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Wrong Stop

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by RPadi

There is a strange serenity that can only be found on long, straight roads in the desert. Bheni still remembered the hours of his childhood spent in the passenger seat, looking through the window as the sun set down, projecting long noodle-looking shadows over the orange ground. His uncle was driving, usually topless or with a greasy tank top. He liked to keep the radio down off and enjoy the sound of the big wheels against the asphalt, and the roar of the engine moving the 18-wheeler red truck; Bheni came to love that melody, it soothed his soul and put a smile on his face.

It was incredible how something so simple could define the rest of his life. Bheni knew he wanted to live on the road--each trip he took with his uncle did nothing but reinforce that wish. The young dragon took the trucker job as soon as he got the age and experience to be behind the wheel, and since then, he had spent more time behind the wheel than anywhere else. Some things changed as he continued growing up, and his vehicle and cargo weren't always the same. But the one thing that remained the same was the time he spent on the road, with the engine roaring as he drove towards the horizon.

The last job was rather simple: all he had to take with him was a black suitcase. Bheni didn't care that much about the legality of certain packages, only about doing a good job. That's why he didn't put too much thought into the tall lion dressed in black that delivered the suitcase in an empty parking lot. When it came to smuggling, the safest choice was not to know anything about the cargo--curiosity was lethal, especially considering how heavy the package was.

The client insisted on Bheni driving a Sedan to his destination, as it was quick and discreet when compared to his truck. The blue dragon obliged, but that didn't mean he was happy with his choice--the wheel was smaller and he had a bad time getting used to the fabric seat. Its aspect was also generic and cheap, almost used, although Bheni had the feeling they gave it that look to precisely maintain a low profile. The only benefit was the speed, so he was confident he would finish the job in no time. And while the experience wasn't the same, he still had his chance to enjoy the view and the straight--and seemingly endless--dessert roads.

He kept the tradition of having the radio off and the window down. The right hand kept the wheel straight while his left arm was outside, surfing through the gusts of air as the black Sedan crossed the deserts of New Mexico. The route taken was old and rarely used nowadays, which made it perfect for smugglers and drivers who wanted a panoramic journey. No longer on any map, it was a path only known by memory--Bheni couldn't count how many times he traveled through there. For the common eye, the panorama was completely similar, but the blue dragon had it imprinted in his mind, and he knew exactly where he was.

His first yawn was all he needed to know to stop. Bheni never drove tired. Neither he used drugs like many truckers to stay awake. He knew his limits and refused to go beyond them, aware that he was responsible for a 40-ton monster made of steel and full of diesel. And while he wasn't behind his truck for that job, he still valued safety above all things.

Luckily for him, he knew of an abandoned diner some miles away. It was a much better option than staying on one side of the road, where he was prone to get into an accident. The sun projected longer shadows to his left. The night was already preying upon him. Bheni held the wheel tightly with both hands and stepped on the gas to arrive faster,

The exhaustion was already taking over him when he reached the old building. The sign next to the road was rusty and he couldn't make sense of what the neon letters displayed on it years ago, but the dragon imagined many tired drivers took it as a lighthouse in the middle of the dark sea that the desert was during the night. It was a blessing he made it there before the sun disappeared on the horizon. Lowering the speed to the minimum, Bheni parked next to the broken pump stations and turned the engine off with a sigh. Next to him was the heavy suitcase, probably made of some metal with synthetic leather to cover it, judging by its weight. He took it with him and stepped out of the vehicle.

Nothing felt better than stretching the legs after a long driving session. The blue dragon felt so relieved to have the blood flowing better all over his body. Following his uncle's tradition, he wore loose clothes to stay fresh during those hours under the sun. Hanging from his shoulders and covering the clear blue chest was a pink worn-out tank top, its cloth already thin enough from the sweat that anyone could tear it apart with little effort. The green cargo pants had oil stains that Bheni didn't care to remove, considering how hard was to keep them clean while giving the truck some maintenance. Bheni didn't share the strong musculature of other dragons, leaning more to an average body frame that matched his 6ft of height. He came from a family that was characterized by having a smoother look on his scales, also an uncommon trait. His silver mohawk, going from his brow and between his horns to turn into a mane in the back of his head, danced along with the cold breeze that greeted him. The big green eyes moved all over the ruined pump station, and his hand instinctively went for the nuzzle, even when he knew there was no gas on it. Bheni didn't care to leave it back where it was as he walked towards the building, slightly threatened by its creepy appearance.

The red and white paint peeled off years ago, leaving the now rusty steel structure exposed to the elements. All windows were covered from the inside with newspaper, including the door, which also had a very old chain that immediately gave up after a good pull from the dragon. The rattle it made worried him for a moment, afraid that he could have attracted someone's attention. However, as the double doors opened on their own, his nose didn't perceive any other scent besides moisture and dust, which was a good sign. He still kept his left claw ready just in case someone tried to jump on him as he walked into the dark diner.

It took his eyes a moment to adapt, but he had a good view of the furniture around him. Bheni left the suitcase over the bar and took a look at his cell phone. It didn't surprise him to see how weak the signal was there, and the three attempts to get in touch with YongSeop failed. With a sigh, Bheni closed the doors behind him and went on to inspect the rest of the diner, using his cell phone's lantern. The menus and more newspapers were scattered all over the floor. Bheni made sure to check all the place to confirm he was alone; his nose perceived nothing but the dust accumulated after years of abandon, but nothing else. And after he noticed the backdoor was also chained from the inside, the blue dragon felt safe. He went back to the front and tried several seats before finding one that didn't creak under his weight. He was sure his uncle would understand a small delay, so the blue dragon closed his eyes and relaxed for a bit, using his arms as a pillow over the bar.

The silence was oddly relaxing. It didn't take long for Bheni to fall asleep under all that calm. He went down having no thoughts crossing his head, no worries or fears. It was just another stop, like many others he had done in the past. The legality of whatever he was transporting didn't make it any different. He never thought if he was doing right in taking with him whatever was in that suitcase. Bheni was only doing his job and nothing else. No reason to question it. No reason to worry. He fell asleep knowing he was some hours away from finishing his job.

If only he had questioned at least for a moment what was inside the suitcase, he might have noticed the malfunction in its lock. An act so innocent and simple as dropping it over the bar was all the mechanism needed to fail, opening a small escape window to whatever was inside it. But Bheni didn't count on that. He was only carrying a suitcase. And what difference would it have made knowing what was inside? Not even the lion who carried it previously was aware of the malfunction. It didn't matter until that precise moment.

Some cars passed by the diner now and then. its lights illuminated the precinct through the small gaps in the windows. It was enough to reveal briefly the black substance spreading through the walls like a spiderweb. Each time a car drove by, the tendrils covered a bigger area. And it got bigger and bigger as the night fell upon the desert. Not a single driver stopped to think about the black Sedan parked out of the diner. It was none of their business to question that. And while the diner's windows were big enough, the newspaper also helped to conceal the strange substance invading it. All they saw was another building abandoned building, like many others found along the route.

