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Dark Star: Hybrid Theory Written by Trickster_D and Leo_Todrius Commissioned by WerewolfJedi5

Time had always been a chiefly human concept, marking the passage of it into moments, years, eons. To much of the galaxy time was simply a foreign concept. For billions of years the stars had burned and cast their light out into the darkness, though some corners of the galaxy were brighter than others. Kepler G9228A7 had been discovered by humans almost a century before they had reached the remote solar system, but it had so fascinated them that they had held onto the notion nostalgically.

The primary planet itself was not of much significance; barely breathable atmosphere, few natural resources, but its location had been key. It was at the edge of the human expansion zone, equidistant from numerous alien powers. It had been a good hub for commerce, trade, and information. The Leto colony had been built to facilitate such activity, named after the goddess of motherhood. Sadly, after the Khiron civilization fell and alien territories shifted, Leto had less and less significance each year. Still, the colony spun on, glinting like a lost jewel in the light of a distant star.

The lower market level of the Leto colony was a colorful, chaotic shard of simultaneously the best and the worst humanity could offer, a labyrinthine casbah nestled in a giant shell of metal orbiting around a third-class planet: piles of useless garbage and unexpected treasures were seamlessly sold side by side, for the joy of contemporary hunters hoping to find rare and unusual stuff. The air was a potent mix of sweet and savory as rare perfumes and spices mingled together with the cuisine of a dozen alien races.

Everything money could buy was sold there: from clothes to food from every corner of the explored galaxy, from puzzling pieces of ancient alien artifacts scavenged from some godforsaken moon to the newest technology produced back on Earth. There were even young men and women - their toned, tanned bodies glistening under the artificial lights that nonetheless simulated the warm rays of the Sun - selling themselves to the best buyer, offering nights and days of passion to those rich enough to be able to buy their services. On Earth, such a trade would've of course been illegal, but on space stations law was usually enforced in a much lenient way than on the mother planet.

Wandering among the countless shops and stands, his big and liquid dark brown eyes filled with wonder behind the lenses of his summarily repaired glasses, Sorin was trying to decide how to spend the first credits he had gained since he had arrived on the space station. The young man had always been fascinated by the endless depths of the universe, pulsating with innumerable stars and planets, and the silvery bullets called spaceship crossing the invisible bridges between them... but after he had spent nearly all the money he had to afford himself the cheapest ticket to one of the space stations, Sorin had soon discovered that everything in the universe had a price... And usually it was a price he hadn't enough credits to pay.

He had try to find ways to gain money, but he wasn't qualified enough to apply for a job on the space station; he had even considered selling his body, becoming a male prostitute... but despite his smooth chocolate skin and his boyish look, he certainly wasn't cute or handsome enough to compete with the exotic charm and animal magnetism of those they had on display.

So, countless light years away from his home planet, Sorin had to do what he could to survive; and after a few months, he didn't really mind his life as a space bum. The orbiting station's artificial climate guaranteed warm nights during the whole year, and no one had still caught him red handed... But still, the twinkish young man reflected while browsing some fresh fruit under the suspicious eye of a big, burly shop owner, having found a somewhat stable source of income in exchange for some seemingly innocuous medical exams had been the best thing to ever happen to him since he had set foot on the space station.

With a soft sigh, Sorin's mind went to the kind, generous man that had shown him his first mercy after coming to the station. Mateo Torres was an unexpected sort of man so far from home. He was a doctor, a medical advisor, an inventor and an entrepreneur. For Sorin, he was also the first source of dependable income he had in a long while. Doctor Torres had come out amongst the stars seeking opportunity, just like him... But while Sorin had failed to find his place on the space station and had ended up living on the border, the professor had become a respected and renowned, despite reluctant personality around there.

Few could picture why Doctor Torres was trying to keep a low profile, but out of respect they had done their best to acquiesce. When he did help members of the station community, it was like a miracle. No one wanted to be the one responsible for chasing him off to an even more remote and isolated part of the galaxy. Almost no one on the colony - Sorin included - could understand why the scientist had decided to associate himself with the young space bum, but the inhabitants of Leto knew that minding their own business was usually the best thing they could do, so they didn't question the rather bizarre choice.

Sorin's eyes stared at the shifting holographic numbers projected on the shop's wall and realized it was almost time for his daily appointment with Doctor Torres; the idea of meeting the charming professor always filled him with happiness... but that day, another sensation manifested itself along with the warm joy filling his chest: the sides of his head, just above his ears, had started to itch quite intensely.

"Uuungh..." Sorin groaned. Despite his fingers scratching frantically, the itching didn't seem to placate itself. If anything, it was becoming more and more intense with every passing second. "T-this is weird..."

Busy as he was with the strange sensation afflicting his head, Sorin didn't even realize at first that the skin just above his ass cheeks had produced a strange, slowly expanding bump, as if there was something at the very end of his spine that was fighting to come out, to emerge... to sprout.

"I... I have to go," he said to no one in particular, even if the shop owner glanced at him and shook his head. Yeah, he had to go to the lab of Doctor Torres; it was probably just the aftereffect of one of the medicines the professor had given him, nothing more than that...

The world seemed bent on convincing Sorin otherwise as his vision shifted far outside the normal range. The colors of the holograms seemed to come apart into indistinct auroras of color. The people moving to and fro along the corridor had echoes and after images. The disorientation was enough to nearly make Sorin feel sick, like heat was rising up from the pit of his stomach and pooling in his head. The pressure was building more and more. The itchiness in his temples was mounting, becoming pain as two lumps formed beneath the skin, his caramel brown skin darkening. The young man stumbled outside the shop and took a few uncertain steps towards the elevators at the end of the corridor; his breathing was heavy and broken, and drool was dripping down the left corner of his mouth.

"W-what's happening t-to me...?" he murmured, foolishly trying to push back the ever-growing bumps with his fingertips until the jolts of pain stopped his attempts. Even his feet, in his old battered sneakers, were hurting and pulsing now, almost causing him to trip.

While there had been flashes of pain, the applied pressure of his fingers had pushed the swelling past the tipping point. Two drops of blood appeared, followed shortly after by ivory points. The bone like nubs were no longer restrained by the flesh and had an avenue of escape. The first moment was the hardest as the curved tip emerged, but the gap widened as more bone began emerging, pushing out from either side of his head... and it brought with it an incredibly arousing feeling.

Pleasure and physical bliss flooded Sorin's mind and crashed against the still advancing wave of pain as the horns emerged from his skull in fairly rapid fashion, but it was far from the only change. The drool leaking from his mouth was slipping over rapidly sharpening teeth and a roughening tongue. The young man's subtle, boyish nose was widening, the nostrils changing, taking on a flatter, more manly, almost beastial look.

The shifting and expansion of Sorin's features was the last straw for his old glasses, whose bridge broke almost evenly. The two halves fell on the corridor's floor, completely forgotten; whatever thing was happening to Sorin, it had apparently cured his myopia: despite his eyes still being clouded by shifting auras, his vision had never been so good. With a moan that sounded more like a bellow, still halfway to his destination, Sorin stuck a hand in the back of his pants to massage the pulsating and quivering bulge under the skin, hoping for some release.

