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Friendly Control

For flimflamfun5

By Draconicon

Jerome was on a one-week vacation from analyzing government intelligence. The wolf had come near a breakdown, and had been told by his immediate superiors that he needed to take some time off or risk being fired if he had another problem.

He chose the vacation, as most people would. However, he didn't expect it to be filled with a friend's visit at the same time. He'd barely gotten home when his phone started ringing, and no sooner had the conversation finished than Saul, an old friend of his, had promised to come over shortly.

Shortly, he assumed, meant an hour or so later in the evening. It turned out to be five minutes later, when Jerome had just gotten changed out of his work clothes. The wolf blinked at the panther on his doorstep, shaking his head as he opened the door to let his friend in.

"Something up?" he asked.

"No, no, just needed to talk. Can I come in?"

"Course."

He stepped to the side, the panther pushing past him gently. The white suit that Saul wore was new, he realized, and he couldn't help but shake his head at the contrast between the dark fur and white clothing.

"So, uh, what's going on?"

"Nothing big," Saul said, tilting his head, looking around. "You, uh, you still work for the government, right?"

"Yeah...What, you afraid that they're bugging my house?"

"That's what I'd do, you know, if anyone was handling sensitive information."

Jerome rolled his eyes, shutting the door. He walked past the panther towards the kitchen.

"Not a chance in hell. They're paranoid, but not that paranoid. If I was fired? Yeah, maybe, but not until then. You want a drink?"

"Sure. Water."

"Just water? I got other stuff."

"Just water."

The panther followed him through the house, never more than a step behind him. It was a bit unnerving, if he was completely honest, but Jerome figured that Saul was just a bit twitchy. His old friend had always been a bit strange, and he had never been less than paranoid. Whether back when he was running with a gang - which had ended badly - or when he was working for some casino boss - which ended worse - he had always been sure that someone was out to get him.

Unfortunately, he was usually right. Saul didn't come around for nothing, and considering he was already on thin ice, Jerome wasn't sure that he liked the idea of his friend being here now. It meant that something was going to blow up in his face.

He tried to put it out of his head, walking over to the sink. Pulling down a pair of glasses from the cabinet next to it, the wolf shook his head, flicking his ears.

"There's no cameras, no bugs, nothing. So, whatever you have to say, just say it."

"You're sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. I'm - hey!"

He shouted, then gagged as Saul grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling it down until the fabric ripped halfway down his spine. The wolf tried to turn and spin, but the panther had him pinned against the sink, holding him down.

In the glass, he could see Saul's reflection, and he could see that the panther was pulling something out of his suit pocket.

What the hell is going on? What the fuck is he - what the fuck is that?!

The panther had pulled something like a fleshy ball out of his jacket, one that was slowly unrolling, then unfolding itself. In the middle was some sort of fleshy, purple tissue, all surrounding a sort of mouth in the very center. Above it, though was something far more worrying. A long, pointed stinger that was pushing out, pulling in, and pushing out again, almost as if sensing for a target.

"What the fuck, Saul, put that thing down! Let me go! Let me - nnngh!"

He gasped for breath as the stinger shot into his neck, a moment of pure pain followed by oblivion. His eyes went wide as his body went limp, and suddenly Saul's restraining grip was the only thing that was keeping him from falling into the sink.

Obey, obey, obey...obey, obey, obey...

It was a feeling rather than a word, a push, a pressure from the base of his neck going up and down his spine. It was a wave of pressure, a foggy thing that made his head feel like it was both stuffed up and empty at the same time. His eyes rolled back, his vision going black as the stinger flooded him with all kinds of strange, almost impossible sensations of pleasure. It was...it was glorious.

He panted softly as his cock started to rise in his pants, each pulse of whatever the stinger was delivering to his spine making him harder than he was a moment ago. Soon, he was tenting his pants, his shaft stiff and throbbing, feeling like someone was pouring concrete into it to make it stiffer and stiffer still, as long as he -

Obey, obey, obey...

Again, it was a feeling rather than a word, a feeling that demanded total, complete subservience. Jerome leaned forward, his resistance fading, his shock disappearing, leaving nothing behind but an empty vessel.

As his will to act of his own accord faded, his pleasure grew in direct proportion. The pain was gone, and the hole the stinger made in the back of his neck quickly grew more sensitive, more attuned to the pleasure of touch. He moaned under his breath, a warmth in his pants telling him that he had just climaxed hands-free.

He continued to stand there, continued to stare out the window for a number of minutes as the creature embedded itself into his head, through his mind. A shiver, then another went through his body, almost like a small seizure as the creature took full control. He was a piece of them. They were a piece of him. That was all that mattered.

When Saul finally let go, Jerome slowly stood. He was still being directed, pulled along by the thing on the back of his neck, a thing that now laid flush against his spine. It was flattened to him, hard to feel, probably hard to see if he were to put a shirt back on.

The wolf kept staring at the glass as the panther turned around, standing almost back to back with him, only their tails keeping them from being flush to each other. Jerome could just make out several tendrils, little things that were slowly pushing out of the back of his old friend's shirt collar.

Possessed...brother...

They, again, were concepts, things that had different words for the thing on the back of his neck than they did for him. They were feelings, emotions, a state of being, things too complex to be nailed down to the strange English language.

The tendrils reached out for the back of his neck, and he felt his neckhugger - for lack of a better name - reaching out in turn. The tendrils touched, and both Saul and Jerome jerked, a sudden flex as if they'd been zapped with electricity.

Information...

They were asking for something. Something from him. Something that he knew.

People...place...information...

Information about the place he worked?

Give...

The old Jerome would have fought, would have pushed against that sort of demand. He had been trained to resist interrogation, as all agents were. He had been taught how to hold back, how to lie, when to lie. He had been given everything that an agent of the government needed to actually stand up to enemy spies.

But no-one had bargained on aliens being part of this. There was no holding back. Not against that.

He brought his thoughts and memories to the surface of his mind, and it was like the connected tendrils between him and Saul harvested them, pulling the memories away, shoving them from one mind to the other. They were copied, examined, taken, and in return, he felt the creature's happiness.

It bubbled in his mind, filling it up and popping like a hundred little explosions, orgasmic things that rippled through his entire body. It was only through the control of the creature, of the parasite, that he didn't collapse completely from the bliss that was his reward. His eyes rolled back, a slight smile on his face, and the sweats he wore got darker still.

He stood there, giving over everything that he had from passcodes to locations of sensitive data, including files that he only now understood must have been related to the creatures that controlled him. Saul must have been an agent of theirs, someone sent to make contact and establish a greater -

Hive.

Hive. Yes. That was what they were. They were Hive. They were connected. They were together.

The connection continued until the creatures seemed assured that they had gotten everything from him. The tendrils pulled apart from one another, and Saul and Jerome were able to step apart.

It was not entirely Jerome that looked back at Saul when he could move again, just like it wasn't all Saul that looked back at him. They were more, now. They had been joined in the mind, and that meant that things had changed forever between them. Even if they were to get free from the Hive - not that they wanted to - they would always have that connection, severed, but there.

With the Hive, however, they would have it and all the good things that came with it. There was no going back. Neither wanted to.

They were Hive.

The End