YongSeop was ok with being a smuggler. It paid well. Sure, the dragon had certain restrictions to what and what not he would transport, and he got lucky enough to deny a very few number of jobs during his entire career. When his nephew told him he wanted to be a trucker like him, he knew it was a matter of time before Bheni discovered that particular job. The best course of action was to let the young dragon decide his approach, trusting he would take the same smart choices that had helped YongSeop stay out of the law's radar.

His nephew didn't disappoint him and was now making fame of his own--both as a trucker and as a smuggler. He went from occupying the passenger seat to working alongside him, sharing info and snarky comments through the radio with him and all the other truckers around. It still puzzled him why of all the jobs he could've taken, Bheni decided to go for that. But he didn't mind. He loved having his nephew around.

What he didn't love was having to sit tight and wait for the package to arrive. His soul had an inch that only the road could scratch. YongSeop belonged to the highway it was his home. For him, staying in a parking lot with nothing to do was the source of excruciating pain. But he had no choice but to wait for Bheni to arrive so he could take the package the rest of the way. His nephew was assigned the longest stretch of the journey, something that YongSeop deeply envied considering the route he took.

There wasn't a lot to do in the small town where he was waiting, but he managed to kill some time by watching a movie, having a good meal, and buying some clothes. But once again, it was a small town, so it had no actual nightlife. The orange dragon went back to his truck to rest until Bheni arrived. He sat at the driver's seat, a huge wall of muscles and scales painted in orange. Time had painted in silver the mane he was so proud of--similar to Bheni's, but larger enough to make two braids out of it. His horns were also thicker and slightly curved upwards, and two black stripes decorated each arm. He sighed, and his green eyes inspected all the cars passing by, hoping to find Bheni's one.

But minutes passed by, and the wait became tortuous enough to distort his concept of time. The orange dragon moved from side to side on his seat, rested his head over the wheel, looked out through the window to check if his nephew was close, and all of that happened in less than five minutes. YongSeop would go crazy at that rate.

That was until a particular option crossed his mind. It didn't take long for his brain to accept it, also tempted by the public nature of the truck stop where he was waiting--maybe not a lot, but enough to satisfy that kink he recently acquired. YongSeop pulled down his pants and massaged the bulge in his underwear to make it bigger. He maintain a serene expression, checking who was around and trying not to look suspicious, even when no one could notice what he was doing from that spot.

As soon as his bulge got big enough, he pulled down his underwear to give his cock some space. The large and fat shaft jumped out, landing over the wheel. 12 inches of musky dragon cock that he held with his right hand and slowly started to jerk off. YongSeop sighed as the head got exposed. He took a deep breath after the musk reached his nose, which got him relaxed enough to stop worrying about strangers. His fingers wrapped around the meat, squeezing softly to make it throb. He pulled up the window just to get the smell to concentrate. His left hand reached for his pecs, which were getting more and more sensitive as his lust also increased.

His mind revisited previous hookups he had on the job, either with people he fucked in the small cabin behind him or through glory holes found in the least expected bathroom. Eventually, he stopped at the image of a young tiger that wanted to "pay him back" for taking him out of town. YongSeop remembered perfectly the slender shape of his sweaty body on top of him, bouncing on his cock while he tried hard not to moan.

YongSeop didn't notice when his hand increased the pace. His consciousness started to sink into his fantasy, making real each sensation as if he was back at that precise moment. His left hand moved all over his chest to mimic the tiger touching him while he begged for more in a shy and low tone, afraid that his plead could come up as a scream. His right hand was covered with all the pre that had come out, and the heat got high enough to start fogging the windows.

A deep grunt came from his throat when he went faster. He curled his toes and held his knees together, feeling the pleasure running through his body like small shocks. Behind the seat, his tail lashed from side to side, pushing everything around. It wouldn't take him long to make a mess, but he refused to lower his pace. Trapped in his memory, he wanted to come along with his past self, who left the tiger with a belly full of dragon cum.

BRRRR BRRRR

Only one thing had the power to stop him: his cell phone. YongSeop growled when he heard the vibration. And he was so close. The frustrated dragon wiped the pre from his hand on his black tank top and took the phone from the passenger seat, where he threw it minutes ago. The display said "Unknown number".

BRRRR BRRRR

The device continued vibrating in his hand. YongSeop looked at his cock slowly getting flaccid and sighed in frustration.

"You have the package?" A strong voice immediately asked when he put it against his ear.

"Not yet. He should be on his way."

No answer. He heard some voices in the background, but he couldn't make sense of what they were saying.

"Has he got in contact with you?" The voice asked again.

"Not yet. The route taken doesn't have good coverage."

No answer again, but the voices in the background sounded more worried--enough to pass it to YongSeop.

"When was the last time you had contact with him?"

"Around five hours ago. What's going on?"

The voices continued discussing in the background. YongSeop closed his eyes and focused on the call, trying to understand what they were talking about. He knew it had something to do with the package.

"... chance of a containment breach under said conditions..." one of the voices said.

The voice who called him asked again in a strong and threatening tone. "Job's canceled. We'll transfer half of the payment. Do not get in contact with the carrier under ANY circumstance, is that clear?"

"What do you mean? This is my nephew you're talking about! What the fuck happened?" YongSeop inquired.

"This job no longer concerns you. We are authorized to use lethal force if you don't follow these orders."

The call ended before he got a chance to ask again. "Hey! Hey!" YongSeop yelled, staring at the lock screen of his phone, a picture of him and Bheni on top of his truck. The dragon uttered another stronger yell out of frustration while hitting the wheel a couple of times. Containment breach? What the fuck they gave to Bheni? That was supposed to be a simple delivery, and now they have forbidden him to get in touch with him?!

Smoke was already coming out through his nostrils and maw. The dragon pulled up his pants and walked out of the truck to get some air. However, fear had taken over him already. One horrifying scenario after another crossed his mind as he tried to contact his nephew, begging it wouldn't send him to the mailbox again. YongSeop almost threw his phone to the ground out of frustration, stopping in the middle of it with his fist trembling violently.

"To hell with those guys," the dragon mumbled.

As he went back into his truck, YongSeop realized that could have been very well their last job as smugglers--or even their last job at all. The 18-wheeler departed, with his driver hoping to cross paths with a black Sedan.

It was completely dark when Bheni opened his eyes. He thought for a moment that he was still too tired to wake up, and tried to get back to sleep. But a trucker passed by at that precise moment, and the rumble he caused on its path acted like the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder. Its strong lights illuminated briefly the diner, revealing the black goo covering the walls.

That instant was all his brain needed to react. Bheni immediately jumped out of the chair and looked around the completely dark diner. While the absence of light was expected from the hour, the dragon began to realize something was off. He perceived a faint sweet scent, and the air felt more humid than when he walked in. Bheni walked backward to reach for the entrance door only to stop after he heard a loud SQUISH after he stepped over something soft and wet. "Ah!" He screamed. The dragon jumped in place and immediately took his cell phone out, using the lantern to illuminate his surroundings.