Unlike the lumps on his head, the lump between his ass cheeks didn't pop. Instead, it seemed to grow and shift... but it wasn't as pleasurable as the horns had been. His body felt wrong; hot, ill, unbalanced, almost bloated. Sorin grunted as he tried to get back up to his feet. he'd been gassy before, having too many ration pack beans, but this was something else. His stomach gurgled and churned... and then it started to grow. Sorin felt his shirt riding upwards as his stomach pushed out. The definition of the muscle was hidden beneath the mounting flesh, but it wasn't just his belly. His pectorals were thickening too, his shoulders as well.

Moment by moment, the twink's lithe form was being supplanted. Whatever was happening was clearly out of hand. People were running around Sorin, some trying to get help while others were afraid of what was going on. Sorin's shoulders began to widen, then thicken, then heighten. Thick cords of muscles were setting in even as soft pillows of flesh covered them. Sori felt far too ill, the heat racking his brain. It felt almost like there was fission going on in his body to produce the new mass. His pants strained and his shirt exposed his rounding muscle gut.

Every second that passed was harder on the young man, though his body seemed able to compensate better. The increased muscle mass and strength made it easier to move and he heaved himself back up onto his feet - feet that felt to be growing, straining the limits of his shoes. Sorin took one step, then another. More of the onlookers scattered, not sure what they were seeing. In moments the twink had packed on dozens of pounds. His muscles were so much bigger now, from his pecs to his arms and everywhere in between, but still his belly was huge.

As the flesh continued to stretch and pushed Sorin past two hundred and fifty pounds, the hair of his bush started creeping up, covering the new belly. Sorin felt so strange he couldn't even put it into words anymore, but his fevered eyes could see everyone else's reaction. They looked at him as if he was a freak, a deviant, a monster... Sorin knew there was only one person who could truly help him.

"I have... to see... Doctor Torres..." Sorin groaned in a voice that was at least half an octave deeper. He gritted his teeth, and the point of his lengthening canines punctured his lips, causing some more blood to spill out and add to the more savage, animalistic shape of his face. He was almost at the elevators when his sneakers finally gave away, revealing swollen and deformed feet.

"Destination?" The elevator's automated voice asked as the doors rumbled shut. Sorin's toes ached and throbbed, the toenails thickening and tearing through the socks. The keratin seemed to be surging, thickening and oozing down the tip of his toe, but honing into points as well. It was almost half way between hooves and claws.

"L-level t-thirtytwoooo!" he screamed, his voice devolving in some sort of moo as it went on. Sorin collapsed against the cold metallic wall of the elevator, his torso and chest twitching as if an entire colony of ants was walking all over his skin. Despite the rather gruesome changes his body was experiencing and the shock his mind was trying to overcome, he had never felt so full of energy and strong since the moment he had set foot on Leto. The changing twink took a deep breath and trying to relax as much as he could, as the shiny cabin travelled towards its destination.

****

The thirty second level of the Leto colony was remote, calm and sedate. The accommodations were a bit spartan as resources were pooled near the colony core, but the core couldn't match what Mateo had here - a view. Mateo's honey colored eyes gazed out through the elongated hexagonal window at the planet before. The atmosphere gave the surface a dusty yellowish look with spots of red and green like tarnish or rust. It was so alien, and so taken for granted... just like all of Leto.

Mateo had been gazing at the planet as the colony rotated, the view slowly drifting away, replaced by the open stars. Mateo's focus drifted from the view to his own reflection. He was thirty two years old, five foot eleven in height with a bit of weight around his midsection and a slightly less than ideal complexion. His black hair was a bit frizzy, enough that he kept it rather short other than a single braided cord that hung down to his shoulder blades. The only other distinguishing feature had to be the thin, well groomed mustache adorning his upper lip.

Doctor Torres didn't seem at all the sort that would travel so far from Earth. His early work had generated many grants within the Alliance for Radial Colonization. He had been a member of teams involved in the most important vaccines and radiation treatments colony ships carried with them, but steadily his work had fallen out of favor. Some of his methods were considered too unstable, variable, or adaptable. Some of his sources for materials fell too far outside the scope of Earth's assets...

But when Torres saw those alien stars, when he felt the quaint and almost charming simplicity of Leto's least accommodating accommodations, he didn't miss Earth. He was right where he wanted to be, among aliens and humans living together in a constructive peace. He was out of the spotlight, away from the bustle, free to advance the cause of science. Mateo slowly stood up and stretched before he advanced toward his kitchen, ready to refuel before returning to the forefront of medical research. However, something stopped him halfway through: the high-pitched buzz of his interphone resonated into the scientist's apartment, following by a frantic fit of knocking against the panel of the entrance door.

"D-doctor Torres, I n-need help!" the voice of Siron, distorted but still recognizable, resonated through the metal barrier between him and the professor. It sounded pained and scared, but at the same time... oddly aroused for some reason. A twitch of confusion and interest crossed Mateo's face as he rushed over and opened the door. To his amazement and surprise, the young lithe caramel colored twink that he had been working with for weeks looked quite a bit different. He had broad bull horns, a thick fluffy tail, even discolored stripes in his hair.

"Sorin! My goodness, what happened?!" Mateo asked, pulling him into the apartment. The changing young man opened his mouth, drawing in some air and showing his brand new teeth and tongue.

"I don't k-know... It hurts, a-and it feels so good at the same t-time..." Sorin tried to grab Doctor Torres' arm with his now dark-nailed fingers; even the back of his hands had mutated now, showing tuft of auburn and brown fur. "P-please, you have to help me!"

"We'll get you sorted out, just come this way." Sorin said, leading the young man across his tiny living space toward an access hatch that had been the true reason he picked such a remote location. While the accommodations were poor, the cargo hold adjoining it made for excellent work space. The door was unlocked and the two moved into the much larger space. It was naturally cool, the room almost cavernous. A few homemade partitions had been set up but for the most part it was rather straight forward.

Mateo moved to prepare the table and the scanners, looking back at Sorin, "What were you doing when the changes started?" Sorin lied against the nearest wall, panting, wheezing and shivering.

"J-just thinking t-that... I had to come here f-for the daily routine..." Big, fat tears started rolling down Sorin's deformed face. "I j-just... wanted to see you, Doctor Torres," he murmured pitifully. Mateo reached up and caressed Sorin's cheek, wiping away the tears.

"Don't worry Sorin, I think this was truly meant to be... and I think your new family will be even more excited by these changes." Mateo said softly, trying to reassure the young man as he helped him up onto the exam bed Mateo moved to get a sampler, bringing it over, placing it against Sorin's arm. There was a prick to his arm and the vial began filling with darker, burgundy colored blood. Doctor Torres looked back at Sorin and gave a reassuring smile, "Despite this rather... unexpected change, we should see if your enzyme and immunity levels are up to where they should be, yes?"

Sorin mumbled something in reply: he felt confused and dizzy, and didn't understand almost anything the doctor had said to him in the last minute or so, but... it didn't matter. The professor had saved him, gave his life a new purpose, and he trusted him wholeheartedly.

"Y-yeah..." the changing man murmured in a dreamy tone. "I love you, Doctor Torres..." he added, before closing his eyes. Mateo looked down at his patient at that, admiring the proud horns and the developing fur. The colors were so rich, the changes melded in such a fascinating way... It was as if he shared more genes in common with foxes and bulls than anyone ever had before. it represented a magnificent, astounding leap forward in medical science and Doctor Torres was right there on the forefront.

