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When it searched through the memories of his host, it could sense that the two of them knew each other. Despite his corruption and how consumed he was by the parasite living in his body, he recognised the form of his friend trapped in front of him. A flurry of emotions washed through him. What were they? Pain, guilt, anger? Desire… There was so much for the T. rex to experience in such a short space of time that it almost made the alien creature dizzy.\r\n\r\nThe creature before it was yet another ideal host, and the parasite considered itself lucky that it had found another so quickly. He was strong and had a fighting spirit, which was something it liked to see in its prey, and the host he had taken over seemed to grow stronger and more emotional in his presence. That was something that could prove to be a problem, but it also had the potential to be an excellent learning experience. It had been meaning to put the T. rex through his paces, and this was the perfect opportunity. It hadn’t managed to catch anything since this one; they had all been too weak, but this one? This dragon? It was delicious.\r\n\r\nSince they were positioned behind him and he was being held tightly in place by the latex tendrils within the orb, they had the perfect way to access the dragon without alerting him to their presence. Well, not until they were ready for the big reveal. The parasite smiled, and the host mimicked it perfectly as they prepared to enter the orb from behind. It was large enough that they would fit, and the dragon was definitely going to be caught by surprise, but they would make sure that he loved every second. It helped its host move its body between his muscular thighs before ensuring his cock was pressed against his stomach.\r\n\r\nIt could feel the arousal from the T. rex at the thought of such a thing, and his cock was already hard as they entered the orb together. 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But there was also some reluctance to continue, pushback from the host, and the parasite made sure to let him know who was in charge. Every act of resistance was met with one of force and compulsion.\r\n\r\nThere was an easy way to command obedience, and it was through praise and reward. While his resistance was punished with acts of force, his obedience was rewarded with sensations of pleasure and euphoric rushes of hormones and chemicals through his brain that made him a little more addicted to the taste of the green dragon his tongue was rimming. The familiarity that its host felt made the experience that much more exciting, and while the parasite was not aware of what their exact relationship to each other might have been, it could feel how strong the connection was.\r\n\r\nIt could feel his tongue quiver each time it moved, and the very tip circled the dragon’s pert asshole. Its prey was relaxing more and more with each passing moment, and it could feel its host shiver with delightful intent each time his tongue poked inside the hole and teased the dragon a little more. He was toying with him, leaning into the process, and the parasite was pleased. It could feel his compliance growing stronger, and the reluctance he once held had started to turn to eagerness and desperation. He was actively participating, and his fingers began to dig into the dragon’s firm asscheeks as he ate him out vigorously.\r\n\r\nThe parasite enjoyed the way it felt to have such a hard, leaking cock. The pleasure was immeasurable as it rippled through the host body and moved through their minds simultaneously. While the T. rex didn’t have much control, the parasite allowed him to remain connected to his emotions, especially arousal and pleasure, which only worked to fuel his desire further. 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Five hours of solid sleep on a patrol night felt like the best thing he had experienced in years, but it also made him worry. It wasn’t the first time that Jason had gone dark; it had happened a few times over the years when he was in a sticky situation, but five hours of darkness? That was practically unheard of. Something had definitely gone wrong, and the sun would end up rising before long. He knew he was going to have to go out and look for him, but what if he was wrong?\r\n\r\nAs his worry grew, a crackle came through the radio. “We’ve been ambushed by the Foot Clan. We need everyone here. Turtles and rangers. We need to regroup urgently; one of our own has been taken.” Tommy’s heart raced in his chest. “Repeat, Jason has been taken. We need to regroup and start the search.” That was all the motivation Tommy needed to get going. He morphed into the Green Ranger as he rushed over rooftops with every intention of providing backup if it was needed. 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It wasn’t the kind of alley he could see Jason being down, and there didn’t seem to be any signs of a confrontation or a struggle. It was confusing, and he scoured the ground with his flashlight to see if he had missed anything. The only thing of note was a puddle of black goop on the ground that he didn’t recognise, and when he reached out to inspect it further, he saw something move in the shadows against the wall. Then it went black.\r\n\r\nHe had no idea where the shadow came from, but it had crept up on him silently and knocked him out. It was all he could think about as he slowly returned to the waking world. His head was pounding, and his mouth felt thick as it dried out, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Everything was a blur, and his eyes couldn’t make sense of his surroundings. He tried to move, but he was physically held in place by something that he couldn’t quite figure out. Every time he strained against it, it seemed to fight back harder to keep him there. He blinked a few times to make his eyes focus, but even then, nothing seemed to make any sense.