The light revealed a strange and black substance covering the entire building with tendrils of different sizes. The scare of such a vision dropped the phone from his hands, which landed over one tendril with the lantern upwards. Bheni's heart raced when the lantern illuminated more of the room, revealing the intricate web of goo spreading all over the diner, concentrated more on the roof. His mind couldn't make a simple coherent thought, baffled as it was at the sight of an inexplicable phenomenon. His instincts kicked in, and the dragon knew he had to get out of there immediately.

"The door!" He called, jumping over the tendrils to reach for the exit. But he soon realized the double doors had been covered by that same substance, leaving him trapped there. He reached for the handles, only to stop before touching the goo. Something deep inside him told him not to touch that thing. The dragon then looked around, hoping to find something, anything that he could use to try and break the goo.

His sight landed on the same chair he was sitting on. Bheni went for it to try and use it to break through, but when the stool legs pulled the substance, the dragon discovered how elastic and sticky it was, as he had to pull it harder to get it back.

"What is this...?" The dragon asked, looking at the goo that came up with the stool. He was afraid of what would happen if he touched that thing. Hopeless, he threw the stool away and looked for something else he could do. Maybe a knife or a board. But his mind told him the result would be the same regardless of what he used. And his desperation grew stronger the more he looked around.

Uncle, he thought, and went to pick up his phone from the ground. The device had landed over one of those big, black tendrils, and Bheni doubted at first, with his hand hovering over the light as if he was afraid the substance could attack at any time. Aware of the danger, he snatched the phone from the ground and saw the screen covered with some goo. With nothing else to use, he took off his tank top to wipe it clean, making visible the several missing calls received from YongSeop.

"C'mon! Pick up, pick up," Bheni begged after he returned the call, hoping for the signal to be strong enough.

"Bheni! Thank God you answered, where are you?!" YongSeop almost instantly. His voice gave the scared dragon hope and comfort. He shed a tear as the sound of the engine coming through the cell phone brought him back to reality.

"Uncle! I'm at an abandoned diner, not too far from the canyon. I need your help!"

"Kiddo, drop that suitcase right now," YongSeop continued. "I don't know what the fuck that thing has but you might be in danger."

His rushed words managed to get through his panic, and Bheni realized he had been ignoring the suitcase since the moment he woke up. Another vehicle passed by at that precise moment, and the light illuminated the diner for a moment, revealing a huge black egg over the bar, right where he left the package. Its aspect was solid, with veins running all over the surface, and the bigger tendrils came straight from it, making it the source of that substance. But there was one thing that froze Bheni's blood, and that was the visible fracture on one side.

"Leave that thing there and drive here until we meet up," YongSeop continued, but his words were no longer reaching his nephew.

The blue dragon walked over the egg, no longer caring about stepping over the tendrils. SQUISH. SQUISH. Some got crushed under his weight, splashing black goo all over his paws. Another driver passed by, and the light made the fracture more visible. Bheni heard the tires over asphalt as the vehicle continued its way. A cold sweat ran down his spine. SQUISH. SQUISH. His paws were no longer stepping over the tendrils and yet he heard them being crushed. It came from behind the bar. The dragon heard the roar of the engine through the cell phone, but it no longer brought him any kind of comfort.

"Bheni? Bheni, answer me!" YongSeop demanded.

"Uncle... I'm trapped in the diner. I... this thing had trapped me," Bheni replied, his voice getting weaker by the second.

"Trapped? What thing?! Bheni, what's going on?"

"Please, hurry. The diner isn't too far from the canyon, right before the-"

The call ended. Bheni looked at the screen and saw the signal had died again. He stared blankly at the screen for several seconds until another SQUISH caught his attention back. He turned the lantern on again and, gathering what was left of his courage, took a look at the back of the egg. It was broken. His heart skipped a beat. There were still fragments of the suitcase visible under the egg and the roots coming out of it. It made no sense a living thing could be inside it.

Against his will, his mind became the impossible task to find a logical explanation for what was going on, all of it while looking around in fear of being attacked by an unknown entity. He reminded the news covered a small meteor impact some months ago in a rural area, followed by crops dying around the area. Some conspiracy theories popped up on the web, but none of them gathered attention after it was discovered a local factory poisoned the water. But... was it possible that those theories were true? Was a living organism discovered inside the meteor? But why would they give two smugglers the job to transport it? Unless it had been stolen. It's nonsense, Bheni thought, holding a hand against his temple in an attempt to calm down his headache. But he couldn't deny the extraterrestrial look of the egg and all the goo covering the diner.

SQUISH. SQUISH.

Bheni didn't dare to move. His body was petrified after listening to the sound coming from above his head. The lantern was pointing at the ground, so the only thing he saw were small blobs of black goo falling next to him. Its appearance was initially thick, but as the substance dried, it took a thinner and slightly transparent aspect before fusing with the tendrils on the floor. Bheni couldn't stop from thinking it looked like latex.

SQUISH. SQUISH.

More goo fell around him. Some of it impacted his arms on its way down. It was warm, and it felt like glue. Bheni cringed as he felt it transforming into a solid material, leaving that latex-looking stain over his scales. He knew how dangerous it was to remain there, but he couldn't move his legs, no matter how hard he tried. A tear rolled down his cheek as he struggled to send a simple command to his legs, fighting the instinct that was telling him he was safer as long as he didn't move.

SQUISH. SQUISH.

When his body finally decided to obey him, it was only to stare at the massive blob of goo above his head right before it fell over him. Bheni tried to run but it was too late, and the thick substance sent it to the floor after the impact, covering him in goo. He tried to get up, but the transformation had already begun, and the dragon found himself trapped under a thin yet hard cover of latex. When he tried to get up, he noticed it was applying pressure against him. Bheni pushed against it and saw the thin cover glued to the ground, forming a perfect seal around him.

"Help! Somebody!" The dragon screamed from the top of his lungs, gathering all of his strength to try and break free.

With each attempt, the layer got tighter above him. Bheni rolled on his back to try and push it through using his hands and legs, but it didn't work. The dragon growled, feeling the pressure over him forcing him to lay down and get completely covered in latex. "Help! Please!" He screamed again, his voice unable to make it through. He reached with his hand for anything he could use; something to hold or break free. A knife, a stick, anything! But the latex was too thick he couldn't see through it, and his hand only stretched the layer, unable to break through. He tried the same with his paws, trying to push himself out of the slime. He managed to drag himself closer to the edge, but he couldn't squeeze under the seal no matter how hard he tried. His limbs only stretched the latex as he fought against it.

The details of his body became more visible as the latex continued getting tighter. His legs. His arms. His maw. It was like seeing something being vacuum-sealed. Eventually, the seal got tight enough that Bheni couldn't move anymore, leaving him trapped in a position that reflected his failed attempt to resist. The layer was thin enough to leave some details from his body visible.

