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Skilled New Hands

Yes, Commodore: Volume 4, Chapter 2

For TeryxC by DolphinSanity

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When Harry and Teryx headed out together, Commodore made good on his stated plan, watching as a silent observer and manipulator while the dragon navigated that first afternoon aboard.

The two were dressed quite casually now -- T-shirts and short pants, open-toed paw sandals. Harry's shirt was a little too short for him, easily riding up a bit if he stretched his orange arms apart, which would expose his white underfluff to the breeze. Teryx approved, casting the occasional smirk or scritching hand in his boyfriend's direction, while his golden mane rippled like grain in the sea breeze. Occasionally, the solar-rainbow tip of his tail would find itself coiling around a bit of low railing -- or entwining with that fuzzy, slinky tube-tail of Harry's.

By and large, those few hours were an adventure in walking all over the place -- scoping out the amenities, sampling the food, and gauging Harry's reactions to things. By all appearances, he seemed perfectly normal for Harry... and it was easy for Teryx to slip back into the role of being "just his boyfriend," even though there was still that sexy voice in the back of his head that sometimes made him do things.

Including less sexy commands, such as compelling make himself familiar with how to reach the boat deck, and where exactly the lifeboats were. He had a vague, blended-perspective sense of "not wanting to go through that again" with "that" meaning splashed down adrift in the ocean, with no proper vessel to occupy. The analogy of "slug is to host as passenger is to ship" ran its inevitable course in his brainways, flowing like cold, dispassionate mathematics. It was very important to maintain proper control of a vessel at all times, and all necessary means and levers for doing so must be found and co-opted. The instinctive craving for that control pumped through his mind -- frigid alien neurosis at its finest. Spread, infest, control, guide, spread infest control guide spreadinfestcontrolguide--

"Hey hun, you okay?" Harry was asking him.

"Oh. Yeah," said Teryx, breaking from the loop and back to what passed for normal. "The lifeboats look like they're in really good condition."

"They ought to be!" laughed Harry. "This isn't some cheaped-out rustbucket; this place is classy."

Teryx nodded, glibly adding, "So was the price."

There along the starboard side, Teryx noticed the SeaSwim open-ocean swimming cage, currently in its elevated, stored position not far from this side's lifeboats.

The SeaSwim was a 60m long and 20m wide attraction that required signing liability waivers to use; it was designed for aquatic species and other extremely swift swimmers to be able to swim alongside the ship during certain scheduled halts and the gradual rebuildings of speed which followed. Water would flow in from the front and exit via tight grates at the back: swimmers who could not keep up with a given speed would inevitably collide with a sloped wall at the rear of the swimming area and get "beached" onto the ledge above. Terrestrial types tended not to endure beyond the slowest setting, though some hardcore athletes could handle the second.

There were devices mimicking this effect in some high-end coastal gymnasiums, too, but Teryx had heard that nothing beat the thrill of doing it "for real" with no land in sight. A fun thought for testing his own rain-dragonish swimming skills, but certainly one for later given its undeployed state. He'd have to look into its time slot sign-ups on the cruise's app later, if they weren't already booked to the brim. (Then when Teryx inevitably, eventually "beached," Harry could be there to poke fun at him and comb the seawater out of his hair with those slim black claws of his. Mm-mmm~ Truly, sometimes losing was the winner's game.)

The food was, as it inevitably is on any travel-tour, a mixed bag for their tastes. In this case, most of the sweet and salty snack types of places were terribly overpriced for what they were offering. The various themed restaurants seemed, at worst, worth the novelty of experiencing each of them, and both men looked forward to doing a rotation through the options over the course of their vacation voyage. More communal fine-dining and entertainment was also a thing, though some of the major attractions wouldn't truly come alive until the ship's nightlife had started. They could go in for dinner and a movie in a splendidly large theater, take in concerts that would be happening in the on-board performance arena, or go dancing in more traditional indoor spaces (or while rocking out in the aforementioned music venue).

