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Yes, Commodore: Volume 4, Chapter 1

For TeryxC by DolphinSanity

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Morning sunlight. The roar of waves crashing against the shoreline beneath the docks. The spray of a pod of feral dolphins passing in the distance.

Teryx Commodore sniffed the air: seaside tones, mixed with the lingering musks, colognes, and deodorants of the more than a thousand people who had boarded ahead of him. For late morning on the coast, the air was calm, with only the slightest breeze sneaking between the fibers of his golden mane.

He passed off his papers and ID to the rep at the check-in booth -- looked around at the still-massive throng of people doing the same in their respective places.

He passed the inevitable confirmations and small talk without a hitch. The X-ray machine and metal detector revealed nothing of interest. He was a perfectly safe, normal citizen, heading toward the opulent white cruise liner, whose many rows of balconies towered above the water's surface.

And why wouldn't all of his things be well in order? He was an attractive, well-established rain dragon with a salaried office job that put him firmly in upper-middle-class territory. It was all but culturally mandatory that at some point in his career he would seek a vacation or two aboard a ship like this one -- with her sixteen decks, on-board water park and concert areas, spa and massage therapy rooms, and all of those other perks the website and walkthrough videos had enumerated.

"Enjoy your stay on the Blue Gala!"

Even so, as Teryx passed through, he couldn't shake the amusing feeling that he was getting away with something. His characteristic smug grin crept across his snout, the white of his fangs gleaming quickly in the sunlight.

Somewhere off in the distance, tucked away along a bend in the coastline, was what remained of Teryx's beach house. He had a vague sense that he really needed to do something about that at some point, though he felt no urgency whatsoever in that direction. The fact it had burned down was so boring, but the cruise occupying his next two weeks would be wonderful.

He made sure the collar of his white shirt was still neat before boarding. His cruise clothes were just waiting to be let free of his suitcase, but he had insisted on looking businesslike while boarding. It wouldn't do for his reputation if he didn't maintain the appearance of being someone for whom relaxation took effort and decision.

* * *

A couple of confirmatory text messages made it easy for Teryx to meet up with his tiger boyfriend, Harimau "Harry" Pasir, with whom he had planned this trip months ago. The spot was on the upper decks around midship and slightly toward the stern: a little shipboard cabana on a ledge overlooking a pool area for water-polo. An island-themed bar-and-grill nearby served various foods to those not playing; Teryx, arriving first, didn't have an appetite for eating at the moment and only helped himself to an iced lemonade, which hit the spot superbly.

By the time the tiger arrived, a number of other early-birds were piling into the pool below, and there was enough background chatter between them and the passers-by that Teryx and Harry's voices would just be more noise in the crowd.

"Hey hun," said Harry, licking his lips as he looked Teryx over. "Planning on doing a bunch of office remote work the whole time we're here?"

The rain dragon took a pointed sip through his drink's straw, then unbuttoned his collar. "Gods no. In fact, I'd love it if you'd slip away with me to our cabin soon."

"Oh?"

"Yes, so I can slip into something more comfortable."

An amused rumble filled Harry's chest. "You've been aboard ten minutes and you're already asking for a piece of me."

"It's been a week since we spent any time together, and I'm sure you'd hate a chance to 'stalk your prey.'"

Harry laughed, tail swaying low behind his chair. "Yeah, well, what can I say? You acting like that does get me feeling... predatory."

The last word was a corny-sounding, breathy whisper, followed by a small lick over the fangs. Nonetheless, Teryx rolled with it, slowly swaying his hips and tail as he answered. "Oh, my. When I heard there was 'fine dining' on this ship, I had no idea it meant they'd feed me to you. Though I can understand the mistake; I am rather fine. Though it's a pity the one dining is such an uncultured brute."

Harry seemed to seethe a little, a hungry dominance burning behind his eyes. His spine crept forward, leaning into his answer: "You're lucky I'm so pent up and can put aside your little jabs. Believe me, I've been counting every day."

Coy, Teryx folded hands-upon-heart and answered, "What 'jabs'? I would never poke, nor prod, a tiger."

Metal scooted noisily across wood as the tiger rose from his chair: "Alllll right. Let's hit the cabin."

"Of course! But only so I can get changed, remember."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious! Nothing else. Certainly none of your rough, manhandling ways of treating me."

The rain dragon didn't bother winking. There was no need. Harry clapped him quietly on the arse as they made their little departure.

* * *

Really, Teryx hadn't been sure what kind of mood he was in when he first arrived to board. It had seemed like the sort of day when he could go either way -- topping, bottoming, maybe rotating between them mid-encounter.

