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“Have you heard of the secret aircraft that crashed in the mountains? Nobody has gone there because they think the Marikan government is already there, ready to arrest anyone trying to loot or scrap it for parts, but if you’re bold you could get to it before they can.”

“Are you crazy?! That crashed in the mountains!”

“Hey, you said you’d accept the craziest request for money. I’m just putting one of the new requests on the table.”

In one lonely bar in Sakala Marika, a seasoned thief converses with their middleman. The thief's name is Nathan or Nat, a snow leopard beast with green eyes and a good physique and stature. They were a world-class thief, just second to the infamous thief known as Konga The Little. But instead of stealing from banks and museums, Nat was more adventurous, seeking lost artifacts and the treasures of ancient wreckages. As a thief, Nat would do anything for money, even if it meant stealing an idol worshiped by an indigenous tribe. But still, they abstained from killing, similar to Konga.

“Let me get this clear, this is either some missing stealth pilot, a spy balloon, or a UFO?”

“Your… Second guess is more likely. But even if it's a spy balloon, whatever information you can find can be sold on the black market and used for, well, blackmail.”

“Then what if it's a stealth pilot?”

“Same deal. Hell, if you can rip up and bag the components you find, I'm sure it'll sell for a good price.”

“Stealing crashed government prototypes usually isn't my thing, but I haven't gotten any news for any ancient relics looking to be found. Now, what intrigues me is the possibility that this could be a UFO.”

“Oh please… UFOs aren't real, Nat. And if they are, the moment you get there you'll probably cut up and dissected while keeping you alive to study how to make you orgasm.”

“Wow, wow! Where did that wild idea come from! What's next? You think they're some terminator looking to turn Earth into a wasteland? I'm sure if it is a UFO then the aliens inside are probably dead.”

“Whatever. The most realistic is a missing stealth plane or a spy balloon. Either way, someone's paying good money if you snag some valuable components.”

“Sure. I'll check it out while I wait for something more intriguing. All I have to do is go there with a blow torch, cut the wreckage up, find some important-looking electronics, and bail!”

“Good. Finish your drink. I'll meet you out front once you're ready.”

The current weather was a light snowfall, but as the afternoon began to dim, the snow began to drop as well, making the perfect cover for Nat to use in his venture. So, while the thief waited for nighttime and stronger snowfall, he'd meet up with his middleman outside, get in a truck, and make their way to a small warehouse to borrow some equipment for his mission. Nat was already used to riding with strangers to unknown locations, paws ready to pull out his automatic M1911 pistol if any of his clients or business partners would try to take him out. They eventually arrive at the warehouse, with the leopard immediately spotting a black snowmobile which they immediately pointed out.

“Hey, that's a pretty nice piece.”

“You're lucky. You'll be lent the snowmobile. Should make it easier for you to travel to the crash, especially under the gathering snow.”

“So, what's next?”

“Follow me.”

After Pat thoroughly inspected the snowmobile by admiring it a few times and even sitting in it, he followed the middleman inside the warehouse. Inside, there was a dimly lit table in the middle containing some intelligence papers, a blowtorch, a saw, a radio, and a giant duffle bag.

“The equipment? You're pretty generous.”

“They're banking on a good haul, so you better make them proud!”

“Well, I can't make promises!”

Although minimal and simple, Pat had already begun planning about the ways he could maximize the use of his tools. The leopard already stuffed their tools in the duffle bag presented to them and began reading the intel before their middleman could even explain what was written on it. But Pat's impatience didn't disappoint him as what he saw made his eyes widen in interest.

“Huh! Is this newspaper from a few days ago?”

“Man, you didn't even let me explain. Basically, it's a report about a UFO sighting. I brought it here as I thought it might interest you, seeing you love anything supernatural-related. I'm surprised you haven't been cursed by a tomb before.”

“I really hope what crashed is this UFO.”

“I wouldn't… But I'm not saying I'm afraid of aliens!”

“Just think of how much their technology could go for!”

