When I’m in to the hilt, I ride her slow and easy for a while. Every time I press all the way in, her lips form an ‘o’ as she sucks in a satisfied breath.
An urge gathers inside me, so strong it reminds me of the need to shift I used to have on my home planet. I have the urgent desire to mount her from behind, like my stallion animal form used to dream about. I don’t feel my animals inside me, though. Whatever happened on Rhoid killed them. They’ve been dead for years.
My final shift must have been in the mines as I shifted to Slag’s form. The thick skin and chartreuse eyes that saw better in the dark were the best form of protection my body could provide. Then I couldn’t shift again.
I pull out of KJ’s welcome warmth, regretting my actions when she makes a little noise of displeasure.
“I want you from behind, KJ,” I say, my voice deep and low as I move her onto all-fours. I never did this in the cave, fearing I’d hurt her knees. But I want her this way now.
She doesn’t seem to care what position we’re in. She only wants me sheathed inside her, if her wiggling ass is any indication as she backs toward me, her arm reaching behind as if that will hurry the process along.
I enter her channel in one slick slide and delight in her pleasured moan. I rock into her, slow at first, feeling her inner muscles grip me as hard as my fist.
“Good,” I say.
Then the urge to bite her comes barreling up on me like a swift summer storm. My eyesight changes and everything is muted as it is in my stallion form. Until a moment ago I didn’t feel my stallion close, but suddenly I wonder if he’s really as dead as I thought.
I bite her shoulder, just as I’ve seen mating stallions do on my planet since I was a youngling.
“A’Zul!”
By her tone, I’m not sure if what I’m doing is good or bad.
My teeth biting softly into her flesh makes my cock harder than it’s ever been. I hadn’t meant for it to be this way, not today, but I’m pounding into her. Then I see it, my hands on her shoulders aren’t hands anymore, they’re hooves.
My body is definitely shifting into stallion form. I want to tell her to run, to get out from under me. I’ll crush her like this or at the least hurt her with my hooves or teeth. I can’t talk, though. I’ve almost shifted completely.
KJ
I’m having another hallucination. At first, I thought I’d just gut through it, at least until A’zul finds his release, but this hallucination is complete with not only visual changes, but auditory and tactile as well. I’m in pain. It feels as if A’Zul weighs five-hundred pounds.
Somehow I untangle from him, all the while chanting, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Something’s wrong with me.”
After I’ve scrambled off the bed, I look over, and there on the bed is the biggest palomino horse I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve gone crazy,” I say as I try to comm Seneca. I can’t seem to make my fingers work, though.
“A’Zul, call the doc.” I’m unable to tear my eyes off the animal on the bed. The horse turns to me, its eyes rounded in its head as if it’s terrified. “Tell me about it,” I say under my breath, convinced I’ve gone insane.
The horse is now morphing into something different. Wings sprout from its withers, but it’s not turning into Pegasus, the flying horse. It’s turning into a dragon. It’s all iridescent scales and a growing pointed tail, and its face is fearsome. The wings are expanding larger and bumping against the metal walls.
If I wasn’t so certain this was a hallucination, I’d be afraid those pointy bones on the edges of his gigantic wingspan would cut through the exterior wall of this ship like a can opener.
It strikes me like a bolt of lightning that this might really be happening.
Getting my shit together, I call the medic and pray he gets here before the writhing dragon on my bed scrapes the wall with something sharp and we both get sucked out into the cold, dark depths of space.
Seneca runs in and stops abruptly, his eyes wide in his colorful face.
“Stun guns to Slag’s cabin now. NOW!” he orders into his wrist-comm, then repeats it.
I guess I’m not having a psychotic break after all.
It’s only when I hear footsteps pounding down the hall that I realize I’m stark naked. I find my discarded t-shirt on the floor and yank it on a second before Sextus and Devolose thunder in. They both shoot first and ask questions later. Within seconds, the dragon is lying in a crumpled heap on the bed.
“Did you kill him?” my terrified voice is barely a whisper.
“Stunned,” big, blue Sextus says. “What the drack is going on?”
We all watch as the dragon shrinks. On its way to becoming A’Zul, for one shimmering moment, I see the golden male I envisioned earlier today. The beautiful male who reminds me of an ancient God who walked the Earth.
Now it’s A’Zul lying on his side, his eyelids fluttering as he pants for breath.
Thantose swaggers in, takes one look at the scene, gets report, and orders. “Get him to the brig. We need to figure out what’s going on before he kills us all.”
Chapter Six
A’Zul
I awaken lying on a bed in a cell, immediately aware KJ is on the other side of the bars. She’s sitting on a hard chair, and her stare is equally hard—not angry, though, terrified.
“A’zul, something’s wrong.”
I tip my