When he saw Harry, though, he had known then: everything about the buff tiger's posture had projected confidence and security, and something about it had made Teryx's submissive aspect feel hot under the tail.

As such, it was no surprise how things went when they reached their cozy little cabin. A quick lock-up with a do-not-disturb note hung on the door -- a similarly swift setting-aside of luggage, and then the playful grasping and growling as Harry relieved Teryx of that smart-casual outfit. Upon being freed from his shirt, Teryx set about returning the favor.

Harry wandered forward, making teasing a game of the process of Teryx stripping him, while also allowing both of them to take a cursory look around their quarters as they disrobed and got more intimately handsy.

Intended for couples, their cabin was a junior suite along the upper decks, with a proper balcony to overlook the water outside. To the best of Teryx's recollection, they had foregone renting one of the highest-end suites because they didn't need the space, but they had insisted on something with a balcony because Teryx wanted to feel the ocean winds blowing through his mane in the early mornings.

(...The clank of a belt cast aside, its buckle tapping the floor. The huff of a horny tiger grinding against the crotch of his partner...)

The interior designs were cool-colored but exotic. For the two beds, aqua-blue blankets overlaid pristine white pillowcases and sheets.

("Ugh, careful, no making a hole in the wall!" Teryx warned as he was slammed up against it by 170 kilos of mate. It always impressed him how Harry seemed to become more fully muscle-per-volume with each passing day.)

Plush upholstery in a matching style adorned the sofa and chairs in the living quarters, and sturdy wooden furniture in brighter browns and tans provided the needed drawer and desk spaces.

(There was a low, ear-flicking lustful feline growl alongside Teryx's neck before the two of them went through a bout of nipping and licking -- the kinds of kisses one got when one's partner in horniness was a hypercarnivore.)

The carpet sported palm-trunk colors with a matted texture, and the bathroom was extra large with a shower immediately describable as "fun," with a diagonally checkered frosted glass design and enough sink space for properly preparing and cleaning any of their toys they might opt to use.

For now, however, the dragon was the toy of choice -- a penetrable one with who could achieve an excellent ratio of friction to tightness.

Zrrrip... Teryx's fly got dragged down the rest of the way by a single tiger finger. His big beast's bulge was rubbing up hard against him, and Teryx gave it an agile hand's assistance -- not in getting out in the open, but in tugging it so the tent would be as visually large and enticing as possible. Harry was prickly and long, thick enough to feel juuuust right by Teryx's standards... great on the prostate, with that added sting to slake his own slight masochistic urges... after all, a dragon was nothing if not durable, so why not get a little rough~?

The two dropped their pants on the bathroom floor in unison. Another bout of nips and kissing -- a half-shoving half-dance as Harry took him into the shower to do the opposite of getting clean.

The shower brought a hazy rush of memory to the dragon... past occasions of being grabbed by the tiger and railed while a soothing stream of water ran over them. He wasn't alone in that reminiscence, with Harry grabbing him on the rear and giving it a hard squeeze, implying how much fun it would be to unwind in here again and again after long evenings out on the decks. Wandering hands exchanged strokes along bulging underwear, neither quite reaching the point of whipping out his equipment and enjoying the steady rising of need between them.

Then, all at once, something happened. They stopped. Both of them. Teryx pulled back from a deeper kiss with Harry, his vision dark at the edges but soon resolving to normal. Both of them were soft again. No, they had always been soft. They hadn't even been hard yet. Of course. That had only been a fantasy.

They stepped out together, holding hands, leaving their clothes in the bathroom save for their underwear. Teryx felt... strange. Unnerved, perhaps? But, he was with Harry, and Harry looked to be having quite a good time, so the feeling didn't last long.

Ventilation was blowing, but their cabin still felt a bit stuffy to Teryx's preference. Pulling the blue-and-white striped curtains revealed a view of the sea, the boarding docks too far off to their right for them to be at risk of being seen unless they stepped out onto the balcony itself.

Because they were horny, they did so, soaking up the possibility that their mostly-naked forms might be observed by people further down. Harry took the lead in this, inviting Teryx out, and the dragon followed with lewd awareness of being naughty.

The boring reality was that not many eyes were in the right places to see them: due to the ship's size, those still down at the check-in were too far away for their antics to look like much else but a quick change into swimwear, and the other balconies paralleling theirs were currently vacant of people. Their athletic and well-trained bodies had made good time in getting to their rooms. They both had such enviable, virile bodies...