****

Orange and yellow lights flashed, an ever present reminder of the dangers of the docking ring. There were incoming and outgoing ships, bits of debris, drones to clean everything up and cargo moving from place to place... and in the midst of it all were the workers. Their yellow and gray uniforms identified them as ARC engineers, though there was still some customization to the outfits. Some wore variants that looked almost like hooded sweatshirts while one engineer drifting toward the airlock wore his as a sleeveless jumpsuit.

The six foot tall engineer had long, dark brown hair bound back with a single rubber band near the base to keep it from flaring out too wide. He had fair, faintly norse features and his nose showed signs of having once been broken. His bare shoulders were muscled, as were his arms, and there were streaks of grease speckled on his forearms. He looked like some sort of metalhead mechanic out of another era.

"Jess, you seriously off duty already?" The foreman called out. The metalhead engineer held up his wrist. The implant beneath the skin shimmered and yellow digits appeared above the flesh as a hologram. Jess rolled his eyes.

"I already put in an extra hour, you guys better make sure I get overtime this week!" Jess called out, pushing off of the platform beneath his feet. He floated upwards, ducking underneath a line of flowing cargo. A careful grip of his hand changed his momentum and he drifted further into the colony. The uneven metal panels with exposed bolts slowly dwindled, replaced with glossier surfaces and perfectly fit walls.

Jess was drawn down toward the ground until his feet touched and gravity took its grip. The transition back to the gravitational field was always a little jarring, but Jess reached back and pulled the rubber band off his hair, letting it flow freely. Elevator doors hissed as they opened for Jess. As he entered, the engineer held his hand out to the console and made slight hand gestures. The digits above his wrist flashed the number thirty two before the lift began its descent.

The young man closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and wash away the stress of the day from his mind. The delays, the bad customer service, the neediness, the shortfalls, it was all behind him. He was on his weekend and work didn't matter until he got back. After several long minutes, the doors parted and Jess moved out, heading towards his destination.

"Oh, hey!" Another voice called out. Jess turned and looked at the person moving down the hallway with him, waving amicably. "Are you a patient of Doctor Torres?" The smile he beamed to the other guy was pearly white and charming; despite the fact that he was quite on the heavy side, physically speaking, the young musician was quite popular among the indie scene of Leto: his husky voice and the soothing sounds of his guitar had contributed in making him quite well-known among the inhabitants of the colony, and his easygoing personality had certainly helped. "Have you been called here too?"

"I guess, I mean he said he wanted to see me, but I don't know why. Our next session wasn't for another week." Jess admitted. Kev nodded in response.

"So, what kind of stuff are you getting from him?" he asked in a casual tone while taking a good look at the room they were in... not that there was too much to look at: apart from a couple of simple chairs, a pair of medical tables and the Doctor's standard equipment, the metallic walls and floor were bare. "My problem's kinda obvious, I guess," he added, caressing the prominent curve of his belly that tensed the synthetic material - some new polymer that gave off a silvery sheen - of his t-shirt. "Tried everything, but I can't seem to lose weight. So, well, when I saw Doctor Torres' ad online... But yeah, how about you?"

"I got interpersonal problems... I can be too aggressive. Anger management problems and stuff." Jess said, looking a bit embarrassed. He paused, looking around a bit in confusion. The layout of the cargo hold had changed since the last time he was there. More portions were closed off and obscured. Kev beamed him another friendly grin.

"Well, seems like whatever stuff Doctor Torres has been giving you is working... You look pretty much in control to me. Quite handsome, too." Kev paused for a moment. "Hope you don't mind being appreciated by another guy."

"Y...You think so?" Jess asked in surprise, looking a bit startled at the revelation.

"Kevin, Jess, welcome back... I'm so glad you could both make it. I've made some marvelous breakthroughs when it comes to catalysts. We're ready to take this to the next level." Doctor Torres said as he advanced. Kev lowered his head a bit, showing respect, but from the expression on his face he was clearly happy to see the professor.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "Does that mean I'm finally going to get rid of my big ol' belly?"

"I think we'll have a way to make everyone more content." Torres said, "This next injection's a bit more rigorous than the last though, so I'll have to ask you both to lay down on the tables here while I wash up." Mateo said, moving over to the sink to scrub his arms. Kev did as instructed, pulling up the short sleeve of his metallic-looking t-shirt to expose the chubby meat of his arm.

"Hit me with your best shot, Doc," he joked. He then turned his head towards the other patient and winked. "You ready too, Jess? Also, Doc, why didn't you tell me you were treating such a cute guy? Were you afraid I was gonna steal him from you?" Doctor Torres chuckled at that, moving over.

"Sadly that's against doctor patient conduct... But, should you two find some connection, I could only be happy for you." Mateo said. Jess was blushing at the comments, though something else was troubling him.

"D-doc, how is... How is the same serum that will help him with weight loss going to help me with anger problems?" Jess asked uncertainly. Mateo mused on that for a moment, moving over to a control board.

"Well, you see Jess... We all want things in life, things that might be denied to us. Whether it is our genes, our mind, or even the government. There have to be ways to work around these flaws." Mateo said slowly. Kev purred like an oversized cat, squirming on the plastic table a bit.

"Makes sense to me," he murmured, a quite dopey smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. "And when I get rid of my flaw, maybe I'll ask Jess out. Hell, maybe I'll ask both of you out... I won't be your patient anymore by then, am I right?"

"You have lofty dreams, I like that." Mateo smirked softly, his hand drifting back away from the control panel. Jess still seemed dubious, but if Kev was alright than perhaps he was over-reacting. The doctor slid a vial of purplish liquid into his injector until it clicked, coming first to Jess. The engineer winced as the needle broke the skin and the vial gurgled, emptying half of its contents. From there, Mateo moved to Kev, injecting the rest into the fat of his arm. A cool tingling began to spread across his arm and then chest, almost like the feeling of strong peppermint. The chubby musician murred again, the features of his face distended into an expression of blissful enjoyment.

"Mmmh... It's so intense," he murmured. "Much more than the usual..." His other hand tried to went down and massage his groin area through the fabric of his pants, but Kev managed to control himself. Maybe after the visit, when he would've been alone... Or maybe with Jesse, who knew. The other patient was just his type... but again, almost everyone was Kev's type.

"You may experience some unusual sensations as the serum takes effect." Mateo warned, moving around to observe them. Every so often the doctor would check his tablet, watching the feedback on the screen change. Sorin had been the key to it all. Building up levels of the serum was easy, but finding the trigger? That had been hard.... But he had done it. After being shut out on Earth, chased away from Io, skirting the law on half a dozen systems? He'd made his breakthrough. All it had taken had been some unsanctioned human testing and no one had died from the process - at least not yet.

Doctor Torres watched as Kev's stomach began to visibly start shrinking. His large pectorals, his love handles, even his ass were all shrinking steadily. Mateo had been concerned about Sorin's change, generating new body parts from a limited mass, but Kev had a far easier path ahead of him. All of that fat could be utilized, providing the body with what it needed moving forward.

