Becoming We Part 2

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#2 of Becoming We

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You can thank your fellow commissioner WandererZheng from FA for continuing this steamy series. Couldn't leave the world wondering what happened next, and I was happy to oblige.

This story takes place several months after the events that happened in "Becoming We"

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DESCRIPTION:

Maine, a sabretooth tiger / lion mix, has been tasked to figure out why crime has suddenly stopped being reported in this particular section of the city. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you ask, We were watching.

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We don't think the struggles we faced in the following months are something we want to relive, is it Zane? No, our particular struggle with consuming the neighborhood's gang and pocketing the police force is not as pleasant as we would have liked it to be. Sure enough though, we did it. It was time to relax and regroup. Enjoy the orgies and constant pleasure of having scores of thralls ready to do our bidding.

But_we_ weren't allowed to rest and revel in the joy of our new state of being. No, as soon as we created a foothold, our presence had already raised some red flags. Suddenly no crime was being committed in this one area? Protection racketeers almost vanished overnight. Businesses were stonewalling the police, and the police that did investigate reported nothing of interest. We wanted to be left alone. We wanted time to play.

But_YOU_ had to come after us. You wanted to investigate and see why there was such a drastic change. Your_original thought that the gangs had come together to create a larger crime family wasn't too far off, but _you_never understood the extent of what was happening until _you caught us in the act.

We hated your intelligence and we HATED your deduction skills. You had us figured out so fast, so quickly _we_didn't know what to do.

Or did we?

You're so smart you never thought we noticed you. You thought we were oblivious. That we didn't have as many eyes as you thought? The real problem was that you were attractive. You reeked of potential and WE had to have you. We had no idea who you were or how much of an adversary you would be...

But we're glad you became we.

***

It was a beautiful night. Not a cloud in the sky and the café was closing its kitchen and getting ready for their night crowd. In these winter months it got so dark so quickly. It was barely six before the sunset would vanish and the night would fall. Here, in this small café, our story's...let's say hero, was doing his due diligence and reporting in using their silent code.

Maine, a young sabretooth and lion mix, was sitting in his usual spot, doing the crossword as he waited for his handler's orders. His fur was a delicate tan and his underbelly was a light sweet cream. His hair was a dusty brown, the same color as the tuft of fur on the tip of his long tail.

He had signaled for a meeting a long time ago and was starting to worry. He bounced his one foot paw as he chewed nervously at the tip of his pen. He had completed the crossword in his mind, all the words linking together, but he kept scribbling and crossing out letters to make it look like he was just frustrated with the puzzle and not his situation. He had been on this assignment for a couple weeks and he had finally made a break.

It made no sense what was happening to this city. Maine was able to confirm that the crime went down and there must be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes. He thought of a thousand things other than what had really happened. He replayed it in his mind over and over and still was floored.

Last night, he watched one of the local crime lords, a big tiger looking guy, get absorbed by a yellow drake! He just...oozed around him like some latex suit. His body...chewed him for a bit, and spat him back out. Only the drake now looked...bigger? Had he always had stripes? He was so shocked he didn't realize the crime lord was now sucking the drakes...

"Are you going to have another?" the waiter asked.

Maine looked up, the cap of his pen sticking out of the corner of his mouth against one of his razor fangs. It was one more ounce of pressure away from snapping.

"Just one more. I'm expecting someone." Maine responded plainly. The waiter, a buck with a relatively unimpressive rack simply nodded. He was a different waiter. Maybe he had been waiting too long and they switched over for the night shift.

"Absolutely. Half and half with no sugar?" He said taking the cup. Maine's ears perked up.

"No, just black." He answered.

"No, you want half and half with no sugar." The waiter gave him a smile before turning around. His white tail flicked three times.

That was the code words he never wanted to hear. Half and half with no sugar and three tail flicks meant your cover was blown. Leave everything behind and rendezvous at the designated safe house. That must have been his informant.

"On second thought, it's late. I'll be going." Maine set down his paper and attempted to put the cap on his pen, but it had been chewed into uselessness. He just dropped it on the paper along with some cash, put his scarf and hat on, and made for the door.

"Be safe out there." The deer said. "You never know who's watching."

Maine didn't even look back. He shoved his hands into his pockets and went out into the night.

***

"How the hell did your cover get blown?" My handler spat at me as he let me in the apartment. It was a fairly unassuming place. Sparsely furnished and easy to pack up at the drop of a hat.

"Fucking hell Everest," Maine spat back. "I don't fucking know. I was careful and kept to protocol. I don't know how my cover was blown."