Inside, Bheni was starting to feel dizzy. It wasn't the lack of air. He perceived that same sweet scent filling the insides of his trap, and it was getting stronger with each passing second. The dragon had no choice but to breathe it in. The scent made it straight into his mind and spread all over his body. He felt dizzy. And the air felt hot--no, he felt hot. A flame engulfed his insides and increased his libido without him being able to do something. Bheni tried to ignore the sudden rush of horny thoughts that were invading his mind, to no avail. Fantasies and memories of past experiences played before his eyes one after the other. And the contact of the warm latex against his skin, once disgusting and terrifying, was now exciting and delightful. His grunts became loud huffs as he started to squirm around, finding pleasure in the squishy sounds the latex made against his skin.

From huffs he went to moans as the latex proceeded with a more gentle squeeze around him. His excitement became notorious in the bulge forced under his cargo pants, one big and hard enough to push against the layer to make it visible from the outside. Bheni tried to make sense of what was going on, but as he continued breathing the strong and sweet scent, his brain became unable to think of anything else that wasn't sexual. What was left of his sanity got expelled through the droplets of sweat covering his chest, reducing the dragon to a mere beast moved by lust.

The latex continued closing around him until he got completely trapped under it, considerably cutting his movement. All Bheni could do was rub himself against the thick and warm latex. He didn't notice when the substance began to melt his clothes away, leaving his scales exposed. The pleasure had gotten so intense the dragon could no longer think clearly. His mind was bombarded with one lewd thought after the other, forcing him to squirm harder. With strong, almost desperate moans, the dragon expressed his enjoyment, one that also felt like a torture. The latex overstimulated him to the point each inch of his body became extremely sensitive. Each time he squirmed, he got closer and closer to his own climax.

The latex adhered to his body perfectly, leaving a clear silhouette of it on the black material. Only small bubbles of air remained on the outlines--where the latex stretched as much as it could--and in the tent created by his fat cock. It throbbed constantly, shooting pre inside the latex that kept it lubricated and stimulated. Although the latex wasn't pressing too hard, it eventually stopped him from even squirm. Besides his cock, the only movement came his chest with each rapid breath he took.

Bheni, rather than getting claustrophobic, delighted himself in that forced submission. The lewd thoughts invading his mind twisted his vision so much he felt grateful for being trapped there. His struggle against the latex was no longer to escape, but to increase his pleasure. It was so tight, so warm. It made him feel safe and secure. And he wanted more. The way it squeezed against his cock. The strong taste after he licked it. And how it kept on squeezing all around him. It was heaven.

With his will and defenses crushed, the cocoon began to take form from the outside. The latex slowly solidified, taking the same rough aspect from the egg over the bar. The dragon stopped fighting against the cocoon and embraced the pleasure it was providing him, without questioning his nature or motives. All that made it out were muffled moans and the squirms from his overly stimulated body.

On the ground, outside the cocoon, his cell phone received a new call from an unknown number. The screen illuminated the cocoon for some seconds before it fully formed, putting an end to the useless struggle from the dragon. When the screen went black, Bheni was left alone at the mercy of the mysterious being.

The truck parked in front of the diner, on the other side of the road. In what sounded like a sigh of relief, the engine rumbled briefly before going silent after its driver turn it off. The machine went beyond its limits, pushed by a dragon afflicted with desperation, and was proud of itself for succeeding in its mission. It could rest for now.

YongSeop jumped out of the cab and stared straight at the silhouette of a car parked next to the pump station. With no other vehicle around, he assumed it was Bheni's. The moonlight barely illuminated his surroundings, and his eyes had a hard time getting used to it. Once he was sure no other driver was approaching, he ran towards the building, getting more and more details of its aspect. At the same time, the adrenaline pumped into his system after driving so fast began to fade, leaving him tired and exposing him to the cold temperature of the desert. YongSeop hugged himself and rubbed his naked arms on the way to the car.

"Please be here. Please be here," he prayed, angry and worried to find the vehicle still there.

That last thing he said was still stuck in his head. "This thing had trapped me". What thing? Did the suitcase have a creature inside? The only thing YongSeop knew about the job was that a laboratory was involved, but he thought it was about drugs, not something alive! It didn't make sense, and it was driving him crazy.

YongSeop knocked at the window, then tried to open the door when no one answered, but it was locked. A quick look through the window with his lantern revealed what he feared: neither Bheni nor the suitcase was there. There were no signs someone broke in, and his nephew wouldn't leave on foot in the middle of the night. The only option was the diner.

He thought about calling him, but not only the signal was weak, he also feared that, if Bheni was hiding, the call could give away his location. The old dragon knew his only option was to walk into the building and beat the living shit out of whoever was inside. He had been in dozens of brawls in the past and even got shot in a couple of them. He could deal with a paid bodyguard.

YongSeop reached the door and tried to open it slowly, but it didn't budge. It felt as if something was blocking it from the other side. "They're gonna notice if I keep trying", he thought and went back to look for a backdoor. While his only evidence to believe Bheni wasn't alone was what the dragon said, YongSeop didn't want to take any risk, especially after the call he got from the client. It was obvious they were dealing with the type of people who wouldn't bother to get rid of any loose ends. In retrospect, he felt like an idiot for taking that job in particular.

When he finally reached the backdoor, YongSeop pressed his ear against the metal door to make sure no one was there. He didn't hear voices, but he noticed a faint sweet scent in the air. Unsurprisingly, the door creaked when the dragon opened. He gnashed his fangs at the sound it made and ended up kicking the door open, claws ready to tear off whoever stood in his path.

But the dragon walked into an empty and dusty kitchen. While he couldn't see anything, he also didn't hear any other voices. He did, however, caught a faint sweet scent in the air. It was similar to strawberry. His nose got trapped by it, and for a moment, YongSeop forgot why he was there. It relaxed his exhausted body and the dragon let out a long sigh as his shoulders fell.

He shook his head. I'm here for Bheni, he thought, and illuminated his way through the dusty kitchen, trying not to make more noise than he already had. But he didn't hear voices or people running his way. What he heard was something much different from it...

SLURP. SLURP. SLURP.

The sound sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn't natural.

SLURP. SLURP. SLURP.

It came from the door leading to the front. And when YongSeop looked at it, he saw a dim blue light coming from below. The disgusting sound paralyzed the dragon. His mind pictured something big standing behind it, sucking on something--or someone. His mind crumbled under the question of what was on the other side. His heart raced, and his body struggled to move. Even the reminder that Bheni could be on the other side wasn't enough to put the dragon in motion. Sweating cold, he clenched his fists hard until the claws threatened to pierce the skin. He had no time to lose.

Dragging his paws over the rest of the way, YongSeop reached the door and placed his palm on it. The sweet scent became stronger there. It was like smelling it straight from its source. The effect was similar to the first time, but it was his fear that woke him up this time. Fear of whatever was behind that door. A part of him begged to find the door stuck, but the hinges offered no resistance, even after years of immobility. The door opened with the slightest push, and the blue light revealed the stunned expression on the dragon's face once he witnessed what was on the other side.

