[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 2 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] As night fell, Simon remained in the clinic. He could have left and gone to one of his innumerable boy toys that existed throughout the universe – several universes, to be precise – but there was something about the rat that he had met today that still had his attention, and he wanted to make sure that it got the attention that it deserved. The black-furred panther leaned over the microscope and cocked his head to the side as he saw the same thing repeating over and over in the semen sample on the slide. It wasn’t some biological marker, nor was it something that others might have gotten more worried about in the more professional medical circles. After all, the microscope itself – much like all the other devices in his office – wasn’t precisely of the normal variety. Everything had been altered by his power to do its job better, more sensually, and in the case of the microscope, to look for things that other, more mundane devices, could never see. “Never seen that much potential before,” Simon muttered as he leaned back from the eye-hole. “Certainly not from someone so…” The only word that he could think of for Aiden was ‘disappointing.’ Admittedly, the rat species was one that was hard to see as anything but disappointing, but this one had been particularly so. It was one thing when they were tiny, minute little things that were more suitable for being pushed around, chased, dominated, but Mr. McFergus hadn’t had that sort of build. He had been average. Painfully, boringly average from head to toe, with balls that weren’t as large as the bigger rats nor as pathetically small as the weaker ones, without the wide hips of the breedable males nor the large cocks of the few alpha rats that he had seen in his life. There was nothing there that suggested anything special, but every time that he looked through the microscope at the slide, he saw evidence of something potentially amazing. The incubus looked down again. As the sperm cells swam around the glass slide, he could just make out the other sparks of manhood. The microscope had been modified to look at the masculinity of the samples put under it, coloring the liquid to show just how powerful and virile it was. Not just in the case of how much sperm was put out, but also measuring strength, determination, sex drive, and more. There was much to measure someone else by, after all, and the microscope found it all. A male in nothing but dick would have presented as a cold blue, while those that were particularly, aggressively male would have been showing a deep red and gold, twisting together in a vibrant display of color. Those in the middle would have shown some lower reds, maybe some gentle pinks, but none of the gold. In Aiden’s case, it was [i]all[/i] gold, which was…unusual. The gold was usually reserved as an accent for those that were growing, getting stronger, more masculine, more ‘alpha’ in their behavior, but never as a solo color. It intrigued him, and he wasn’t sure that he liked being intrigued by someone so…ordinary. “Maybe we need to take a closer look at him…” It wasn’t what he normally spent his nights doing, but Simon supposed that it was worth trying. He had, after all, been spending quite a few nights in self-indulgence. He could take a night to put a little work in. The black-furred feline got to his feet, rolling his arms back and pointing his hands behind him. The white lab coat fell off, and the clothes that he wore under it faded away in a shimmering green line. In seconds, he was completely naked, cock already hanging down and swaying from side to side as it was released from his clothing, and he sighed in relief from the sheer lack of compression down there. He reached down and fondled himself, rolling his balls between his fingers, encouraging his cock to keep rising up for a few seconds before letting go of it. He took the sample from beneath the microscope, holding it up to the office light. A little green glowed at the tips of his fingers as he touched them to the seed, feeling the life and energy in it. Fading, yes, considering that it had been spent and donated nearly eight hours ago, but it was present enough for him to use it. Simon closed his eyes, breathing in and taking in the dying musk of the rat’s seed. [i]Aiden…McFergus…[/i] Any incubus could track their prey through the leavings of lust, but Simon was better than that. The incubus had long practiced linking himself to his prey with their lust and seed, and he got more than a direction for the rat. He got a portal to the man’s bedroom. A hole in the air opened for the panther, and he smiled as he saw the sleeping form of the rodent on the other side. No clothes over his shoulder, blankets in disarray but barely hiding most of the key bits of anatomy: perfect. Putting the slide down on the table, Simon stepped through. The green light at the edge of the portal border closed behind him, dimming the room once more, and he looked down at the white-furred rat