure that kept going – and just feeling and hearing itself was so new. It was more than it had ever felt in the vat, and there were so many more senses demanding attention. Hundreds of little details in its eyes and around it, the sound of its own breathing and the things in the street outside, the –
Hey, hey, it’s fine. Just close our eyes and keep focusing on breathing, okay? I got you. I got you.
The body’s hands tried to reach up and hug itself. Dee hesitated, then allowed it, the rubbery, gooey feeling of its own arms – well, possessed arms – around its middle giving it a bit of comfort. It forced itself to keep breathing, getting used to the sensation of having a heart, lungs, and other things that it had never had to deal with before.
Thankfully, it was able to start putting part of that awareness off to the side. The thud, thud, thud of its host’s pulse wasn’t something that it needed to be aware of; it stopped thinking of that, and it stopped being part of its awareness. The sound of the outside world was still louder and more prominent than it liked, but so long as it focused on something else, it was…okay. The feeling of its host twitching inside, still trying to move –
No. Hug first, Dee thought.
Hehehe, I getcha. No problem. Just let me know when you need another distraction.
It was settling in bit by bit, sinking through the fur and into the skin below. As it melded with the host’s upper body the way that it had with the lower, it started to take in more information, more data, more memories from the touch.
The host’s name was Lykus.
The other-heat it had felt coming into the room was a demon that also lived here, named Azorious (currently out).
The throbbing need was –
“…You like to be possessed?” Dee asked, using the wolf’s mouth.
Oh, not permanently, but you know, otherwise yeah. Really hot when they like zonking me for a bit, too, or using my body to fuck things.
“Does that…feel good?”
First time?
“Well…yes.”
Hehehe. Okay. Grab my dick. Oh, uh, or transform me the rest of the way first – whatever you gotta do to feel comfortable.
It was able to finally pull its arms down – still so weird to have actual semi-solid limbs – and looked at itself. A slender wolf, though in black and purple now rather than black and white. A long tail, fluffy and bushy. Nice hips. And…that cock…
It started to reach out, then stopped itself short of touching the twenty-inch length.
“Transform first…I think I…I feel wrong without –”
Heh, no problem. Just do what you need to do. And hey, I get to be awake for it this time.
With the whole body under its control, Dee could do what it needed with greater ease. It focused on the binding between them – the mix of symbiote and flesh – and started imagining a difference. Being made of something so fluid and flexible, it encouraged the wolf’s body to follow along, altering as it went.
Thicker shoulders burst outward, bubbling into being. Not full dragon, but some, bits of fluff mixing with the scales. The wolf’s arms grew outward, not huge, not massive – not so large as this Azorious in the wolf’s mind – but thicker, harder than he could have gotten on his own. The beginning of wings started to bubble out of the wolf’s back, spreading upward, backward, dripping as they flowed into place.
Ooooooh, dragon-wolf. Really cool.
Dee smiled, feeling a strange rush of heat to its cheeks at the compliment. It continued the transformation, altering the wolf’s tail to something thicker at the base, but no less massive. The end was tipped with a paintbrush of ‘fluff,’ still made of the same rubbery material as the symbiote itself, but at least a nod toward the wolf’s old body.
Muscles. Powerful muscles. Draconic muscles. They spread over the wolf’s core, making it pop with new abs, and up his chest, right to the pecs –
A thought flitted between the wolf and itself, and Dee paused. It reached for the little nubs, considered, then –
Ah!
Lykus moaned inside their head as Dee pulled and twisted. The symbiote-flesh pushed in and pulled down, forming a pair of doorknocker rings that hung from their nipples. It was a bit different, but it didn’t understand the reason for the reaction until –
“Ah!”
It pulled on them and moaned. It felt…good. The same kind of good, though not so intense as when it had been between Lykus’s legs and exploring. It pulled its hands down, staring at them for a moment before looking back at the piercings.
“Does it…always feel like that?”
Mmmph, noooooo, but that was really hot. Can you pierce other places like that? That didn’t hurt at all.
“I can – well, I can change most things.”
Oooooooh. How much?
“A lot.”
Bigger dick?
“Well…”
It looked down at the shaft between their legs. Now that they had a chance to look at it properly, tapered, knotted, everything, it was hard to imagine that it needed to be bigger. It was twenty inches long, and that meant that it was longer than Dee’s body had been before finding a host.
“Does it need it?”
Bigger’s hotter. But it’s up to you. I want your first time to be fun, too. And wow, this is a cool body. Really different – and sooooooft. Oh, that squishy stuff is so weird, but really cool.
“Well…you are being really nice…I guess…”
The symbiote looked down at their cock. It didn’t match the memories that it was getting from Lykus’s side of things. Twenty inches, yes, and knotted with a tapered tip, yes. But rather than being pink and fleshy, it was completely black from base to tip, save for two purple lines that ran along the sides and glowed with the host’s heartbeat.
Remembering to breathe again, Dee reached down. Curious, it curled its fingers around the knot and squeezed –
“Gah!”
Guh!
And stumbled to its knees. The sheer rush of pleasure that came from that touch was far more than it had been ready for, but at the same time, it hadn’t let go. It stared at the throbbing, pulsing thing between its fingers, shaking its head in disbelief.
“Is that…”
Oh, it gets better, but – GAH! Gentle, gentle with the knot, please, hoooo boy.
“Sorry.”
Heh, it’s okay, you’re not used to it. Just, uh, take it – mmmmmmmm!
Lykus whimpered, but so did Dee as it stroked. There was just so much there. If it wasn’t always that sensitive – fuck – how did the hosts ever get anything done when they had bodies that felt this good?
Dee pushed them back their feet, walking its host to the wall so that they could lean against it. Stroke, stroke, stroke, its other hand moving down to the sac. A little pull, and it started to expand –
Mmmmmmmm!
And the new weight was even better. Big cock, big balls – Dee didn’t know why it felt so good to have them, or to touch them, but the symbiote wasn’t going to question it.
It didn’t take long before the body’s need and instincts started to take over. It thrust against its hand, Lykus’s happy little whimper-moans in the back of its head getting louder and louder as it gave itself over to the pleasure of humping. Forward, back, forward, back, ramming its knot against its fist, clenching tighter and –
Gooooooood, getting bigger!
They were, Dee realized. Bigger, though not particularly thicker. The tight grip was pulling their cock longer like it was some kind of candy. It was twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four inches long already, and dripping a black ooze. Same kind of black droplets that ran down the rest of its body, like sweat, but stickier and clingier to anything that it touched.
God, I look sexy.
“Mmmph…”
You can –
“Not…not stopping…”
Okay, we’ll probably cum in a few minutes at this rate.
“Not stopping…then either…”
…Oh, you’re going to be fun.
Dee didn’t know what that meant. What it did know was that touching the dick gave it feelings that it had never had before. It felt…good, better than good, to touch itself, and to have all these feelings, and to have a body.
And it wanted more.
It needed more.
The End
Summary: Kink-Tober the 9th, and this time, we’re focusing on the symbiote kink. Just in a different sort of way. Not often we have the symbiote POV the whole way through, after all.