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*** Becoming We ***

This is the beginning of our story, a story of a creature that consumed all sentient life on this planet. And much like any modern tale involving a catastrophe like this, it begins in a government facility where the arrogance of one man silenced our whistle blower. It was so delicious to consume him and get the start of our story, and I can't help but want to share it with you Zane.

We are one after all. No secrets amongst the legion.

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"Sir! You're going to want to see this," the lab mouse squeaked. His supervisor, a lanky black cat sauntered over to the screen with a series of numbers and atmospheric readings. It was an abnormally large meteor headed right for earth.

"What are its specs?" The cat inquired as the screen's flashing numbers turned red.

"It's within plausible impact size." The mouse read off while mashing numbers on their keyboard to furiously make some calculations.

"Damn it, David," the cat groaned more out of annoyance than fear for the impact. "What does that mean? I need numbers, not estimates."

"Ninety eight meters, Sir!" The mouse known as David jumped in their seat and straightened up at the order.

"David, what did I say about wasting my time?"

"I know, it's just that-"

"If I have to jump to your side for every piece of space debris that comes flying through our atmosphere, I'm going to be an Olympic gymnast by the end of the week."

"I know, Sir, but its composition is-"

"I don't care if it's made of diamonds or tungsten! If it's less than a hundred meters, we don't give a damn. Now stop wasting my time David, or I'll put you on the first ship to freeze your tail off in Alaska!"

"Y-yes Sir," David timidly squeaked. He was always such a nervous nelly. Not anymore, huh Zane? He spends his days on his back taking our accumulative nut without a care in the world. It's what we wanted, and we always get what we want. The legions we command love to destress with his pert little ass.

Sorry? Did I get you excited? Don't worry my dear, Zane. Your part of the story will be coming up soon. Keep your pants on.

It was around this time that the meteor was entering the exosphere and well on its way to the thermosphere, and ready to burn up in the mesosphere. Thank your heavenly stars, Zane, that the atmosphere of your planet was corrupted just enough for that pitiful rock to make it through. It's time for our favorite part of the story. Where our perfect vessel fell right into our laps, or should I say we fell into yours? Now, why don't we start from our beginning.

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It was a brisk fall afternoon. It had just rained and the clouds were still lingering, draping the world in a modest gloom. The smell of petrichor filled the air while wet leaves and grass squelched beneath the drake's shoes as he made his way through the dirt path to his home. The drake was eastern in nature. Bright imperial yellows from his ancestral homeland gleamed on his scales and fluffy pink plumage covered his head and rolled down his back and tail.

This of course, was Zane. The hero of our story...you don't like the title hero? We certainly think you are. How about anti-hero then? More fitting? Good, yes, good. Anti-hero it is. Again, this was Zane, our stories anti-hero in fast food armor. Zane was taking a shortcut through the woods, cursing his employer for making him stay late and get caught in the rain. He also cursed his useless degree in English that forced him into the arms of such a demented boss. His hoody, employee handbook approved, was soaked through down to his baggy polo and shorts. He loved his plumage, but it acted much like the cotton candy it mirrored when wet. It fell flat against his body and his clothes clung to him sapping the heat from his bones.

This all worked to show off his lanky form. Had he any muscle at all, it would have been showcased in stark definition, but sadly he was also like his ancestral drakes in that regard. Long, languid limbs and lithe fluid bodies. He would look like he could fly away right then and there if it weren't for the water weighing him down like a soaked napkin stuck to a chopstick.

Zane was so miffed at the whole situation he didn't care that this was a local gang's turf, and so distracted by his anger that he missed the clouds parting for a particularly small meteorite. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately depending who you ask, he didn't know what was happening until it was too late. One thing movies and shows fail to tell you about meteors is that they are far more destructive than their size implies. A meteor of just one kilometer is considered "world ending," but this little baseball sized nugget would be "world changing" for the lucky drake.

Zane was thrown from his position as the earth exploded around him. He could hardly understand what was happening. Did that gang somehow get land mines or something? It was far-fetched, but also more plausible than a meteor hitting just a few yards away. Had Zane gotten off a little earlier from his shift, or got a good night's rest the night before, maybe this never would have happened, but here we are.

Zane coughed as he scraped mud and dirt from his clothes. What was that explosion? If it was a landmine, who knows how many more there were. It was best to probably wait for help, but Zane's overworked and exhausted mind decided to go the way of curiosity. He was drawn towards the chaos and found himself looking deep into the mortar sized crater. Inside was a rock, oozing a black goo from its fractured cracks. The ooze bubbled and frothed from the heat of the meteor, but heat wasn't much of a problem for Zane. His scales protected him from heat. Hell, he'd flipped burgers with his bare hands before because it was easier than washing a spatula.

