Ebon Empire

Sal grumbled to himself, or he would have, if there was any air with which to do so. The Ebon Empire was really putting its money where its mouth was philosophically these days. Sal remembered the latest speech, announcing their new motto. "Flesh is strong, steel is weak." Sal agreed, of course, but the cynical part of him wondered if it wasn't just an excuse to cut even more corners with the space program.

He was part of the 'one man, one planet' program, his heavily modded body superficially resembled the jet black corvid that his people had evolved from, but he had separate arms in addition to his wings, an anthropomorphic bodyplan, and his internals didn't resemble ANYTHING in nature. Sal didn't breathe, he didn't feel pain, and he didn't get tired.

Which in this specific case meant that the emperor had an excuse to leave out the expensive oxygen in his pod, make it cramped enough that Sal had to double over even at his smallest size, and there would be no keeping him under while he made it to his destination.

Sal used the opportunity to get some studying done, getting a degree in economics and rocket science over the course of the first two years of the trip (he'd design his own damn pod next time) before spending the last year properly familiarizing himself with his destination.

It was a marshy planet, inhabited by virtually indestructible semi-amorphous natives. They were fully sentient but hadn't yet hit the spacefaring stage, and Sal was going to welcome them into the empire with open arms and a great time to show them what they could have.

It was the fun part of the mission. Sal smirked as his pod finally landed, striking like a meteor in a rare rocky outcropping in the surrounding wetlands, a massive crater rapidly liquifying and evening out to more swamp.

Learsies could hardly miss the splashdown as a sizeable meteor struck the marsh with an immense impact. His civilization was rather modern by this point. They had transportation, computers, and ample levels of technology. Their bodies being nigh-indestructible, there wasn't much point for warfare. Punches, blades, and what small fire arms they had made, did nothing against his kind. That only left chemical and biological warfare, both of which had long since gone out of fashion due to its propensity to be turned back on the user. It was no wonder, then, that Learsies simply slithered out to the marshlands upon seeing the impact. Curiosity had gotten the better of the snake and it wasn't like even getting hit by the thing directly would put him in danger. The worst he had to worry about was the meteor still being too hot.

It doesn't take long for the adventurous snake to get to the impact site and what he saw made eyes widen. The thing in the crater didn’t seem to be natural at all. Rather, it looked like a larger version of the transit pods they used to get around in the city! The serpent smiled to himself, tail wagging. He glanced quickly through his phone. No news articles about some tremendous explosion or detachment from the singual space station that had up in orbit. That meant it had to be alien life! He slithered right up to it, peering over the sinking thing. Whatever was inside it probably needed air, or at least wouldn't fare well wet! He tuged at it, finding it difficult to gain purchase on the smooth pod. Then his hand accidently brushed against something and a door, unseen until now, hisses open, sliding apart with a loud CLANK.

His tongue flickered, tasting the air, out as an INCREDIBLY good scent wafts over him. He sunk a bit lower into the mud, trying to hide his ebony shaft poking out of his slit, flushing blue. Having first contact with a boner, however unintentional, would certainly fare poorly against the intergalactic community. His yellow eyes alighted on something MASSIVE and avian inside. He blinked, definitely different to his species' biology, something looking weirdly solid

Sal emerged from his pod, taking a deep breath... and coughing slightly, long empty lungs taking a moment to accommodate to the oxygen rich, slightly toxic air. If he tried to live here for more than a few centuries he'd probably have to deal with kidney damage, but he should be done by then.

The avian stretched out, talons digging through the marshy soil as he tried to warm up. He flexxed his long arms, inflating his atrophied biceps back to a healthy 23 inches, bouncing his hefty pecs a little just to make sure everything still worked as he spread his wings wide, giving an experimental flap and rising off the ground a bit before letting himself splat back down.