Everest was a burly German shepherd and Maine's trainer. He practically raised the kid. Maine was the best at infiltrating organizations and deconstructing them from within. Everest trained him to be.

"That yellow dragon has your name and face circulating around his men like crazy."

"Like I said, Everest! I don't know!" Maine slammed his fist against the wall, cracking it and causing dust to drift down.

"We got to tear everything down." Everest ordered. "Go upstairs. The monitor room is set up in the master bedroom. Everything important has been saved and sent to HQ. You just need to throw the hard drive into the microwave and grab your passport."

"I know the protocol, Everest." Maine snapped back. "I'm not some kid anymore, and whatever is going on here, we have to kick it up to the brass. This is some next level alien shit..."

"You can brief me on the damned goo dragon later. Just get going. You have three minutes. Let's go!"

Maine bit his inner cheek to hold back his frustration. He was pissed that his cover was blown, but he was more upset that Everest was disappointed in him. He did as he was told. He ran up the stairs to the second story and turned down the hall. Had he only a little more time, he could have told Everest about the drake and how he absorbed his victims. Now it would have to be another team's job. If he was lucky, he might be told in a decade or two what really happened here.

Maine reached the door and went into the bedroom. Just as he did, a thought occurred to him.

"Wait...how would Everest know about the yellow dragon being goo? I was going to brief him when I was signaled to come here..." Maine's hair stood on end as he realized the room's monitoring equipment was still on, all the cameras were pointed at him, the screens displaying the growing worry on his face.

The chair facing the monitors turned to reveal a massive drake. How did he not notice him right away? He was tall, his pointed eastern dragon horns crowning his head. Stripes covered his body as his ruby eyes had an unnatural glow. The pink plumage on his head was thick, fluffy, and magnificent.

"Hello Maine," the drake's voice was deep and rumbling as it passed through his smile.

Maine was trained for this and was ready for a fight, but as soon as he thought he was going to start, he was forced to the ground. Everest had tackled and pinned him. Everest was snarling as he bit down on Maine's neck. Maine felt betrayal bloom in his chest, the first feeling of his heart breaking as his father figure and mentor pinned him down. That bite though felt wrong. Sure, it was painful, but a burning pain came from it, like a snake bite or bee sting.

Everest was our thrall, and like all our thralls, he was able to subdue our next victim with venom. It's like a small part of us that's inside all of ourselves. Given enough time and rest, it would fade, but we wouldn't give the cutie the chance.

"We have been waiting for you Maine," Zane murred. His voice sounded like it was multiple people talking at the same time. His powerful form rising and walking forward. Powerful footfalls rattled the room. Zane was far more dense than his size would imply. He had absorbed DNA and power from so many men that he was almost impervious to bullets. He had to keep himself contained, compacted, and confined inside a smaller form lest he draw too much attention.

"How?" Maine grunted under his mentor.

"We are half the police force that exists in this city." Zane was enjoying his big reveal. "You think your operation was going to go unnoticed? It was small, and you almost got away. But we're smarter than you think. We_let you see us. We wanted you to signal your handler so _we could find them. We_couldn't let our presence be known just yet. So, Everest was introduced to _we, and so will you."

Maine felt weak. The venom already rewriting his DNA to feel subservient in the presence of we. He was pulled up by the scruff, Everest letting go and handing him over.

"Don't worry Maine," Everest murred. "You'll be much happier soon."

"Damn it...let me go..." Maine tried to hiss, but it was like all the energy was taken from him as the painful burn bloomed over his head. Then, it wasn't a burning pain. It was an ache. Maine had never taken explicit substances before, but he was trained on how to prepare for something like it if his cover required. He couldn't have possibly been prepared for we.

It was a need, like his veins had run dry and his bones were made of sand. He was completely hollow, until he looked at Zane. Zane's eyes were soft and kind. Like the light of the sun. He smelled like rosemary and juniper, the smell of perfume from someone he had a crush on. Zane let Maine down gently onto the floor. Even the carpet felt scratchy and crass compared to the delightful pressure Zane had gripped his scruff. A tender hand cupped Maine's chin, the soft scales were warm and inviting. It wasn't like Zane was trying to consume him, but rather, that Maine wanted to melt into Zane.

"Whoa..." Maine gave a light moan.

"That's a good kitten." Zane leaned in and pressed his lips against Maine's forehead. Maine felt like he was drinking soup after having been left out in the cold. His bones radiated warmth and his body shuddered in relief as his aches ebbed. Maine instinctively wrapped his arms around Zane, the solid man before him felt like hugging the sun. Every pain Maine had ever felt, every loss or sting of anguish was but a distant memory as he leaned into the powerful chest of that man.

