Hey Everyone!
You guys seemed to have liked my last story, which I very much appreciate, so here's another! Today's smutty story follows a superhero cheetah and his alien symbiote companion as they fight crime, bust balls, and do the sex.
This story is sort of an experiment, so it's a fair bit different from my last thing, be warned. It contains furry, tentacles, self cum-swallowing, and some ballbusting.
I have an outline for a second chapter, and ideas for a longer series, but do not know yet if I'll continue this. So, if you like it, please let me know!
(Also the title is one character too long :P)
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"So, whaddya think it's gonna be? Guns or drugs?"
"Probably guns," Adrian replied, stopping in front of a red shipping container. It was hard to see in the dim light, but the identification numbers matched the ones given by that mobster they had interrogated. The cheetah turned to look around the suspiciously deserted loading dock. It was quiet, too quiet. Turning back, he poked at the lock that held the container closed. "I swear, they better not be hiding in this. I really don't feel like getting into another fight right now."
"Ha. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for you to jerk off later, honey."
"I told you to stop calling me that." Adrian gave a loud huff, feeling his companion laugh to herself on his back.
Her voice echoed in his mind, from the small of his back, up through his spine, and into his brain. "Sorry ... sweetie."
"Hilarious. Just give me the arms already."
"What do we say?"
The male gave another loud huff, rolling his eyes. He knew Fesla was being annoying and slow on purpose. Yes, he was in a hurry, but he had a good reason! Every single Saturday, for the last few years, he'd made time to unwind with a long, relaxing session with his favorite fleshlight before bed. But today it looked like that streak was going to be broken. Here he was, on a Saturday night, in the damp cold, trying to save the city. Ugh. Couldn't the bad guys give him a day off every now and then? Being a superhero was a lot more exhausting than he had thought it would be. Helping people was great, yes, but it was so much work. There was always something to do, somewhere to go. Not only was he tired, he hadn't had an orgasm all week!
"Give me the arms, please."
"Of course ... babe."
Fesla's chuckles rattled in his skull as he felt a warm, wet sensation travel up his back. It curled over his spotted fur, slithering its way to the base of his neck, before spreading out to his shoulders. Glancing down, he watched as the bright green and black fluid made its way down his arms. He briefly thought back on how the slime felt around his cock, resulting in it suddenly slowing down. Impatient, he tapped his foot, telling her to hurry up. Once it fully covered his hands, it solidified a tiny bit, taking a slightly darker coloration.
"Take a little longer next time, why dontcha?" Adrian whispered.
His alien companion replied by giving him a soft thump on the back. "Keep thinking about your dick instead of the mission and I will."
"Hey," Adrian flexed his fingers, looking around again, "you don't know what it's like having blue balls, it's torture! I mean, can you even get horny?"
"Not really, or at least not in a way you'd understand," the symbiote's voice replied in the cheetah's head, "The desire to reproduce isn't very strong for my species."
"Well, thank goodness for that," Adrian joked half-seriously. As symbiotes, the slime-like Nel species, which Fesla belonged to, had the ability to reproduce by fully consuming a host. This turned them into another Nel, who would proceed to do the same. Thankfully, she claimed that most symbiotes never did this unless their host was already on their deathbed. As Adrian was very much alive, he had nothing to worry about. The Nel could do this whenever they wanted, technically, but as they needed a host at almost all times, this was rare.
The desire to protect one's host was strong, Fesla had explained when they had first bonded years ago. Since Nel were incapable of directly consuming food or making their own energy, they required a host to feed off of. This process was painless, fortunately, as the only effect it had on a host was the need to eat more than usual. In return, the symbiote protected them, granting them incredible strength. It was a close, mutualistic bond. At least, it normally was. There was the occasional selfish Nel that would rapidly jump between bodies, draining each one dry in the process.
Still, Adrian trusted her, seeing as it was practically impossible for her to lie to him. Having a second set of thoughts coming from his back at all times felt odd, to say the least, but it did have its advantages. Although, being so connected also meant that she knew the best ways to tease him, sexually or otherwise.
"Alright, we should probably do this quietly," he whispered as he reached for the lock. Gently, he grabbed it, placing his other hand on the container door. It was a relatively small lock, considering what it was protecting, but it would be loud to just break. "Maybe we can slowly bend the bars and-"
The cheetah's arms suddenly jerked, violently ripping off the lock. Surprised, his grip loosened, causing him to inadvertently throw it behind him. It loudly slammed against the side of another container, hard enough to leave a dent, the sound echoing through the metal maze. Ears flattening back in panic, he jumped into the shadows, hiding their green arms behind his back.