“At the expense of probably having a dangerous virus that could kill the entire world?”

“Come on, don't be so pessimistic. Maybe the aliens would be nice and lend me some of their stuff, haha!”

Pat really hoped the crash was of supernatural origin and not some boring government test gone wrong. Although, in the end, no matter if it was a spy balloon, a stealth pilot, or a UFO, Pat knew he'd make a ton of money as always. And so, after giving a good read on the newspaper and making last-minute preparations with his middleman, Pat got on his lent snowmobile, riding off into the snowy road as the sunset. It was already quite dark at 5 PM, making it hard for travel of any kind as there weren't any lampposts to illuminate Pat’s way, but his snowmobile’s strong headlights and GPS would aid him.

He'd also be given a map of a mountainside encircled and where the crash is presumed to have taken place. Pat’s trip was quite uneventful, but he did enjoy taking the snowmobile for a spin. A few hours of driving eventually passed until the GPS pointed Pat away from the route he was taking and into the forest, continuing on foot. Once Pat found a proper spot to park, he'd retrieve his gun and bag of tools, and cover his snowmobile with a tarp before continuing on his way. The GPS and map now lead him to the mountain where the crash was presumed to be located. Although Pat was an adventurous person, just trudging through the snow with a flashlight wasn't entertaining, only gave a tired sigh before marching forward.

Another hour would pass, this time with Pat walking on foot. The leopard was at least able to endure the cold and long trek, eventually arriving halfway to the mountain's peak. Pat didn't need to go to the very top, of course, and simply encircled the mountain. It still took a long time for the thief to do so, but after a few more minutes of wandering in almost pitch-black darkness, the thief managed to spot a strange clearing through snowy weather, immediately bolting it towards the point of interest.

“Come on, come on! This has to be it! Wait, no… Wait, yes! Here it is!”

Many broken branches later from rushing through a bunch of trees and dead bushes, Pat made it to the clearing. As soon as the thief arrived, they identified the crash to be that of the missing stealth pilot, strangely fully intact instead of being a pile of burnt wreckage. And although it wasn't the UFO that Pat anticipated, he still excitedly laid down his bag, opening it and bringing out his tools for scrapping. Pat would leave his gun on a rock and his bright flashlight pointing at him as he worked, thinking that he wouldn't need to defend himself from any lost pilots as the cockpit was already empty. So, after readying his saw and blowtorch, the thief immediately dove into the cockpit of the stealth pilot, carefully cutting away at its interior with great care and precision.

“I wonder if I can come back here and sell the missile, hehe.”

The thief happily worked away, cutting up the cockpit and swiftly identifying important and valuable components to take back. Pat would go back and forth, inside and outside, storing salvaged components in his bag. Everything seemed to be going well for the thief, no wildlife, no military, and most importantly, no accidents. But while Pat reloaded his blowtorch, he'd heard a strong crackling of electricity from the other side of the plane. The noise immediately sent the thief on high alert, thinking it was another scavenger with a taser, quickly reaching for his gun to confront whatever made the noise.

“Hey! Who's there! Whoever you are, come out with your hands up!”

The noise still resounded periodically, and coming from the plane's backside, Pat carefully kept his distance, all the while pointing his gun and flashlight as he slowly inched around the craft. And when Pat circled to the back of the plane halfway, he'd fire a warning shot, thinking of scaring the noisemaker away. But still, the crackling did not stop, prompting the thief to finally shoot a burst of bullets at the rear end of the ship. After shooting, the crackling immediately subsided, giving Pat the confidence to approach the source of the noise to see what he had hit.

“Come out! Wait, what the hell is that…”

Instead of finding a beast who was struggling profusely against their gunshot wound, he found a strange-looking device. There were no footsteps in the snow when Pat inspected further, only a long, curving trail as if a heavy snake had crawled through the snow. The device was particularly hi-tech looking, being made of reflective metal, and was still glowing with a bright light. Pat picked it up with a rubber glove to study, noticing that it resembled a robotic tentacle. He had seemingly shot a vital component of the device as its lights were only blinking faintly. One of the device's ends had three brass prongs, which Pat presumed to be where the crackling was coming from. But on the other end, the tip looked lewd and out of place, similar to that of a butt plug you'd usually find under someone's bed.