That was all to say nothing of the typical athletic and theme-park amenities, which were on point. A huge, towering waterslide complex near midship. More traditional Olympic pools and wading areas, sporting pools, and a remarkably solid very standard terrestrial workout area, such as you might find on any landed gym -- but with the benefit of an open ocean wind blowing through the treadmill area, giving the joggers a feeling like running along a beach at dusk.

It was a nice cruise. It sure would be a shame if an alien threat seized control of it in a stealth coup. Then they could spread their control over an even wider area of influence, finding even more societal means and levers by which to accomplish what their sluggy bodies craved...

Teryx fingered idly along his left ear. Yep... sure would be a shame.

* * *

As their initial walkabout of the ship wore on, Teryx drifted into being steadily less lucid regarding his role and the alien presence. It was slow and slight, bits of data being taken away here -- a string of instinct being tugged there.

Each place they tried began to feel... "fun" -- a stereotyped kind of "fun," exactly as one would expect things to feel on a cruise liner -- and the situation certainly wasn't weird. There were no alien mind-slugs piloting burly-bodied, horny hosts down the water slides.

There was no need to think about that carried-on threat.

Thus, with each step, he once again became... "Teryx Commodore, vacationer." Happily boyfriended... and motivated from within by influences he didn't consciously "notice."

Periodically in this state, Teryx would experience flashes of arousal. He would be compelled to slip aside with Harry, smooching him and groping him -- the two semi-publicly enjoying themselves, stopping just short of blatant bulge-frottage.

Harry was receptive. They both, increasingly were. The flame was strong in their romance. It was love, and their love was horny. It seemed to take all their willpower not to have a sexy dom-sub-switch tussle right there on one of the public walkways -- but, some critical sense of stealth, if not exactly propriety, kept Teryx from going too far.

Ultimately, they settled for lewd conversation more than the hands-on approach. (Now that their bodies were ambiently worked up, verbal teasing would be much more effective in priming them for later.)

"I hear rumors that the cruise staff in places like this have the best secret orgies," said Harry at one point while they were in transit across an upper deck.

Teryx laughed. "Please."

"It's true! Ships have all these little nooks, prep rooms, and secret areas. Who knows what the staff and crew get up to?"

Teryx didn't prefer being put into the role of the responsible one here, but he played it anyway: "I'm sure if we need an orgy we can find an announced one somewhere."

"Sure! Maybe that's where we'll find out about the unannounced ones."

Teryx whapped the back of Harry's neck with an open palm, prompting a faux-offended roar from the tiger and then a belly laugh as they embraced and kissed again.

"I love you so much, you silly thing," Harry said, a purr of excitement in his chest.

Teryx smiled back. "Yeah. I love you too, kitty~"

They kissed again, the breeze picking up as they enjoyed it. Harry's pupils dilated, his muscle tension melting into a more passive submission in a fast-burning response to the word "kitty." Before long he was leaning against an exterior wall beneath a flight of stairs, with Teryx feeling up under his loose T-shirt, rubbing through the belly fur while Harry chuffed, growled, and gazed into the sky. Light pawings of protest from his meaty hands did nothing to dissuade the dragon from continuing -- the blue hand working its way lower, lower, into the fluff just above his groin, scritching and rubbing while a bulge formed.

The sound of footsteps on the metal stairs got Teryx to stop. He grinned, licked his boyfriend's nose, and led the calmed Harry around by the hand.

The submissive effect passed with time, but Harry would remember it as a time of being overcome with a deep, felinoid satisfaction -- a feeling like lazing for hours under a gentle sun, while someone wiser made the decisions.

It was a gentle "kitty." First-level "kitty." Teryx somehow knew he shouldn't say that word directed at Harry too often, but once in a while was okay. It helped keep him... easy to manage, like the big lovey-cat he was. There was nothing abnormal about that.