"May I?" Zane murred, his breath hot and sweet like wine. Maine gave a surprised purr as he nuzzled up into Zane's neck.

"Please? I...I want it."

"We do too..." Zane's voice was deep and profound. The echoes of countless voices rang in his voice, each one like a mother calling Maine home. Zane took the cat by the chin and lifted him up. Their lips pressed against one another. Maine obediently opened his muzzle to receive it. He had been tricked, delightfully tricked into this, but he didn't care. His pride was enraged at having been outwitted and his sanity was begging him to get away, but they were a whisper in the chorus of euphoria. He was with Zane...we...we were together.

Maine opened his muzzle and Zane's tongue pressed inside. The massive tongue of that drake filled Mane's maw as they made out. Deep, wet, sloppy kisses and nibbles. Static tingled up and down Maine's spine as Zane continued to taste that sweet flavor of an innocent soul corrupting. Their tongues danced as Everest removed Maine's clothes. Maine was oblivious. His entire world existed in the nonexistent space between their tongues. It was like they were building a universe between their taste buds that would cease to exist as soon as they broke away.

Zane was the one to break the kiss first. For Maine, it was like unplugging a lamp and being put into the cold dark. The pleasure of tasting his next minion was nice, but Zane was ready for more. He placed his hand over the cat's heart, feeling it's beating through his chest.

"Ready, Kitten?" The drake asked, a cocky grin on his muzzle showing he had no doubt on what the answer would be.

"Do it, I want it," Maine purred. With another kiss to Maine's forehead, he wrapped his arms around the agent, ready to make him into a turncoat. Maine felt warm, like he was slowly sinking into a hot tub. The world around him melted away and he was left with a powerful floating feeling. Every inch of him tingled, every fiber of fur stood on end, every pleasure point was static. He felt his nipples tingle as they were tweaked, his asshole felt like it was getting a tongue bath as it was made out with, his balls were cradled in two eager and attentive maws, and his dick was sucked slowly by an expert tease.

Zane groaned, deep and guttural as Maine slipped inside him, falling into the creamy, powerful chest. We rewarded him. Instantly Zane's body shuddered, his outline becoming a bit faded as his goo body rippled. The floor boards creaked as he stepped back and sat down on the bed.

"Oh fuck! He has so much to take." Zane fell back onto the bed, his tail thumping against it like the fist of a man who couldn't take the hilarity of a joke anymore. His back rattled with a sweetness as it became more flexible. The mixed cat was quite nimble, though it was a pointless addition for prosperity. Zane could melt, flexibility wasn't an issue. But this cat's ancient DNA from the sabretooth line was rare and rich with potential.

"Everest," Zane gripped the sheets as his exposed slit dribbled pre. "Knees. Now!" we growled.

Everest, the bulky shep came over and knelt between his master's legs. Zane spread them wide, those thick thighs exposing his slit. Everest murred and pressed his lips against those folds and tenderly licked them. Zane gave a low growl as gripped the shep's skull and forced him against it harder.

"Come on! You know what I want! We taught you already."

And Everest knew. His long canine tongue sank deep into that slit and swirled that swelling cock tip in its den. He slipped a couple fingers in as well, making the sensitive folds inside quiver and get slick. Zane moaned, pleased for the moment, as he went back to absorbing his newest meal.

Zane grinded his hips down on Everest's expert maw while his body churned and assimilated Maine's best traits. Zane's jaw snapped and cracked as a set of sabretooth fangs jutted out, keeping permanently outside of his muzzle. He licked them with his dragon tongue, drooling over how powerful they felt. Then came the best part. The brain drain.

Zane felt Maine's mind and took it. Information sucked out of that brain and there was much to take. Normally the brain drain felt like a good nut busting with a few thrusts, but with Maine it was like Zane was pissing cum as pleasure rippled through his mind. Already Zane's impressive intellect sored to new heights. His powerful mind compounded several times over as he came to understand his condition deeper. He would use this powerful mind for his own gain, but first, the pleasure we had been denied.

As quickly as it started, it was over. Maine's body unfused from his master, his brain permanently altered to feel unbearable pleasure when pleasing his master. The assimilation had changed him slightly. His stripes, that were almost invisible to the naked eye, had changed into a light purple. The tips of his brown hair and tail tuff were frosted with this new fuchsia color. He opened his eyes and they had also changed to a bright purple. Maine had always been an outsider looking in. Not anymore. He had a family now, a place to belong. Better than family.