His cock bounced wildly from just that small jump, swaying heavily between his legs. Of course they hadn't let him have any clothes, and now his jet black knee-slapper was greeting the planet. His pheromones hadn't had anywhere to GO in years, and were clearly making up for lost time, given that after Sal's first breath this new planet already smelled mostly like him.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he finally caught a glimpse of one of the natives, realizing one had already found his pod... and he'd just given the gelatinous blue snake a show, one he clearly enjoyed, judging by his own crotch.

Sal spoke in the snake's own language, perfectly, but with a deep voice and a bit of a gruff accent, "Hope you like what you see! I'm here to share it."

Learsies took a few seconds to recover from the onslaught of pheromones. He stared up at the corvid in awe. The bird had more muscle on him than he'd ever seen before! If he were any other kind of snake, he might've felt intimidated by what seemed to be a super soldier capable of crushing his own drop pod into a ball with little more difficulty than crushing foil. He watched the corvid rise up before landing back down, yellow eyes glued to that ginormous stallion shaming rod. It took nearly a minute for the serpent to recover, his hands unconsciously reaching out to grope at that shaft. Fortunately, a breeze happened to blow by, diffusing those over concentrated pheromones away and giving the naga just enough time to recover and avoid molesting the alien.

"Uh...hi" he blinked again, trying to fight against the urges. God he smelled so fucking good! The serpent should have been impressed by how the corvid could speak his language. He should have been asking him to share his technology. Hell, he should have been calling the local authorities to make sure that the creature wasn't some sort of bioweapon or spy. Instead, the naga only had one thing on the mind thanks to those pheromones: He was the first to meet a space faring race, why not be the first to fuck it? Hell, with a shaft like that, why not be the first to get knocked up by it? He shook his head again, the breeze was stilling.

"Pleased to fuck--er. Uh, my name's Learsies." If the naga had a heart, it'd be racing. "I think we should...uh..." His tongue flickered out again and he sucked in a breath, trying to steel himself. "Your--er--scent, is making it harder than hell for me to concentrate" he says, slithering back slightly, trying to stay upwind of the male. "I'm a gel naga and--" He bites his lip, trying to avoid saying the next thoughts in his brain, which amounted to being pinned  up against the pod. Fucking hell. This was no way to greet a newcomer, Lea! "And welcome to Vigrid 5..." he says, speech slowing down. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sal, right from the capital of the Onyx Heart, and thank you for your welcome." Sal bowed politely, a disarming gesture that just so coincidentally let him send a wave of his musk right at his target. "I have to apologize for my scent! My caste is sexually compatible with all species and I'm rather pent up. I'd offer to take a shower, but believe it or not that just makes it worse!" Technically not true, but if they attempted to call Sal's bluff he'd simply start active production.

"You can call me a Royal Corvid if you want, it's nice to meet you Lea." Sal could tell that the gel was in danger of melting, if their whole bodies were scent capable his seduction might be his strongest weapon by far, and his welcoming committee would be excellent practice~

Learsies cleared his throat, though if the male would wave his arm at the snake, he'd be able to see the gel visibly sway. He sat up enough to expose his stiff rod again, ebony member visibly throbbing. That enticing scent was starting to sink into his gooey body outright, not just overwhelming his tongue. Even upwind, that concentrated flow was enough to stagger the naga.

"Onyx Heart?" He blinks. Definitely far away. His people didn't have any planets named that, if the Royal Corvid's language was correct. A Royal Corvid? Did that mean if he got with the male he'd be royalty too? The serpent's own species was quite keen on outbreeding. Siring lineages from other species was seen as outright desireable, in fact! He triesed one last time to shake it off.

"Er, sexually compatible? I don't know what you mean by that! I--" He pauses. Pent up. There weren't a whole lot of alternative meanings for that. Those pheromones had gotten the better of him. "Don't suppose if I sired some offspring I'd get the royal treatment too?" he hissed out, before clamping a hand over his muzzle.

"I mean what it sounds like, I can breed with anything." Sal teased, reaching down and plumping his cock, massaging the medial ring until it started to get hard, the massive spire easily the size of a third leg, even unflared. It was one of his favorite modifications, it looked similar to a beast of burden's member, but that was only because of all the extras it had. Genetic analysis, canal reshapers... an ovipositor. Species didn't matter. Gender didn't matter. Once Sal was inside someone they WOULD be bearing his next generation.

