"Over here, Orlly," Muldersen called. "I think I've found something."

Agent Orlly turned off the car radio as the JMTF newsman gave the correct time. Resetting his watch, the young man hurried in the direction of his partner's voice. Muldersen sounded excited, well, as excited as Muldersen ever sounded. If anything could get a rise from the unflappable operative, it would be evidence of extraterrestrial life. Which was exactly what the citizens of Ariel's Acres had reported to the local authorities.

The stories contained all the usual details of a sighting in the rural Midwest: colorful lights playing across the sky, cessation of all electronic activity, and lost time. Lost time was an odd phenomenon in which the subject couldn't recall the events of several hours or even days. Either the good folks around Ariel's Acres had conspired to make fools of the F.B.I., or this was a case of mass hysteria, or even more improbably, the real deal.

Orlly came upon his imperturbable partner bent over examining something on the ground. The young agent admired the shape of the man's buttocks in the black slacks before making his presence known. There was no point in letting his co-worker know how he felt about him. The very fact that they were both operatives for the F.B.I. precluded any sort of personal relationship. Orlly stopped beside his colleague and looked down.

"Look at this," the blonde man said. "What does this look like to you?"

Orlly could not deny it. The big round depressions in the scorched earth looked exactly like the marks left by the landing gear of cartoon spaceships. He said as much to his partner.

"Cartoons?" Muldersen said dryly. "Is that how you spend Saturday mornings, Spankie?"

Irritated by the remark and even more irritated that he let it irritate him, Orlly answered in a voice stretched tight with sexual tension. "Why bother to pretend you're at all interested in what I do on my own time?"

Muldersen looked at his young co-worker in surprise. He was used to the kid sounding like he had a flagpole up his butt, however it had never gotten personal before. If only.

Muldersen rapidly replayed the exchange to see if he'd said something that might be considered more socially offensive than usual. His penchant for telling the truth had not made him popular and his dry sense of humor was rarely understood, much less appreciated.

Orlly waited for Muldersen to speak, but the man was staring over Orlly's shoulder. The young agent turned and saw the lights. They glowed silvery blue against the gathering darkness, seemingly caught in the skeletal branches of a dead tree. Orlly rolled his eyes.

"Those are the lights of a house in the distance," he said. "Let's go find out if they saw anything."

"All right," Muldersen said. "Funny. The sheriff didn't mention anyone living out here."

"Then maybe it's a U.F.O.," Orlly said. "Either way, you'll be happy, right?"

Muldersen pretended to consider. "You're right, Agent Orlly," he said. "Lead on."

With a long-suffering sigh, Orlly went back to the car for the flashlights. When he returned, his partner had disappeared.

"Muldersen!" Orlly whispered harshly. After a few moments, the young man took out his cell phone and dialed Muldersen's number. The call went through, but he heard no ringing. Muldersen was either too far away for Orlly to hear his phone, unlikely given the short amount of time he'd been gone, or Muldersen's phone was damaged beyond repair, or . . .

Orlly raised his voice. "Muldersen, did you set your phone to vibrate? Again?"

There was no answer as the junior agent walked cautiously across the clearing toward the split rail fence at the end of the small field. As he passed a large tree, a dark figure leaped from the shadows with a hoarse cry.

"Easy there, Agent Orlly," Viggo said, looking cross-eyed down the barrel of his partner's sidearm, which was currently resting against the bridge of his nose. "It was a joke."

"For future reference," Orlly said. "Jokes are supposed to make people laugh."

"You really should learn to lighten up a little," Muldersen said.

"When this case is over, you and I are going to have a drink together, Agent Muldersen. You are going to *get to know me better* as the more socially adept phrase it. I will *lighten up* until I'm transparent, but right now, I'm working."

Muldersen arched his eyebrows. "Fair enough," he said.

"Thank you," Orlly said, handing his partner one of the torches. "I wish I were the sort of person that could turn a clever phrase about flashlights and lightening up, but I'm not. I know you're not happy that the agency stuck you with me, but it wasn't my choice either."

"Finally," Viggo said. "We get down to the nitty-gritty. You can't stand working with an odd duck agency pariah like me, can you? This really fucks with your fast-track-to-the-upper-echelons doesn't it, whiz kid? You can say it; I know you're thinking it."