Everything was covered with a strange black goo. The walls, the ground, and even the furniture were still partially visible under it. It was disgusting and strangely fascinating. From the ground and roof came thick gray sticks that ended in a blue glowing tip, acting like small bulbs illuminating the entire room--enough to look clearly at the massive sac laying on the ground. His mind told him to run away from there, but his body moved on its own, called by the mysterious sac.

He heard a loud SQUISH when he stepped over the goo. It reminded him of walking over a muddy terrain, but its consistency changed with each step. Softer, then solid. But he was sure of something: that thing was alive. He felt it pulsing each time his paws got covered with it. A voice screamed in his head, begged him to leave that behind and drove as far as he could. His body ignored the plead and moved forward. The curiosity and the scent had trapped him. He was terrified, yes, but as the details of the sac became clearer to him, YongSeop had a strong urge to know what was under it.

The sac had a rough aspect. Its surface reminded him of an egg, but a closer look revealed a set of small scales. It covered a large portion of the hallway between the bar and the tables, and the smell was more concentrated around it. His hand hovered over it, crushed between the urge and fear of touching it. He didn't know why. It was simply calling him.

Then a thought crossed his mind. It was a simple thought, one that he would have discarded in any other circumstance, but that froze his blood in that precise instant: it was big enough to hold someone inside. Each little piece fell into place to create an unthinkable scenario that held the only possible answer to the mystery. Against his will, YongSeop pictured his nephew inside that sac.

"Bheni", he muttered, and his hand moved on its own, landing over the thick and warm sac.

The first thing he noticed was its hardness. YongSeop tried to pierce with his claws to no avail. A direct hit didn't work either. The dragon looked around for something else to break the sac, but everything he could have used had been covered in goo. But the dragon soon realized that if Bheni was in there, hitting the sac could hurt him--if Bheni was in it. And while there was no other place to hide, he still searched for the blue dragon behind the bar and under the tables, hoping he found a small place to hide.

"Bheni!" He called, struggling to walk over the goo. The black substance had stained his paws already. "Bheni, where are you?" He wanted the dragon to answer. He begged for an answer. But all he heard was SLURP... SLURP... SLURP... coming from the sac. YongSeop stared at it from the other side of the diner, terrified of how convinced he was about his nephew being inside of it.

SLURP... SLURP... SLURP...

The orange dragon went back to the egg and put both hands over it. "What happened?", he thought, still baffled by how suddenly everything changed. They talked to each other that same morning and planned to have breakfast together after that job. He wanted to go on vacations, take Bheni with him, and travel together like when he was a child. "What the fuck just happened?"

The cover began to melt under his fingers. Before a single tear rolled down his cheek, YongSeop stared at the egg trembling softly. He moved away from it as the surface continued dissolving. Instead of revealing a hollow inside, the dragon watched layer after layer turns into goo, and something resembling a body emerged from under it. Prey of panic, he doubted for a moment but ended up pushing his hands into the strange substance to pull the body out of it. It was warm and thick, and YongSeop felt it squeeze around his arms. For an instant, it was as if the goo was rejecting him in an attempt to protect what was inside the egg.

"C'mon! You can do it, idiot!" The dragon growled, gathering the strength gained over the years. His hope of saving Bheni helped him get over his fear, but it didn't last after he saw the goo slowly creeping up his arms. The little tendrils moved like the legs of a spider. And when he felt them reaching his elbow, instinct kicked in and the dragon dropped the body immediately. The goo let go of him, and the dragon fell backward.

A gasp escaped from his mouth after he looked back at the egg and saw the body emerging from it. Holding from the sides that were still solid, its movements were slow and heavy. Its height and musculature easily matched with YongSeop's, but other features of his body were still amorphous to him.

The dragon was terrified at first, unable to decide what to do or what to think. His hands squeezed the slimy ground under it, trying to maintain a grip on reality. The strength abandoned his body, leaving him on the ground at the mercy of whatever that thing was. The existence of that thing defied logic. Its mere movements crushed his already weakened sanity, still trapped in a pitiful attempt to give it an explanation.

With a visible effort, the creature managed to get out of the egg. YongSeop heard it grunt as its hands cleaned the goo from his body, throwing large and heavy blobs of it to the ground. As it did so, not only its movements became quicker, but its actual appearance came to light. It wasn't beefy as he thought; under the goo was a perfect balance between musculature and femininity, with two large breasts and an attractive hourglass figure that enhanced the look of its hips and the thickness of its thighs. The threatening aspect disappeared as more of its body was revealed. Its factions were a softer version of a dragon's face, with smoother skin and large ears where the horns were. The tail was large and thick on the base, becoming slender as it approached to the tip.

It wasn't until its colors appeared that YongSeop realized the truth behind it. While most of its skin was black, it had sky-blue stripes covering its arms and legs, and the chest was white like a cloud. Behind its head appeared a large and silky silver mane, despite all the goo that covered it previously. The colors matched with Bheni's, and once his name popped into YongSeop's mind, the dragon perceived the scent of his nephew coming from that creature.

It was faint, and the sweet smell tried to cover it, but it was there. Did that thing eat Bheni...? Was that thing Bheni? It didn't utter a word or another sound, but it continued approaching, dragging its paws slowly over the goo-covered floor. And for some reason, YongSeop was sure Bheni was inside of it. A hunch motivated by the lack of aggression in the creature's gestures. Its big yellow eyes reflected its exhaustion and some sort of familiarity, as if it recognized the orange dragon in front of him. More calmed, YongSeop started to get up to prepare for the encounter.

The creature stumbled. YongSeop jumped to catch him out of instinct. He didn't realize what he did until he held the creature in his arms. But with the alien's head resting over his shoulder, and him breathing the sweet scent straight for its source, another emotion exploded within him. His huge hands ran over its back, taking some goo with them as he felt the soft and warm skin. His touch was enough to make the creature tremble while holding tightly against him.

YongSeop never felt something like that before. Despite its nature, the creature felt fragile within his arms. A spark was not enough to describe the attraction and desire he inexplicably had started to feel over it. It went beyond its appearance or nature. Just holding it made him feel closer to it, and he was more convinced that his nephew was under it. He knew it. He could feel him under that sensual and unique cover.

He shoved his maw under the creature's neck to breathe deep and fill his lungs with its scent. It was like a short circuit inside his head, with incomprehensible thoughts and cut-off phrases popping into his mind. Something incomplete. Not strong enough. A plead. It was as if the creature was trying to communicate. YongSeop took another deep breath and felt as his fear and disgust over the creature were replaced by an intense lust, one that was clouding his judgment. His fangs closed carefully around its neck while his hands moved down to reach in between its thighs. The sudden gesture finally got a whine from the sexy creature, who held tightly to the dragon.

Pleasure. It wanted pleasure. YongSeop didn't know why or how it worked, but the idea appeared in his mind, too strong for him to ignore it. And the dragon couldn't put his lust aside, one abruptly brought by the scent filling him. His fingers couldn't find a cock or a pussy, but the sounds made by the creature revealed how sensitive that spot still was. The dragon rubbed it quickly, just like he would've done with any other partner, and delighted himself with how the creature reacted to it. Slightly feminine moans mixed with strong squirms. It reached deep inside YongSeop's mind.