with a small smile. All other things being equal, Aiden wasn’t unpleasant to look at. He could have been much more engaging, more muscular, more powerful and potent – more hunky, in short – but he wasn’t unappealing. It was just that his appealing traits were buried beneath the more boring ones, and that would take time to correct. He walked closer, standing at the side of the bed. A quick look around confirmed that the young man had his own place rather than just another college dorm, though it was clear that he had been going to college on his paperwork. Doing well, but not great, from the signs of it, and not doing much to get better, judging from the dust that had settled on everything and the lack of cleaning. Of course, Simon didn’t push men to be clean, but he did push his chosen toys to be more…ambitious with their lives. Ambitious and hedonistic, wanton and eager, and that was something that was clearly missing from Aiden’s right at that moment. [i]Why are you so intriguing?[/i] he thought, stroking a finger along the rat’s slender arm. [i]You should be boring, empty, useless…[/i] And yet, the rat was anything but. Simon wanted to be closer, to find out why he had such potential, but there were no outward signs. He leaned closer, bending at the waist as he ran his hands slightly more firmly against the rodent’s arm. He probed at the muscles, feeling them, teasing them, drawing some bits of pleasure out of them with magical strokes. They clenched under his hands, tensing, showing off a little bit more, and he was surprised to find that they were still fairly strong despite being so small. [i]Hmmm, perhaps he works out without thinking about it…all that tension has to do something…[/i] But there was more than that. The probing wasn’t merely physical; he could feel the same glowing potential in the rat’s muscles as he had seen in his seed, which meant that the masculinity in this little man was as pervasive as it was powerful. It was all the way through his body, waiting for something to come and push it to the forefront. It had been buried by something or other – perhaps something traumatic – and he had yet to actually let it out again. [i]Hmmm, hmmm…[/i] The more that he pushed at the rat, the more that he found that intrigued him. He had come here half-hoping to find something that would get rid of his fascination, and instead, he was finding himself more intrigued by the minute. Simon walked around the bed, touching, prodding, pushing at every major muscle group to see if there was anything deficient in the body. There was not. That same average-ness was spread all the way through the rat’s limbs, down his core, through his back and shoulders. It took him a full circuit of the body for the possibility to occur to him. [i]Why would everything be average on someone so…whipped?[/i] Simon’s lips turned up in a slow grin as he thought that through. After all, Aiden had confessed that he had been with someone that had broken up with him, someone that had been clearly more in-charge than the rat himself had been. Probably someone that had been calling the shots, dominating him, pushing him around after he’d admitted that he wanted kids. There were females that went down that route, seizing hold of greater control to make sure that their own freedom wasn’t infringed on. [i]Was that what happened to you? Getting whipped…broken…[/i] If so, the average-ness that the rat had was something of a miracle. Someone that went through that would have shrunk in on themselves, getting weaker, smaller, and yet, there was nothing less than average on the young rat’s body. He had maintained himself in some strange way, staying masculine, just not…exceptional. And if he could do that… [i]Maybe you have more to you than I thought. Maybe…you just need a little help.[/i] He chuckled, the sound soft but deep in his chest. His cock twitched as he slid into bed with the rat, his hand going down to the rodent’s shaft. Nothing huge, nothing small, just enough to fill his hand and give it plenty to squeeze and stroke without going overboard. He leaned in, giving it the smallest of sniffs. There was some musk there, a little hint of the aphrodisiac lube from the clinic, but something else under that. A little bit of the huffing scent that some of his toys had, something that could be built on. There was a foundation, one that just had been repressed for too long. [i]You’ve been around too many females begging for worship. It’s time to remind your body what sort of pleasures can be had with men.