"Of course!" Orlly said. "You know what I'm thinking because you're psychic, right? Tell me, Agent Muldersen, did aliens make you clairvoyant or were you conceived in a nuclear power plant? Or, wait a minute, there's yet another possibility; you're just plain crazy."

Muldersen shrugged. "Maybe the answer is D: all of the above."

"Now that was a joke," Orlly said as they reached the end of the thin belt of forest. "Oh my God," the young man said as he saw the source of the lights.

"The sheriff didn't mention Frankenstein's castle being out here in the woods," Muldersen said in a tone of mild complaint.

Orlly stared at the miniature fortress complete with battlements, turrets and a drawbridge over a mist-wreathed moat. The agent was about to speak when the rapidly cooling air was charged by a quavering howl. The mournful ululation sent shivers up the agents' spines.

"That's not possible," Orlly said, when the chilling sound died. "There are no wolves here, unless someone's pet got loose."

Muldersen whistled blithely. "Here doggie," he called softly. "Good doggie."

The howl rang out again, this time from much closer. Muldersen cocked an eye at his partner.

"Race you to Gryffndor House," he said.

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As the two agents crossed the drawbridge, it raised itself behind them. They stood for a moment catching their breath, before switching on the flashlights. They were in a vast foyer with a marble floor, a sweeping stone staircase and a lofty ceiling festooned with swags of cobwebs. An eerie sound arose, climbing the scale in liquid, wavering leaps as the operatives walked forward through the low-lying fog.

"Somebody's got a theremin, but they don't know how to play it," Orlly commented.

"Oh . . . yeah. Right," Muldersen said. "I knew that. We'll probably trip over a bucket of dry ice any minute."

Both men looked up at the loud squeaking sound.

"Is that what I think it is?" Orlly asked.

"Yep," Muldersen said. "It's a giant bat. Headed right for us."

The agents ducked instead of automatically pulling their weapons and blasting away. The shrieking, flying mammal swooped on the men before rising to the ceiling again. Muldersen and Orlly peered into the shadows of the rafters, but could see no sign of their attacker. Abruptly, silver-blue light flared to life, illuminating the entry hall like a full moon.

"Who has come to slake my thirst?"

The agents looked to the top of the stairs. A tall woman stood there, long of leg, generous of bosom and shoulder, with dark hair that fell to the small of her back. She was dressed in an abbreviated, colorful bathing costume affair such as superheroes favor. It was blood red and skin tight, cut up the sides to her tiny waist and cut down the front to her navel. The plunging vee nearly bared large gravity-defying breasts, seemingly weightless despite their mass, and a tall collar flared up around her neck framing pale, perfect features. She was shod in knee-high boots with five-inch stiletto heels and shiny silver cuffs encased her forearms from wrist to elbow.

"This is an odd time for a boyhood prayer to be answered," Muldersen muttered.

"What?" Orlly said sharply.

"I said, holy crap, it's Elvira."

Orlly frowned at his partner and addressed the woman walking down the stairs. "Good evening, ma'am," he said. "My colleague and I work for the F.B.I. We'll be happy to produce identification, if you like. Would you mind if we ask you some questions?"

Muldersen looked at the young man incredulously. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm finding out if she saw something unusual," Orlly said.

"She IS something unusual," Muldersen said. "I don't think we should stick around here."

"I don't get you," Orlly said. "I'd think this was just the sort of thing you're always hoping will happen when we're assigned a case."

"Absolutely right," Muldersen said, as the woman came closer, seeming to flow down the steps. "But I thought we'd agreed this was phony, that somebody was having an early Halloween. Let's get going."

Muldersen looked up at the dark beauty on the stairs. "It's late," he said. "You probably want to get dinner started. We'll come back in the morning."

The blonde man grabbed his partner's arm and pulled him toward the door. They ran smack into two large men standing almost directly behind them. The muscular pair took hold of the agents and neatly disarmed them. With uncanny strength, the newcomers turned the operatives to face the woman again.

"Please be my guests," she said in her alto voice. "Now that you are here, ve can start dinner. Karul and Shon vill show you to the dining room."

The big blonde man with fierce green eyes manhandled Agent Muldersen into a room that would more properly be called a hall. A table thirty feet long ran down the center of the chamber beneath heraldic banners hung from smoke blackened beams. As his abnormally strong captor forced Muldersen's head down to the table, he caught sight of Agent Orlly being similarly treated.