A flicker of self-directed lust coursed through Teryx's head, as though just for a moment he could look at himself and Harry from the outside -- a third-party observer evaluating one of their fevered ruttings upon a bed or against a shower stall. Gods, they are so handsome and worthy...

"Like the view, blue boy?"

Taking a playfully sarcastic tone, Teryx answered, "Mmm, I'm not sure. I can't tell from here whether the ocean is properly color-coordinated with me today or not. She and I may need to have a talk, because I am not changing my color."

The tiger raked a claw up under the right thigh of the dragon's black briefs and gave his maned neck another lusty nibble. "You're funny. Now get back inside."

"Heh, yessir~"

Hadn't they already been going at this...? No, no, certainly not. The dragon drifted back inside, a hand sweeping along the pink speedo Harry had worn for the occasion.

The cabin's two twin beds could be easily moved together to create a king-sized sleeping area, though they didn't yet bother. Harry grabbed Teryx along one shoulder -- shot him that look of predatory hunger like he was all set for sparks to fly. Teryx looked away with faux shyness, nudging himself deeper into that submissive headspace. Both of them felt so pent that it almost didn't matter, but he wanted this first round of affection with the tiger to be special.

Harry smiled -- smoothly pulled away and sat down sideways along the bed, before pulling himself onto it and reclining, spreading his knees wide to show off his bulge.

"Get to it," said the tiger authoritatively.

With a wry grin, Teryx asked, "O-oh. You want little old me to service you?"

" Grrlrr... you said a whole week is such a long time. Why not greet what you're missing properly? Get that head down and say hello with that cute snout of yours."

Far be it for him to say no to that! Teryx was prostrate at the foot of the bed a moment later -- then, climbing up onto it, positioning his face over the tiger's thighs and groin. Nuzzling up and sniffing like some inquisitive animal, but with the inspection taking a lewd turn.

Down in his own briefs, Teryx was stiffening incredibly. Emotionally, he felt the nagging sense that something was off, but his body didn't seem to care about that right now.

He was reminded that his boyfriend had some problems: dripping insecurities, a need to be worshiped at times and the urge to fuck like a wild beast at others. And, too, the occasional need to be put in his place and take that more submissive role as Teryx was currently doing here. Overall, however, Harry was more of a top, right? And Teryx enjoyed that.

This oscillation and flexibility made them so perfect for each other. They didn't always see eye to eye about everything, but, in the bedroom... it was like some power that transcended normal life came over them. They both became exactly who and what they needed to be to achieve mind-blowing bliss.

The dragon shivered, rubbing his face rapidly over the swollen lump in the tiger's nylon. A pins and needles sensation came over Teryx in his excitement: he must... pleasure...

Harry had told him to worship with his face... but something was changing deeper in Teryx's head. He felt his way further forward -- groping the tiger's sides, sensing their shared arousal mounting. The sheer desire for their connection.

Touching him like this, Teryx's body moved as though on its own. Hands fondling those broad, rippling sides -- feeling the absolute monster the tiger had self-sculpted over the years.

Then, Teryx rose a bit... bringing his legs together in an upright kneel -- dropping his briefs to his knees. Harry scooted forward in return -- hips sagging forward off the bed, letting that thickening dragon below press up eagerly against his bulge, erection meeting erection in a surge of need.

Teryx could swear he could feel Harry's pulse through the speedo, that smooth surface the only barrier between their members. Gliding and the blissful sensations followed as Teryx felt him up, ground against him -- looked with cold and amused analysis over the fitness of his frame.

A good vessel. A worthy one for a spawn. It had been a good choice as they figured things out. Teryx wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it made him so eager when he imagined it. Something coming out of both of them, something wonderful...

Harry grinned, a knowing look spreading on his face as he ground back rhythmically, matching pace in eerie perfection with the dragon's movements.

A dreamlike confusion crept through Teryx as he became aware in earnest that he could not stop any action his body was taking. His arms stroking up that chest -- fingers tweaking a nipple as he lay forward to straddle that ample bulge. He knew he must enjoy Harry and build more pleasure, but he didn't know why. Like a thing forgotten, on the tip of his tongue... Teryx wondered what was even happening.

They must play. They must pleasure. The time was fast approaching.

Kissing -- grinding, feeling the tiger run those fingers up through his mane. A chilling, differently predatory gaze behind his eyes. A now-silent demand that Teryx must dance -- ride -- serve. Fingers raking through his mane, the claws combing through with their slimness.

Teryx felt as if the tiger had hypnotized him. Programmed him. Made him do this. Like he couldn't stop. His erection swelling out of control, the ridges along the lower aspect of his shaft brushing with increasingly vivid sensation against the tiger's undergarment.