[/i] He stroked Aiden’s cock, giving it plenty of the attention that it had been lacking for who knew how long. His fingers were gentle, but skilled, working the shaft until it was fully hard, twitching for him, and the rat himself groaned, huffing under his breath as his hips lifted from the bed. “That’s it…get yourself ready for me…” “Mmmph…” The rodent’s cock was soon as hard as it was going to get. Simon already knew that it wouldn’t hit the spots that he was used to getting pleasured from his other toys, but it would be good enough. More to the point, the pleasures of a demon’s ass would be more than sufficient, even through a dream, to remind the rat of the pleasure that he was [i]not[/i] getting. Soon enough, he would be completely drowned in the need for sex. He rolled himself over, straddling the sleeping rodent. Aiden stirred, but only for a moment before he pressed a hand to the rat’s forehead and pushed him back down, pushing him deeper into sleep. No need for him to get up, no need for him to see what was happening so early in their little relationship. And the heat of that cock told him that, no matter how sheepish the rodent had been in the clinic, there was still plenty of that masculine need for praise, pleasure, and wonder that could only come from a hard, rutting night of sex. He pushed back, letting it slide between his cheeks, feeling the pleasurable kiss of the head against his hole. Simon chuckled, rubbing his ass cheeks with one hand, using his tail to delicately tease the underside of the shaft and the balls just under it. Some incubi would have been embarrassed at the idea of letting a mortal inside of them. After all, they were the male demons, the ones that pushed and fucked and penetrated, not the succubus whores that would lay there and take it. But they were missing out; the pleasures of the ass were something that were not to be underestimated. He pushed back, just enough to let the head pass through his rim. Feeling so little, he sighed, shaking his head. “I guess I’ll have to take this into my own hands just a little bit…” Tracing a circle around his hole, he focused his power around his pucker. It pulled in tight as the circle closed, the green light of his magic glowing from his eyes and his ass at the same time – “Mmmm, that’s better…” The hot feeling of a cock passing a tight hole was just what he needed after a long, stressful day at the clinic. So many straight boys that didn’t want to think about another man around, so many people that thought he was the pervert when he could feel every desire in their heads. They thought that they were all upright and proud and that he was the deviant. If they only knew what others would say to the various fantasies running through their heads. He pushed back, Aiden’s cock feeling bigger than it was due to the tightening spell. Each little swivel of his hips pushed it further in, tickling a different part of his inner walls, until he was all the way down at the base. Not much in length, nor in girth, but it was enough to make him feel it. The panther smiled, rubbing his groin, feeling the tension behind it and the light weight of a fleshy shaft against his prostate. “Mmmm, yes…dream of a wet hole, Aiden…dream of what you’re missing…” “Mmmph…ah…” It was clearly having some effect; he could feel the lust rising in the mortal under him, and more than that, he felt the stiffness and veininess of the shaft inside him getting more and more prominent. He chuckled under his breath, resting his hands against the rat’s thighs for some leverage, and slowly started to ride. Up, down, up, down, each little thrust of his hips dragging that throbbing cock against his inner walls and pulling it against his rim. He could feel the soft ‘pops’ of the head almost sliding out before he sucked it right back in, and savored that along with the sensation of his cock rising, falling, rising, falling from the slow up and down motions. Simon closed his eyes, focusing on the heat around his rim from the constant friction and the way that his cock slapped against the rat’s belly when he came down. Up. Down. Up. Down. The rhythm was easy to keep, and his breath caught in his throat more than once as he angled his hips just enough to catch the head of the rat’s cock against his prostate on the way in. In short order, Simon was fucking himself to a dripping state, and he utterly adored it. The messy, slippery, slimy nature of the whole thing was just what an incubus needed; wanton and debauched. It didn’t take long before the small apartment bedroom was filled with the scent of sex, hot and wet and getting stronger with each passing minute. The incubus breathed it in, enjoying the smell of his own power and the growing odor of the man beneath him. Sooner or later, Aiden would find that desire himself, the need to push and grow. The power that he had seen in the other man’s seed spoke of someone that could become truly massive, mighty, a man among men. It was buried, but it could come back. It was forgotten, but it could be remembered. [i]Mmmm, and if you can feel like this with this small little thing…imagine what you could have if you had someone to give you what you need…[/i] He rode faster, taking it deeper, fucking himself on it. No matter how tight he made himself, it was still only seven inches long, smaller by three inches than his average, and not nearly thick enough to make up for it. Regardless, he enjoyed it as any incubus could enjoy sex, sighing as he rolled his hips up and down it. The rat, too, seemed to be enjoying himself. At the very least, his moans were getting louder, getting