"Wonder what's on the menu?" Muldersen said.

Orlly met his partner's vivid blue eyes. "The department scuttlebutt is true. You're out of your fucking mind."

"NOW you lighten up?" Muldersen said incredulously. "We're about to become vampire kibble, and you finally decide it's okay to curse on the job."

"Shut up, and tell me how we're going to get out of this, Mr. Spooky Muldersen."

"Unless you've got pocketful of garlic or maybe a cruci-. What? What is it?"

"I am wearing a crucifix," Orlly said.

"Well, how nice for you," Muldersen said. "Can I borrow it sometime?"

"Gentlemen," their hostess said. "I am Countess Liv, Queen of Darkness and I vant to drink your blahd."

Muldersen couldn't help it. The bad Bela Lugosi impression was the last straw. A guffaw burst from his lips and it was a few moments before he got himself under control.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm a little hysterical."

"Don't vorry about it," Liv said. "I von't really suck your blahd."

"I never thought you were going to," Muldersen said.

"Karel and Shon are going to bite you," Liv continued as if the agent hadn't spoken.

"Wait!" Orlly called out. "Why are you doing this?"

The Queen of Darkness looked a little surprised. Then she opened her scarlet lips and spat like a cat between her gleaming fangs. "Because ve are E-vill," she pronounced. "That and ve have a plan. Vould you like to hear it?"

"Yes, very much," Orlly said.

"Oh . . . Vell, um, ve call it Plan . . . 69. Yah, that's it, Plan 69. Ve vill use it to conquer the Earth, er, I mean, mankind and make you our cattle." Liv put her hands on her hips and threw her head back. "Hahahahaha."

"Why did you laugh?" Orlly asked. "Was that a joke?"

Countess Liv looked confused. "No it vas not a joke. First, I announce of our intention to take over the vorld, and then the evil laughter. I did it correctly."

"And cheesily," Muldersen added.

"Silence," Liv hissed. "You seek to delay the inevitable. Soon you will be one of us. Karul! Shon!"

The agents' captors opened their mouths to reveal wicked looking fangs.

"Nice caps," Muldersen said. "Who does your dental work?"

Muldersen was thinking that the prosthetic fangs looked very real indeed, when fur began to sprout from Shon's skin. The big man's face elongated into a wicked snout, as he lunged for the agent's throat. Muldersen struggled wildly, but his human strength was no match for that of a creature like a werewolf. The man's head was pushed to the side and he felt hot breath and drops of saliva on his neck.

Muldersen could see Orlly again, but the sight of his partner brought him no joy. Agent Orlly was held fast in the arms of the dark man pressed against his back. The young agent's captor lowered his face to the curve of Orlly's neck. Muldersen saw a twinkle as the fine gold chain broke and the small cross fell to the floor. An instant later, twin trickles of scarlet threaded a path down the column of the boy's throat. Orlly's eyelids fluttered and his head fell back to rest on Karul's shoulder.

Karul's hands strayed over Agent Orlly's body as he sipped the intoxicating liquid that welled up from the incisions. The acids in Karul's saliva that kept Orlly's blood from clotting entered the human's veins where it acted as a powerful, euphoria-inducing aphrodisiac.

Muldersen was startled when the first moan escaped his partner's lips. It nearly distracted him from the sharp teeth sinking into his flesh. Shon's canines came together in the agent's throat and the man heard the beast swallow noisily. The werewolf, for Muldersen did not know what else to call it, pressed eagerly against the agent as it licked his neck.

Muldersen could feel the hard ridge of the monster's arousal burning like hot metal through the fabric of their clothing. The werewolf pressed closer, hunching against the man's thigh as it lapped at the blood seeping from Viggo's torn throat. A shudder ran through Shon's transformed frame and he abruptly released his captive. Muldersen fell back against the table in a daze.

"Look at him," Countess Liv said, coming into view from Muldersen's left. "Is he not beautiful?" she asked.

With one hand, the woman was scratching the ears of a golden beast that was swiftly resuming a humanoid shape. With the other, she pointed to Muldersen's partner.

Karul's fangs still penetrated the young man's flesh as the vampire boldly caressed the agent. One of the big man's arms encircled Orlly's chest, his fingers tweaking a nipple through the layers of cloth. Karul's other hand gripped the agent's cock through his trousers. Agent Orlly gave every indication that he approved highly of this treatment.