Then, Harry's eyes gaze softened, while his member hardened greatly -- his dominance caving into a look that was somehow pleading -- perhaps a reaction to the same bodily claustrophobia which Teryx himself felt.

Trapped within his own skin, Harry, too, was unable to cease the manly, erotic movements he now engaged: grasping Teryx by the wrists and grinding up firmly, making both their shafts increase as their blood pressures spiked.

Raw lust fueled each of them from the neck down, a confounding blend of sexual hunger driving them to frot, frot, frot -- the speedo coming down with Teryx's help, the warmth of the tiger's prickly girth stroking up against the dragon's. The dragon could practically smell the testosterone in the musk wafting from the tiger's amped-up body.

Their arousal and pleasure rose, each of their minds equally trapped and unable to ignore it -- their sensitivity increasing, quivering and spasms turning their once-coordinated motions more frantic and needy.

The two moaned from pure instinct, wordless and without any of the specific expressiveness their pinched-back conscious minds craved. Each was in the backseat, riding the ride, experiencing the sensory roller coaster of their horny, manipulated flesh...

With a strained gasp, Teryx reached a bona fide climax -- but did not cum. His member spasmed, bliss shocking his brain, even as he felt some pointed resistance from deep with his groin. Most of his nerves were willing, but the prostate had not been given the go-ahead to release that rush of fluid.

Instead there came only some dribbles of very clear pre -- and a high of contentment unlike any he could remember experiencing before: mind smashing, awe-inspiring, a thing such as might be totally unique in all the cosmos.

Or, maybe not "unique." Considering Harry's trembling and twitching, he was experiencing something much the same: a puzzle of pleasure, a magical thing -- a new height for their relationship.

Brand new.

Teryx resolved that once they calmed down, they would have to discuss this together -- to find out how they could achieve something so wondrous again. Even at his peak, he did not miss out on a chance to seek greater bliss for the long term.

Though, there was the problem -- a problem which he experienced with strangely serene passivity -- of not being able to physically control himself.

As that compelling climax waned, there was a void at the back of Teryx's thoughts. A silent, smug sense of knowing it all. A second someone, for whom this sort of thing had happened many times before.

That someone within his thoughts spoke, using a tone like a more dominant variation of his own: Time to remember your mission, Teryx.

And with that declaration, all the newness rolled away like a pulled tablecloth, or like a rug drawn from beneath his feet to reveal a trapdoor. He fell from his high of novelty and appeal into a pit of...

Knowledge.

Immobile, trapped -- but he knew what this was all about.

He remembered. The images flooding him awkwardly at first. The slug in the ear. The voice. The control.

Commodore. The being he must serve.

The endless pursuit of sex and the production of erotic neurochemicals. The need for Commodore to feed on those chemicals and reproduce by budding. More, more, more -- the drive to perfect and to milk his host was an ever-steady urge. An imperative for which even memory alteration was not too much, nor in any way an "inappropriate" tactic. Teryx must experience pleasure -- great, strong, fresh pleasure, over and over. That pleasure could take many forms, but he MUST be milked of it; there was simply no questioning nor arguing the matter.

Today was one such day -- one of many such "first times." He recalled that his fate had been sealed the moment he pulled the canister from the ocean all those months ago.

It would have been easy to leave that memory corked. Easy, but not convenient. Commodore, and the offspring called Sir who inhabited Harry, were here on this ship for reasons other than a pure-play feeding from their usual hosts.

They were here to spread: to body-hop and to make more, fanning themselves through a population that would diverge around the world, or at the very least their region.

Now... Teryx's life with Harry once again felt like a show. Theatrical. The setting was real, as were the bodies involved, but the relationship was... contrived, at least in large part. Developed and sculpted by the force of clever manipulations.

Harry, for his part, looked blank and frozen. The dead-eyed stare that Teryx had come to associate with times when an alien master was pulling Harry into a dreamworld experience while he was otherwise awake. The only other clue of what was going on was an ongoing silent throbbing in the tiger's bulge -- a second dry orgasm being enforced to chase the first.

Teryx was not being treated in quite this same fashion, though perhaps only because of the pragmatic consideration of his mind needing time to unpack itself.

You wiped my memory until I was aboard, Teryx thought back to the voice of Commodore. I really believed I was just in an ordinary relationship with this hot rug I've been grinding on.

The voice-not-unlike-his-own replied, Hahaha! And it stimulated this brain of ours so well~

Yeah, it did...

Teryx sat up and pulled himself off of Harry's lap. The tiger remained passive for a moment -- then, suddenly came to life and stretched both arms high, yawning as though nothing was awry.