* * *

Within a few more hours, the sun was setting, and the daytime events were nearing their closing times. Harry suggested getting a massage, and Teryx (and his silent passenger) agreed.

Each man queued up for separate massage rooms but found that there were people ahead of them who had just gone in to start the process. While waiting, the dragon and tiger were encouraged to explore the spa complex of which the massage rooms were a part, so as to avail themselves of any sauna chambers or hot tubs they might find appealing.

Thus, a few minutes later, they found themselves in a boxy, glass-doored steam room: seated on benches. It was a chance for the mind and muscles to relax.

True to his nature as a rain dragon, Teryx held a certain fondness for water in all its forms. The warm vapor rising around him, subtly coercing him into that sense of peace and refreshment. As if the tiny droplets were saying, It's for your own good, Teryx. You must rest, Teryx~

...No, that was Commodore talking. Like a dimmable light being steadily turned up, Teryx was becoming conscious of it all again.

You should take notes, Teryx told Commodore as he sank deeper into the restful atmosphere.

I am. It's always interesting, the interplay between your environment and neurology.

For once, Commodore seemed to feel no need to pontificate about it. Teryx had been expecting an elaboration about how the brain's current reaction was a more extreme variation on what might happen in a hot shower -- something of that sort. Instead there was silence, the slug observing quietly.

The rain dragon knew he was a hazard and a "fraud." A captured, infected, infested thing. Sitting here in a steam room just like anyone else. No one knowing -- all oblivious to the fate he was slowly but surely participating in bringing to them.

Despite this, he couldn't feel bad. Either by his own convictions, Commodore's meddling, or the pure relaxation of the setting. Really, it was probably all three.

He exhaled his cares away as he sank back against the well-sealed wood of the steam box. The rigid texture of its narrow slats felt cozy against his bare back.

For just a moment, Teryx didn't have bodily control. He felt a bout of pins-and-needles at his extremities, but these subsided as he let go. He felt the imminence of Commodore's mind in contact with his own -- qualia like those from being physically seated next to someone, a third presence along with him and the tiger.

Commodore inhaled deeply, letting the steamy air linger in his lungs, and then slowly blew it back out. Some of it remained vaporous enough through the round trip that it looked like he was exhaling a thin, steamy breath weapon.

Harry, seated along the opposite wall, had his eyes shut and arms folded. He seemed to respond to the dragon's breath, unfolding to reveal his moistened chest -- relaxing some, himself, as he gripped along the front of the bench with his hands.

Teryx felt control return to him. Nice, isn't it?

Curiously, Commodore didn't answer in words this time. The only response Teryx sensed was the neurological hum of something alien. A different sort than he could recall experiencing. It made him wish, vaguely, to get up and run, dance, or play, though the urge was distant enough that there was no imperative to act upon it.

We are well-adapted to water, was Commodore's terse and unfeeling reply. It is useful that your bodies depend so much on it. Had I been dropped onto a non-aqueous world, it seems unlikely I would have survived.

Teryx smirked, but laziness and comfort continued to reign in his body. You have a lot to learn about taking a spa day.

I am learning rapidly. I am leveraging your neurology for our purposes.

Just don't punish me by making me pop a boner here in the box with Harry. I'd hate that.

Tempting, but insufficiently productive. I foresee a much higher-value moment for that. Soon.

Teryx's penis stirred through no direct manipulation of Commodore's. There was something fundamentally arousing about the creature's confident governance over his physiology. Before long, Teryx's towel bulged.

Guess I popped it myself.

Your lust for my control is to be encouraged.

Yeah... I... wouldn't it be something, if you just had another 'me' handy and could pick me up right here and do me against the wall? With all this steam?

Teryx was fantasizing, finding the imagery unusually vivid -- his own reflection hoisting him, entering him... the quiet rocking of body against wood, the pink of his ridged member obscured by the hot fog.