As Kev lay there, the chubby musician's hair started to grow a little shinier. It reflected the light better and better with each passing moment. The doctor took a few quick scans and confirmed his hunch. Kevin's scalp was producing a water resistant oil almost like that of water fowl or otters. Kev's skin was becoming more resilient as well, growing steadily more pale. The musician moaned: he was feeling somewhat empty and even hungry all of a sudden, but the pleasure was undeniable. His hands caressed his rapidly decreasing abdomen and a satisfying sigh escaped his lips.

"My god, Doctor, this is... mmmh, amazing. Is this even... nnngh, possible?" he asked, his voice now sounding even a bit rougher... a bit more virile, in a way.

"Everything is possible with science, my dear Kev." Mateo smiled, circling the man, watching as his hair grew brighter while his skin lost even more color. The musician's body was slimming down quicker with each passing moment, his double chins and thick throat receding into a slimmer neck. His arms grew tighter and more toned, even his legs were becoming fitter. It was everything he wanted, and yet something was distinctly off.

In Kev's mouth, his teeth were growing softer as the dentin became pliable. The calcium surged, forming new bone mass, his teeth sharpening and elongating... but more than that, the gums started to thicken and push back further into his mouth as a second row of tiny white spikes began pushing upwards. The musician groaned while his maw snapped, breaking and reforming in the span of mere seconds to allow more space for his new set of teeth; a hand went up to his mouth, and when Kev pushed one of his fingers against the deadly triangular point that had replaced one of his front teeth, some blood rained on his tongue. The bitter, salty taste acted like an anesthetic of sorts for the changing young man: he didn't even feel pain from the cut, but just stared at his wounded fingertips with glossy eyes.

"Doc, I dunno what's happening but it's sooooooo badass..." he murmured groggily.

"You like it? Does it bring you pleasure, Kev?" Mateo asked, resting a hand on the changing man's shoulder. A stinging sensation spread up Kev's neck, throbbing on both sides. The skin seemed irritated, reddening briefly before turning purple. The skin seemed to grow rough and uneven before slits opened on both sides and then promptly closed again. The fleshy tissue of his neck was changing, growing more complex, preparing to process water and extract oxygen should the need arise.

Kev's arms were growing stiffer as well, especially around the elbows where firm cartilage began extruding past his elbow, stretching the skin out, curving into fin like points.

"It's fucking awesome..." Kev growled, looking at Doctor Torres with eyes that now blazed of an intense shade of burnt orange. "It's like I'm... I'm evolving..." Despite this, his voice was getting rougher and more animalistic, but the musician didn't seem to mind that; he was lost in a sea of pleasure, his newly-formed gills pulsating gently, exposing the tender and sensitive red tissue underneath the slits. Kev turned around, to stare at Jess. "Is this working on you too, handsome?" he asked in a sultry tone.

Jess was watching in shock and horror, trying to get up... only to realize that the doctor had restrained him at some point. Jess wanted to try and shake Kev to his senses, but it already felt like it was too late. The musician was obviously enthralled with his current state of being. Jess tugged and pulled on his strapping.

"Now, now, Jess... You'll love what you're becoming. It'll be quite glorious." Mateo said.

"You're a fucking mad scientist, I want no part in this. Let me go!" Jess grunted, struggling more. His heart was racing, his blood circulating quickly, passing the serum through to every part of his body; he could feel his face throbbing and tingling, a strange and not entirely unpleasant warmth spreading over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose... Although, in his current state of mind, he certainly wasn't focusing on the better part of his blooming change.

As his breathing intensified, his nostrils got larger, more flared, letting out angry snorts. Jess could feel his face starting to extend, as if someone has stuck a hook in his nose and was pulling, as if his skin and bones were nothing but silly putty in the hands of Doctor Torres. Jess groaned louder at that, feeling enraged... but somewhere deep down, there was an unsettling well spring of peace and contentment, as if all he wanted to do was go for a walk or a run, to bask in his new body. Jess tried to fight it off, but he couldn't do anything about his changes. His hands contracted, and he pressed his fingers against the cold plastic of the medical bed... just in the very moment were his nails began to hone into points, becoming stronger, curved and animalistic, puncturing the hard white surface and opening small cracks into it. Even his toenails were restructuring themselves in that moment, but in a significantly different way: they were darkening and getting more thicker, the keratin forming layer after layer until his toes were topped by a series of heavy, strange hooflets.

On the other bed, Kev was feeling lighter than he had in years. His body had lost most of its fat, but his bone density had shifted as well. Additions to his body were lighter cartledge, the mass going into broad growth. The flesh between his fingers and toes was growing together, forming a webbed mass of sorts, but both his fingers and toes were gaining specific, individual claws that darkened to a deep black against the grey of his skin. In his otherwise colorless body, the shocks of hair on his head, chest and around his groin had continued to take on more and more color until they were a rich copper orange. The musician lifted a hand again, staring at the drastically changed limb; a dumb smile appeared on his face, bearing a set of triangular fangs.

"I wonder how my dick looks like now..." he murmured in a predatory tone. He still seemed unfazed by the changes, probably because of the taste of blood that was apparently now addictive to him; without batting a leash, he passed another finger over his teeth and let some more drops of crimson fluid roll on his tongue, making him moan in ecstasy.

"Well, we would be remiss not to study all changes." Mateo murmured, moving over. The button of the musicians now extremely baggy pants were undone, though the doctor realized they were too loose to worry about as a whole. He drew them down and a long, rubbery gray cock sprung up... but it didn't seem normal at all. The flesh was wet, pliable and malleable. The center was oddly thinner than the two sides, until it became clear what was happening. The flesh became more and more insubstantial until the two sides pulled apart from one another, revealing the double dicked glory of a shark hemipenis. Each side was at least a foot long, throbbing and glistening in its aroused perfection.

Doctor Torres knew better than to be connected with his patients, but seeing those changes made him yearn to be even more daring. Kev's balls had been drawn into his body, leaving the lower part of his groin smooth. His legs were fit enough that the doctor could see through to the other side and the bulge of flesh moving down beneath his ass, elongating from his tailbone. It was clear the musician's primary genetic donor had been a shark, but there were just enough fox genes added in to make it interesting.

Jess squirmed on his own bed still, but he was lost. His eyes were closed, his elongated lips exposing fangs. His ears were pointed and stretching taller as he thrashed. The engineer had already had a long, glorious mane of hair, but it seemed that the flesh growing out of his ass was producing another similar mane like a horse tail.

Whatever animals the genes that had been injected into Jess came from, they weren't just mutating him: they were causing him to grow, too. With every fast breath the young metalhead was taking in, his chest seemed to increase in size a bit; his grey and yellow shirt, despite having been made in quite the stretchy material, soon started ripping and giving up at the seams, until it split in two parts of nearly the same size right in the middle exposing a set of heavy, hard pecs, each one surmounted by a rapidly enlarging dark grey nipple.

"Oh god..." Jess moaned, his head inclining back as he felt the size overtaking him. It was an empowering feeling, something he'd been fighting for months. It had been his aggression, his dominance, his ease with power that had fueled his antisocial personality... but the strength and the size was intoxicating. His fingers dragged along the bed before he turned his head, looking over at Kev, taking in a rather startled breath.

Kev looked completely different. Tall, lean, muscled, fit, sleek and dangerous. He had a slick orange tail with a white tip, gray skin and his nose was more subtle, melded into his elongating face. It reminded Jess of some of the horror movies he used to watch... but they were both flawless, amazing, new. Jess didn't want to get excited, but he couldn't help it. A grin started to spread across his face as his eyes tinged yellow.

