This story can be blamed on a little roleplay with a Ryzentyl
on Taps (*wavies*). A very nice reptilian creature with strange kinks...
I like him :)
Scavengers By Wolphin The two Ryzentyls entered the room warily, even though the place had been abandoned for years, strange alien machinery still hummed, hidden throughout the planet. It was one such place the pair were investigating now. Their probe had discovered an energy signature way above normal, so the two of them had come down for a closer look. Although the dominant life form no longer inhabited the planet, that was no guarantee that there was no threat. Experience had taught the two salvagers there was no point in taking risks. "What is this place?" hissed Dyne to Kyro as the full scale of the massive chamber became apparent. "Not sure," shot back the second one. "I'd guess an abandoned factory of some kind. Looks like its been stripped though." He pointed with a clawed hand at a large doorway off to one side. "Scanner says the signature is greatest through there." The two lizard folk padded over, their talons tapping against the hard floor, echoing eerily in the empty chamber. The room they entered was much smaller, but still huge. Strange robotic arms hung from the ceiling, all directed towards a raised dais in the centre. "What's that?" asked Dyne, looking over at the other who was tapping at his scanner. "Bah, this thing is useless," grunted Kyro in disgust, tossing the device off to one side. "Lets see what we can discover the old fashioned way." The two of them split up, each stalking through the machinery looking for clues or anything of salvageable value. It did not take long for their hopes to be dashed. The machinery all seemed to be in working order, but all to large or too well attached to be easily taken with them. Kyro was standing on the dais, trying to figure out if there was anything within it when it happened. One of the arms at the ceiling lowered a little, as if lining up on him and fired a faint green beam. "Lookout!" shouted Dyne, noticing the movement. Kyro dived forward instinctively, the beam grazing his tail. He rolled once and ducked behind a panel of some sort. Dyne had also taken cover and the two of them peered out. The arm in the ceiling moved around, as if searching for them, but never leaving the area of the dais. "Lets get out of here," cursed Kyro, his tail throbbing a little. "Already ahead of you on that one," shouted back Dyne, scurrying for the exit. The pair met back up in the massive chamber. "I'm not hanging around down here," said Kyro. "Me neither," agreed Dyne and the pair made for the entrance to the underground complex. They emerged into the fading light, looking around at the stunted scrubland and checking for any signs of pursuit. Aside from the constant howl of the wind, the place was silent. They kept moving and headed back to their shuttle, they had parked it in a sheltered spot a safe distance from the entrance. "It hurts," moaned Kyro, rubbing at his tail. "Don't be a baby," admonished Dyne. "There's no blood, it can't be that bad." Kyro wasn't appeased by the argument and continued to groan all the way back to their ship. When they reached the shuttle, the decided to put off an immediate departure when the weather scan showed extreme winds just beyond the hills they were sheltering behind. They decided to set up camp instead, Dyne breaking out the two tends while Kyro tended to his tail. "Look!" he exclaimed. "It did something, you can see the markings." Dyne padded over and peered down, nodding in agreement as he could just make out some faint markings over Kyro's normally bland splotches. Kyro continue to complain about it feeling numb all through dinner and Dyne was quite happy to put the lizard to bed in one tent before crawling into the other. He was woken in the morning by a loud scream. "Dyne!" screamed Kyro. "Something's wrong... help me!" There was an edge of panic in Kyro's voice and Dyne shot out of the tent and gave a gasp of surprise. Kyro was still in his tent. Well, in a manner of speaking. The tent was around Kyro, but the lizard was poking out of it. Kyro was huge. Not just huge, massive, way larger than normal, three possibly four times normal size and still growing. As Dyne watched, the tent material started to rip, falling off of Dyne's mottled hide. That was when Dyne received his second shock. Not only was Kyro huge, he had changed. He was leaning way forward on his feet, his tail bulked up and held rigidly behind him. His head seemed flatter, more angular somehow, in fact, his entire body was strangely angular. "What's happening to me?" asked Kyro, his voice trembling a little as he looked at Dyne, cocking his head curiously. "Why are you so small?" "Ummm, I'm not small," ventured Dyne. "And I have no idea. How do you feel?" "Strange," said Kyro, his body continuing to grow even as Dyne watched. "I can't feel things and things don't seem to be working." Dyne nodded, walking around the reptile. He reached the end of Kyro's tail and looked at it. It seemed flat, then a small lump started to grow on the top side, emerging up over six inches tall in a matter of seconds. He reached out and prodded it. It was warm and hard with a small amount of give. He pushed harder and all of Kyro's tail moved to one side. "Weird..." he muttered, working his way back to Kyro's front, taking note of large yellow symbols that had developed towards the base of the lizard's tail. He decided not to mention them, he did not know their meaning, but they looked decidedly alien. "How bad?" asked Kyro, his voice seemingly distant as his head began to stretch into his torso. "Bad," admitted Dyne. "Still feel strange?" "Very," muttered the mutating lizard. "Hard to talk... jaw stiff... Feel like back breaking..." Dyne looked up, the lizard's back now a good ten foot off the ground and it seemed to be developing a lump. It started pulsing, a scream bursting from Kyro's mouth as something black ripped out along his spine. Dyne blinked, the sensations too much, his mind not able to handle any more and everything seemed to fade to black. He was not sure how long he was out for, possibly minutes, possibly hours. His eyes flicking open, thoughts immediately turning to his friend. He looked up and gave a yelp of surprise, crawling backwards through the sand. There was some sort of craft before him. Big, sleek, a camouflaged green with yellow markings. It looked very military. It did not move as he stood up