"And I'm afraid not! Your kids would, though!" To Sal's mind 'the royal treatment' was billions of dollars of genetic enhancements, that said, he knew the art of the sell. "You would just be invited to the empire, welcome to join up as a citizen already in good standing, given guaranteed delicious meals and advanced alien entertainment tech. Eventually you could even visit us and be the exotic hunk on the block."

Learsies cock visibly throbed, the pheromones continuted to wash over him as the bird talked up the opportunities, visibly massaging that absolutely enormous equine rod. The serpent was flexible, that was certain. Taking it wouldn't be a problem, even as ungodly massive as it was. And hell, the corvid had just said he could breed with anything! His tongue flickered out again, he smelled so fucking good! And he was saying all the right things to seduce one of his kind. He may not BE royalty, but he'd sire them. A new experience, hell one in luxury. Meals, tech, entertainment, even being a stud! One final thought, the last normal sane one entered his head only to be swatted down, ‘Maybe it was the pheromones. Maybe it was that innate goo urge.’ His hand darted up to stroke over that massive shaft, feeling it throb. He let out a hiss, giving it a squeeze. He'd be damned if he missed out on this opportunity now! His tongue flickered out, his own cocktip pressing up against that impressively massive length.

"Let's get this monster in me, then~" he leaned in, taking in another whiff of those pheromones, letting that urge build. He flashed a toothy grin, purple venom dripping from those fangs. And if the bird refused, well, may as well see if his species' aphrodesiac venom worked on aliens as well~

"Threaten me with a good time~" Sal teased, looking at that round blue face already eager to pump him full of aphrodesiacs. It would probably be interesting to experience, but Sal didn't need any help being horny. "Well then, I guess it's time for a proper first contact." Sal reached down, rubbing a finger across the snake's slit, dragging it up and down his cock. The thing was erect and throbbing, but still felt immensely soft thanks to the alien's gooey nature.

That was good, it would make Sal's job easier.

A clawed finger dipped inside, pressing against Lea's cumslit briefly before forcing its way in. Then a second. Sal began to pull his two fingers apart, slowly widening the opening of Lea's cock, millimeter by agonizing millimeter... and he'd have to be split wide at least a hundred of them in order to actually fit the raven's massive member.

Learsies thrust his hips forward, tongue lolling out, the serpent now fully giving into that cloud of pheromones. His flexible cock easily stretched around those fingers, though it was a far, far cry from how massive that third leg of a shaft. Briefly, it flashed into his mind that the Royal Corvid there might be custom designed to fuck and possibly colonize that way. The thought made his shaft throb. Even better. A celebrity AND a primogenitor! Of course, a hunk like the bird needed to be shown the best to start with. He bucked into those digits, gooey shaft stretching wider and swallowing up those fingers to the palm.

"Not many guys I know who'd fuck another man's cock" he hissed out, eyeing up the male. He was gonna make more of THAT. "Hahn, just how potent are you though?" he continued, forked tongue running over his teeth. A hand reached out, stroking along that massive length. Was he even hard at this point? Learsies thought as he gave a testing squeeze. It was the hardest thing Lea had ever felt, the alien bird's far more solid nature making his entire body seem like solid steel... but it could definitely get harder, the snake could tell.

"Dunno," Sal grunted, "I've never found a limit." He continued to meticulously stretch Lea's cock, HIS future fuckhole, and gave the most cursory of warnings. "I always have to tone it down some not to hurt my partner. Most species, you give them more than one kid that grows to term in a week, they struggle to make the week."

Sal had the blue spire in front of him split wide, now, and slowly lined up the head of his own cock with it, teasingly putting the very tip of his own shaft inside it and just waiting. "My usual method is to leave them pregnant forever, let my seed linger and send them round again as soon as they're done. But I -could- be talked out of it with an appealing enough experiment on offer."