The formerly chubby musician turned his head too, to stare at his new friend, and a dangerous smile appeared on his dark lips: Jess was shaping up to be as muscled and definite as a Greek god; under his already exceptional pecs, his stomach was getting more defined and cut by the second, burning away the negligible amount of body fat Jess still housed in his body and leaving behind a flawless eight-pack. Kev stared at the expression of the young engineer with intent eyes: his face was now elongated into a clear - although still not completely formed - muzzle, with the wide nose and the flared nostrils of a horse... but the glint of predatory fangs was visible in his lips, and his ears were triangular and alert like that of a canine. Whatever hybrid Jess was turning into, Kev reflected with silly horniness, he was bound to be one of the hottest beings around.

Mateo circled the changing two, documenting their progress. His work was finally coming to fruition. All of his persecution, his delays, the unnecessary sanctions... It was finally happening. The readings of their vitals were strained but good. Their hearts were growing to accommodate the changed bodies. Their livers and kidneys were shifting to process the drastically different chemical sets... but so far they were healthy and vibrant, the first of their respective kinds.

"Kev, how do you feel?" Mateo asked, ensuring the video feed of the entire process was continuing unhindered for proper documentation. The sleek and strangely beautiful creature that was a chubby young man less than ten minutes before shifted his orange irises towards the professor.

"Never felt better in my whole life, Doc," he replied in a rough and virile tone. "In a way, it's good you restrained me, of I'd probably pin you down and fuck the hell out of you here and now." His grin enlarged, showing more of the deadly rows of teeth in his mouth. "Just kidding," he added.

"Well, I think that Jess might be more receptive to that..." Mateo said, moving over to the pinned fox horse. He reached down and began undoing Jess's pants, looking down at his groin. The flesh that had been his cock had grown significantly, sliding down his pant leg before getting trapped. It was thicker than Mateo's wrist, the flesh mottled into shades of pink and brown. Mateo drew the fly down six inches, but it wasn't enough. The cock was trapped. Considering his options, the scientist withdrew his scalpel and began cutting down the fabric, well clear of the precious man meat.

Jess lifted his head, trying to see what was going on. His raging erection fought its confines, but it wasn't until the doctor had cut down to the knee that it was free. A massive towering pylon of horse cock swung upwards, rising high into the air in graphic glory. The head was completely flat, wide and blunt. The urethra pulsed and oozed with musky moisture... and it was still growing, looking as if it might even grow taller than he was from his waist. Kev licked his lips with a big, flat tongue.

"Ooh, yeah, I can totally see that..." he growled in ecstasy. "I'm sure we'll have so much fun together, Jess..."

"If you're in the mood for some good fun, you might want to meet the young man that made all this possible for you." Mateo said, moving across the room, opening the door back to his private room. He leaned his head in and smiled, "Sorin, would you like to meet some new friends?"

The Sorin that walked inside the room was quite literally a new man than the one that had arrived on Leto some months prior with big dreams in his head and little money in his pockets: he was imposing and manly, with a huge, round, firm belly, trunk-like legs and a set of meaty, ample pecs, and all he was wearing was a pair of stretchy shorts delineating an obscenely thick cock. A smile appeared in the middle of his short but extremely bushy and wiry black beard, and one of his sausage-like fingers went up to toy with one of the golden hoops now hanging from his earlobes that were the perfect compliment to his caramel brown skin tone. Finally, Sorin looked as big as his life goals had always had been.

"Nice, Doctor Torres, you finally found me some friends to play with," he said in a deep basso voice while patting the professor on the back. A growl escaped the big man's mouth, and his eyes blazed suddenly as bumps appeared on the side of his head. Mateo watched with pride at how easily, and at will, his first creation switched between his gene sets. He watched Sorin's horns push out, his face elongate, his toes shift and sharpen. It was beautiful.

The former twink popped a bodybuilder-like pose as he changed, showing his colossal fat and musclebound body in all its glory as the fox and the bull emerged to turn him into a wondrous and mighty creature: a huge fluffy tail, powerful horns, hard hooves and a beastly muzzle, not to mention a pelt of orange and brown fur enveloping his limbs and torso. His shorts almost exploded as his massive canine dick - complete with a girthy sheath - became rock-hard and emerged, moist and ready to shoot. Sorin looked at his now clawed hands flexing and distending and a smile appeared on his bearded face.

"Fuck yeah, I love transforming so much..." he murmured, before his attention gravitated towards Kev's hemipenises that shone under the artificial lights of the lab. "Mmmh, these look tasty. Can I try them for a bit?"

"Be my guest," Kev replied, before moaning deeply in complete abandon. The bull fox crossed the room, tail swaying behind him before his mighty muzzle came down. Sorin began to suck one of his new members while jacking off the other with his powerful hand. Jess inhaled sharply, seeing such graphic acts right before him. He groaned and strained, panting hard as silvery fur emerged from his flesh, contrasting the dark horse fur. He bucked and struggled before Mateo decided to give them both a break.

With a tap to the tablet, their restraints were released. Doctor Torres moved back of what would inevitably be a wild ride to observe just how healthy his patients were. When the belts keeping his arms pinned down were sucked into the table, Kev sat up and looked at Jess with an unhealthy stare in his eyes.

"Come here..." he murmured. "You're so fucking hot, Jess." The musician's bizarre arms wrapped around the neck of the horsewolf and his mouth went down to kiss his muzzle possessively; after the kiss was over, he stared at the massive creature taking care of his twin penises and a smile caused him to show the triangular daggers in his mouth once again. "Not that you aren't, Sorin... Quite the contrary."

"I never thought I could feel like this..." Jess murmured, "I'm so... so... horny." he groaned, struggling for the words. Kev caressed the horsewolf's gorgeous mane and looked at his elongating muzzle with an intense glare in his blazing orange eyes: despite the lust, the musician was clearly in love with what he was looking at.

"What do you wanna do, stud?" he murmured in a sultry tone, his shark-like mouth mere inches from one of Jess's pointed ears. "Lick? Suck? Frot, fuck, get pounded? I'm hot and ready for some action..."

"S-s-suck me with those deadly teeth, shark boy." Jess murmured, feeling so blown away by the danger and exotic nature of their encounter. It was beyond belief. Kev nodded, his long and pleasantly ruvid tongue brushing against the flat tip of the horsewolf's mammoth erection.

"Are you sure? I might nibble, you know..." the musician murmured back; Sorin was still busy pleasing his twin penises, and Kev started tweaking one of his now hypersensitive dark grey nipples with his clawed fingertips. "F-fuck, everything is so intense..." He once again turned his attention towards Jess, his free hand caressing the smooth pillar of his cock and toying with the swollen, pulsating circle that was the medial ring.

Jess's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shuddered, his lips curling up in sexual need. He groaned deeply and pushed into the caressing. His tail swished back and forth behind him as he gave into it all. Deep down, in his heart, he finally felt that his deep seeded anger was being released - and replaced with irresistible lust. His hands shot out to find the two nearest cocks and stroke them both, though in this case both belonged to Kev.