You know I would do that and so much more. You know that I will do that and so much more.

A droning, all-encompassing sense of penetration filled Teryx, as though he were being mated body-and-soul by that dreamed-up copy of himself -- the pleasure burning through him, shaft and groin tingling. The next swell of those tides had arrived in force.

With a gasp and a sigh, Teryx felt his bliss blossom into a dry yet steamy peak, his cock twitching repeatedly but not giving up any seed, and his insides clenching around the thick dick that wasn't really there.

Fuck, thought Teryx.

Commodore was silent, that alien mental hum continuing.

Maybe it was the steam, and maybe it was a trick of Commodore's growing experience at manipulation... but, somehow, the tiny alien seemed sexier than ever right now, pushing his buttons the way a pianist danced fingers over the ivories. He felt the soft motion of his prick straining in the towel's plush fabric. He looked again to Harry and saw that the tiger was breathing steadily with his head bowed, either meditative or maybe even asleep.

Teryx felt an increasingly urgent need to cum for Commodore, as if it was imperative that his seed join the hot steam in this room. Equally, however, he felt restrained from touching himself, or from making that climax happen. The intensity of both climbed rapidly as his orgasm processed through his mind, until he heard an embarrassing little whine rise in his throat.

Then, like some wave crashing against the shore, it all faded. The intensity of his climax was quelled; the neediness and desire settled down. He felt a return to calmness, focus, and passive warmth. His erection slackened and began to recede, like a tide from the coast.

It belongs to me, said Commodore.

It?

Teryx felt a wave of detailed awareness of his body's various parts and attributes, flowing first from the top of the head, then down through his neck and onward. All of this. It is mine. Every inch of this flesh. Its every product. I am its rightful partner and the consumer of the nutrition it provides.

It was hard to think anything but, Yes, Commodore! Yes you are!! Teryx wanted to muster up some of his usual snark, but in the peace of the sauna and the changing mindset Commodore was inflicting upon him, he didn't really want to. He was content to let the slug show off.

Complete your relaxation. Then you will find a suitable temporary host.

Teryx physically nodded and huffed a breath. It was hard not to feel eager about his orders after encouragement like that!

* * *

Teryx smiled as he got called into the massage room some minutes later, wearing only a plush white towel.

"You're lucky," said the masseuse, a German shepherd dog of relatively lithe build, though not so far from the average. His tall brown ears stood at attention as he looked Teryx over and sniffed. "I sense you've enjoyed our steam rooms?"

Teryx chuckled. "It was a rousing experience."

The dog smiled. Politely, he explained, "There's a specific faint odor to the wood that lines the back of those boxes. I can pick it up if I sniff carefully."

Darn. Teryx had hoped he was referring to subtly smelled musk, though he supposed the towel might be inhibiting that. Either that or the shepherd was just too prim to say something to that effect. Teryx liked his massage therapists a bit more open, really; they could be more fun that way.

"Askim," said the dog as he offered to shake Teryx's hand.

The dragon reciprocated and nodded. "Teryx Commodore. I require your skilled hands."

Askim flexed his fingers and lolled his tongue. "That's what they pay me for! Come, sit on the bench and let me get a look at you.

It was a straightforward massage-parlor treatment: Teryx facedown at first, massage oils applied, his back given a proper series of choppings and rubbings from the head downward, even providing attention to the tension in his thick draconic tail. With the lingering heat of the steam room still in his flesh, it was a delight for Teryx, who could feel the stress of the day's walking being struck and kneaded beneath the durable surface of his hide. Some minutes later, he was asked to flip over and did so -- turning and spreading his legs a bit, letting his inevitable bulge be just a bit prominent -- Askim professionally paying it no mind at all while he worked the oils over the front as well and repeated the process.