Learsies had possibilities dance before his eyes. Tone it down? So the breeder bird had only put one in at a time with lingering seed. He took in another breath of pheromones, shuddering as that cocktip finally slid into his own. That unflared head seemed to seep even more potent chemicals into the naga's gooey shaft.

"Well, our species is quite malleable. Helping take the traits on necessary to support whatever life we have." The serpent bucked forwards, his own ebony rod swallowing down the much larger one, the naga moaning out a delighted hiss as his gooey flesh clenched down on the far more potent male's shaft. The crow was certainly one of the most solid things the naga had ever felt, he could feel each beat and pulse of that augmented heart. He griped that shaft through his own stretched one, he could feel that potency, the bird being at the tail end of what the naga would use to finish himself off normally.

"Fffuck, so if you're worried about it taking a toll on me...nnngh, don't~"

Sal pushed further through the naga, his massive spire passing the entirety of the blue gel's cock and emerging on the inside of him. Sal answered with a wink... before letting the feelers inside his cock spool out and start 'investigating' the new specimen. It was how he primed his conquests, analyzing their DNA and taking what could benefit him, determining for certain just how much they could take.

It was simply coincidence that it involved a dozen tiny feelers roughly probing all the most sensitive parts of his target's body.

And a magnificent body it was, too. The Vigrids were SO malleable they were even more indestructible than Sal himself.

For about five more minutes.

His balls gurgled and his muscles flexxed, pre optimized for this new species beginning to pour out and prime his latest conquest... while his body started rewriting itself to take on all their finest traits as well.

"I just might take you up on that."

Learsies eyes widened as he felt those tendrils extend out of the cock, worming their way into his body. The goo naga's malleable form meant that they could reach anywhere, slithering up into his prostate, down into his balls. The serpent seemed pretty damn potent already. Moreover the male wasn't joking about being able to take quite a few young and transform himself on occassion. The largest litter the naga had sired was a decent half dozen, though that was sure to be nothing compared to either the corvid's sizeable offspring or number.

"Hhhhggh, exploring me~?" he hissed out, letting out a groan as they slithered into his internal orbs again, pulling out samples. With the Royal Corvid fully inside the naga's cock, his shaft was stretched to the point of translucence. Hell, it looked like the avian had decided to wear a condom two sizes two small. Every vein, every bulge, every throb, was on full display against that shaft. And as he'd piston up into the naga's bladder, his abdomen bulged out to a wonderfully obscene degree, highlighting that massive difference in size and the nigh dinnerplate sized cocktip.

The idea of being that full of life, what's more, being the bird's first. A broodfather of sorts. An alien stud. He couldn't resist anymore. Whether it was the pheromones, that precum, or the promise of the future, he couldn't control himself. He lunged forwards, fangs exposed. They sunk into the bird's shoulder, purple venom flowing into the male's veins. Even his supersoldier traits would take a moment to adapt as a flood of lust surged through the avian’s body. That massive cock throbbed again, the venom reacting with the corvid's body. The serpent's potent poison only did two things: Make someone more amenable to breeding and make them more of what they already were. Those two thick orbs begin to churn whatever seed that was pent up in there for years, was starting to feel less like the yogurt-thick spunk and more like concrete. The serpent pulled back, purple venom dripping off his fangs. That poison...it was addictive. Heady. The corvid's cock throbed again as the serpent looked straight into his eyes. The naga had no intrinsic hypnotic powers, but addiction was a powerful motivator. He takes advantage of the male's surprise, tail tip sweeping under the male's feet.

"Goddammit...not gonna--nngh...let this opportunity pass. I want your fucking offspring--ggghfrg--Royal...fucking...Corvid~"

"That was very, very bad timing..." Sal said, a HINT of alarm the only sign that anything had changed; decades of soldier training meant that even if he was hornier than he had ever been, he could still control himself.

Mentally.

Physically, he was now very, VERY out of control. The addition of ANYTHING to his body while it was trying to assimilate new DNA was kind of his weakness, his body would try to adapt the new addition as well, incorporating it as a new essential component.