"F-fuck..." the shark fox gasped, feeling the strong fellow hybrid's fingers massaging his hypersensitive hemipenises. Sorin had stopped pleasuring him - the gargantuan fox bull seemed now more interested in Jess's muscled, perfectly shaped ass just under his silky tail - but being jerked off by the sexy horse wolf was pure heaven. Kev's maw opened and his dark grey lips enveloped the equine prick, careful not to hurt or scratch the mottled skin with his dangerous teeth.

Jess let out a whinny of delight and threw his head back into Sorin's chest as Kev began sucking him. Jess turned his head slowly and nuzzled against Sorin's pectoral, his lips teasing the nipple there as he gently bucked his hips into the shark fox's mouth. All his years of having problems with other people seemed ludicrous now. Why be angry with someone when you could fuck them instead? Of course, the new perception that his anger problems had come from pent up sexual frustration seemed more likely than ever. Sorin mooed, his big and flat tongue panting from a corner of his muzzle in a decidedly canine fashion.

"Y-yeah... Suck those nipples, baby," he groaned, gently but firmly pressing Jess's long muzzle against his pecs. The twin, sensitive nubs were sensitive in an almost painful way, and the horse wolf was perfect to relieve his strange, intense but not at all unpleasant tingling; the former twink had always been small and weak... and now that he was large and in charge, the hormones coursing through his body were making him feel more powerful, dominant and strong than he had ever dared to dream.

"Fuck, I... I need both of you." Jess panted, a flailing mass of arms and legs. He nuzzled against Sorin once more before a wry grin crossed his muzzle, "You know, Stud, I think I need a bull in me..." he murmured, reaching up to stroke one of Sorin's horns, his other hand stroking Kevin's head.

With a devious grin on his broad bovine face, he coated two of his sausage-like fingers with the clear fluid and pressed them against the dark, rubbery circle of muscles just below the horsewolf's luscious tail.

"Of course you need me, but are you sure you're ready for this?" Sorin rumbled, forcing his index and middle fingers beyond the barrier of the pucker up to the second knuckle and beginning to wriggle them inside the tight, warm cave of the young engineer's asshole.

"Oh, g-god..." Jess whined, his triangular ears twitching wildly. Dense, albumen-like precum started pouring from the flat tip of his massive dick, and was slurped with delighted noises by Kev. Just like his body had, the horsewolf's mind and personality were still getting reshaped and refined, albeit nowhere as drastically as his physique: the wrath that had been pounding almost constantly in his heart had been replaced by a warm and irresistible ocean of lust; he now had a perfect body, a giant and sensitive cock and two brand-new sexy beasts ready to fuck and get fucked... he couldn't have asked for anything more. "Y-yeah!" he exclaimed, turning his long muzzle slightly towards Sorin, the mighty muscles of his neck swollen and tense. "Stuff that juicy fox cock inside me!" he urged in quite the commanding tone.

Kevin, meanwhile, had kneeled in front of Jess and was busy lapping and caressing the equine shaft that towered in front of him. His tongue diligently scooped up every droplet of thick and salty pre, while his fingertips explored every square inch of humid and slick flesh. "This is a work of art," he murmured at some point, staring transfixed at the narrow and yet promising depths of the horsewolf's urethra. "A dick worth of a god..."

"And you should see his ass!" Sorin boomed while cupping a muscled butt cheek in his powerful hand and squeezing. Jess threw back his muzzle and let out a lustful noise; he was in heaven, his anger completely erased from his brain: a fit, horny sharkfox was taking care of his dick while a massive, virile foxbull was getting ready to spear him with his girthy canine cock, and just the very idea of soon losing his anal virginity was kicking his body into sexual overdrive.

"Damn, stud, you're so tight down here..." Sorin teased him. He, too, had gotten on his knees - something that made the steel walls tremble a bit - and parted the ass cheeks to reveal the pucker once again. "Oooh, this looks very tasty...." the huge beast man; he proceeded to lick the area before daring to explore the insides, penetrating the ring of muscles with the tip of his thick, fat tongue. Jess's eyes crossed and a small river of fluid erupted from his cock tip, taking Kev by surprise: the sharkfox coughed, pre dripping from the corners of his mouth and all over the floor, where it mixed with his own - sticky and strangely pearlescent, and light grey in color - and Sorin's, rich and potent and musky. With a wicked grin showing his deadly fangs, Kev scooped up a mixture of the three fluids and began to finger his own prostate thanks to his longer and nimbler fingers.

From his relatively safe observation point, and despite the obvious bulge straining the fabric of his pants, Doctor Torres was staring at the otherworldly scene unfolding in front of his eyes with the curious and yet detached interest of a true scientist: his hands were busy typing on his computer's holographic keyboard instead of massaging his boner. He quickly transcribed data and observations about the progress of the current experiment: of course, the increase in libido was something that he had fully taken into account.

It was the reason he had chosen three gay males as his subjects in the first place. It was too risky to chance impregnating someone before he could ensure the hybridization was stable. Plus, as a gay man himself, he hadn't been able to deny himself some eye candy. Now, however, Mateo couldn't help but wondering whether or not the augmented horniness could be a hindrance to the goals he had set. "Well, let's just wait and see," he murmured, trying not to miss a single movement or noise made by the three creatures.

A powerful neigh bounced off of the metallic walls of the laboratory: Sorin had just speared Jess's ass with his tapered point; the horsewolf panted in pain and delight, and foamy saliva dripped down his muzzle in twin rivulets; Kev, who had now stopped fingering himself was positioning his ass in line with Jess's ungodly dick, pushing the flat, swollen tip against his precum-soaked pucker and growling in unquenchable lust. He was adjusting to having such a mammoth shaft inside him wasn't something within everyone's reach... But the sharkfox seemed really bent on trying. Kev's old body would've probably been split into two by a horse dick, but he - just like Sorin and Jess - was now literally a changed man: his skin and muscles were magnitudes more durable and elastic than before, as if they were now made out of rubber instead of flesh.

"Come on, handsome!" he urged. "I need some horsepower!" He grunted and puffed a bit, his grey forehead frowned in desperate concentration, until finally he let out a shriek of painful bliss as the cocktip made its way inside his anus. "F-fuck!" the sharkfox screamed at the top of his lungs. "None of the dicks I've been fucked by can compare!" With expert movements, Kev started pushing his perky ass back, in order for the horse shaft to penetrate him deeper and deeper.

Sandwiched between a virile, powerful bull-canine and a strange and inexplicably sexy mixture of a sea and a land creature, Jess was experiencing a pleasure not unlike any other: he was fucking and being fucked at the same time, dominating and being dominated, topping and bottoming. He was feeling completed, but most of all... He was feeling accepted. The two creatures - his two fellow hybrids - couldn't care less about his anger issues: it was clear they loved him and lusted for him, and he was more than happy to love them and lust for them in return. The horsewolf wrapped his muscled arms around Kev's smaller body and started thrusting against him, firmly but also tenderly.

Behind him, Sorin did the same, squeezing Jess's chest with his inhumanly big biceps and triceps. He had always been - even since he had lived on Earth - the runt of the litter among his family and friends: slender, scrawny, all knees and elbows... But now, of course, everything was different. He could feel the power - the wondrous gift Doctor Torres had bestowed upon him - coursing through his incredible body like a torrent of magma, filling him with energy and the inextinguishable fire of passion. The increased sensitivity of his canine dick had somehow shut down the majority of his cognitive functions, and all he cared about was the perfect piece of ass he was currently plowing... But still, he felt the deep, inexplicable link between him and his two companions. He had always been the smaller one; now, however, he was the biggest of the three, and he felt the need to protect them: even though he had just met them, Jess and Kev were like brothers to him.