While the GSD progressed through this work, Commodore and Teryx were silently collaborating in the dragon's brain, concocting just the right approach to try against this unsuspecting pup. It was during that latter half of the main massage, while Askim's broad snout was close and the hands were rubbing along Teryx's pecs, that the alien-hosting dragon spoke up.

"Tell me, Askim... do you like stories?"

Askim blinked nervously as he kept rubbing along the legs. "Yes."

"In my family, there are many old stories about magical dragons that could fly about at will, control the elements, and so on."

Askim smiled. "Not such an uncommon theme."

Teryx chuckled. "It could be nonsense, of course. Just imagine, some regal force descending from the heavens and leaving people like me behind. If you go back far enough, who knows where a dragon traces his genealogy?"

The shepherd kept working methodically around the bulge, which had settled into a lazier plumpness for now. He then had Teryx turn over again for a few more rounds of chopping and kneading at the upper back, as if to chase some knot from before that he had missed quite fixing. The shepherd seemed nervous but was trying not to let the nerves get him off his game.

"Mmm, you know," continued Teryx, "the best of those stories are said to be the tragic ones. The ones with some moral or other. Though I am not so sure I agree."

"Oh?"

"Yes, my good man. My favorite stories are the ones with happy endings."

He turned over as he said it, letting his resurged erection lurk like a candlestick beneath the white cloth of the towel.

Askim tugged at his collar and gulped. "Happy endings, you say?"

Teryx smiled. "Yes. A happy ending, crafted by the skilled hand of a true artist."

Askim nodded slowly, shakiness overtaking him as his less than professional lust became apparent -- to Teryx, if not so much to himself.

Winking, Teryx added, "The tongue is also good. I am a great believer in the importance of oral tradition."

Askim seemed caught in the offered choice -- and slipped his hand under the towel, swiftly moving it away as he folded his fingers around the...

...ridged...

...absolutely raging...

...so erect that it was a challenge to grasp in one hand, dragon phallus.

Askim's eyes drifted down to it, pulse pounding as he felt it throb for him. The dragon met his gaze a second later, Teryx's saucy expression settling to a beamed smile of pleasure as the handjob began.

The motions were skilled, but the tension in the shep's upper body and face told a more complex story. Teryx was not quite privy to the man's thoughts but could imagine them running thusly: fuck, he was doing this, not because he had been asked, but because he was so pent up and turned on.

That was the poor, tortured look of a man who wanted another man to do things to him -- but insisted on keeping things clinical. No homo.

From the back of Teryx's mind, Commodore commented: Oh, this will be a fun one...

Teryx said to Askim, "Your touch is just what I've needed... do let me smell your face, as well~"

The notion should not seem strange to the dog, who would be used to this request from other canines in casual contexts. As Askim drew closer. Teryx muzzled under his neck and sniffed at his muzzle and cheek -- pleasured groans rising as the pre leaked.

Sniffing the dog's fur was relatively uneventful, except to note that he seemed to use some sort of smooth, herbal shampoo that left a pleasant meekness to his aroma. Teryx used the close proximity to get a better view of the dog's ears, working out how he wanted to ensure safe passage for Commodore. The sheer size of the earlobes allowed a good amount of room for error here, though it would be important to keep the dog restrained during the transition.

Feeling those soft pads working his meat, it was hard for Teryx not to see him as "one of us" already. So steady and intricate with his motions that it was almost magical, the fingers working the grooves of the cock's ventral ridges and sweeping teasingly up around the tip. The dog seemed to overcome his initial homophobia in the interest of delivering the best handy he could, though his investment in the act was impossible to hide: he was panting as he did it, his grip getting more desperate, like a lover's, as Teryx's climax neared.

"Enjoyable?" Askim asked cutely as he heard Teryx rumbling.

"Yes~" confessed Teryx as he felt the edge nearing, his groin muscles providing some warning through the smaller contractions that marked the buildup. "The dragon is getting much happier..."