"Is it so hot it's melting stuff on the inside and it's coming out?" Zane reached for the rock. In his exhausted mind he didn't even register it could be molten nickel and well out of his tolerance range for heat. One thought did occur to him, though. How much money he could get for a real meteorite!

That's when one became we.

The dark ooze suddenly stopped moving. No frothing or bubbling at all. Zane should have taken this as a sign that something was up, but again, exhaustion. The meteorite cracked in half and the black goop lunged forward.

Zane lost his balance and fell as his hand was assaulted by the goop. He tried to grip it and get it off, but this only caused his other hand to be coated in the living ooze.

And it burned.

Not hot burn mind you, but like a snake bite. Zane had no reference for this pain, as he had never been stung by a jelly fish before, but that's what it was akin to. The drake clawed at the goop as it slowly started to encapsulate his arms. He writhed on the ground as the gunk took more and more of his body into that stinging pain. It grappled its way aggressively up the drakes slender neck and forced his maw open. It was like several tinny hands were prying his jaw apart before it thrust itself down his muzzle. Not necessarily down as much as it was directly into his spine. Zane gargled as that creature violated him, his head began to burn, he could feel it in his damned horns it hurt so much, but then, numbness.

The sudden absence of pain was alarming and euphoric all at the same time. Zane sat up and watched as the ooze melted off his body like it wasn't ever there at all. Then, Zane moaned.

What is this? The drake thought. How is it that my spine feels so...good?

Inside his mind, a light went on. Not like he had an idea, but like a spark of something was there.

"Who's there?" He asked. The spark was like a single eyeball inside his skull, slithering around leaving a syrupy pleasure on the folds of his brain.

At that point, we didn't know how to talk yet. We were a mindless organism trying to find purchase in your organic form. But we knew baser needs. Freedom, fun, and fucking. A primordial soup that would change Zane's world forever.

"What the hell are you doing on our turf?" A hulking bear came sauntering out of the woods. He wore a cutoff sweatshirt, exposing his pierced nips. He had a purple bandana tied around his head and sported worn jeans with thick hiking boots. "You setting off some fireworks or something? Cut that shit out! You'll have the cops crawling all over this place."

Danger, it was the only word we knew at the time. Fight or flight responses were on a hair trigger after merging with Zane.

"Danger? What?" Zane was confused, but he understood the thought process of the thing in his head. He should be more concerned about a foreign presence in his skull, but everything was happening so fast.

"Danger? You threatening me bitch!" The bear came hulking forward. He had massive muscles. He definitely worked out all day and fucked all night. He still smelled of the cigarettes he was smoking before he came over to investigate.

"No, please! This is a huge misunderstanding!" The drake pleaded.

The bear grabbed Zane by his soaked shirt and lifted him off his feet. Water dribbled between his fingers from wringing it so tight,.

"Your ass is grass, bitch!"

DANGER! FIGHT!

"Wait, what do you mean-" Zane could barely form a sentence as he moaned. His chest felt amazing. A pressure like someone was teasing his prostate filled his chest. Zane's feet twitched in the open air as the bear was oblivious to what was going on.

"What the hell dude? You tweakin' or some shit?"

That's when the bear tried to let go, but couldn't. He shook Zane, but he was still holding him.

"What the fuck?" The gang grunt snarled before looking at his hand. He was...sinking into this dragon?

It was far too late. He would become we.

Zane was also catching on and realized he was stuck to the bear. The pleasure was overridden by panic. Zane gripped the bear's wrist and tried to pull him away. Had this fucker just pulled a terminator and was ripping out his heart? As soon as he gripped the bear's wrist, his hands felts slick. He was suddenly taken back into his memories of when he was fingering his dragon slit and playing with the tip of his dick. So sensitive. It was like the pleasure was being relived in his hands.

"F-f-fuck..." Zane groaned.

No need for panic Master Zane. Just pleasure. Let your body tell you what to do. We told you through your pleasure and your most basic desires.

Zane was still a very small drake, so there wasn't much for the bear to "fall" into. Instead Zane's body was wrapping itself around the bear. Zane's clothes fell away from his body, exposing the light cream color of his underbelly, as it slithered and grappled like that black ooze did earlier.