\r\n\r\nIt was an orb. He was surrounded by some kind of orb that acted like a bubble. It shielded his body from the outside world, but his head had been left poking through the top so he could breathe and get fresh air. It was such a strange concept to him, and when he looked closer, he could see that the orb was black and opaque, preventing him from seeing his own body. It had been stretched out so far, and yet it hadn’t lost its consistency. Thick, black tendrils reached out and held him in place, which explained why he couldn’t struggle, and he realised why the texture was so familiar against his skin. Latex. The bubble and its tendrils were made from latex.\r\n\r\n******\r\n\r\nIts prey was so focused on the latex orb he had been trapped inside that he hadn’t looked up to see if his captor was close. It was amusing, in a way, and excitement bubbled up inside him. When it searched through the memories of his host, it could sense that the two of them knew each other. Despite his corruption and how consumed he was by the parasite living in his body, he recognised the form of his friend trapped in front of him. A flurry of emotions washed through him. What were they? Pain, guilt, anger? Desire… There was so much for the T. rex to experience in such a short space of time that it almost made the alien creature dizzy.\r\n\r\nThe creature before it was yet another ideal host, and the parasite considered itself lucky that it had found another so quickly. He was strong and had a fighting spirit, which was something it liked to see in its prey, and the host he had taken over seemed to grow stronger and more emotional in his presence. That was something that could prove to be a problem, but it also had the potential to be an excellent learning experience. It had been meaning to put the T. rex through his paces, and this was the perfect opportunity. It hadn’t managed to catch anything since this one; they had all been too weak, but this one? This dragon? It was delicious.\r\n\r\nSince they were positioned behind him and he was being held tightly in place by the latex tendrils within the orb, they had the perfect way to access the dragon without alerting him to their presence. Well, not until they were ready for the big reveal. The parasite smiled, and the host mimicked it perfectly as they prepared to enter the orb from behind. It was large enough that they would fit, and the dragon was definitely going to be caught by surprise, but they would make sure that he loved every second. It helped its host move its body between his muscular thighs before ensuring his cock was pressed against his stomach.\r\n\r\nIt could feel the arousal from the T. rex at the thought of such a thing, and his cock was already hard as they entered the orb together. It watched as its host, formerly known to the world as Jason, slid down on his back and placed his muscular torso between the thighs of his friend. His cock was fully erect by this point, and the leaking tip pushed into the dragon’s toned stomach as he got himself comfortable on the ground. It was perfect, and seeing the dragon’s round ass right in front of him was almost too tempting to resist. But the parasite was cautious, and it purposely held its host’s member in place to prevent him from getting aroused any further.\r\n\r\nThe parasite allowed him some control over his own body, giving him the opportunity to enjoy the experience and act of his own accord as he made him start to lick. He did so with great vigour as his long tongue protruded from his body and began to prise itself between his firm ass cheeks. Saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue and began to run over his tight asshole, teasing it and making his former friend relax as his tongue spread him little by little. But there was also some reluctance to continue, pushback from the host, and the parasite made sure to let him know who was in charge. Every act of resistance was met with one of force and compulsion.\r\n\r\nThere was an easy way to command obedience, and it was through praise and reward. While his resistance was punished with acts of force, his obedience was rewarded with sensations of pleasure and euphoric rushes of hormones and chemicals through his brain that made him a little more addicted to the taste of the green dragon his tongue was rimming. The familiarity that its host felt made the experience that much more exciting, and while the parasite was not aware of what their exact relationship to each other might have been, it could feel how strong the connection was.\r\n\r\nIt could feel his tongue quiver each time it moved, and the very tip circled the dragon’s pert asshole. Its prey was relaxing more and more with each passing moment, and it could feel its host shiver with delightful intent each time his tongue poked inside the hole and teased the dragon a little more. He was toying with him, leaning into the process, and the parasite was pleased. It could feel his compliance growing stronger, and the reluctance he once held had started to turn to eagerness and desperation. He was actively participating, and his fingers began to dig into the dragon’s firm asscheeks as he ate him out vigorously.\r\n\r\nThe parasite enjoyed the way it felt to have such a hard, leaking cock. The pleasure was immeasurable as it rippled through the host body and moved through their minds simultaneously. While the T. rex didn’t have much control, the parasite allowed him to remain connected to his emotions, especially arousal and pleasure, which only worked to fuel his desire further. It heard the T. rex stifle a hungering moan of lust that vibrated through his body, and it knew it was time to allow its host to experience what he wanted most. It released his cock, allowing him to build himself closer to climax as he continued to eat out the man he was positioned under.\r\n\r\nA tentacle emerged from the floor of the orb and reached up towards the T. rex, wrapping itself around his solid shaft and tightening its grip. He whined softly at its touch, and once it squeezed a little harder, it began to move up and down rhythmically. He could feel its ridged underside move against his cock, stimulating every pleasure centre in his body and sending shockwaves of delight down his spine. It took everything he had not to buck his hips lustfully, and the parasite grinned within his mind at how pathetic its host was. It could feel everything, experience each moment, and it was euphoric...\r\n"
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