How surreal was that? The dragon couldn't control himself anymore, driven by a strong lust. The creature he feared minutes ago was now tempting him to fuck its brain out. He still knew it was wrong, and yet he couldn't fight the raging erection in his black jeans. YongSeop wanted to feel its insides, to lay on top of the creature and breed it while his hands squeezed the huge boobs pressing against his chest. A fantasy so unnatural and yet so alluring.

It was then that he saw a bulge appearing on the creature's back. With one hand on its thighs and the other on its hips, the orange dragon kissed it, dominated by his unbearable attraction, and began to pull it closer to him. The sweet taste of its lips. The warm breath it emanated. The strong desire expressed in the way it held to YongSeop. And the more he kissed it, the bigger the bulge in its back was until it finally opened as if someone had pulled an invisible zipper.

The creature lost all of its strength as Bheni emerged from inside of it, covered in black goo. YongSeop immediately snapped out of his trance after seeing his nephew gasping for air and waving his arms in the air, looking for something to hold onto. The orange dragon dropped the creature's carcass and caught Bheni before he fell. His nephew still had his eyes closed but grasped to YongSeop's shoulders, shaking in his arms while the goo dripped from his scales.

"Bheni! Bheni!" YongSeop called, ignoring the shame felt for what he was doing before the dragon emerged.

Bheni didn't reply immediately, but he hid his face in YongSeop's chest, a gesture he hadn't done since he was a child. His fear was enough to wash away all the lust filling his mind, and he held him tightly to calm him down. His fat fingers ran up and down his back, still covered in goo. The substance on him was warmer and thicker, and YongSeop quickly got his hands completely covered with it. It scared him at first, afraid of what it could do, but there was also a strange beauty in it, on how it felt over his skin and how it gleamed under the blue light. YongSeop wondered how would it look on the rest of his body...

Bheni's cough caught him off guard. The orange dragon looked down at his nephew. Listening to him breathing slower calmed him down.

"Are you ok?" YongSeop asked, cleaning more goo from his face.

Bheni looked exhausted and confused. He tried to say something, but not a single word managed to get from his mouth after he began to inspect his surroundings. He stared blankly at the roof above him, trying to decipher what had just happened there.

"Bheni!"

YongSeop's call brought him back to reality, and the blue dragon jumped away from his uncle's grasp while screaming when he noticed the carcass on the floor.

"I-I-I-I-I...I WAS INSIDE THAT THING!" He yelled, his finger pointing at it.

"Shhh, calm down. It's over now," YongSeop told him, holding him by the shoulders to stop his trembling.

The initial shock stopped and Bheni closed his eyes to ignore as much as he could what was going on around him.

"I'm as confused as you are. What happened after that call?" YongSeop asked, rubbing his shoulders to warm him up.

"I... I stopped to take a quick nap and left the suitcase over the bar. I was tired and thought you wouldn't mind, but then I woke up and this...," Bheni opened his eyes and faced the reality. He held to YongSeop's hands to gather some strength. "There was slime everywhere... but it had got thicker."

"But you mentioned someone was with you. Was that... thing?" YongSeop looked at the carcass next to him. Despite being inert, its sight still made him feel uncomfortable.

"I think so... I don't know what was it. There was a cracked egg over the suitcase and then... something fell over me. It was like slime, but it started to solidify after it... I'm still trying to make sense of what happened after."

Bheni continued talking, but his words didn't reach YongSeop's ears anymore. After confirming his nephew was ok, something else captivated the orange dragon's attention.

YongSeop couldn't take his eyes away from the carcass still laying on the ground. The opening on its back made visible its interior, a soft and pinky cover with holes for the arms, legs, and maw. If it wasn't for what he had witnessed, YongSeop would've thought it was a full-size costume. He imagined Bheni inside of it, squirming against the fleshy walls squeezing his naked body, moaning quietly by the pleasure it provoked. Warm and soft flesh all around him, and a new and shiny black body.

It was getting hotter. YongSeop wiped the sweat from his forehead and moved closer to the carcass. Its existence made no sense. It went against all natural laws. And yet, it was there... waiting for him. The strong scent was still in the air, coming from its fleshy and wet insides. YongSeop took deeper breaths, feeling the smell pulling him by his nostrils. Tempting him to walk inside of it. To wear it. To use it. To become it. He shook his head to get rid off that thought, but it only got stronger.

In his mind appeared a vision of him, moving the alien body. The black and shiny skin still dripping goo. Wide hips swaying from side to side with each step. A large tail wiping the floor. Those big and squeezable tits. YongSeop wanted that feminine body for himself. To feel it and show it off. And to squirm inside of it, like Bheni did before he pull it out.

It's wrong, he thought. But his paws were already moving forward. He advanced slowly. Saliva drooled from his open maw. And he was feeling hotter. YongSeop took off his clothes, revealing not only the sweat covering the orange scales, but also the thick and hard cock, throbbing and dripping pre. A voice in his mind told him to get in and be one with the suit.

"Only this way you can protect him", he heard. And YongSeop realized that it wouldn't take long for their contractors to arrive and take care of the evidence--including them. YongSeop would give his life to protect Bheni, but there was a limit to what he could do. If there was a piece of his mind still resisting the enchant, it succumbed to his unconditional love for Bheni. And if the suit could help him to take care of him, then he wouldn't doubt to get inside of it. He kept that thought in mind, above the lewd fantasies and the unbearable lust, and slowly made his way inside of it.

YongSeop gasped when he felt the squishy flesh against his body. His legs and arms fitted perfectly in their respective holes, already provoking an indescribable pleasure to the horny dragon. It was warm and wet, and it started to squirm the moment it felt the new occupant inside of it. The remaining hole made for his face had no openings, but YongSeop wasn't afraid to be in complete darkness. He took a deep breath and push his maw in. It felt like sticking his head into mud, but the disgust didn't last after he took a deep breath of the delicious and intoxicating scent emanated by the suit. YongSeop folded his wings as much as he could to get them inside the suit, and lowered his tail to fit in between his legs. And just as he did so, the suit began to close with him inside. The dragon squirmed around, now a victim of the full pressure put on by the suit. The strong grip pushed all the sensitive spots of his body, and the strong sweet scent invaded his lungs.

"You're doing it to protect him," YongSeop repeated. "You're doing it to protect him."

Yes, he was. But he was also repeating it to ignore the other side of his mind, one that was in ecstasy from the pleasure the suit provoked. YongSeop didn't want to give in to that presence in his head, and fought his urge to moan after he felt the flesh squeezing all around him. Of all the sexual encounters experienced during his life, not a single one of them could compare to that--not even combined. The flesh, warm and squishy, pressing and rubbing his scales, covering him with a sticky fluid that felt nice to the touch. The strong sweet scent, mixed with Bheni's, flooding his lungs after each breath. And a strange and contrasting sensation of power and submission as the suit sealed completely behind him, leaving him trapped inside an unknown creature that he could control at will--and who was controlling YongSeop's thoughts.