"Fuck no dude! Back off you freak-" he was cut off as Zane's blue eyes met his in a strange one-sided kiss. For Zane, it was like he was sucking his own dick as he made out with that raving bear face. Every ounce of him was a blaze with pleasure.

Zane floated in bliss, his body a mix of sensations as information flooded his mind. Growing up in foster care, getting kicked out, joining a gang and spending time working out, dealing, and fucking. His name was Owen. The bear. His thoughts were now property of Zane. He could access every part of his memory and skills.

Finding best genetic traits.

Modifying DNA.

The words of his brain invader were meaningless as he absorbed this bear, draining his brain was like busing his nut over and over again into a nice warm ass. He couldn't help but suck it all up, drain every last bit of that bulky meal. It was too good not to.

Comprehending dialect.

Memorizing languages.

Implanting new priorities and desires.

It was gibberish. It was nothing to concern himself with as he wrapped that bear and did as he pleased. That massive dick and balls had blasted brats into bitches all over town. It was now going to be used for our pleasure. Those muscles would be used for our strength. That brutish nature will bend to our will.

He shall become we.

Step forward, Master Zane.

As quickly as it started, it was over. Zane stepped forward, and every step was euphoric. Every crunch of a leaf, every blade of grass, and every trampled flower was sending electric tingles up his spine.

Turn around and meet your slave.

Zane's heart skipped a beat. Slave? He spun around to see the bear kneeling before him. He had been reborn as a blond bear, his fur a mixture of yellows and pinks. He stood to his intimidating height, his muscles rippling and dick hard and dripping pre.

"Master Zane, it is my honor."

Zane's mind fluttered. What was going on? That's when he noticed something. The bear wasn't as tall as before. No...he was the same size...but he, himself, had gotten taller! Zane looked himself over and his jaw dropped. He had to be at least six inches taller, his body more muscular and his teeth had changed to be more bear like, thick fangs for tearing flesh. He gave himself a once over, his tail thumping the ground in joy. He was shocked at the sound it made. Normally when he thumped his tail it was more of a little pitter pat, not this time. He felt like he could break limbs with this thing. He looked at his hands, claws, bear claws extended out of his fingers, menacing and deadly. His arms looked huge, well, huge to him. They were pretty average leaning on the bulkier side, and his pecs had followed suit. He had some heft to his legs. His thigh gap was gone and he had to spread his legs to give his slit some room to breathe.

"What the hell happened?"

We saw room for improvement. This, Owen's, species had far superior size and strength. We can only replicate so much without damaging the subject, but he is now part of we.

"We? We what? That makes no sense!" Zane couldn't keep things straight. This was all happening so fast. But that invader in his mind soothed him.

Don't worry Master Zane. You and I are We. We shall become stronger. I see so much potential in this world just from what you've seen of it. We can make all WE.

Suddenly a bright light pierced the dark.

"What's going on over there?" A cop was flashing us with his light. "Are you two fucking in the woods? Come on! My shift is almost over. Don't make me take you down to the station for public indecency."

Become WE! We desire more!

"What? Fuck no! Stop it!" Zane shouted. He looked like a raving lunatic shouting into the wind.

"Calm down now. You just need to get your clothes and get going. No need to make a big thing out of this."

Subdue him!

The command was issued to Owen. He obeyed without question. He had been made into a drone, a loyal and devout part of WE. Owen charged the cop. Officer Taylor was too soft for his own good. His wife always said he would get himself into trouble giving people chances to get away and what not. This was his true downfall as he didn't have time to draw his weapon. In his defense, he didn't think a couple of public fuckers would be so brazen as to jump him right then and there.

Owen had him pinned on his back, his superior musculature able to subdue the cop easily.

"Owen! Stop!" Zane rushed forward to pull the bear off the officer.

"But you just told me to pin this guy?" Owen looked confused.

Keep him down.

"Make up your damn mind Zane! What the fuck do you want? Do you want me to pin the guy or let him go?" Owen looked legitimately frustrated. To him, We's voice and Zane's voice were one in the same. The realization hit Zane fast and he took a step back.

"No...don't hurt him..." the drake ordered, but he also didn't tell him to stop.

Zane, listen to me.

"Who are you?!"

I'm you! We are you, and you are We! We are the parts of you that you wish you were. The parts of you that you hide from the world. We were born from your mind and desires. You feel helpless and you desire more, you desire a larger We.

Zane felt an aching need deep inside of him. It was a hunger as vast as the universe. He had an appetite that only We could fulfill. He wanted it...he wanted it like a thirsting man in the desert.

We can help you. We are the you that you've always wanted to be.