more distinct against the rest of the noises he was making. He panted, starting to thrust up in his sleep, and little whimpers and begging sounds were getting more and more prominent. “Mmmph…ah…” “That’s it. Just give in to the pleasure.” “Ah…so…so…” “Sleep in pleasure…dream of bliss…” Simon’s words were laced with magic, the sort of power that would encourage the dreams to get dirtier, more stimulating, more enjoyable. Each little smack of his ass against the rat’s crotch smeared them both with sweat and pre-cum, messing them slightly and making them wetter, slimier. The rat’s belly was completely soaked with demonic pre-cum, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Simon was taking care with his power, that would have been saturating the other male in corruption, as well. Not yet. Not yet. He wanted to see where this would go. This was getting more and more interesting with each potential outcome that came to mind. Simon was getting off on the possibilities of corruption that could happen with this Mr. McFergus. What would the white-furred rat become? Someone that craved ass? Someone that would bend others over and rut them? Or perhaps some muscle-stud that liked getting it up his ass, worshipers lining up to take their turns to lick and suck and fuck him? Or would he become one of the alpha rats that the panther had seen in other worlds, big, powerful men that owned their rutting needs and just put other bitches in their places? Whatever Aiden became, it would be under him, under the power of a proper incubus to guide him and show him what he needed to do with that big, fucking cock. The panther’s eyes closed tightly as he sped up, ramming his hips down over and over again, the wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh, fur on fur, getting louder and louder. [i]Good thing that you’re not living in a college dorm or someone would have come to check on us by now,[/i] he thought, groaning to himself as he felt his balls rising up. [i]Going to paint you. Soak you.[/i] He didn’t even have to touch his cock; the pleasure of that slippery shaft sliding in and out of him was more than enough stimulation to push the panther over the edge. Up, down, up, down, up – Smack. Down. “Mmmmmmm…” Simon purred as he went over the edge, his cock spasming as he came and came hard, spitting his seed all over the sleeping rat’s chest and face. Spurt, spurt, spurt went his cock, shooting white ropes laced with green light over the smaller male. He clenched down, pulling, milking…but not quite pushing that cock to go over the edge. Not yet, not yet. No matter how satisfying it would have been, not quite yet. He reached out with his power as he calmed down, feeling the shaft throbbing away inside of him. One hand pressed to the rat’s head, the other reached down and gently cupped his balls and – [i]Evelyn…[/i] “Mmm, dreaming of your ex…pity.” It was to be expected, of course. There was only so much to be hoped for when it came to someone that repressed himself like this, even in the world of dreams. Aiden had come to the clinic with frankly pathetic levels of lust and confidence, and the dreams reflected that. The rat woman in the dream was completely in charge, dominating him, keeping him pinned and using his cock as little more than a dildo. Effective, of course, and certainly one thing that Simon would use him for, eventually, but there were other things that his toys deserved. For all that he owned them and enjoyed putting them to work, he had his own need to see a man live as a man. “You pathetic little rat…you know better than that,” he muttered, his other hand cupping those balls a little more firmly. Not quite squeezing them, but lifting them and gripping them just a little more than he needed to. “Yes, you know where you belong…under someone, but getting what you want…what you [i]need…[/i]” “Mmmph…” “You need something…more than children…more than her…you need sex.” “Sex…” The dream was shifting. The rat’s girlfriend was still there, still present, but there was something more from Aiden this time. Not much more, barely enough for the rat to grip his dream-girlfriend’s hips and pull her down on his cock rather than just having her ride him, but that was something. It was a hint of taking charge, just a small clue towards showing his own needs rather than being there for someone else’s. “That’s it…You can feel it…the hunger…the rutting need…” A little magic. Not much, but just a little, pushing that libido a little higher than it had been. Just enough for it to start burning and catching the rat’s attention during his day to day life. Such a low sex drive, repressed and pushed down to avoid making his girlfriend angry. No more of that. “You need to get off…need to cum…need to find someone that will take care of those needs…” “Mmm…” “Your balls are so full…so…eager…” And they’d get more eager, too, considering the zinc supplements that he had prescribed for the young man. He would imagine that Aiden would be needing new underwear with just how big his balls were going to get, not to mention how