A Slave to the Prime
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Sanmer (May 2023)
18+
Featuring characters from Swat Kats

Chance was still trying to process what he was seeing. His entire world and everything he knew had been obliterated in an instant. 
What sounded like Jake dealing with some morning wood in his bed turned out to be something far worse. The chemical scent and the thick slurping noises should have been a giveaway…
But it was too late to run or reposition, now that he’d been seen.
Jake - or whatever was piloting him - was bouncing on a dildo that he seemed to have willed into existence out of shimmering, solidifying slime.

“Looks cool, doesn’t it?” the creature puppeting Jake snarled, a long tongue snaking out to play with its sharp claws. Jake’s whole body was covered in a dark, latex sheen, his eyes a starkly pale white. His body seemed to ripple and grow as he bounced, constantly in a state of solidifying and melting.
 “Jake’s having fun being inside me. Do you want to be inside me too? I can make another me, just for you…”
Chance’s eyes were drawn to the dick, just in time to see it throb, and tense, and…

When the second skin unleashed its first load, Chance just barely dove out of the way. The corruptive seed stuck to the wall, thick and viscous, and it slithered down slowly.
“Jake, what’re you doing?!” 
“Jake’s asleep right now,” the hulking, tarry creature said, licking its prehensile tongue along its long lips. “Don’t worry about him. He’s really comfortable… maybe you’d like to see for yourself.”
Chance tried to hide his terror. Not that it did him much good. With a sudden, lightning-fast lunge, the alien symbiote was upon him.

Jake was loving the show. Even though he was viewing it through a sleepy haze, like he was dozing off to sleep watching some late night tv. He didn’t want to miss this, though. It was a shame Chance was resisting so hard… but kind of exciting.
The second skin lunged at Chance with a thick, slimy paw; Chance veered to the left, but the leavings on the wall behind him leapt out to catch him from behind. The goo-paw impacted with him before he had the time to process.
Jake could feel his own paw, buried deep underneath. The second skin gave him a reassuring squeeze, like a lover’s hand, as his palm impacted with his former partner's face. He could feel the contours of Chance’s broad, handsome face. His mouth clenched shut to avoid choking on the ooze. Not that it mattered much. It was such a strange feeling gesture. But the warmth of Chance’s face, the tickling breath against the second skin’s paw… it was nice. Especially when it pushed in deeper and the second skin poured into Chance’s nose and mouth. It sort of bubbled against his paw as he tried to breathe, but just took in more of the corruptive goo.
This was a far faster, more invasive process than Jake’s introduction to their new friend. But it was fine. It needed to be done that way.

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