Then he looked at Teryx in that knowing way that let the dragon know the slug, 'Sir,' was not merely in control, but actively piloting from the brain's metaphorical cockpit.

"So, how're you and yours doing?" Sir Harry asked, speaking casually as though talking about family, but winking to insinuate the double meaning. His erection hadn't diminished, but he seemed to have no urgent worries about taking care of it.

"We're great," said Teryx. "As usual."

Over the last few months of residing mainly inside of Harry -- hopping hosts in order to spread more of his budded clones -- Sir had developed a certain lavishness about the tiger's feline qualities. A sort of imprinting, perhaps -- a fondness for his primary host not unlike the kind that Commodore felt for Teryx.

In the throes of sex, Sir Harry tended toward extreme dominance... but, when in more casual control at home, he tended to laze about and demand pampering, grooming, and adoration from others, treating his body as something which lesser beings ought to venerate. Teryx could even get on board with the idea, to a point.

This psychological enshrining of their preferred host's body seemed to be a trait either inherent to the slugs in general, or held over as a tendency from Commodore in particular -- from whom Sir had budded and broken off before seeking a host of his own.

Now, Teryx couldn't help feeling both pride and a kind of chagrin as he stroked the tiger's warm abs, feeling the rumble in the man's chest and the way the muscles flexed and rose exuberantly to meet his touch.

It had originally seemed like Commodore learned this host-centered narcissism from Teryx's personality. If that trait was also asserting itself in Sir... then, perhaps it would do so in all of the slugs eventually, or at least try. It both aroused and chilled the dragon to consider that, through Commodore, some spark of his personality had become infectious.

Then it only aroused him, an irrepressible rush of confidence and smugness fueling him as his 'partner' worked on his neurology from behind the scenes.

"It's a good thing we're both so attractive," said Teryx, not quite voluntarily. "Otherwise this would have been a terrible surprise."

"Mmm, that's right," purred Sir Harry, dick twitching dryly as Teryx kept teasing him. "It was a good idea. A practical idea."

"Yes, they both worked so hard to keep this cruise quiet," said Commodore, his will overshadowing Teryx's in a smooth usurpation. The rain dragon felt his hand -- their hand, Commodore's hand -- moving to give the tiger's cock a firm squeeze. "Putting us on a ship like this for two whole weeks, ensuring so many opportunities to 'enrich' ourselves."

Had they done that? Oh... yes, of course. This had all originally been Teryx's idea -- not the manufactured boyfriend persona, but his more canny self that knew what was up. Doing something nice for the slugs, giving them a whole cruise ship on which to "feast" and explore as they would like. It had been Teryx's gift to Commodore, and he had done his best to keep it a secret by only thinking about it on occasions when he was left to his own devices while Commodore infested others. Naturally, though, keeping the secret in the long term hadn't worked... and the slugs had co-opted the idea ahead of time, in their typical fashion.

"It'll be a nice chance to just... spread out and enjoy..." Sir Harry moved his arms and legs apart, hooking one foot around the dragon's hips and stroking the ankle along the back of the leg.

"And by the time the cruise is over, we'll be everyone's guest of honor~" Commodore Teryx continued as he stroked his clone's host's dick.

" Grrrhll... you better believe it." Sir Harry thrust slowly through the dragon's hand, spasming dry again as if to show off how well-trained his host was. "Hope you can keep up, 'old man'~"

The dragon grinned, likewise still casually hard. "Of course. Given my vast, impossibly ancient seniority of slightly less than a year--"

"--MUCH less than a year."

"--you should realize that I have no need to embark upon this as a feline would. Flitting about from partner to partner, trying to thrust myself inside anyone and everyone and leave my seeds behind -- I have no need for such haste, as you seem to. The cat has rubbed off on you."

While verbally teasing Sir's ego and implying his own superiority, Commodore did not stop stroking the tiger's dick, and Sir did not object to it. "Sure. Say the cat rubbed off on me, so long that doesn't stop the dragon from rubbing off the cat."

"I mean I could stop, but why would I?" The dragon chuckled as his cock drooled pre. "Consider Teryx Commodore a team player."

"Heh, sure, sure," grunted the tiger as he leaked harder. "Mrrr, tell you what though, old man... victory isn't associated with long delays. I'll get more juices this way and get more done than you, if you don't watch it. And that's all the easier when you keep helping me get more of what I need with no effort, like this."

Commodore corrected him, "Just because you can't see what I'm taking in, doesn't mean I'm not benefiting right now."