"Well, at least he lightened up," Muldersen said just before a spasm locked all his muscles, leaving him stiff as a board for about three seconds. "What the hell was that?" he panted.

"The Change begins," the Countess said as wolves howled outside the castle. "Listen to them," she said.

"Let me guess," Muldersen groaned. "Children of the night. Right?"

"The children of the night," Liv said with a glare at the blonde agent. "How they sing."

Orlly whimpered and the woman turned her attention to the young man. "Karul," she commanded. "Stop vhat you are doing immediately."

Karul pulled his hand from under the agent's waistband. His coal-dark eyes burned with a wild fire as his gaze met his Mistress'. "Let me have him," Karul said.

Liv bugged her eyes and stared at Karul from under her brows. "He iss not for you," she bared her fangs. "Move avay from him."

Karul and Liv got into a short-lived hissing contest that ended when the Countess raked the air with her inch-long, crimson nails. Karul cringed back, retreating to the shadows.

"In a moment, the virus will change their blahd and I vill control their minds," Liv said. Putting her hands on her hips, she threw her head back. "Ha, ha-"

"You won't really control their minds," Shon interrupted. "They'll simply be in a highly suggestible state."

Liv's blue violet eyes rolled in their frames of heavy black liner. "Vhat's the difference?"

"Well, one implies that you have supernatural powers, while the other . . ."

"Qviet!" Liv said sharply. "Scientist nerd. If I didn't need you to keep the ship running . . ." The Countess broke off in mid-sentence as a strangled howl broke from Muldersen's throat. "Ah," she said. "The Change is complete. Shall we leave them to it?"

Shon nodded and gestured to Karul to follow as he trailed the Countess from the hall.

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Muldersen opened his eyes and sat up. With short, sharp turns of his head, he quartered the room for the source of the delicious smell that had wakened him. Raising his chin, Muldersen sniffed the air, the enticing scent wafting to his nostrils and sending a signal straight to his groin. A low rumble emerged from the agent's throat as he stretched luxuriously and tossed his tawny mane. He was male, he was in his prime and he detected the fragrance of a mate on the wind.

Orlly groaned and lifted his head from the table. He felt weak as a newborn as he propped himself on his elbows and waited for the world to stop behaving like a carousel. The young agent strove valiantly to regain his equilibrium, but he was experiencing some sort of sensory overload: colors were deeper, more vivid; sounds were richer, smells more intense. He suspected that he had been drugged; causing the hallucinations that had seemed so real. His lingering euphoria evaporated swiftly when he became aware of the growling noise.

Muldersen's keen gaze fastened on the boy lying on the long table. That maddening scent was coming from the slender supine figure. Agent Orlly's name and every other detail that Muldersen knew about his partner flashed briefly through his mind before being swallowed up in an incandescent blaze of lust.

"Muldersen?" Orlly said doubtfully, as his partner stalked toward him.

By some trick of the silvery light, Muldersen's eyes, blue as a Siberian husky's, glowed as though lit from within. That was not what bothered Orlly. It was the way Muldersen was looking at him that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Orlly's partner was eyeing him like a shark that's just nudged a swimmer. Apparently, Muldersen had decided that Orlly would taste good.

The young agent scrambled backward on the polished mahogany as Muldersen leaped lightly onto the table. Orlly's eyes widened at the speed with which his partner came after him. Muldersen pounced and landed astride the young man, their faces inches apart. Orlly stared into the other man's eyes and saw nothing familiar in them.

Sudden fear sent a gust of Arctic cold through the young man's veins. In desperation, he pushed at Muldersen's chest and was astounded by the strength at his command. Still, it was not enough to dislodge his partner. The blonde's bared teeth grew ever closer to Orlly's throat.

"Muldersen," Orlly said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Can you hear me?"

The only answer was that deep purring rumble. Orlly became aware that Muldersen was rubbing their groins together in an unmistakably suggestive fashion. The young man was so shocked that it was a moment before his brain caught up with his body's response to the overt stimulus.

Muldersen's growl deepened as Orlly's hips moved, maintaining firm contact. The blonde let more of his weight rest on the boy, forcing Orlly's shoulders to the table. When Muldersen leaned in, Orlly lifted his head and sank his teeth into his partner's neck. To the young man's astonishment, he sheared though flesh and cartilage as though it were cheese. A rush of hot liquid flooded Orlly's mouth and he swallowed reflexively.