Askim got him nearly there -- paused, stroked firmly, another of those throbs of warning rippling through the meat. There was a look of mixed elation and What am I doing? with the dog's allegedly heterosexual gaze lingering hard on that rod like it was a treat-bone waiting for his tongue.

Teryx's spine arched and hips jutted, head leaning back flat as he prepared to give. Askim kept up the effort, working Teryx fully over the edge... and, to their mutual surprise, triggered a massive but noteworthily dry orgasm. The shaft spasmed hard in several rhythmic pulses, with Teryx softly groaning his approval while he rubbed gently up at the shepherd's side. Askim did not object, seeming to read it as a typical response of the dragon's to being pawed off like this.

"Does that satisfy, sir?" Askim inquired, sounding a little proud of himself.

"Heh... that's only a stopover," murmured Teryx. "The quest is barely in its second act."

"Mmm, you don't say. Well, if the dragon needs further adventures, I am sure I can continue lending a hand -- if but for a little while longer."

Teryx opened his eyes and gave Askim a smug glance. "You truly are capable; it seems wrong for me to insist that only the dragon ends happily."

"Oh, no, sir -- that is no trouble. I am the humble massage therapist here. The 'hero' is, ah, entitled to my help on his quest, so to speak."

Teryx sat up and felt the shepherd's open right hand, working fingers affectionately over the creases. "What if the hero wants you in his party?"

Askim closed his hand without thinking, reciprocating the hand-hold briefly before reopening it. Stammering a little, he said, "Sir, it is my job."

Teryx laughed. "I know very well what it is. This is your job and my recreation... and I am making you a proposition. I am your last client of the night. Might you wish to enjoy me?"

The forward delivery gave the horny shepherd pause. He glanced toward the picture again -- then found his face touched by the dragon, a consoling squeeze applied to the opposite shoulder as Teryx stood up by him.

Askim gulped. "It would not be right for me to ask you--"

"Then do not bother asking."

Askim found himself seductively grabbed -- heart fluttering as the dragon pulled him in close and nuzzled at his neck, a hand reaching around to touch his pronounced bulge.

"Why not be quiet," continued Teryx, "and wait patiently, like a good dog?"

Askim wobbled, his right leg trying to twitch as the dragon scritched simultaneously up his belly and behind the edge of the left ear.

"Still think I should stop?"

Askim shook his head, moaning a soft, soulful little quiet howl as he sank into the relaxation of the affection. He didn't seem to get many ear-scritches aboard the ship, and it showed in just how euphoric the act was for him.

"Very good, my willing playmate. Now, let me show you how I play."

Teryx cozied up against Askim and nestled his head along the canine one. Ear meeting ear, the seduced shepherd unaware...

There was a rush of pleasure and a tension-ending feeling of disconnection as Commodore decoupled from the dragon, the slug soon squirming free and onto the left earlobe of the dog. Teryx grabbed him tighter -- a shot of adrenaline and a jolt of purpose guiding the important act of restraining him. Askim grunted in revulsion as the full, slimy feeling wormed its way inside his head -- and then rapidly lost coherence, starting to mumble and stammer before briefly convulsing and settling still in the arms of the dragon.

The dog's eyes lidded, his whole form momentarily passive and placid. Like a warm doll-person there in Teryx's arms. A thing waiting to be piloted by his Commodore.

Beautiful. So beautifully and efficiently shut down, it was like art. Commodore and his kind had been learning, studying different kinds of creatures... finding the right switches for the right brains...

Teryx pet the dog slowly -- feeling up along his chest and nibbling speculatively along his neck. When Commodore seized him fully, these affections from the dragon would be the first things felt: signs of the bond between them.

A few seconds later, Askim's eyes shot open, and his spine straightened in a crude and diagnostic fashion, the various muscles of his extremities twitching. Each finger clenched shut and relaxed open; his eyes blinked a few times; his shoulders rolled and thighs flexed and moved. His tail pressed against Teryx's leg, stiffly at first, before rising and wagging for several seconds -- then abruptly stopped and slackened straight down.

