Checking a couple of last-minute things, Dustin finally finished the last upgrade. It honestly wasn't that hard. He had done a lot harder.
Glancing at Olivia, he considered his future with her. She was starting to warm up to him, he thought, and he knew he was turned on by her, whether in human form or not. He still dreamed of having kids, even if she didn't. Could he convince her to suffer through having a dozen or so? Glancing at the rise and fall of her chest, he wanted to crush his face between her melons again. Even as a lizard chick, she was very big.
He could feel himself growing, and realized her arm, that had been resting on his leg for him to work on her PED, placed her hand remarkably close to the scale plate that covered his twig and berries. Licking his lips, he released a small stream of pheromones into the air. He wasn't beneath using a little persuasion.
As she started to squirm, he shifted just a little, letting her fingers glide over his bulge. Swallowing, he reached over and tweaked one of her mounds. There wasn't a nipple, but it had the same effect.
She gasped, sucking in a lot of air, and sat up. He leaned back, looking at her, as she turned on him. Her scales had started turning blue again, and he was starting to think that was her sign. She looked around the room for a moment, checking her PED, then settled her gaze back on him. He grinned at her.
She leaned back, not fully awake, and he allowed his gaze to roam over her body. He was making no attempt to hide the massive hard-on that was peeking out at her. He saw her glance at it, then quickly away. She was shy?!
Growling deep, he started crawling towards her, and she finally laughed.
He paused in confusion. Was he not being obvious enough? What was so funny? Then she tackled him.
"I'm still not convince enough to have kids with you, but I'm not opposed to having a little fun."
He looked up at her and kissed her. It was surprisingly difficult with sharp teeth and scaled lips.
Grinding her hips into his, he grabbed her butt. The scale plate slipped out of place, and he found himself deep inside. Groaning in delight, he flipped her over and started pounding. No more playing for her. He had been wanting to fuck her every since she fell out of that damn pod.
She started moaning, so he pounded harder. Just before he shot, there was a click behind him, and with a curse, he grabbed her and rolled.
The Josagn that was trying to crawl through the tunnel had horrible timing. He snarled as he came, swiping a claw at the entrance that they were now lying next to, and spewing cum all over her.
Breathing hard, he felt the plate slide back into place, and turned. It was going to die!
Dustin didn't care if that thing had a laser gun or not. If there had been a dozen of them, he would have slaughtered them all. The bird-brained hunter went to squawk in surprise when he shoved his face into its, and bit down. Blood spewed everywhere, as he felt his teeth sinking deeper, fluid suddenly erupted from an eye, and the spasms that signaled death took over.
He went to crawl further, ready to kill anything else, but felt a hand on his thigh, and froze. He had made a mess and she wanted a redo. Turning the corpse sideways in the hole, to block the sound a bit more, he slid back to watch what she was doing that felt so good.
Dustin was no stranger to sex, in fact he'd had many partners in his life, but somehow, she was doing things he hadn't felt before.
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"We can use the genetic material from the Josagn you killed, to become one, assuming it works."
They were laying, exhausted, after multiple redoes. He was feeling better then he had in a while.
"Only one way to find out," he jerked the body closer, and bit off the tip of a finger. Then he shoved it into his PED port.
(GENETIC MATERIAL ACQUIRED. ANALYZING.)
(ERROR. NO POSSIBLE EVOLUTION OPTIONS.)
"Well, crap," she said, laying back when he shook his head.
"Why can't it be read?" he asked his PED in his head.
(GENETIC SAMPLE NOT COMPATIBLE WITH HOST. BASE SEQUENCING TOO COMPLEX TO ALLOW EVOLUTION WITH HOST.)
"Wait, what?"
(HOST BASE SEQUENCING HAS FOUR BASE PAIRS. GENETIC SAMPLE HAS A DIFFERENT SET OF BASE PAIRS THAT ARE NOT COMPATIBLE WITH HOST SURVIVABILITY.)
"Can you explain that in a way that I can understand?" he asked, rubbing his head in annoyance.
(HOST AS FOUR BASE PAIRS. SAMPLE HAS FOUR BASE PAIRS BUT TWO ARE DIFFERENT. IF EVOLUTION IS ATTEMPTED, HOST WILL DIE.)
"What if I don't want to just evolve, but completely become the same thing as what the sample came from."
(COMPUTING.)
Dustin waited patiently, running his hand along Olivia's thigh to distract himself. She glanced at him, raising her brow at him.
Chuckling he moved his hand closer to her crotch, and she grinned at him.
(UNABLE TO COMPUTE ODDS OF HOST SURVIVAL DURING ATTEMPT.)
Sighing, he threw himself back onto the dirt and rock.
"What's wrong?" she asked, climbing onto his chest and resting her chin on her arms.
"They have a different base pair then we do, so if we try to evolve into them, it would kill us."
"That makes sense. If they were genetically different from every other creature, then the evolution devices wouldn't work, and it would keep their line pure. I told you they were purists."
"You know what that means?" he said, sitting up. She sat up as well, sliding into his lap and looked up at him.
"We are going to have to do this the hard way."
"Alright," she almost purred, wiggling in his lap.
He found he was up to the challenge.