No vintage had ever gone faster to Orlly's head, dispelling the freezing cold. The agent felt dizzy and exhilarated, as though he could fly if he wanted to. Eagerly, he gulped down another mouthful. The acids in Agent Orlly's changed saliva that kept the blood from clotting entered Muldersen's bloodstream as a powerful and euphoric aphrodisiac. Added to the lust that already simmered in the senior agent's veins, it drove Muldersen into a frenzy.

Orlly bucked as the other man clawed at his clothing. Muldersen's nails were amazingly effective, shredding his partner's suit like tissue paper. The more flesh that was bared to his eyes, the more frantic Muldersen became. The bulge of his erection looked as if it could burst the seams of his trousers at any moment. Desperately, Orlly bit at his partner again, getting his fangs into Muldersen's shoulder.

The narcotic saliva had distributed itself rapidly in Muldersen's bloodstream and the liquid that filled Orlly's mouth carried the aphrodisiac back to him. The young agent could feel a change occur like the pins and needles sensation he associated with returning circulation. A blast of heat melted his will like wax in the sun leaving him tingling and pliable. Whatever this drug was, it was incredibly effective.

Muldersen buried his face in the neck of his suddenly acquiescent partner. Orlly moaned as his colleague licked, nibbled and kissed his sensitive skin while rubbing their groins together. The young agent cried out as Muldersen took hold of his hard cock and squeezed rhythmically. Orlly's breathing grew labored as the other man suckled like a pup at his nipples while rapidly pumping his stiff shaft.

Muldersen insistently caressed the young man's pulsing arousal as he worked his own free. The blonde's erection sprang up from its golden pelt straining toward the hot tightness of Agent Orlly's sheath. A willing participant now in his ravishment, Orlly grasped Muldersen's buttocks and molded their lower halves together.

With a frantic whine, Muldersen pushed his partner's long legs wide apart, sank his claws into the soft inner thighs and shoved his nose into the pungent crack of Orlly's perfect ass. Orlly thrashed against the smooth surface of the polished wood as Muldersen lavished the attention on his tongue on the small, scrunchy opening. The blonde licked tirelessly at the furled aperture, drooling copiously, running his long tongue into the musky ring.

Satisfied with the glistening appearance of Orlly's egress, Muldersen raised his head. Taking hold of his partner's slim hips, Muldersen yanked the young man toward him. Throwing Orlly's legs over his broad shoulders, Muldersen grabbed his own cock. A gleaming glob of spit dropped from the agent's lower lip to the head of his stiff shaft, coating it.

Neither man remembered that they were sworn officers of an investigative arm of their country's government. Neither recalled any moral, ethical or legal objections to the activity in which they were now engaged. Neither was even aware of his own name. All either knew was how much he wanted to join, to merge, to be one with the other. The only goal was the elusive, shimmering promise of completion.

"Now," Liv said, staring intently at the two by three meter screen of the observation deck. "Now the circuit is complete."

Shon slipped his headset down around his neck, passed his palm across the utterly blank navigation panel and turned his attention back to the subjects. His tests had convinced him that the indigenous life forms could easily produce the amount of energy needed to get them off this backwater planet.

However, the navigator did not understand why the captain had insisted on fabricating such an elaborate facade. Shon would have simply snatched the humans, injected them with the drug and left them alone. Or, better yet, snatched them, injected them and used the anal probe like everybody else who got stuck in this provincial quadrant of the galaxy.

When Shon had complained to the pilot about the captain's tactics, Karul had replied that Shon had no imagination and that's why Shon would never have his own ship. Shon shot a glare across the cabin at his crewmate.

Karul ignored the navigator's sulk and watched the primitives mate, grateful that fate had provided two attractive subjects. The pilot found humans remarkably appealing for a race with only two sexes and a deplorable proclivity for limiting themselves to the male/female combination. The pair he was watching seemed to lack that prejudice. Not that it would have mattered, once the drug took affect.

Karul could not have cared less if Captain Liv's methods earned them a reprimand. So what if they had chosen to appear to the humans as something other than the Fleet-approved-standard skinny, big headed, bug eyed, hairless midgets? It had been a welcome break from the tedious routine of seeking out unstable stars and obliterating them. Karul discreetly adjusted himself as he became absorbed again in observing the energy production process.