In this case, his body would now fill itself with venom. If it had been something like a cobra, he could have spent the rest of eternity with his muscles burning. A neurotoxin? He would have actually died.

This?

He would apparently be MORE.

Forever.

Lea's attempt to topple the raven was interrupted by him suddenly getting MUCH heavier, the cock as deep inside him as he thought anything could go flaring out, wide, trapping him on the end... and then starting to swell even bigger than the record-stretching monster it already was. The constant drip of pre thickened, becoming closer to a constant cumshot; albeit one only as thick and potent as a normal man's... nothing close to what Sal's was becoming.

Learsies writhed on top of that massive spire as the bird flopped onto his back. That massive, growing flare only served to bulge the serpent out further. Of course, given time, the naga could also take on the traits of other species, though that depended solely on having an offspring or host to nurture. He let out a delighted hiss as he felt that cumshot-like pre hose down his internal passages. The serpent's gooey body managed to absorb some of that ideally-designed pre, beginning to prepare itself for what it seemed to know.

"Good. More to sire then~" the naga hisses out. The constant pheromones, designed to attract and help others breed, had pushed the snake into full broodfather mode. He tested the cock’s flare with a gental tug, and found it wonderfully stuck. His hands massaged all over that thick cock stretching his out, feeling those feelers finally retract back into the avian's body.

"Hahnnnn, god you already feel thicker, too~" he croons, massaging that flare through his abdomen. Though, now the naga's expression was starting to change. Maybe it was a feedback loop, but even the bird was looking rather good not just to fuck, but maybe as a host~

The naga didn't even have time to consider how he'd invade the superior lifeform as Sal went wild. The alien actually ROARED as he toppled Lea to the ground, calling into question the black juggernaut's avian heritage. Sal began to thrust, hard and down, the immensely malleable ground the only thing preventing an actual earthquake, and even then, a crater rapidly formed around them.

Sal was growing. Unmistakably. His muscles constantly swelled and his cock quested deeper with every thrust. His -height- rose higher into the air. His body had found its adaptation, replacing its internals with gel analogues. He was still differentiated, he had everything he used to, but now the endless flexible invincibility belonged to him as well.

And his venom amped body was taking the excuse to grow, and grow, and GROW. Sal's balls alone now outsized Lea's entire body, massive, strained, throbbing spheres groaning with cum by the second. It took all of Sal's willpower not to unload, the first of endless loads, but the one that would mark the true point of no return.

"Last chance to save your race," he said candidly.

Learsies flashed a toothy grin, the naga's reservations long since destroyed by the avian's assaulting pheromones. Empire this, destroyed race that. Who cared? It'd be him ushering in a new era! He shook his head, growling right back even as that gooey form of his was punished by that overtly thick cock.

"I said I wanted fucking offspring--nnggh--now either knock me the fuck up with the most you've got to offer or--hhff--get back in that pod and fuck off to a lesser planet!" he spits back, licking over his fangs, tempting the poor male to more. Hell, at this point the serpent was more condom than snake, but he didn't care, that throbbing monstrosity in his shaft felt amazing. And only one thing could top it all off.

"Fffffuuuuuuck!" Sal moaned as his self control gave up the ghost and he came, properly came for what felt like the first time in his life. The raw virility that was forcing its way down his cock was actually thicker, denser, and more solid than its recipient's entire body, like pouring cement into a pond.

But after the first pulse, Sal wasn't even close to done. His species greatest invention was the singularity engine, an AI managed network of biological wormholes used to get matter where it needed to be. He was fitted with his own, it was why he could handle these away missions, why he could grow. He had access to all the empire's mass, it was just whatever his body could take.

And now his body could take everything. One gallon wasn't enough. One dozen gallons weren't enough. One HUNDRED gallons were not enough. One thousand were... an okay start. His balls had to pump out, had to destroy this alien, had to BREED, and the gel naga rapidly inflated underneath the corvid, swelling larger than the alien's pod.