“Weird… Did this come from the plane? Certainly not… If it did, then is it some sort of defense mechanism for when the plane is being torn apart without permission?”

Pat was understandably skeptical about the robotic tentacle as it truly felt something out of this world, but once it ran out of power, he bagged it in his duffle bag before wearily returning to his scrapping duty. But before Pat could return to his work, the crackling noise came, and there were a lot of them. The leopard quickly turned around to look at the noise, finding several electrified robot tentacles, similar to the one he had shot and taken.

“Gah! What the hell are those!”

Thinking quickly, Pat retrieved his gun once more and shot at the pack of snakes. A burst of bullets came from Pat’s gun once more, but he'd only managed to hit a few before the tentacles came slithering towards him, angry and buzzing with electricity. He tried to make a run for it, leaving behind his bag and shooting back as he fled, but the thief was tripped when one of the tentacles lunged at him, tying his legs together and tripping him onto the snow.

“Fuck! Get this thing off of me!”

The tentacle coiled around Pat's legs with great force, almost as if looking to crush his bones so that he wouldn't get away. But thinking quickly, Pat shot the tentacle that ensnared his leg, freeing himself and allowing him to try and run once again. However, after only taking a few steps away from the group of tentacles that were chasing him, another lunged at him and tied his legs up again. And this time, all the tentacles caught up with Pat. The thief tried to shoot at the tentacles once again but one of them leapt towards his hand and smacked the gun away. A swarm had basically caught Pat in their metal embrace, coiling and wrapping around his limbs and body.

And when the thief tried to resist, they were shocked relentlessly by the metal prongs of the tentacles. His hands and legs were tied together once he was paralyzed as if restrained by a robotic octopus. These tentacles were filmed to the brim with malice as well, as when Pat had been exhausted from the shock and couldn't move, the tentacles began to squirm under his clothes. From there, the metal prongs of the tentacles began to morph into a circular saw, whirring loudly as they began cutting the thief's clothes apart.

“Hey! What are you trying to do to me, you robots!”

Pat was immediately stripped to his underwear, covered in the tattered remains of his winter clothes, exposing his fit yet furry body, being a snow leopard in all. But once Pat was naked, the tentacles loosened, leaving his body and clumping together. The momentary freedom brought by the tentacles was quickly capitalized on by Pat, crawling away from the scene and further into the woods, still with his sore and previously electrocuted body. But he wouldn't be able to escape the tentacles no matter how much he ran as they began to meld into each other, forming a giant spider with a huge dragon-like tail. Its bright and exposed parts were now glowing neon and dripping strange fluorescent goo. It was similar to one of those face huggers in that one alien movie except the robot spider had a lewd appendage in the shape of a cock right under the base of its tail.

After forming into a mechanical monstrosity, the robot spider scanned the area and immediately locked onto Pat running in fear, crawling silently as its jaws buzzed with electricity. From the noise that the robot spider made, Pat was able to dodge it for a while, just barely avoiding its tail and legs until one of its legs separated and became a tentacle which then lunged at Pat, tying his feet for the third time and tripping him. He'd shoot the tentacle with the last bullet in his gun but just as Pat tried to flee, the robot spider jumped on his back, wrapping its legs around his torso while using its tail to rip off his last bit of clothing.

“Get off, get off!”

A struggle ensued between the spider and the thief, with the thief collapsing and rolling on the ground, trying to pry the spider off his back while the spider began to morph further for an unknown purpose. So while Pat began to uselessly slam his back against the trees and ground, the spider adjusted its tail and lewd appendage, just to the height where Pat's ass was before plunging a gooey cock into the leopard's back hole.