Kev, on the other hand, was bent on enjoying the sex as much as he could. He didn't care a bit about the fact that his body had been warped beyond recognition, or that he had become some kind of monstrous creature... His clawed hands were wrapped around his slick hemipenises and were pumping desperately, rivulets of quicksilver-like sperm dripping down his fingers. He couldn't wait to cum as a sharkfox for the first time, to taste his own mutated sperm, to feel the mighty penis of his horsewolf partner pump warm cum inside his stretched ass. His orange eyes darted towards Mateo, and for a moment Kev toyed with the idea of the sexy doctor joining them in their unholy orgy... And that very thought was what pushed the musician over the edge: his twin dicks vibrated in unison like the prongs of an organic tuning fork, before his internal balls churned and unloaded their contents over the floor. In his powerful orgasm, Kev smiled while looking at the fluid collecting around his hind paws: his new cum was dense, shiny and oily, and looked more like natural lube than actual sperm.

"Oooh, f-fuck yeah..." Jess moaned, burying his bestial shaft inside Kev's ass up until the medial ring; he felt something tiny explode into his scrotum, before he sprayed a veritable geyser of spunk directly inside the sharkwolf's lower intestines. A long neigh escaped his muzzle as he climaxed, forcing him to bare his flat yellowish teeth in a manic grin as the whinny evolved into a howl of sorts. "Here!" he screamed, squeezing Kev's dark nipples under his fingers, forcing him to squirm and growl. "That's the horsepower you wanted, right?"

"And here's the... load of bull... you needed..." Sorin panted, pressing his humongous belly against the young engineer's back, his brand new knot inflating for the very first time. "I'm afraid I'll... stay inside you for... quite a bit, though... Mmmmmmgh..." As he orgasmed, he kept pounding the horsewolf roughly, and stringy yellowish cum soon began to drip down Jess's outstretched pucker. "D-damn..." Sorin slipped on the small lake of sperm and dragged down both Jess and Kev; the room was shaken when more than one thousand pounds of hybrids hit the floor. Doctor Torres, a bit worried, took a step towards them to make sure everything was okay, but he stopped there when he realized that Sorin was still humping Jess's rump as if nothing had happened.

For several minutes the three hybrids lied in a pool of their own combined fluids, panting and wheezing as the cum matted their fur, under the alert eyes of Mateo. When Sorin managed to extract his dick from the ass of the horsewolf with an audible pop and another stream of dense canine sperm, the twink-turned-bear smirked, looking at Kev's hemipenises. "Man, I wonder if I would be able to take both those babies inside me..." he murmured, contemplating the possibility.

The sharkfox grinned back. "Well, wanna try?" he said, crawling behind him.

"Hey!" Jess exclaimed, his cum-soaked mane falling on his face and giving him a sorta-emo look. "I want those too!"

Doctor Torres watched his three creations starting another intense and sweaty fuck session with an amused smile on his face. Sure, their libido seemed to have no bound... But such an amount of stamina was one of the things he had been looking for when he had started that experiment. After all the risk, all the danger, all the road blocks and restrictions, he'd done it. The genetic code had been cracked. He could do anything... and it was always better to ask for forgiveness than permission. The galaxy would have no choice but to forgive him with the successes that were before his very eyes. All that was left was making the galaxy know the next big thing they couldn't live without.

****

The murmurs of the gathered crowd had melded and merged together into a writhing sea of anticipation. It had been announced that the Khovari representative to the Leto colony was going to make a rare public appearance. That alone had gathered the masses, but the true nature had not yet been revealed. The alien stood with poise and grace, his sleek black hair hanging down past his shoulders, complimenting his almost metal flake dark blue skin. Black eyes with silver irises regarded the crowd. His ears, chin and cheek bones were angled, giving him almost a faintly draconic appearance.

Those gathered were not sure what to expect. The representative had merely shown up at the appointed location on level five on a stage set up for public concerts and speeches. The crowd watched him and he watched them back until there was motion from one side. Sorin was the first to emerge, followed by Jess and Kev and then finally Doctor Torres.

The former twink and now behemoth of a man was wearing one of his beloved pair of stretchy shorts and an equally form-fitting t-shirt, perfectly underlining his humongous and firm belly and his heavy set of meaty pecs; the light was captured and reflected around by the thick bronze ring that now adorned his large and broad nose and that bounced softly against his bushy moustache at every step. Jess had gone without his usual uniform, opting instead for a red and black vest and black jeans. Kev, however, was the one who had changed the most: the now lean and fit musician was sporting a pair of skin-tight denim jeans and a black fishnet tanktop showing his flat abs, his nipples pierced with elaborately carved silver rings and arms and pecs covered in brand new tribal tattoos from every corner of the known galaxy. The men gathered on the stage and Doctor Torres moved to stand on the steps below the representative.

"I know you came here expecting an address from Yaegrin Drall, but the truth of the matter is that I wouldn't be here today without the assistance of the Khovari government." Mateo began, holding out his hand. Several small discs floated up, taking up positions on either side of the stage. Holographic banners appeared vertically between sets, filling with information. Doctor Torres waited a moment before continuing, "For those of you who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Doctor Mateo Torres. I am a physician, a doctor, an inventor and a chemist. For years I have been searching for the answer to a single question - can we be more? I came out here to Leto to see what the universe had to offer... and it was here that I met these fine men." Mateo said.

"My name is Sorin Delgado. I embarked on a one-way trip to the outer space big dreams, but they were crashed really quickly... Until Doctor Torres lend me a hand and saved my life," Sorin explained.

"I'm Jess... I'm an engineer here, tinkerer I guess... I came to Doctor Torres to find a way to be more peaceful in my life, to be more in touch with my surroundings... and I found it." Jess said.

"And I'm Kev. I was an aspiring musician plagued by bad genetics... No matter the diet, I wasn't able to lose weight. Of course, Doctor Torres helped me with that," Kevin summarized, caressing his smooth abdomen once as if to show that he wasn't lying.

"You may be asking yourself, just how did I help these people? What is it that is so revolutionary? I'll tell you all, in good time, but I think perhaps I'll show you." Mateo said. On cue, the three men began relaxing their focus, giving into the instincts just beneath the surface. Sorin's eyes closed and he winced gently as the pressure built in his temples. The skin ballooned up before the sharp tips of his horns emerged. The steer horns pushed out in slick and awesomely fast fashion as his face morphed before the crowd's very eyes. His nose broadened, his muzzle formed and his tail began slinking down behind his legs.

Standing by him, even in the midst of his own change, Jess couldn't help but reach out and stroke Sorin's foxy fox tail. The feel of the fur in his hands was electric. Jess's shoulders widened quickly, his arms filling with more muscle. The sounds of his jaw and face popping were most audible as his muzzle formed and his ears migrated to the top of his head. His long, dark hair seemed even more suitable for a mane, but the muzzle betrayed the sharp fangs within.