Muldersen pushed the spit-shiny knob of his arousal through his partner's lower port. Orlly's hands shot out and grasped Muldersen's forearms in an iron grip as their gazes locked. The blonde bared his teeth and flexed the hard muscles of his buttocks. His big cock slid another inch into the reluctantly yielding flesh and Orlly's nails tore his skin. Orlly's heels dug into Muldersen's back, urging him on as the long shaft forged ahead. As the blunt head rubbed across the young agent's prostate, Orlly gave an ecstatic yelp.

A subtle humming noise pervaded the deck of the ship and several featureless panels began to glow. As the hologram of his steering bar appeared in front of Karul, the pilot exchanged a glance with the captain. The golden-haired subject thrust and the dark-eyed one cried out again. Shon's overhead displays flared to life and stabilized into crystal clarity.

No one said it aloud, but the amount of energy and the speed with which it was being generated was extraordinary. Shon was going to have to admit that the captain had been right. Involving the subjects emotionally was much more efficient than simply extracting energy in a clinical setting. Once Fleet Command saw the evidence of this recording, they would have to consider changing their policies toward contact with humans. Karul certainly hoped so anyway, as he surreptitiously fondled his arousal.

Muldersen sank his length in the hot velvet vise as his partner rose to meet him. Orlly's mouth sought his and Muldersen felt the small sting of a fang against his tongue. The blonde drove harder into the sleek creature pinned beneath him, angling his thrusts to provoke the moans and whimpers he craved.

Orlly's hands dropped to the table and curled around the beveled edge. His fingers clenched and relaxed on the wood as Muldersen's stroke increased in speed, strength and depth. The young agent's buttocks lifted from the glossy surface, meeting each stroke ardently, engulfing more of the long rod.

Orlly's rigid cock slid against his hard belly in a patch of its own moisture with each pounding thrust, but the stimulation was not enough. He reached for his aching cock, but Muldersen's hand was there first. Orlly's back arched into a bow as his partner squeezed his hard length and began to pump his fist.

Orlly's climax was so all consuming that the young agent froze at the peak of the crest, blind, deaf and dumb, the breath stopped in his lungs, a shout of bliss stuck in his throat. Muldersen kept thrusting, burying his shaft in the incredible tightness that massaged every inch of his length. Orlly's release seemed to go on and on, in wave after wave until his partner finally came.

Muldersen threw back his head and bayed his pleasure to the rafters as his seed shot out deep in his mate's body. Orlly shuddered as another climax rippled through his groin at the sound and his sphincter tightened around the base of Muldersen's cock. The sated shaft pulsed in the narrow sheath and Orlly whimpered.

"I'd like to stay for the next show, but the cells are fully charged," Liv said. "Karul, get us off this primitive planet."

"Aye, captain," Karul said, waving a hand at the steering bar.

"What about them?" Shon gestured to the screen.

Liv hid a small smile. "They'll be fine," she said confidently. "Now, navigator, do you think you can chart a course for us that doesn't include a close encounter with a power-sucking black hole?"

Two nano-seconds later, the sky above Ariel's Acres, Myrbeeville, Pipers Grove and damn near the entire area of Okinay County, Nebraska was lit like a hundred Fourth of Julys. Instead of fading, the light gathered itself into one eye-searing ball of brilliance and rocketed out of Earth's atmosphere.

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Orlly woke just as the sun went down. He stretched and put a hand on the steering wheel while turning the key in the ignition. It wasn't that odd that he and Muldersen would fall asleep during a stakeout, but damn he'd had some weird dreams.

The young agent glanced up automatically at the rear view mirror and felt a shock when he did not see himself reflected in the glass. All the events of the previous evening played in his head on fast forward, but he assimilated it easily. When he reached the part where he wantonly expressed his lust for his partner, Orli felt his cock stir curiously. The arousal didn't alarm the agent in the least, but wakened a pleasant anticipation.

Orlly pulled up his collar, hiding the two small pink scars. He smiled a secret smile, his elongated canines making little indentations in his lower lip as he glanced at his partner sleeping curled up in the passenger seat. Things were going to get interesting in about an hour when the full moon rose.

The End