"You're doing it to protect him," YongSeop stuck to that thought even when the suit continued pressuring him to give up. The dragon gnashed his fangs while the flesh rubbed hard his entire cock in what felt like dozens of hands masturbating him. The pleasure became so intense it was unbearable. He couldn't stop himself from squirming inside, trying to get out of the suit. He tried to unfold his wings, but they were stuck in the goo. And no matter how hard he pushed with his back, he couldn't break the seal. And it was then when YongSeop noticed he was gaining more control over the suit. His fingers moved, and so did his tail. From the darkness started to appear a blurry image of his surroundings. He heard Bheni's voice again, although distant. And the strength provided by the suit was incredible.

But as he took more control over it, he also surrendered more of his mind to the entity living within him. The wish to protect Bheni was no longer the only thought in mind. He wanted to do more to the blue dragon. Taste him. Feel him. Seduce him. YongSeop knew those thoughts didn't belong to him, but he felt attracted to them. And to his nephew, who had turned into a very attractive reptile. Those images were accompanied by another squirm from the suit. Another shock of pleasure to reinforce them. He felt each inch of body being squeezed by the warm flesh. Until he couldn't resist any longer and, clenching his fists and curling up his toes, he let out a long and strong moan of pleasure. It had reached his first climax.

It was then that Bheni stopped his babbling, silenced by the guttural moan coming from behind. The unnatural familiarity from the sound evoked memories from the time he spent inside the creature, squirming and whimpering from how intense it felt. The moan scared him, but it also turned him on, and he was too ashamed to even look down at the growing erection it provoked. Because the pleasure scared him. The unbearable and maddening pleasure. Bheni knew the feeling very well. And it tempted him as much as it terrified him.

When he gathered the courage to look over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised to find the alien creature standing in its two paws, giving him its back. The large body stretched and squirmed as the hole in its back closed completely, leaving no trace of it. And when Bheni couldn't find his uncle anywhere, he knew, from the bottom of his heart, that YongSeop was inside of it. The creature had adapted to fit in the beefy dragon, gaining some height and weight, with muscles more defined than before, without losing that feminine aspect.

As soon as its climax ended, the creature took deep breaths as its body relaxed. Bheni's instinct to escape clashed with his inexplicable lust for the creature, one that was pushing him, if not to walk towards it, to at least stay still and wait for it. The sweet scent that permeated the air changed, acquiring a faint but noticeable touch of saltiness that tickled his nostrils. Any urge to escape from there vanished when the smell reached his brain and fed his lust, forcing into him an unbearable need to touch and feel and love the creature before him. It wasn't a natural desire, and yet he found himself unable to fight it back. His hands trembled. His heart raced. The hard cock between his legs throbbed hard with anticipation, dying to feel the insides of the approaching alien. And the closer it was, the stronger that lust became.

The creature didn't act up immediately after turning to face Bheni. It looked confused, as if it had recently wake up. It made a pause to look at the ceiling and the walls. Then its own hands caught its attention, looking at their back and front. It slowly followed its arms, then the chest--Bheni swore he saw a glimpse of surprise by their size. But as it continued exploring its own body, it also gained more and more confidence. With more fluid movements, the creature lashed its tail against the floor, and stretched arms and legs. And once it finished, its eyes landed on the blue dragon.

Bheni saw the slick creature moving towards him. Its breast remained firm despite the strong, almost predatory steps it took. The large tail whipped from side to side, throwing blobs of slime in the air. Its draconian expression adopted a more seductive look, without leaving behind an air of dominance coming from those big and orange eyes. The creature licked its lips before putting a hand over the trembling dragon, who felt so small in comparison.

"... Uncle?" Bheni called with a soft tone.

The creature just smiled and pushed him backward. Bheni took a couple of steps back before stumbling on his own tail, only to fall back inside the broken egg. The slime still inside acted like a bed, and the dragon bounced a little over it. Before he had a chance to recollect his thoughts, the alien creature jumped to land on his lap. Bheni was flustered by its proximity, but his body refused to drag away from the situation, still captivated by the perfection displayed on its body. His attraction for the creature went beyond his sexual preferences. It obeyed a primal instinct that had been tainted by his lust, and the young dragon couldn't stop that wish to breed with it. And breed it again. And again. And again...

Kneeling above Bheni, the creature held his cock with both hands and pressed it against where the vagina was supposed to be. Its touch alone got a sigh out of Bheni, who could only smile shyly in response. The mere idea of what the creature was trying to do was madness in the dragon's mind. Not only he was dealing with an alien creature, but his uncle was still inside of it. "Isn't this like fucking my own uncle?", Bheni asked himself, right when his hands moved to hold the creature by its hips. Of course, it was immoral, he quickly realized, but his lust had become too strong for him to handle it. He wanted that to happen.

The alien raised its hips a little, then sat on Bheni's manhood. There was no pussy or even a slit; the tip of his cock simply went into the black skin and the dragon moaned instantly in response to the intense pleasure. The slime absorbed each inch of meat that slide right in, finding no resistance. Bheni couldn't think of anything that came close to what he was experiencing right then. It was warm and wet and tight. It sucked his cock as if it was a mouth, and squeezed, in the same way, an ass or a pussy would do. He couldn't stop his moans from coming out loud nor his body from shaking out of control, prey of the desperation caused by an intense and continuous wave of pleasure.

The alien didn't utter a word. It only smiled, looking at Bheni with those big and sensual orange eyes. The young dragon found desire and pride in that look. That creature had conquered him with its beauty, and he was now at its mercy, a mere slave meant to be used at will.

When Bheni was all the way in, he noticed something else pushing and throbbing against his cock. His mind quickly went to YongSeop, trapped inside the alien, and Bheni wondered if what he was feeling was his uncle's cock. The blood on his cheeks started to boil the more he thought about both shafts put together, pulsing and leaking pre--while that wouldn't count as "fucking his uncle", that image got him even more excited.

Without a warning, the alien began to move its hips up and down, quickly reaching a decent pace. Even with his hands on its hips, Bheni had no control over the situation and simply allowed the alien to do as it wished. The pleasure only got more and more intense, constantly crushing the dragon's mind, which no longer cared about the surrealism of that scenario. It was mating in the same egg from where it hatched, dripping goo over its dominated victim. And it smiled. Even if it was acting out of instinct, that creature also enjoyed the pleasure of riding a young and virile dragon like Bheni.

The moans came right after. Long and loud, matching in tone with its femininity. The alien arched his back and increased the pace, placing both hands over its tits. It squeezed them hard, almost with desperation. Without a warning, the alien unfolded the wings that once belonged to YongSeop, now covered by a thin and shinny layer of latex that acted like a mirror for the blue dragon under it. Bheni saw his chance and, placing both paws over the slime, started to thrust at its pace. The grip around its hips got tighter to make sure it wouldn't jump away from him. It was so intense he felt at the edge of his climax, but something prevented him from cumming. Was the slime or a special trigger implanted in his mind? He didn't care. And, in fact, he was glad it was that way. Bheni was living the best fuck of his life.