Zane felt himself slipping into the ache of want and desire.

That's it Zane. You want this. We know you do.

Before Zane knew what he was doing he was kneeling. He was straddling the face of the cop. Officer Taylor was an eastern drake, his scales a magnificent emerald green with massive black wings. Owen was clamping his fangs down on the drake's neck, his teeth pulsing something inside of the drake.

Power is never given. It is taken. You've been taken advantage of your whole life. We can change that.

Zane shuddered as he felt the drake beneath him lift his muzzle and kiss the yellow drake's slit. He shuddered; the cold of fall was gone as the heat of those lips pressed against his slit. Officer Taylor was a very attentive lover to his wife, and now he would be one for Zane, for We.

Zane shuddered and knelt down further, his slit pressing against that muzzle. Mr. Taylor accepted. He parted his maw and tenderly licked over that slit. In the officer's mind, he was with his wife. He was tender and loving with his touch as he made out with that dragon slit. His thick tongue lulled over that opening. Wet smacking noises could be heard as he slurped at those sensitive folds and dove in deep. He found Zane's cock tip, pulsing and swollen, but not coming out. His expert tongue lulled around hit while he made love to that slit. Owen let go of the drake and rolled down the officer's body, leaving a trail of kisses before pulling the officer's pants down. He also had a slit and Owen wasn't going to leave him unattended.

Zane's toes flexed, his spine tingled, and his nipples grew hard. He brought his larger hands up to his pecks and played with them.

"F-F-Fuck!" Zane moaned.

We made them more sensitive. Keep going Zane. Enjoy the new we.

Zane was gently pushing down on that muzzle as he suckled on those lips. That tentative tongue lulling over him as Zane's dick slipped out past his folds. He went from eating Zane out, to sucking his dick. Zane was rolling his hips, the soft layer of fat on his belly kept his abs from being super dominant, but when he rolled, he was like a belly dancer.

"Oh God! Oh Fuck!" Zane was getting close. Officer Taylor's maw was legendary back in college. Zane's cock was rock hard in that dragon muzzle, and he wasn't going to stop. He didn't want to. He knew it was wrong, but fuck the consequences. He deserves this. He's earned this much out of life! Zane gripped the drakes neck and started fucking his face with abandon. His dick slid deep into his throat, what a wonderful way to find out you've gained a few inches by having an officer gag on them!

Yes Zane. Throw yourself into the pleasure. Make yourself a bigger we!

Zane couldn't hold back. He didn't want to. He shouted and slammed his hips against that muzzle. He came, over and over and over again. Pleasure rocketed up his spine, and if he wasn't wet, his plumage would be standing on edge. Zane's orgasm never subsided, it only grew and washed over other parts of his body as he slunk down further onto the officer. That's when he noticed that the drake's face was being absorbed.

"Wait! Wait no! I didn't...oh fuck!" Zane bit his lip as that wonderful sensation of filling consumed him. Little by little the officer was absorbed into the drake, his body melding in with Zane's. This time, Zane's body perfectly encapsulated the drake.

That's it Zane. Take what you want. We know it's what you truly desire.

I didn't want to...I didn't want to take him from his family...

And what a family he had.

Images of the family rushed into his mind. It was a bittersweet moment that was washed away by expansive pleasure. Then there was training, protocol, and the cop's daily routines. Again, Zane orgasmed, as he drank up Conrad's knowledge. That's what his first name was, and there would be no escape. Zane fucked that mind clean as he drank in every last piece of knowledge and memory he had. He was a good cop. His spotless record was true and never falsified. Zane kept thinking the same thing over and over.

"I made him dirty!"

And you would do it again. We chuckled inside Zane's head.

The statement was true. Why did it matter? Why did he care? Shouldn't he get something out of this world that chewed him up and spat him out?

The defusing process was already underway. Zane and Conrad broke apart. Conrad was the same as before. How else was he going to go back to his wife and kids? But Zane was not. Zane was more. He was...a bigger we!

Zane huffed, his horns normally resembled tree branches, but now they had pointed tips. His pecs had grown and so had his arms. His stomach now had a shallow six pack, and his cock was easily nine inches long and pulsing outside of his slit. That's when he noticed he had new limbs. He stood up and chuckled darkly. He spread his wings, the sensation orgasmic. Pleasure and reward for the simple process of existing.

Officer Conrad Taylor and Owen knelt before him.

"We are at your command."

Zane smirked, his voice not his own as his sapphire eyes glowed a foreign red.

"We certainly are."