"Aaa -- aaa... rrrrhh..." said the shepherd incoherently as his jaw hinged open. Then he turned around and faced Teryx. Eyes blank and seeming to lack any knowledge of what was going on. It made Teryx wonder whether Commodore's initial tactic was a short-term memory wipe, pure body-puppetry, or both.

"Ter-yx," said the shepherd, without context, as if he were reading the word from some ancient manuscript that was nearly illegible. Then his flexible face smiled, tongue lolling as he panted in a glazed, happy fashion at the name.

The bulge in the dog's pants stiffened significantly. Enough that his right thigh started to twitch up against it, sort of rubbing against it to derive pleasure from the friction between the meat and the fabric.

"Ter-yx. Commodore... aaaaaah...!!"

The latter utterance was accompanied by a relaxing of the jaw and a maladroit attempt to hug the dragon, which Teryx accepted with a warm and steadying embrace. It still looked like there was no one home behind the eyes -- like the dog might as well have been sleepwalking -- and he imagined Commodore in there pushing every neurological button to confirm what worked as expected and what was different.

"BAAWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" the shepherd suddenly declared, throwing back his head and lowering his ears as his howling instinct triggered. The sound cut off an instant later. Teryx laughed and pulled away, shaking off the surprise of the loud noise. Askim also laughed -- somewhat mechanically -- and then said loudly, "Forgive me! That joke was just too good, I had to howl!" as if to play off what he had just done.

Normally, hearing a loud noise like that at such a close range would have pissed Teryx off, but it instead triggered an improbable reserve of deep patience and desire as he understood this sort of experimentation to be necessary. Waiting while Askim underwent these initial changes felt... rewarding. So much so that Teryx soon realized Commodore had left him a neurologically programmed gift: he was being conditioned to enjoy it when Commodore explored other hosts in his presence.

Indeed, the mere thought of that was turning Teryx on more... he could bend the shepherd over like this, fuck him at will -- serve as a provider of the stimulation that would help Commodore continue to gather resources for budding. A little game of "milk the pent-up dog."

The shepherd's tongue found Teryx's as their embrace tightened up. Slurping licks of affection -- deep sniffs of the face and down along the mane -- a feeling of pressure as that tight bulge rubbed up against him. A whining noise from the throat -- a heartbeat quick and excited.

Teryx kissed him. Imagining that it was Commodore himself, he kissed deeply and enjoyed the minty taste of the dog's pristine mouth, apparently kept extra fresh for the sake of his line of work. His tongue was strong and a little slobbery, but that didn't make it any less fun.

Then that nose buried itself in the fluff of the dragon's mane -- inhaled deeply, and lingered.

"This body is... so good to touch," the shepherd said, seeming to be a bit more himself now, although with his perceptions no doubt filtered and manipulated.

His clumsy movements as he dropped to a kneel made it evident that he was still being puppeted. He licked at Teryx's sack -- felt up the sides of those blue thighs and squeezed at their strength. There was a sense of intoxication -- the dog unable to pull away from total psychological fixation on the dragon.

Askim slurped the scrotum. He lapped up against the shaft's base, tracing each ridge with a jab of his tongue. He hugged around the ankles and said -- in a state of submission so deep that it might be worship -- "My Teryx... my... favorite... body." The words growly and hungry. The tail swishing -- quick left, quick right. Askim teetered left as he ran his tongue adoringly over a thigh; then came the inevitable removal of his pants -- the locking and blinding of the door.

The brown, sleek-fluffed butt swayed for Teryx, almost dancing while the right hand resumed stroking at him. Sheer volume of precum was making the motions lathered and gooey, wet schlllp sounds going with the masturbation.

Then Teryx placed a hand on his head -- petting him. Askim looking up -- pulling aside, letting go of the cock, and splaying his arms and chest playfully over the surface of the massage bench -- his actions some mixture of activated canine instincts and direct control.