Teryx, however, knew quite well. Being used like this, his body puppeted and made to stroke a shaft like a lowly servant even as that strong confidence merged with his mind and compelled him to sass their fellow slug-and-host pair... it was doing things for him, making him aware once again of deep itches that had been less obvious during his memory-blocked period.

There was a hum of pleasure all through Teryx -- a steady, burning glow, as if that dry orgasm from earlier had somehow been captured and made to endure.

Competition had been good for the slugs. It had made Sir more thoughtful and Commodore more artful... which, for Teryx, meant more of every pleasure-making sensation.

"Such an effort at getting us this gift," mused Commodore Teryx. "Conceiving and executing the whole plan while we were in others. An amusing side effect of leaving our partners so fully 'alone' but with their memories intact."

"Ehh, this one is less loyal, but serviceable," said Sir, while Commodore finally took to licking at the shaft and causing periodic flinches of the tiger's frame. It seemed as though Harry was enraptured by pleasure from the neck down, even as Sir continued speaking relatively calmly from some ivory tower in the tiger's mind. "Grrrh, you really are insistent on giving me a head start... almost makes me feel sorry for you..."

"Heh... well, if it'll make you feel any better..."

The dragon turned around and kicked free of his dropped underwear away. He lifted his tail, and swayed it teasingly over the tiger's head, giving him a direct view of the bared rear.

"Why not return the favor by sating this one a little?"

"Hmph. Only because claiming any part of that body is high-value for me."

"Of course. Far be it for me to tell one of my own kind not to follow his accounting.."

Sir Harry got off the bed and stood up. "So much talking. Position yourself for my entry."

Teryx suddenly had full control of his speech, with Commodore briefly letting him ad-lib for them. Feeling contrarian, he opted to remain on the floor on all fours with his tail in the air, saying, "Sorry, I can't do that! My body is under the control of a lewd brain slug from outer space, and I simply cannot move to comply. You're going to have to force me. Roughly."

A mischievous joy ran through Teryx. It was the sort of claim so outlandish that, even if somehow overheard, it would be easily dismissed as weird role-playing. It was a trick they had used to good effect more than once when spending the night at hotels together.

The tiger's ears flicked as he moved in and grabbed the area where the dragon's ass met his hips. "I'll show you body control, old man!" -- and proceeded to swivel the dragon's rear around before letting loose a deep, instinctive growl that sounded as if it had been waiting in some stalled-back queue for some time. A series of uncoordinated pelvic thrusts followed, Harry's shaft leaking pre as he clumsily grabbed and penetrated the dragon at a kneel.

That kneel turned to a squat. The squat turned to a grunting, effortful stand as the tiger lifted his partner mid-fuck. Long and striped tail swaying, Sir Harry kept his knees low and thighs wide as he hauled the dragon back over to the bed and plopped him down -- Teryx's butt elevated and protruding from the edge, arms spreading and face toward the ceiling -- in order to give this room its proper christening as their daily fuck-spot for the week to come.

Harry love-bit Teryx's shoulder, and the dragon could hear and feel in the motions the subtle return of Harry himself to the equation: having spent the last minute or two being wound up by Sir, he was now being released to fuck with impunity. A primal growl spread spittle over Teryx's pecs as the tiger slammed into him, the force of his lusts now unleashed.

The weight of the tiger slamming against him -- over and over, making the leathery blue sack over his balls draw up close. He felt every thrust in both his stones and his hole, a mounting tingle building in his power back and all along the muscles of his rear. Once Harry was fully inside, Teryx clenched and milked -- and felt the tiger getting close.

For Harry, was no pacing himself at all -- yet strangely he didn't cum with the speed expected of a tiger. Instead he let out a low roar, a deep frustration building as he humped faster and harder, while Teryx's right hand came down to stroke his own ridged pillar. His maw parted, tongue dangling as the glow of pleasure rose through him -- a plateau that felt nearly as good as orgasms had prior to his infestation. Optimized... ( THROB!! ) he was optimized for this. A vessel of flesh that would feed its operator.

"Yes, Commodore... yes..." Teryx breathed as that plateau spiked upward into a mountain of a climax -- seed shooting past his face and soiling the bedsheets beyond. A few more contractions of his pelvic floor sent the rest of the load splattering over his mane, torso, and closer... all while his rear clenched in the same rhythm, driving a mrowling Harry over the edge.

The tiger came hard, barbs raking Teryx's insides as he did. He had gotten past the point of it hurting much, but it was a titillating prickle -- a thing he could feel deep with as he semen pumped and warmed him. Harry's pulse was pounding as his low, tigrish roar of climax developed -- head swaying, maw open, and eyes shut. He came like the bed-beast he was, spurting away inside of Teryx until the last drop was done.