“Ouuh~ Something… just went in me…”

The goo cock was in the shape of a canine penis, having a knot in its base which locked into Pat's rectum. To break free, Pat tried to tug on the tail that had connected to his asshole, but the cock inside began to thrust rhythmically, as well as growing in size to lock into Pat's rectum. The goo meat stick quickly swelled to a size where extraction was impossible, firmly locking inside of Pat's back hole while the thief struggled with an erection. From the thrusting cock brought by the robot spider, Pat’s own rod had erected as well, due to his prostate being abused by the spider. Pat did his best to squeeze his erection under his thighs as he made his way back to the stealth pilot to retrieve the saw he left behind, but the stimulation was too strong, and he repeatedly lost focus, eventually ending when he collapsed from pleasure.

“Huff… huff… what is this thing…”

Pat would try to pry the spider off his back one last time but all it did was upset the creature into thrusting even stronger. An orgasm was imminent from how long the goo cock had been throbbing inside Pat, but the thief tried to stop it by doing their best to squeeze their ass together. But all it did was upset the spider once again, and with one last pound, Pat reached his peak and came, shooting a lewd arch of cum onto his crotch and the snow. The fluorescent goo that was dripping from the spider when the tentacles combined suddenly reappeared, and as if sentient and animate, they wrapped around Pat's crotch, wrapping it in a glowing gel coat that made his cock hypersensitive to the air.

Just a light breeze from the snowy night prolonged Pat’s orgasm, not helping the fact that the cock in his ass still hadn't stopped. But with the pleasure lessened from recently ejaculating, Pat stood up with shaky legs and tried to make his way back to the stealth pilot. The cock in his ass made it hard to move around, as well as the heavy robot tail that had clung onto his back, but the thief persevered, supporting themselves against the trees as they made their way back. But, once again, before Pat could make any progress, he'd be halted in his tracks, this time by a strong surge of electricity that paralyzed him once again, almost going unconscious as well.

“Wooo… Are these… Government capture robots… this is… inhumane…”

One more shock finally sapped away all of Pat’s strength, leaving the thief panting from both exhaustion and pleasure, slowly passing out from overexerting himself. And as Pat blacked out, he felt himself being tugged by the tail that had latched onto his back, with whatever that was tugging at him doing so with ease, as if the monster who had sent the robotic tentacles to capture him had finally arrived to claim their prey.

“Ugh… Where am I… Aahh… My ass feels so sore… And the light… it’s so bright…”

After a while, Pat regained consciousness, finding himself in a brightly lit glass cell with a thick titanium door, still with a tail and cock latched onto his back. But as Pat stood up, he noticed that the robotic components of the tail were missing and that the tail was smooth and shiny, similar to latex. It had also overlapped with his fluffy leopard tail, seemingly moving in tandem with his buried tail when he tried swaying. The thief inspected their crotch next, seeing that it was still wrapped up in goo the same way when he passed out. It left a lewd bulge, looking similar to a tight rubber thong. Luckily, Pat’s cock seemed to be unchanged as he could still feel and control it through the goo underwear.

“H- Hello? Is anyone there?”

Once Pat was finished inspecting his modified body, he slowly approached the walls of the glass cell, being careful not to make any sudden movements as there was still a goo cock in his rectum. Luckily, Pat easily did so, reaching the wall to find three giant monitors where some video was being shown. Pat squinted his eyes and covered his forehead to get a better look due to the bright cell light and found the monitors displaying the stealth pilot he was scrapping, as well as the rumored spy balloon that had crashed.

“Someone was watching me? Where am I even?!”

Further scanning of the room he was in revealed that there were strange robot dragons to the left of the monitors, while a clump of robot tentacles was located to the right. What was strange was the robot dragons were hollow, as if armor of some kind. But the surreality returned when Pat noticed it would probably be worn by someone who was 9 feet tall. Pat would then turn to the clump of robot tentacles, seemingly inanimate at first but would startle Pat into stumbling when it glowed briefly, falling on his but accidentally stabbing the gel cock in his ass to hit his prostate. Pat was now annoyed instead of scared, picking himself up from the ground while his erection slowly grew from the prostate hit.