productive they would become. Even if the rat tried to hold onto those prudish ways, those low-confidence ideals, his own body would flood his brain with need. Loyalty to those old girlfriend-dreams would start to fade. Perhaps he would even start to seek out other women, though even Simon believed that would take some time. There wasn’t enough of that alpha-rat energy in Aiden yet. He needed a little bit more than just the supplements and the protein shakes and this little midnight visit. But he would fall. Eventually, he would fall to temptation. And when he did? Oh, Simon looked forward to being there to pick up the pieces. “Yes. Dream of your needs…tonight…let your fantasies…free.” One last little green flash, and he let go. It would be enough to keep his newest patient honest with himself for the rest of the night, and would probably lead to a little embarrassment for the little rat in the morning. After all, when one had their mental vault of fantasies cracked open and played out in a night of wet dreams, one quickly found out that they weren’t nearly as vanilla as they thought they were. He felt one last pulse of pleasure through the cock in his ass as he slid forward, popping it free before it could blow. It would have been a tragedy to end the night like that, considering that the longer Aiden stayed pent up before blowing his load the more effect the corruption would have. Considering how much the rat had held back already, Simon imagined that the eventual explosion would be quite the sight, and he looked forward to seeing it happen. For now, though, he reached for one of the condoms on the nightstand. Unrolling it, he delicately slid the latex sleeve down the rat’s cock, pulling it all the way to the base and pinching it off. Not much of a cover, really, but if the rodent happened to cum in his sleep, at least this way most of it would be trapped for later research. “And as for you…” Smiling, the panther leaned over the cum-soaked rat. It was a simple act of feline cleaning, something that he had done for multiple individuals over the centuries. He dragged his tongue from the rodent’s stomach up to his neck, the sandpapery nature of his tongue gathering all that spent seed of his and filling his mouth. He swallowed it down with ease; it was hardly a shame to eat one’s own product, after all. Lick. Lick. Lick. He tasted the rat from waist to neck, and here and there along his face. He was soft and sweaty, a little bit warm, and more than lustful. His dreams were likely a storm of need at this point, turbulent and completely different to what his real life had been with his girlfriend. The panther chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down, kissing the rat’s forehead before stepping back from the bed. “Rest well, and dream of endless need…” There was no need to encourage the rodent further, he imagined; that condom was already starting to balloon at the tip with pre-cum, and it was going to be sagging before the night was over, he was all but sure. Time enough to play with that when Aiden came back to the clinic for a second appointment. [i]Will you be there next week? Or sooner?[/i] It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Eventually, Aiden would come back to the clinic, and when he did, they would have a little ‘check-up’ on the rat’s progress. He would take the time to measure everything growing by daylight, and he would be able to encourage the rodent to take further steps. Encourage, of course, rather than force. The greatest corruption came when someone made the decision to change all on their own, and any interference in that lessened the pure pleasure of the fall. With a final gesture, he covered Aiden up to the waist with his blankets, and then turned away. The same portal that brought him here opened to take him back to his clinic, and he stepped through without a word. As it snapped shut behind him, he looked around the back room. It was filled with various samples, some old, some new, but all well-preserved aside from the one that had gone stale on the microscope. He ran his fingers along the various shelves, taking his time to feel the lust that the machine had preserved for him, savoring the different tastes of different men that had left their auras behind for him to play with. Here, a horse, thick and strong, full of life but with very little left to live. A bit of cancer in that one, untouched and unknown, but soon to bloom into something that would take him in a year’s time. Perhaps he would be willing to make a deal in the future, if Simon gave him the knowledge that it was happening. Here, an elephant, thick-shouldered and broad-backed. Older than his usual playthings, but someone that had taken the time to keep himself in shape and do what he could to keep the ravages of time from taking hold. Thick cock, long enough to touch someone’s ribs if he got too into it, barely needed any sort of work. That man was looking for a boy-toy, and perhaps Simon would be able to connect him to one. And here, the much-rarer seed of a phoenix. The bird had come