"Fesla!"
"Oh, now you wanna take it slow?" The alien waited a second before letting go of his arms, giving him back full control. "Is it really that hard for you to go five minutes without thinking about getting off?"
"That was reckless, but okay, okay. You made your point, geez. I know I need to focus, but I'm just ... I'm pent up, okay? We've been at this nonstop lately, I really need some time to relax after this."
"Then let's get this done with, already. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can take a break."
Nodding, Adrian looked around the corner, seeing nobody. Still suspicious, he creeped as quietly as he could back to the container door. There was no way that crash had gone unheard. He made a mental note that she owed him an orgasm when this was over, knowing full well she could hear.
Opening it up, he found that he had been correct with his earlier guess. A dozen crates and boxes holding various firearms and their ammunition were stacked together on either side. They didn't see anything else, though they still made sure to check for any kind of booby traps. Effortlessly ripping one of the crates open, the pair was surprised at how poor the haul was. All the guns were either rusting, or were older models that had long since been obsolete. The local crime bosses must have been running out of money if this was all they could afford. And if that was so, they were really going to be pissed when the police confiscated everything.
Fesla's slime-like body undulated across Adrian's back, a motion he knew was her equivalent of a smile. "Wow, I guess we really are making a difference. These guys are getting desperate. With any luck, we can run them out of the city soon. Then we can finally turn our focus back on finding Vaal."
Vaal. The reason for Fesla being on Earth in the first place. A rogue Nel wanted for her many crimes, she had thus far eluded the pair, despite their best efforts. They had heard rumors she had some kind of connection to this city, but beyond that they hadn't managed to track her down. Still, they were making progress. Once free of distractions, it would only be a matter of time until they caught her.
"Yeah, finally. Alright, let's shut this and call- wait ... do you hear that?"
"Oh no, run!"
After slamming the door closed as quietly as he could, Adrian spun and broke into a sprint. A dull pain began to flare from the bottom of his spine, only to get immediately relieved as the symbiote began to spread down his legs. Green slime snaked its way across his body, from his neck to his feet. With Fesla assisting in pushing and moving his body, his speed quickly doubled. It doubled again by the time the symbiote fully covered his legs in her warm embrace. With a leap more powerful than he'd be capable of on his own, the feline bounded off the side of another container. Arms outstretched, he grabbed onto the side of a nearby crane, pulling himself up onto one of the supporting bars. The speed and grace at which he moved was incredible, even for a cheetah.
It had taken Adrian and Fesla a while to learn to work together like that. After much practice, and quite a few mistakes, the two had learned to almost perfectly sync their minds. Her "suit," as they called it, increased the force of all his movements. As he moved, she moved as well, either amplifying or counteracting his actions. It was great, perfect for fighting.
There was one little problem with it, though.
In order to fully extend over his body, Fesla had to quote-unquote "anchor" herself on him. Since burrowing into his skin was not an option, there was only one other place she could use: his ass. Forming a thick green tentacle, she slipped herself in, allowing her to extend down his legs.
Running around with what was essentially a dildo shoved up his ass was a tad bit difficult. But, like with their coordination, it got easier with practice. Likewise, the feel of her wiggling on and over his cock and balls had gotten easier to ignore. That is, if she wasn't intentionally teasing him in her warm, wet hug.
Thankfully, she was not teasing him at the moment. Instead, she was helping him climb up to the top of the crane. Every little shift of his legs only served to make him more and more aware of the green rod penetrating his backside. The erection he was rapidly growing didn't help, either.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps down below got his attention back. Reaching the top, he squatted down and leaned over the edge. Three masked figures suddenly appeared out of the darkness, pistols drawn. One of them immediately made for the red container, throwing open the door. The other two stood guard, scanning the area, ready to shoot anything that moved. Adrian prepared himself to jump down if need be, but, like most bad guys, they neglected to look up. A good thing too, seeing as how bright green was not exactly stealthy. (It also didn't help that he was in only a small undershirt and gym shorts. He always wore as little as possible when going out on a mission, both because Fesla couldn't expand over his clothes, and because he didn't want to risk someone recognizing him).