The tail lifted -- then lowered, and flagged aside for Teryx.

"Happy ending," the anthro dog said -- almost barked. "Make it happy... s... slut."

Teryx smirked. "There's my Commodore."

"Fill its rear, quickly," growled the dog. "Let us see how it enjoys this..."

Teryx wrapped his arms around Askim and pulled the dog in close, hearing irregular breaths and cut-off gasps as the control suppressed his struggling. As the cock ground up against the soft fluff of the shep's spine, these attempts to break free waned -- Commodore settling into his place of authority over the puny terrestrial brain.

"Relax," Commodore Askim growled, as if to 'himself.' "Feel how much you need this man. You are fortunate to get to touch his body and be touched by it..."

The dog's erection burgeoned -- the knot popping uncontrollably and the shaft trembling with arousal before Teryx could even get inside.

"Such a slut... such a good, dick-hungry slut," Askim was forced to say as that draconic shaft drilled into him. "H-hrrf... needs so much dick inside..."

If Askim was struggling about these assertions, that struggle was most apparent in his cock: the sexual tension was spiking, causing rhythmic flinches of the pelvic floor that were making the dog's stiff meat bob and jut upward. He groaned as Teryx took him, whole body trembling as the pre-soaked member slowly spread him, another quiet "woooooooooh~!" noise escaping the dog's throat.

"You will come again for another massage," Commodore Askim said. "Tomorrow. Come. Grrrh... come...!!"

The shepherd emptied a pent-up load all over the massage table, while Teryx kept steadily fucking him.

"I'll come as often as my Commodore needs me to," the dragon whispered. "And so will you, dog."

"It will," agreed the pleasure-blasted puppet.

Teryx grabbed the dog's scruff in his teeth -- hilted, and tugged lustingly as he put out a measured, shorter series of fast thrusts into that tight rear, which was flexing around him. Absolutely virgin, it was trying to clench up and expel him, but between how hard he was and how much control Commodore already had, this did not occur. The dog's tailhole relaxed and dilated, taking every inch and that straining girth -- Askim moaning as Teryx kept fucking him.

"No escape," whispered the dog, the source of the words initially unclear. "Join us... you'll never be alone again..."

Shuddering, the dog came a second time, his body blurting out a second wave of cum from his penetration-milked prostate.

Teryx felt around his chest and stroked softly, dick throbbing hot as he felt his own moment arriving. "That's it... keep up that massage. Every part of you needs to be ready to work hard~"

That tight hole did things for him -- wonderful things, its rhythm and pressure syncing up with Teryx's needs, the dragon growling as he felt his edge getting pulled closer. He had been thinking maybe to ham it up, slow things down, but Commodore had other plans.

"My vessel," Commodore Askim breathed. "Give it to me~"

Teryx felt weak at the knees: he couldn't hold back, his body going into spasms on the spot. He ejaculated every drop, the pleasure spiking as he plumbed the shepherd's depths. He swore under his breath as the peak progressed, the dog's back arching and soft arfs following.

When the rumblings of Teryx's climax were over, the shep looked back at him, the infested ear flicking once before he tongue-lolled, looking dopily proud of himself.

Teryx pulled out slowly, feeling the hole wink shut firmly as his prick emerged. Smiling, he said, "Good boy," and gave the dog another scritch along the upper back.

"Right back at you, flesh puppet," said Commodore, in suddenly chilling control of Askim's voice.

Then the dopey, happy face returned, Askim happily staring at nothing in particular as Commodore spelunked the playground of his neurology.

Teryx stood, wiped himself, and re-folded the towel about his waist. He suspected Commodore could take it from here.

Grinning from ear to ear, the dragon left the room -- sad to feel the vacancy in his mind left by Commodore's absence, but adoring the thought of what would be going through the shepherd's mind during the next several hours.