Kev, in seeing the changes unraveling in front of him, licked his now triangular, deadly-looking teeth in a predatory way. His slender and toned body shuddered in pleasure as a grey wave transformed his human skin into strong, elastic hide, his tattoos still visible. The bulge on the front of his jeans enlarged almost painfully as his dick split into twin sensitive hemipenises, and a fox tail - one smaller and leaner than Sorin's - slithered out from the back of his pants, waving sensuously in the air behind him.

"The key to these amazing changes is a revolutionary new serum; a de-activated retrovirus delivery system allowing for a genetic synthesis with traits from countless species across the broad spectrum of human and alien territories. In the coming days I will provide my medical research on the issue, but for now I present to you our first participants." Mateo said. The crowd erupted into discussions, some pulling out their vid cards to film the display or call people with the news. With everyone so distracted, it was almost as if the Khovari disappeared from his stance on the stairs and reappeared directly behind Mateo's left shoulder.

"I thought you were going to auction the serum off..." Yaegrin murmured.

"That was the original plan, but if we get the word out, if we can get ARC to officially sanction it? The price will be even higher." Mateo said. Yaegrin was silent at that, though his dark eyes drifted over to the look on Jess's face. Sure enough, the wolf horse hybrid was licking his lips before he lunged forward, burying as much of his muzzle as he could against Sorin's bull fox nipples. The horse tongue lapped at the sensitive rubbery nubs, circling and teasing them before they swole up and were drawn into the mouth.

Jess sucked and slurped, his eyes closed in need and desire, unable to resist himself despite the display in public.

"A-are you sure we should do this in front of everyone, guys?" he asked with a lopsided grin. Kev grabbed him and planted a wet kiss on his long muzzle as a reply.

"Why should you care, handsome?" the sharkfox murmured in his pointed ear. "We are beasts, remember? No shame, no constraints... We are wild and free to do whatever we want, and the universe is our playground." Kev grabbed the horsewolf's big strong right hand and placed it over his erect hemipenises. "Now why don't you put that mouth of yours to a better use?"

Jess let out a lustful whinny and kneeled in front of his smaller partner, caressing his pair of pointed cocks before licking the left one from the base to the tip and immediately eliciting a small spray of grey pre. Jess reveled in having his muzzle sprayed with the fluid, and inhaled the musky odor with his flared nostrils. Sorin, right behind him, didn't waste any time and started caressing Jess's back with his gargantuan hands.

"Come on, stud, bottoms up. I know you're quite the greedy bitch when it comes to my knot, huh?" the foxbull growled playfully, and Jess immediately responded by standing on all fours, his muscled rump more than ready to be filled with some canine meat. Sorin grunted, coating the pucker of his fellow hybrid with the dense precum already dripping from his erect shaft. "Knew it. Now get ready..."

"Your specimens seem a bit... wilder than I thought, doctor Torres," Yaegrin commented, not losing his stoic composure even at the loud, horny howl that Jess erupted in when Sorin impaled his ass with his fat fox dick. Mateo stared back at the alien with a small, vague smile on his lips.

"They are not my specimens, Yaegrin. They are friends." The doctor stated. The Khovari shook his head with gravitas.

"Just a matter of semantics. The point is..." His eyes moved towards the three hybrids, currently busy showing to a quite puzzled audience a bona fide spitroast. "Would this count as a good or a bad publicity for your discovery?"

The young human professor stared at Sorin, Jess and Kev too: the outrageousness of public copulation had done nothing but increasing the three hybrid's libido, and even though they had been fucking just for some minutes they were rapidly approaching climax: some seconds later, Jess's muzzle was filled with dark grey, metallic-looking spooge as Kev's penises erupted in a synchronized orgasm, while his butt was inundated with a high-pressure spurt of yellow canine seed. The three mighty creatures let out a sigh of pleasure and relief, and collapsed in a giant, spent heap, caressing each other and murmuring words full of lust and tenderness. And Doctor Torres, in looking at them, realized once again that his experiment had been a complete success: Sorin had found his place and wasn't weak anymore, Kev had resolved his weight issues, and Jess had replaced his fury outbursts with a huge, healthy dose of horniness.

"Well," Mateo said to Yaegrin with a pleasant smile. "Let's see what the audience thinks, shall we?" The representative smiled to himself, gesturing with a clawed hand to some of the bulges forming in the pants of the audience, as well as some of the salivating females.

"I believe we already have our answer to that." Yaegrin replied.

****

The soft hum of the floating cameras was barely audible as Mateo addressed his audience. He had been speaking for nearly an hour. It had been a huge gamble, it still would be for some time, but Mateo had bet everything on the fact that the public would want the benefits of his research more than criminalizing him - and the procedure. He chuckled gently at one of the news reporter's jokes in his earpiece, smiling to the floating orange and black discs as if they were his best friends in the world.

"No, no, I don't think it was divine inspiration, although the inspiration for the hybrids certainly comes from the divine. No, I think my inspiration came when I, like any other young child learned of the adventures and hardships of the ARC deep colonists on the vidnet. They faced such wild challenges, struggling for survival. It wasn't just for humans, either, but for all the species of our precious world. Think of the protected habitats of the Poseidon and Hera colonies. How many species would have gone extinct without the colonists work? This is my small contribution to protect the colonists, to ensure their noble work goes on." Mateo explained.

"Doctor, isn't it true that your work grants were rejected under Earth Law?" the question came out of the dark, one of the lesser channels. The doctor struggled to maintain his composure, not showing an ounce of his chagrin.

"I did consider Earth for initial phases of my research, but there were a variety of factors that ruled it out. The advantages of conducting my research out here are just as limitless, though variable gravity and access to the vast medical wisdom of the Khovari are some of the best reasons to be here." Doctor Torres replied. There was an instant murmur on the other side, something Mateo had banked on.

"Doctor, have... you considered access models for those seeking your serum?" Another reporter asked the question on the tip of everyone's tongues.

"It is true that I do owe the Khovari a lot for their help in my research-" Mateo began, striking even more fear into the public that he would take his serum to a notably private people, "But my inspiration was once again the famed colonists of the past. I would very much like to have an ARC sanction to provide my serum to citizens who want to use every asset at their disposal to make life better for everyone."

"And what of the side effects? As we saw in the earlier display, your patients were... rather unrestrained." One of the more conservative reporters asked. Again Mateo put on a chuckle for show.

"Well I doubt they would complain." Mateo smirked, ensuring his posture was one of comfort and ease, "The truth of the matter is that the serum does take some adjustment psychologically. These primal elements bring forth a visceral desire to live in the moment, to feel and experience life more fully. It enhances pleasure, pain, jubilation and zest. As a society we drift towards the predictable, the mediocre, but this serum is anything but that. Whenever there has been change as a people, it has taken an adjustment as well... but who are we to argue with those that can embrace so much with such freedom? If anything, I envy my patients." The doctor explained.

"Will you be performing the procedure on yourself?" Another reporter asked.

"I have considered it on many occasions, but so far I haven't decided which hybrid genes would benefit science the most. Extra arms or enhanced vision could help me in the lab, but what if I knock something over? Once I find the right species for me, I'm sure I'll be able to embrace this new way of life... and I would like to thank you all for embracing me with your time. Good day." Mateo said. The lights around the camera lenses on the discs went dark and the floating mechanisms fluttered away into the dark recesses of the Leto colony, leaving the doctor where he had been. It had been hard, but the ball was now in ARC's court. With public support behind him, could they risk to impose such archaic laws?