Harry went quickly flaccid within ten seconds afterward -- enough to pull out and look at Teryx in a stupor. Eyes askew and dazed, the tiger stumbled forward -- fell awkwardly onto the bed beside the dragon, and seemed to pass out altogether for a time, his brain perhaps being 'rebooted' a bit before it would be presentable again.

Teryx, meanwhile, felt his afterglow being siphoned -- the pleasure dampening as the slug within his brain ate its generous portion of what made the experience the thing that it was. Before it was over, however, there was also a different kind of co-opting: the tingles of non-control returning, Commodore reasserting himself in governance over their form.

The dragon's right knuckles closed, claw-tips pressing experimentally against his palm.

"Well done," said Commodore.

* * *

Despite their earlier banter to the contrary, the alien slugs controlling Harry and Teryx seemed content to have the two laze in the room for a good while after their mating. When Sir Harry clumsily rolled off the twin bed that the two of them had been too-snugly sharing, they finally got up and pushed the bed together.

"So," said Commodore Teryx. "How fast can you replenish him?"

Sir Harry shrugged. "No business of yours, dragon-butt."

"It is imminently my business. It's part of our work."

"Heh..."

Getting in close, Commodore wielded the dragon's body as a lascivious kissing implement, nipping and smooching up under the tiger's neck: eroticized aggression at its finest. "Don't play coy, sweetheart. You have the same instincts I do.

"Hmm. Serious shop-talk here... I'm pretty sure I'm beating your methods for my guy," -- he thumbed at himself, "at least in the short run. I am starting to notice side effects. Unclear if it's working as well as I'd hoped, for the long haul."

The dragon frowned. "Explain."

The big feline's tail twitched, and he sat on the bed, folding his arms across his chest. "I experimented heavily with using his dreams and aspirations to milk him. However, many of those are self-destructive in flavor. Getting what I need as fast as possible has triggered certain... degradations, which have been getting worse in recent weeks."

Commodore Teryx rubbed at his chin in thought. "That sounds either kinky or undesirable. Clarify."

"A little of both, really. What do we do when the meat we're living in can't fully appreciate itself without breaking down? Even now, if I let him be honest, he fears me. Yet, he needs me. Every inch of this muscle-bound frame is as meek as a kitten without my guidance, now. I must leave instructions, detailed ones, when I leave. If he encounters a situation they do not cover, he starts to fall apart. His routine must not be disrupted."

The dragon's frown returned. "You have been burning the candle at both ends."

"'Burning' is what he craves, just as yours craves an elegant and thorough domination. These various bodies are NOT alike in which stimuli make them optimally productive for us."

"As I, too, have noticed. Some are not so amenable to the struggle that comes with being part of us. They collapse in fear and become nothing -- useless, beyond the most basic processes they execute when compelled to do so. Others, like your Harry, fuel is well as their fear twists into arousal -- but at what cost? Not that it isn't a cost we're willing to pay."

The tiger shrugged. "Heh. It may be time for us to accept that these bodies eventually burn out."

"Certainly, but it needn't be accepted immediately. We have options."

"We do, but there is also the imperative to make as many as possible..."

Commodore Teryx sounded wistful. "Yes. I know that instinct well. You may be my circumstantial rival in this, but it would be nonsense for us to fail to understand one another's struggles. Perhaps our instinct to 'optimize' falls short of seeing bigger-picture math at times."

"Perhaps." Sir Harry stretched and yawned. "Cozy place, by the way. He likes it."

The dragon snorted. "Cat wants to curl up and snooze?"

"A bit. He's tired and scared. Again."

"Why not let him talk freely?"

"He would scream, because his memories are unpacking. I'll have to mash him back into the mask I've made for him again. Masks, plural, really."

Watching all of this from the passenger seat of his mind, Teryx wondered, "You've had all these months with him and that's still where you're at?" He was surprised when he said it aloud, Commodore not restraining him.

Sir Harry glowered. In a reply that was half-growl, he said, "Yes. His persona that relates to you works fine with me inside him to make necessary adjustments. However, without me, and with the wrong stimulation--"

"--he breaks down. Which is why he's been so moody and weird lately in our 'perfectly normal relationship.'"

Sir Harry scratched thoughtfully at his neck fur. "Our newer iterations aren't having this problem with their homes -- at least not yet. Each has adapted to the needs of the one in which they dwell. This is ultimately an experiment on Harry in particular."