It wasn't just the slime. When Bheni closed his eyes, what he saw on top of him was a naked YongSeop, moaning and squirming from the pleasure of both cocks being rubbed so fast. He never felt anything else but love and respect for his uncle, but at that moment, he was thinking of him differently--for the first time, the old and beefy dragon was a lover in his eyes.

Slime covered Bheni's crotch, and it splashed on his chest as the alien continued riding his cock. And the scent became saltier and more familiar. It brought back memories of long journeys on the road, sitting next to his uncle while listening to the sound of the engine roaring and the tires rolling over the road. He never thought YongSeop could smell so good, and now he couldn't get that scent out of his head. He wanted to feel and taste the old dragon, to have it on top of him and fuck until they couldn't continue. And his body obeyed that lust, gathering strength from his lust to slowly take over the situation.

When Bheni opened back his eyes, those strong feelings had been transferred to the alien creature on top of him. He put his shyness aside and smiled at it with confidence, growling while showing off his fangs. While the alien replied with a similar gesture, its body had already betrayed it, showing signs of submission easily identified by Bheni. The lust was forcing it to submit, to accept the stud that it tried to control minutes ago. He had proven himself to be a worthy breeder.

Bheni felt his climax getting closer. The slime tried to prevent it, but it had a limit. He pulled the creature down to hold it against his chest, without breaking his pace at any moment. The strong claws held it firmly, piercing the slimy skin until it reached the inner walls protecting YongSeop. Completely out of his mind, Bheni showed the alien just how much love and lust he felt for it with a long and passionate kiss. The creature sweated goo all over him, covering him again from head to toe. And the slime slid into his throat while both tongues danced together. In that instant, he felt connected to the creature; but more important, he felt connected to his uncle.

Slowly, both tails tangled like their tongues did. Black and blue together, squeezing hard to show their intimate link. At the same time, Bheni softened his grip and began to rub gently the alien's back. But what he felt was not the slick goo, but the roughness YongSeop's scales had gained over the time. He explored more of the creature on top of him, only to find the feminine shape being replaced by the thick body of an old dragon. His mind saw and felt the creature for who he was: his uncle. And Bheni couldn't be happier about it. Without opening his eyes, he stopped kissing him and pressed his maw to his chin, taking a long and deep breath to fill his nose with the same smell YongSeop always had: cheap deodorant mixed with sweat, one scent he came to love after all the years shared in the road. He ran his tongue all over it and tasted the saltiness while also getting a long and shy moan from the voice he knew very well. It was music to his ears.

When YongSeop replied to his gestures, he chose the tight and warm hug he always gave him before leaving, one that told him how much he'd miss him. He held Bheni tightly against his chest, carefully running his claws over his back, just the way he liked. He spread his wings to cover them, and licked slowly at his cheek, leaving a trail of black goo over it. The blue dragon continued thrusting at the same pace, but he was doing it more passionate, more intimately. Even after he opened his eyes, the illusion of having YongSeop on top of him didn't disappear, and he caught a glimpse of both cocks rubbing together. Throbbing and dripping pre together. It was a sight so exciting that Bheni wanted to keep looking at it. But the dragon was also heavily attracted to YongSeop's muscular chest, and while he shoved his face in between both tits of the alien creature, what he felt and smelled at was the orange pecs, glimmering with his masculine and virile sweat.

But the moment shared couldn't last forever, and the pressure from the suit reminded Bheni of who was being fucked. It tightened around his cock and sucked it with each thrust given, and the blue dragon found his movements more erratic. It was getting closer and closer to his climax, and he had already crossed the line of no-return. Holding the creature tightly against him, Bheni put all of his energies into thrusting as deep and fast as he could, feeling the soreness in his legs and the pleasure building up at the tip of his cock. The creature moaned loudly, and through those moans, he also heard his uncle, who was getting close too.

With one final thrust, both dragons reached their climax. Bheni's legs went rigid and he held the alien tightly against his chest, feeling his cock throbbing alongside YongSeop's. Their thick and warm cum was immediately absorbed into the slime, forming a small bulge in the alien's belly. Bheni couldn't stop a roar from coming out, one that made the entire building tremble, just like his body was doing during a climax that didn't end. And the alien moaned too, pleased from all the pleasure and the precious seed both dragons had provided. They were more than it could've asked for.

When it finally ended, Bheni put both arms down and struggled to recover his breath. The alien lay inert on top of him. What followed was weird enough to break through the lust still fogging Bheni's mind: its skin reached an almost liquid state, and the body got slender as it began to fuse with YongSeop, with the slime disappearing under his scales. Bheni saw the orange scales emerging until his old uncle was back with him, naked, sweaty, and exhausted. He took deep breaths for a moment and, rather than ask his nephew if he was ok, kissed him back just like he did minutes ago. Bheni replied with the same passion, having a different image of YongSeop already carved in his mind.

"Let's not break our heads thinking about this," YongSeop said moments after, to which Bheni only replied with a nod.

Both dragons then lay side by side on the remnants of the egg that had given birth to a new species.

"I'm glad you still carry clothes for me," Bheni said, pulling up a new pair of white cargo pants.

"I like to be prepared, kiddo."

They were dressing up next to YongSeop's truck. The sun was rising. His light tried to break through the growing column of smoke coming from the burning diner, which the dragons set ablaze to leave no trace of their presence there. Most of the slime had dissolved by the time they woke up, but they couldn't take any risk.

YongSeop rubbed his big belly before deciding to go shirtless for the day. "We'll better get going. I'm pretty sure those assholes are not too far from here," he said.

"Good thing I didn't tell them my route," Bheni clarified while listening to the roaring blaze happening behind the truck.

"And that they didn't have a clear view of our faces. But it wouldn't hurt to stay hidden for a while. They probably want to recover it."

Bheni, now fully dressed, looked up at his uncle. "Sounds like a good time for vacations."

"And a chance to find worthy carriers."

Bheni stood on his toes to kiss his uncle on the cheek before running to take the passenger seat next to him. YongSeop was left baffled by that gesture, touching the spot where he kissed him--his cheeks were burning, which was a good sign for him. He jumped into his seat and gave his nephew a small bump on the arm.

"Just like the old days, huh?" YongSeop said.

"Yeah. But we're carrying something more valuable now."

"Feels a little weird to say we're gonna help an alien creature spread," his hand turned the key and the engine silenced the fire happening next to them. The 18-wheeler trembled and Bheni made sure the dozen of small eggs stored in the cabin were safe.

"After what we went through, I can't imagine why someone wouldn't be glad to be a host for it."

By the time the authorities arrived at the scene, the diner had been reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of what happened there. They found a couple of cellphones some miles away, and that's when the trace ended. YongSeop and Bheni had disappeared.