"Take five Everest." Zane ordered. Everest pulled himself off the cock tip protruding from Zane's slit and stepped away. That dick was quickly reeling out, practically steaming with potent musk and pheromones.

"Come here, Kitten." Zane ordered, and Maine immediately complied. He was devoted to his new master. He felt whole for the first time ever, and he wasn't going to displease the man that gave him that feeling. Zane pulled Maine up into his lap so Zane's dick was placed between the saber-tiger's cheeks. Those bubbled orbs of kitten cake gripped that slick dick. Maine's cock twitched, already on the verge of blowing his load. His entire body was stimulated from the assimilation, and he was ready to please.

Zane gave a wicked grin, his powerful paws gripping those cheeks and lifting them up before sliding them back down. Zane's tip pressed against Maine's entrance, there was no resistance as his pucker opened to accept his master. A perk of being assimilated, he would always be the perfect fuck toy for Zane.

"That's right kitten. Don't need to go slow. You'll always be hot and ready for me." Zane growled as he thrusted up, his dick sliding in effortlessly before Maine arched his back and came. Ropes of cum squirted on Zane's chest and muzzle. That ass going from an inviting hole to a needy milking machine! Maine's toes gripped into the sheets as his claws raked Zane's chest. His claws practically chipping against that impenetrable armor. Rhino skin augmented by dragon ancestry.

Zane grinned, his new saber fangs gleaming. He thrusted up, Maine's ass instinctively let him back in before clamping down in orgasm again.

"Eager kitten," Zane chuckled and licked his lip, a bit of his cat's sweet cream having hit there. "Let's show you how we treat our slaves."

"Yes Zane! Please! I'll be your good little kitten. I'll do anything for you." Maine was lost in his pleasure, his ass grinding down against that dick. Zane smiled. Even a mind as powerful as Maine's was completely crushed under the smallest effort we exerted.

He thrusted, his hips grinding up as he dug his heels into the sheets. He fucked his new pet, that dick slick and pounding that love tunnel. Maine had been changed and rearranged into Zane's perfect fuck sleeve. Zane thrusted up, bouncing that ass, only to grip it down his rod again, over and over. He wasn't going to let up, no, he had already been teased too much by the assimilation that he wasn't going to wait for more.

"Fuck yeah, Kitten! Who's master's good little pet!" Zane thrusted up into Maine, Maine's ass quivering and prostate pulsing as his dick shot more cum from it and continued to constantly ooze out more as it was fucked out of him.

"I'm you're good kitten! Whatever you want Zane. _We'll_be here for you." Maine's eyes flashed red, his mind shattered and corrupted into the perfect slave.

"Fuck yeah you are! Here comes you're fucking cream, Kitten! Take it!" Zane snarled around his new fangs as he thrusted up, the bed creaking like a tree in a storm as he forced himself over the edge. He blasted his nut deep inside Maine's ass, and if Maine thought he was cumming before, he now knew the truth. That cum felt so good it burned. His prostate tensed so hard it felt like it was cramping. It was like a drug that filled his veins and made his blood sing. His ears rang as his vision blurred from the pure bliss of being bread by his master.

"Ah, you like that, Kitten?" Zane asked as his orgasm died down. It wasn't stopped mind you, it was still pumping that addictive love drug deep into his newest pet.

Maine couldn't even properly form words. Instead, his tail flicked back and forth as he leaned into his master, purring an affirmative like a well-oiled motor.

"We think we'll keep you close." Zane smiled warmly down at his pet. "You'll make a good lap cat." He planned to thrust up into Maine with that thought, but Maine heard "lap cat" and donned the role immediately. He mewled and nuzzled Zane's neck and pushed his ass down on Zane's "lap."

"That's a good kitty," Zane chuckled, biting his lip in pleasure before his paws came down to the cat's back and tenderly stroked it. "You're going to help us make a bigger we with that big, love drunk brain of yours, won't you, Kitten?"

"Y-y-yeah," Maine managed to purr out. Zane simply stroked Maine's cheek with the blunt side of his claw.

"Good kitten," Zane murred.

We though you would like it you little shit. What? Fine, I won't disrespect Zane's favorite pet by calling him names. Where was I? Oh yes. You tried to outwit us, and now you are part of we. You may have even been able to stop us, given enough time, but now we had a foothold in the highest reaches of this government. We would climb up, take more, and more of this world one sinfully delicious prey at a time.

But for now, it was time to relax and revel in our accumulative pleasure. All the members of we got the signal and shuddered. Work time was over, it was time to play. All over the city cop cars shook with fucking beasts, streets ran slick with the cum of its rulers as they reveled in our victory.

The victory of we.