in, looking like he was on the edge of his next life, and Simon had helped him store a bit of his past essence. Despite the impending conflagration, the bird’s seed was as rich as a fine wine, and he looked forward to having a little taste of that. In fact… He pulled the canister down from the shelf, taking care not to shake it too much, and carried it out of the room. Making his way to the small café that he kept for himself past the waiting rooms, he pulled down a glass and laid it on the table. “What would it hurt for a little indulgence?” he muttered, popping the top of the canister. “Mmm…” The rich aroma of bird cum and well-aged lust sent a tingle of pleasure through him from head to toe. He breathed it in, feeling the low-level memory of past pleasures running through his body. Ghostly hands and cocks and tongues danced along his chest and his thighs, giving him hints of the good pleasures that the phoenix would have enjoyed over the course of his current life. It faded quickly, of course, as the scent pleasures always did, and he capped off the canister once more. It should hold for another few months before the air inside degraded the cum quality, but he imagined that he’d have more before then. Setting it aside, he sat down with his glass of poured seed, giving it a swish. It was slime and little more, not quite obeying the laws of physics, but he smiled as he tilted it back and had his first taste. It was a lovely vintage, and he closed his eyes to enjoy his deep dive into the darker debaucheries of the fire bird… # Aiden woke with a groan, feeling hotter and sweatier than he usually did after a night of sleep. He rubbed his forehead, huffing through his nose as he sat up – “Huh?” Looking down at his blankets, he could feel something off about his morning wood. The rat pulled the blanket out of the way and blinked. “The hell…” His cock was wrapped in one of the condoms that the doctor had asked him to pick up. He didn’t remember putting that on before going to sleep, but…well, he had been a little out of it, and he’d not quite managed to finish edging, and – Maybe he’d put it on without being aware of it, as a just-in-case measure? Maybe? It was hard to remember; he’d been rather out of it, and more than a little depressed when he finally dropped to sleep. And his dreams… Aiden pressed his hand to his forehead. He remembered the dreams more vividly than usual. They’d started out the same as ever, with him thinking of Evelyn and the times that she’d ridden him, allowing him to get his cock inside her and giving her the chance to…get off, he supposed. He wanted her to get pregnant, and he remembered vividly how many times he had asked her if she’d bend the rules just once, to just have one kid, but – Well, that hadn’t gone over very well. His dreams had long-since turned to being little more than her dildo rather than some of his other fantasies. Last night, however… The white-furred rat blushed, rubbing his cheeks as he remembered some of the things that he’d gotten up to in his dreams. He’d pushed her head down into the pillows, holding her there, fucking her so hard that she started to beg him to take off the condom and cum in her. The begging words rang out in his ears, making him shiver from how intensely they affected him, even now. His cock jumped, making him all the more aware of the bubble of pre-cum at the tip of the condom. [i]She’d never do that…[/i] Just like she’d never have let him put it up her ass, or pin her down and fuck her face, or any number of other things that had happened in the dream. She was too reserved for that, too focused on the rest of her life. She didn’t want to deal with that, and he honestly couldn’t entirely blame her. They were…very selfish fantasies. And yet, they were still very effective, considering the fact that his dick was bobbing up and down and begging him to finish the job that his dreams had started. He almost gave in, but managed to resist at the last moment. He kept his hands to his sides as he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Stopping to look at himself in the mirror, he ran his hands over his chest. His fur was all mussed, sweaty and slick from whatever had left him so heated in the night, and he didn’t smell his freshest, that was for sure. He smelled rather…rather sexual, and he doubted that his coworkers or fellow students would be very happy about his smell. “Shower.” Gently pulling off the condom and tying it off, he left it by the sink before stepping into the shower. Hot water would wash away the rest of his shame and embarrassment, and then he could get started with a new day. And maybe, just maybe, he’d get the time to get to the gym between work and studies. It was a hope, at least. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Simon goes to examine his new subject, and finds that there’s a few things that he might be able to enjoy there. Tags: M/M, Sleep Sex, Somnophilia, Demon, Incubus, Panther, Rat, Anal, Riding, Corruption, Mind Control, Series, Alterations, Magic, Cum Eating, Cum, Orgasm, Condom, Teasing,