They both did, one with gravidity, one with power. Sal actually felt the AI catch him, threatening to cut him off... before he felt the unique sensation of a supercomputer GASPING and the danger was gone.

Leaving the crow feeling much more sane and staring down his conquest, a wide grin on his beak as he slowly withdrew, his cock still rock hard, throbbing, and dripping sludge thicker than anything the rest of the galaxy had ever seen.

Learsies groaned as he was filled up by the alien male. The vastly superior seed flooded every last inch of the naga's bladder, bloating the gooey male up to his limits and beyond. That perfectly-adapted breeder seed was a godsend, though. It sunk into all the nooks and crannies, not only fertilizing every last inch of the amply breedable naga, but also began to boost his strength and stamina. His lithe form soon started to bristle with muscle, mimicking the stud who'd just fucked him. Goo pumped through him, making use of that seed not only as fuel for offspring, but that testerone to build up the naga's body. Learsies size started to approach that of the Royal Corvid's, the naga's tail getting thicker and thicker as he milks the cock for everything he can offer.The serpent would feel a heady rush of power as the larger man blasted--hell, it was too thick to even be measured in volume now, better to measured in density, in weight! It felt as if he was draining an empire and letting all that mass pump into him.The naga's head swam as he felt each egg-sized sperm swimming around, burying themselves in his body. Some surged into his internal testes, even knocking those up. Once the crow finally pulled out, the naga let out a gasp. Ordinarily, something that was easily as large as an entire truck wheel would leave the naga gaped. But those internal muscles tightened him back up in seconds, the swollen, gravid naga left with young actively gestating inside him.

The serpent would drift in and out of consciousness over the next few days. His lengthy body would expand, hooves growing out of that gooey tail. His lower half stiffened up, taking on some of the corvid's more solid traits, providing an adequate space to nurture those young. By day two, the serpent had moved from snake to taur. Massive haunches on either side of his body, hooves larger than a Clydsedale. And all able to support the burgeoning Royal Corvid's incubating away in him.

"Mmmmghhfffuuuck" he groaned out, finally regaining full consciousness after a series of internal kicks wake him up. "How long was I out~?"

"Oh... a while..." Sal answered his broodpet, allowing the gooey taur to look around and see what had changed. The landing site was suddenly looking much more built up, a building of jet black stone rising out of the marsh with a few oversized entrances that even Sal could fit through.

The bird had become a MONSTER, standing twice as tall as he had before and almost as wide. His obscene cock wouldn't even fit in his sheath anymore, dangling down to his shins and constantly dripping thick wads of pre that slowly piled under him whenever he stood still.

The bird wasn't the only monster on the field, though. Lea wasn't even the only taur hanging out around Sal's improvised fortress. Several other neighbors had found themselves 'greeted' and corrupted by the invader's seed, growing lower halfs dedicated to building and birthing his children.

Lea was just BY FAR the biggest. Getting a better grip on things he realized he was actually looking DOWN at Sal, even the titanic bird lower than his eyeline as he rose up on  an insanely massive pregnant belly that made him larger than most buildings he'd seen in his life. A belly that was visibly and constantly growing.

"Three days specifically," Sal said with a smirk.

Learsies looked around, seeing the other gravid denizens. He smirks to himself. "Lot to do in three daa--ooough~" The taur gropes over his form as a powerful kick lashes out against that gooey interior. "Hoooogod, they are STRONG" he hissed out, a pleased note on his tongue. Though others of his species, of dissimilar builds, from nagas to lizards, to draconic-looking species, were all amply gravid and quite pleased, none looked at Learsies without a plainly-obvious jealousy. It seemed that the avian's empire wouldnh't have any trouble conquering his planet if this was what they envisioned. He checked over himself, blinking, realizing he's actually a fair bit taller than the male, a smug grin appearing on his features.