Teryx nodded. "Maybe give me the afternoon with him before you go hard on the swapping," he offered. "I can tour around the decks with him and act natural."

"I trust yours will manage your thoughts accordingly."

Commodore seized control of Teryx again and smirked, speaking in a cold and dry way, "As needed. He knows better than to bring it up at the wrong time."

The tiger snickered. "Very well. In that case, I'll go catch a shower and have him tidy for you, me observing, when he returns." Looking the dragon up and down, he smiled. "You two have fun in the meantime."

Teryx, to his pleasant surprise, discovered that Commodore's idea of fun was currently mellower than usual. Operating their body in a more blended fashion, they dressed their handsome exterior in a bathrobe and took a stroll back out onto the balcony, placing one hand on the rail and another on the seat-back of a chair.

The ocean matches your color fine, said Commodore in their head, but the furniture doesn't. You're going to look weird next to those aqua green chairs for the entire trip.

Don't say that!

You can't escape the truth.

A familiar rush filled Teryx's mind. He could feel the muscles around his prostate twitching and a sense of odd neediness returning. Careful, you don't want to burn me at both ends...

We know our limits, and we surpass them. Sir built his relationship with Harry on an improperly poured foundation.

Teryx was growing an erection under his robe, but he could not touch it. His hands were locked in place, statue-like, in their hold upon the nearby objects. Yes, Commodore. You know I have the same conclusion.

Harry isn't you. My offspring may need to learn that. Also, I don't trust Sir. I have been in Harry often enough to know he is downplaying how damaged the man is becoming.

Heh... also sounds a little too easygoing today, compared to his usual.

Yes. Honestly, if he told me those things about Harry's weaknesses, it must only be because he thinks it will benefit his efforts to outdo me. If I were him -- which, genetically, I am -- that would be my position.

I can see the angle.

Further, I would not mistake this as a desire for friendlier collaboration. His host is certainly not teaching him how to do that.

Heh. All the same, I'm worried about Harry. The last thing you guys need is the planet hating you because you're 'dangerous parasites.'

We are dangerous, and we are symbiotic in a way that could be called parasitic... which is all the more reason why we must be prudent. Now, watch the water for me...

The pleasure in Teryx's groin was rising, each slight billowing of the robe against his shaft sending ripples of pleasure through him. I can't look anywhere else.

Perfect. Now, relax. Stay with me, my host. Stay awake as I change you.

Teryx felt nothing at first -- only saw the water continuing to lap and move down below.

Then, there was what he could only describe as a momentary seizure. A jolt of something -- a forced exhalation as his body spasmed and his mind flooded with imagery and garbled language.

Teryx didn't feel optimistic. That... didn't seem like it worked.

Heheh, you'd be surprised. I've tucked something into you. A token of my esteem, just in case Sir gets any ideas.

Teryx then found himself in control again. He turned -- wandered back into the room, and was surprised to see Harry already sitting there waiting for him.

"Hey hun," said the naked tiger, who was still damp but had already toweled and blowdried most of the way off. "Feeling good?"

It didn't sound like Sir anymore; that alien-laced stiffness had left Harry's manner and speech. Commodore, likewise, seemed content to fade into the background again, with Teryx free to react as he would.

The dragon laughed. "Yeah, the air out there is really nice. Almost ready to go see what this boat has to offer. Besides the hot tiger."

Harry blepped, chuckled, and said, "Maybe after you get cleaned up, too. I didn't see you taking any shower after I railed ya." He sounded so confident.

"Goodness, you should know me better than that. I did say almost ready, not 'Let's leave ten minutes ago.'"

"Pffft. Go clean up. I need to air-dry some more anyway."

"Yes, and I need to get myself just so..."

Teryx swooshed a hand proudly through his mane and stepped majestically through the room and toward the shower, doing a little pirouette into the bathroom door -- for no other reason than to show off for the tiger in a silly fashion. He also knew it mildly annoyed Harry, which was all the more reason to do it.

Irrepressibly, Teryx would stroke himself to another dry orgasm in the shower, guided by Commodore's will. He could just imagine the slug sipping on his brain's juices, much as any random person might enjoy a nice margarita or other drink near one of the swimming pools here. Teryx was his bar -- his good watering hole, and the thought drove him beautifully... up.

It wasn't an earth-shattering orgasm, but more of a formality. A quickie, after which he swiftly went flaccid and no longer felt the need to touch himself. It was the start of Commodore teasing him up again, getting him ready for further enjoyment later.

Teryx left the shower eagerly, wondering to himself when that tide of pleasure would next rise higher. Commodore remained silent, adding to the anticipation.