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.

Besides, the struggles were ceasing quite fast as the symbiote’s essence slithered down the big cat’s throat and continued its mutagenic caress. His throat was opening up, relaxing to allow that deluge to pour, trickle, and fill.
Chance’s clothing was melting away, and the dark shiny corruptive began to erupt from his follicles. His transformation came from the outside in, this time, rather than inside out. From his muffled, bubbling moans, and his black-oozing cock pressing erect against the original symbiotes body, it was obviously a pleasant experience for him.
“Having fun? You can’t hide it. You shouldn’t. Just give in. Let me in.”
Jake could feel some agency returning to him. Some of the second skin’s essence, his control, was pouring into Chance, taking up residence. It was allowing Jake more conscious thought, a slight bit of control of his fingers and toes.
Not that he had any plans to fight back or free Chance. Not when he had the chance to experience the heady pleasure of transcending his feline flesh. He didn’t want to deprive him. Not when they could share it. 
That’s what the second skin told him.
The second skin was still there, offering whisper-quiet suggestions rather than full-volume commands. Jake was glad to still have the presence.
The thick paw over Chance’s face was starting to thin out, as it finished pouring into him.
He smiled a smile full of sharp teeth, his eyes a milky white.
His long tongue licked at the air like a snake’s scenting tongue as he gazed into Jake’s eyes - into the symbiote’s. Nothing less than total, subservient love was in those eyes.

“There we go,” Jake growled. “How’re you feeling, buddy?”
“Never better…” Chance growled and slavered like a loyal guard dog.
“Good. now c’mere. Give your Prime a big kiss.”
They attacked each other like two wrestlers. Their tongues helixing together.
Jake melted into the kiss just as much as Chance was. He wanted to melt together with him, make one body together. Their thick erect cocks were already touching, snail-trails of corruptive precum connecting them at the heads. They were going to fuck like wild animals. 
Just at that moment, a familiar siren snapped them out of it. 
“Ugh… really?!” Chance groaned with frustration, his voice warbling with the sound of the symbiote’s voice. 
“Perfect timing.” Jake smiled. The second skin - the Prime - told him not to worry.
“Let’s make this quick. I wanna get down to serving you.”

Every station, audio or visual, was broadcasting the same message from a sneering, reptilian madcat.
“MegaKat City will soon be a swampy sea of scales… of course, the SWAT Kats are more than welcome to try and stop me.”
It seemed Dr. Viper, the half-kat, half-reptile megalomaniac, had cooked up another scheme to cause some mutations of his own.
Jake and Chance both felt a gurgling of jealous anger inside them, from their shared pilot.
So he’s a fan of changing bodies too…? Better to get rid of this rival now than later, don’t you think?
“Couldn’t agree more,” Jake said. “Come on, pet. We’re gonna go play.”
“Hell yeah. Sounds great, Prime.”

They hid their shining black new forms behind their flight-suits and masks, not wanting to reveal their new splendour until the time was right, and enough had been converted.
The old brickwork building - a cannery, long disused - was a weird choice for Dr. Viper to make a forward base out of his usual haunt in the swampland. It was obviously a trap… But the good doctor didn’t know what he was really getting into.
He probably expected the pair to try to sneak in, coming up through a sewer entrance. Not to bust their way in through the corroded old front door.

Razor and T-Bone grinned in perfect unison when they saw the expression of shock, then confusion, then fear spread through the hybrid villain’s pupil-less yellow eyes.
“What… what has happened to you? What is this?!”
“There’s a new mutator in town,” Razor said with a smile.
“Jealous?” T-Bone sneered, flexing his shining body.  “Don’t worry, the Prime’s about to give you the same gift.”
Dr. Viper looked terrified, just for a moment, before he pushed it down and pointed at the pair.
“Get them!”

The ambush of plantimals struck at that moment. A few sunk their lamprey teeth into Razor’s shoulder, T-Bone’s side, anywhere they could get purchase. Neither kat moved, they simply let them strike. They sizzled and shrivelled to nothingness almost instantly, evaporating like ice in a frying pan.