"Seems like I got the lion's half of the genetics, eh~?" he says, fangs gleaming. A sigh interrupted him as the feeling of untold numbers squirming in his lower half, all vying for nutrients and attention became readly apprent. His upper gut growled, as his expression became even more smug as he realized just how much his body had to adapt to that. He was a good deal larger than the bird only because of the several busloads of corvids incuabting away in him, making him a wonderfully bloated mess. He got up, powerful legs digging divots into the ground as he works himself up to stand. As soon as he managed though, all those offspring squirms, making his massive shaft throb.

"Er, I guess the bird's half~"

"Don't be silly, I'm working very hard to suppress my new body," Sal spoke, and his entire body THROBBED, growing slightly for a moment before settling back down. "I know nobody will ever be able to penetrate me enough to check, but my blood is almost entirely entirely venom now!" Sal briefly hardened, his cock pulsing gently before a still ambulatory taur rushed up to start sucking him off, Sal sighing as he got a bit of quick relief and went back to his conversation.

"It's actually quite a struggle to stay this small, but it's very necessary, after all, darling, we have a road trip to make." Sal turned to Lea... and his hands begin to expand, amorphous internals letting him increase the size of his mitts until he could wrap the gel taur up in two hands and lift him into the air, tiny frame not showing any signs of feeling the monster taur's weight.

"If you've really got a FULL load of kids, only the capital can take care of you, and I do still remember that you wanted the 'royal treatment'" Sal chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that seemed to make sense to him.

Learsies grined at that offer. "Almost makes me wish I hadn't bit ya, then~ Would've been fun to be even larger than you~" he teased, grunting as another kick lashed out. "Though, doubt I could've properly fucked you right now" he continues, more bulges seen against his gooey hide. He shudders. The royal treatment would be great.

"And how long would it take to get there?" the naga hisses out, groaning again. Although those offspring were vying about inside of him, his body was also making use of them. He might not be some sort of "Royal Corvid" but as long as those mutants were incubating inside his body, his own tauric form was taking full advantage of all the benefits they offered. He makes a show of stretching out into those hands, mimicking the corvid's movement. As he does, those pheromones waft over the newly-manipulated gootaur, making the male visibly stagger. Colonizing one planet...it'd only be fair to do the same.

"Oh, not too long," Sal commented, smirking at the obvious ambitions of his new pet. "Certainly not as long as I took to get here! I've got quite a few new ideas, now, and took the liberty of making us a ship." He gestured to the black structure, massive doors big enough to squeeze even Lea's form inside... and opening at a glimpse from Sal, stuffing the gooey taur right in.

"I expected to have longer for my mission here, but I suppose I'll just have to expedite things on our way out!" Sal entered the ship behind Lea, taking a seat in the cockpit... and lowering a massive pipe over his member, flicking switches on the dash and causing the ship to begin to hum, far more creature comforts present in this one, like life support... and suction.

As the ship began to milk Sal, he reclined in his captain's chair and shouted back. "If you want to wave goodbye, now's the time!"

Learsies looked around, quite impressed with the size of the ship. "Built this all by your lonesome? And I doubt my people will mind much. Didja see the looks I was getting?" he hissed back. He shruged, waving goodbye to the still-pleased taurs. As if sensing they were headed back to their planet, the offspring inside of the naga's ever-swelling form squirmed, the serpent's tongue lolling out of his maw as he clenched. He patted a hand on his taut stomach. The tricky part would be either staying knocked up or keeping them inside. He eyed the male's milking machine. Well, at least that was one problem solved. If they did inadverdently arrive early, he had an amply sized plug set to go.

"Fair enough! I suppose next time it will be more interesting to look at anyway." Sal moaned, unloading into the milking machine. He hated holding back these past few days. ONLY knocking up the locals to the level he would have for his mission. He had just been so eager, making this ship. A brand new model... powered by his own bottomless balls.

Power and reaction mass both would be coming from the bird, getting them off planet where the warp drive could take over. Of course, this would have the 'tragic' side effect of absolutely burying the launch site in his cum. That stuff was hazardous, too! It never really stopped being fresh, even small drops of runoff would eventually find SOMEBODY.