slowly. "Kyro?" he asked, peering at it. There was no response. It certainly did not look like Kyro, but the last time he had seen his friend something had been bursting from his back and this craft had two helicopter like blades overhead, not to mention what I thought were thrust boosters on either side. There was something vaguely familiar about it, the colouring perhaps. It was standing on a strange arrangement of two legs. He reached out tentatively and pushed it, the craft rocking a little, but steadying itself with a hydraulic sounding hiss. The legs were connected to two large four toed feed, both armour covered, but bearing an uncanny resemblance to his own. It had no arms as such, but there were two wings with a range of brackets and clamps for attaching things. The tail was long and streamlined, a large fin reaching into the sky. When he had worked completely back around to the front he tried to peer inside. It appeared to have a cockpit. Angular sheets of a translucent material positioned in such a way that you could almost make it into a face. Off to one side was a small recess, he inserted his fingers and pulled. There was a click, a hiss and the side panel slid out slowly. He peered into the interior and gave a gasp of surprised. It was defiantly a cockpit, but there were no distinct controls. There was a place to sit, bumps and dips that looked as if they could be switches or levers, but nothing solid. It looked as if it had all been sprayed with some strange sort of goo, obscuring detail. He ran a hand over the substance which was warm to the touch and would have sworn the craft seemed to vibrate slightly. He knew it was wrong, but he found himself climbing up and easing himself into the dimple that formed the chair. It was a little uncomfortable, but was not too bad. He looked around, hands reaching out to caress the pseudo controls, his head lifting as he wriggled into a more comfortable position. He felt a slight sting as his neck hit the back of the chair. He gave a short yelp and tried to jump out, but the chair had seemed to have closed in around him. He could feel something pushing into the back of his head, tendrils starting to worm over his brain, unfamiliar sensations starting to rush into his system. He screamed, fighting them as the cockpit began to meld itself around him. Strange feelings of pleasure started to creep in amongst his fear, increasing as his hands gripped at the controls. Despite his predicament his shaft began to slip from his sheath, the chair eagerly adjusting itself so a thick tendril curled up to cradle it, massaging it for him. Images of pilots and their craft began to flip through his mind, growing increasingly erotic as he found himself stroking the control column. The cockpit loosing its vagueness, becoming clear and functional to him. A helmet began to form around his head, moulding itself to his features, the data jack to his brain beginning to relay information about his partner, the craft. Dyne gave a little whimper as the craft entered his head, call sign designation KYRO1, a living, thinking biomachine. It had decided on Dyne as its pilot and was currently bonding, the procedure almost complete. Dyne's conscious mind watch in helpless fascination as KYRO1's programming pushed Dyne to one side, Pilot taking its place. It was with relief that Dyne surrendered, the lizard's former body spasming as he climaxed, the craft eagerly sucking away his seed with its tendril, Pilot being rewarded with waves of pleasure from his beloved craft. Pilot sent a mental command, listening as KYRO1's engines began to turn, carefully easing them to full speed before lifting off. Expertly he spun the craft in the strong winds and together they took off on their maiden flight. As Pilot put the craft through its paces, KYRO1 rewarded him with snippets of pleasure and controlling commands. Although he was Pilot, KYRO1 was the dominant partner. Pilot would obey and serve his craft continuously, he would be rewarded for being near with powerful urges and was unable to function on his own for any length of time. As they settled back to earth, Pilot reluctantly shut the engines down, KYRO1 releasing him for the first time. Pilot climbed out of the chair when he was released, stepping outside. He fetched some rags from their old shuttle and began to wipe his craft down. The small device at the back of his neck, relaying the craft's feelings of muted pleasure to him. He worked slowly at cleaning KYRO1, paying particular attention to the identifier and the insignia of a long forgotten army on the tail. Gradually he worked his way under the craft, ending up lying on his back as he tapped at a panel which slid back. The fuel docking station lay above him and he stroked at it gently, receiving the soft feedback pleasure direct to his brain. With the armoured plates removed, KYRO1's biobody could be seen and was beginning to react, his fuel dock slowly slipping out as Pilot caressed it. Gradually the tube emerged, the inner biological length shivering as Pilot's claws stroked slowly along it, its tip beginning to ooze a dark liquid. Something told Pilot it was safe and he brought his head up, lapping at it with his tongue. This caused KYRO1 to shiver on his stands, a spurt of the liquid dribbling into Pilot's mouth. He savoured it, the taste strange at first, then becoming more familiar and finally delicious the longer it was in his mouth. Pilot wrapped his mouth around the phallic tip, stroking his body against the craft as he stroked it. Above him KYRO1 shook, his hydraulics vibrating as he suddenly vented his surplus biofuel into the willing Pilot. Pilot chuured softly, swallowing all his craft had to offer until he could take no more, the surplus oozing over his prostate body as waves of pleasure pumped into his mind, bonding him to the craft. Pilot recovered by licking KYRO1's docking station, ensuring it was completely clean as it slipped back inside. He then slid himself out from under his craft and climbed back inside. Giving a little moan of pleasure as he was reconnected with KYRO1, the seat curling around him in a seductive embrace, caressing his most intimate areas as the harness locked into place. His helmet reforming around his head and his brain plugging in. KYRO1 had already mapped out the surrounding terrain. A flight path was already entered, it took them via the armoury for weapons and then into the beyond. The future not mattering as long as they were together.