Having seen enough, Pat began banging on the glass cell, and when that didn’t work, he used his feet. It was a bit hard to try and break the glass cell as Pat was still continuously being stimulated by the cock in his ass, but he struggled nonetheless. But no matter how much Pat punched and kicked, he’d only tire himself out. It was obvious that the glass that kept Pat in was some sort of thick tempered glass, but who wouldn’t try to at least break free, right? And so, defeated, Pat carefully sat down to pick up his breath, wondering if he was truly captured by the government or more.

“Damn… How could I fall for such a trap… I’ve escaped snakes on a plane before, so why not robot tentacles!”

Pat could only curse his hopeless situation, regretting that he should have probably brought more than a machine pistol with him. Only silence would meet Pat’s frustrated self-rambling until he heard a hi-tech door open from behind him.

“Wh- what?! What are you!”

What had entered Pat’s cell was a strange creature quite the frightening creature; a blue, 10-foot alien dragon with its glowing root out and erect. Not only that, but it had a muscular body and a sheen similar to the goo that enveloped Pat’s crotch. It also had four blue eyes which were already expressing great interest in Pat, squinting and focused with a mischievous look on the frightened leopard. Before Pat could even process the strange alien that had entered his cell, the dragon condensed a ball of goo in their palm and threw it directly at Pat’s face.

The goo splattered and clung tightly onto Pat’s face, spreading wildly the more Pat tried to claw the goo off his face. As he struggled, the alien only watched in amusement as the goo clung onto Pat’s crotch and began to spread. From head to toe, goo sprawled across Pat’s body, enveloping his arms and legs and thickening into nubs. Pat felt himself losing control of his fingers and toes until the gooey nubs that had replaced his paws swiftly formed into gooey dragon claws. He wouldn’t even notice that his head was transformed as well, giving him the appearance of the same four-eyed alien dragon that transformed him.

“What have you done to me!”

Still with the will to fight, Pat clawed at his new gooey head, only shedding goo in the process. His head body was still intact inside, seemingly covered with goo at the surface level, but that would change if the leopard were not to follow the commands of the dragon.

“Earthling, you shall be my partner. Once we have grown, we will lure more of your kind to me for reproduction.”

“Wh- What! Where is that voice coming from! Where… Oh… Yes… I… I will be a drone… For reproduction…”

While Pat was still struggling, the dragon seemed to talk to him directly into his mind, ordering him to become a drone. The alien dragon’s four eyes then began to reverberate with color, causing Pat’s eyes to glow while a surge of obedient thoughts flooded his mind along with tendrils entering his mouth, nose, and ears, pouring goo and connecting his senses to the goo that enveloped him. Pat’s resistant thoughts immediately subsided, being replaced with obedience and arousal to become the alien’s partner, goo-covered and transformed cock erecting as he shambled towards his new master. The alien was thoroughly pleased with Pat’s obedience as they saw the leopard obediently approaching them. However, Pat suddenly snapped out of the order, his eyes returning to a green color to show he was in control.

“Wa- Wait! No! You can’t make me!”

The moment Pat regained control, he found himself face-to-face with the alien dragon’s 3-foot root, stumbling once again from surprise. When the alien noticed that their mate had broken out of control, they made a stronger order to surge to Pat’s mind. To make sure Pat would fall under their complete control, the alien stimulated every part of Pat’s body. The cock in his ass throbbed and thrust, the goo that enveloped Pat’s cock stroked and sucked while the goo that enveloped him grew tongues and bristles to lick his entire body.

Instant orgasm followed, and when Pat came, he ejaculated fluorescent essence instead of the normally white seed that male beasts had. Pat’s eyes were now pink with obedience, tail swaying suggestively as they excitedly approached their master once more. Now that Pat was under complete control, the alien was thoroughly happy with the leopard, kneeling and using their large claws to jerk off the excited slave. In just mere seconds, Pat orgasmed once more under the influence of the mind control and the goo that was being fed to him by the tendril in his mouth, making him constantly produce semen for ejaculation.