It really made his mission much easier, though, knowing that rather than having to fuck them all individually, Sal could take the next generation simply by leaving his genes behind and letting them do the rest.

Easier, and so much more satisfying.

The ship took off, departing from the planet on a solid column of white.

Learsies took the time to get comfortable as they quite literally blast off. Or at least, as comfortable as one in his state could get. Knowing the folks back home, they'd be all too pleased with this idea. After all, outbreeding was the fun part for his civilization.

Days would pass on the ship, the nagataur only getting larger and larger. While his lower half was filled to the absolute brim, his upper half would only get more and more muscular, siphoning that super soldier breeding mass into his body. He chuffed out a breath, feeling a contraction ripple over his body, the naga snarling in response. Not yet...not just yet~ Partially because he fully inteded to take advantage of those genes and partially because...hell, they weren't quite ready yet.

Sal didn't have the heart to spoil things for his new pet, but even if he had room now this trip was if anything MORE agonizingly restrained than the last. His body wanted to fuck, to grow, to dominate without limit, everything Sal was rising still, but his mind was too sharp to let him. He was still getting smarter. He knew the gooey horndog nagas were actually a credible threat, despite their absurdity, or had been anyway. He knew his new pet was still hoping for a turnaround, returning with him an attempt to take a world in turn.

He even knew what a MONSTER he had created by unleashing his seed on the Vigrids, that they would absorb some of his traits and become unstoppable. And he knew because he had all of their traits now, two mutualistic parasites building off each other forever.

And he knew their weakness, and the last thing he had to do to exploit it.

Finally, after what felt like ages but was barely a week, they arrived at the Onyx Heart of the empire, a glassy black planet built up massively, not a hint of what it might once have been visible from a distance, dazzling with light. Countless space stations surrounded it, each one deploying ships to investigate the intruder.... before all falling in line behind him, a growing convoy escorting them to the planet.

"So Lea, I gotta ask, do you love me, or just worship me~" Sal teased as they made their final approach

Learsies had only grown larger and more gravid as time had went on. Visible muscles moved underneath that taut goo body now. Each of those offspring was now easily the size of their daddy when he'd first gotten onto this planet. If the corvid knew about the naga, the male certainly knew about his plans by now. Or, at the very least, suspected something was up. Still, it wasn't like the serpent was in any position to fight back. And furthermore, based on how his empire was colonizing planets, harming the serpent was probably going to be a far worse violation than anything the corvid could manage. He flashes a toothy grin at the male as one of those offsprings streeeetches his gooey hide out, the serpent pushing him back in, letting out a snort.

"Odd question to ask, no~? I do seem to be the most knocked up of all my species and it's getting much more wonderful as time goes by. Suppose I should ask you the same question. After all, you might have my venom, but I've got one helluva payload~"

"You're my favorite pet, of course~ But I?" Sal said slyly, taking the ship in for a touchdown and opening the door, the two of them immediately spilling out thanks to their expanded frames... and emerging into a massive parade. Countless soldiers stood to either side, heavily armored but built like Sal when he had touched down underneath, holding weapons of all shapes and sizes that the naga couldn't identify.

The returning invader walked down the guarded path, smiling widely as they bowed in his wake, his footfalls shaking the ground as he finally let himself go, steadily growing with every step as he crossed the parade ground. More muscle. More power. His body was finally becoming closer to what it wanted to be, and it was an ecstatic feeling.

He was 20 feet tall when he hit the far end, looking into the eyes of another crow, one far stranger looking than most. This one bore dragon scales over half his body, fangs sticking out of his beak and 20 feet tall himself, built almost, but not quite, as well as Sal, wearing an emerald crown. The other crow titan looked at him... and roared, sending a blast of superheated acid across Sal's chest.

Sal didn't even flinch, letting the acid cascade across him harmlessly, smiling pleasantly... sympathetically?... at the other crow. Who eventually side, removing his crown and passing it to Sal, who sat smoothly on the throne, dropping the crown atop his head and looking back across the grounds. "I am the emperor."