Dr. Viper was pretty spry. But not spry enough. The Prime symbiote aimed for the crotch - why not get a head start on introducing him to the pleasure of submission?
When that blast of liquid corruption caught him and stuck him to the floor, the subordinate struck too; the two smothered and buried him in a thick mound of the latex-like substance. His tail thrashed and he tried to pull himself free. But the sentient, thick stuff pushed into him and held him still. 
T-Bone’s hand was still outstretched, pumping spurt after spurt of the second-skin’s essence all over him.
“Fade,” the former kats said, perfectly synced, the bigger, submissive symbiote acting to amplify his master’s voice. “Fall. Give in. Submit to Me.”
“Ssss…s-suh…”
The doctor’s face poked out through the smothering slime - mostly because the Prime allowed him to. It wanted to watch him fall, like it had for the first thrall. 
It savoured the fear as the slime encroached over his face again.

“W-wait… no…” he pleaded, only barely able to shake his head from side to side in protest. There wasn’t anything to be done. He was weighed down, unable to look away from the Prime’s face. It smiled down at him, its long tongue slithering from its maw and dragging it slowly along his face. Savouring the last vestiges of his terror before it - like everything else - was submerged in its essence. The green scaled face disappeared under the dark shining sea, until the only thing visible were the wide, plaintive yellow eyes.
“Just let it happen,” the symbiote cooed. “Give in. Float. Fade. Fall. It’ll all be fine once you allow yourself to submit…”
To accentuate that point, the Prime squeezed between the Doctor’s legs. Sure enough, his cock was already out of his slit, throbbing and pulsing, his hips unconsciously bucking. 
“See? You’re already almost there. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you. Pushing into your mind. Dissolving every ounce of free will you ever had. Those ambitions of yours, all those plans… they’re starting to feel so meaningless, aren’t they? Not when you’ve got a much clearer, more simple purpose waiting for you. The only obstacle left… is you.”

The Prime knew exactly how its soon-to-be thrall felt, of course. It was experiencing that delicious cocktail of feelings as its essence overflowed inside the former doctor. 
The squirming stilled, the arms, legs and tail stiffening as though Dr. Viper was going into rigor mortis. His mind and insides coated entirely in the Prime’s non-newtonian caress. 
The Prime waited, allowing his tongue to unroll and slither into the new thrall’s open mouth. Thick, warm and dextrous, it wormed its way deep into Dr. Viper’s throat. The throat barely clenched against it. Dr. Viper accepted it willingly, without resistance. 
“Now that that’s done…” the Prime said. “Let’s see how we can mould you into something closer to my other underling.”

The Prime beckoned T-Bone over, the hulking cat remaining at the ready with an equally lustful toothy grin on his face. It pulled its tongue free from the Doctor’s mouth, and he gasped a shuddering, gurgling breath.
The Prime wouldn’t be giving him much time to recover.
“There’s a few more holes to fill, for one thing. What do you think, Chance? Will we break him in together?”
“Oh, I’d love to, Prime.” T-Bone rolled his head from side to side with a wet cracking sound, his veiny latex-like cock already throbbing at the prospect of being buried somewhere tight.
“I’ll take the face. I’m getting a taste for it.” the Prime grasped either side of the Doctor’s goo-clad face, parting his long snout. “You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Doctor?”
“Y-yes…” he gasped, his yellow eyes turning a milky white to match the Prime symbiote and his thrall. 

There was no need for more words. T-Bone grasped the Doctor’s legs, peeling them off the gluey-wet floor, and guided his massive tool. It only took a couple of prods for it to push inside, and as it did, the Prime pushed Razor’s in as well. The Doctor’s warbling moans were curiously submissive. 
Perhaps the Swat Kats would have found a reason to gloat or quip. The Prime didn’t care for that. All this simulating the speech patterns and thought processes of these creatures was exhausting. Now it only wanted its reward, to seal its control, plant the roots deep in the minds of the two new thralls.

The Prime deserved to feel this pleasure, after all its biding its time had paid off. The majority of its consciousness was still in the first one’s body, feeling that warmth and wetness wrapping around a thick, throbbing tool. But the Prime could also feel its taste and pulse in its own maw. It could feel Chance’s cock push into the doctor’s rump, and it could feel the ass dilating and welcoming it in. Enjoying all three sets of unbearably delicious pleasure at once, sharing them between the three vessels in a sort of mind-meld. Jake got most of it, of course. The Prime’s first and only deserved that much. It was connected to him in a way the others could not, and never would be. 
That connection would remain, even as the Prime’s influence grew. Even if it took the whole city.. None of them would be like the original.

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