After jerking off their obedient slave, the alien would then drip a bit of glue before smearing it on Pat’s crotch. The goo then condensed and seemingly absorbed Pat’s cock and eggs, leaving behind a bulge with a pink lock. It was none other than a chastity modification, preventing Pat from cumming further, maximizing pleasure, and further brainwashing. And to test the chastity modification out, the alien picked up Pat, aiming their root at the leopard’s backside and thrusting strongly. A big dent immediately formed in Pat’s abdomen, shrinking and growing rapidly as the alien went in and out.

Such a strange interaction would have normally been impossible, but the goo that Pat had swallowed modified his body in more ways than one, completely turning his body into goo and giving him an elastic rectum. The leopard thief known as Pat was lost and turned into a goo dragon whose purpose now was to become a cum dump for the alien dragon that transformed him. And his ass was doing quite a great job at it, as when the alien finally climaxed, his rectum withstood the hastening thrusts from the rush of pleasure.

“Good earthling~ ❤️ Now, to be one…”

After filling Pat’s ass with so much cum that a small puddle had formed between their legs, the alien raised Pat for a kiss. Pat’s mouth was quickly met with a thick tongue, parting his gooey lips wide open as he was fed glue. With his modified body, the goo that Pat was fed immediately enlarged his stomach, akin to that of pregnancy. After filling Pat with goo, the alien flipped the clueless servant around to lean against their back before sticking their thumb in the chastity bulge to form a female hole.

“M- master, are we going to reproduce…”

“Not yet. We haven’t reached our full potential.”

Pat could only wonder with his confused mind as to what his new female slit and pregnant belly filled with goo was for. He wouldn’t have to wait for long, though, as once his slit was formed, the alien’s root immediately penetrated inside. A loud moan coupled with fluorescent drool would be Pat’s reaction to the insertion, and as the huge cock penetrated his grown womb, Pat slowly melted into the body of the alien, being bound by tentacles and having one enter his mouth for goo feeding once again.

The purpose of inserting their huge cock into Pat’s womb was to use the goo that had settled inside the leopard's body to grow their cock. And as Pat’s belly shrunk as the goo was absorbed by the cock that penetrated him, the alien’s root had increased in length and girth, easily giant a few extra inches. After the growing and merging process, Pat was now forever bound to the chest of the alien, only becoming a small head on their torso while the alien stroked their new cock in satisfaction.

“Perfect symbiosis… Now, to find more earthlings…”

Pat and the alien dragon were now one merged being that shared consciousness. The thief was forever fated to be a bystander as a merged slave onto their master’s body, feeling the same pleasure and lewd thoughts as them. After merging, the alien left the glass cell and sent out their robot tentacles to find more beasts to fuck, this time for reproduction through corruption with goo. While the tentacles were away, the alien went to another part of the room that showed the snowy outside and revealed that they were unsurprisingly inside a spaceship all along.

They’d pass by a long corridor, eventually arriving in a sort of holding cell filled with more but smaller glass cells. Inside of them were many naked beasts with tentacles inside their asses, paralyzed with pleasure as the butt plug of the robot tentacles vibrated to keep them still. And so, with its newly grown body, the alien dragon proceeded to pick out a new slave to fuck, easily selecting one, filling one with goo, and transforming them into a similar goo dragon who would then be fitted with similar looking armor as the one Pat had seen before.

A few hours passed, and the alien had now transformed ten of the beasts they had kept, all the while praising Pat’s barely conscious self for being a vessel for their growth. All the drones were deprived of the ability to cum, all the while the robot tentacles still clung to their ass. These drones would get to work on running the ship, watching the cameras of the three large monitors until another beast would eventually be caught by the robot spider which the alien dragon quickly headed towards, excited to have a new prey to corrupt and transform. And so Pat could only sink into eternal bliss and watch as the alien dragon prepared for world domination, body absorbed and numb from pleasure and unable to cum unless their master would.

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