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Solierre forced himself to close his muzzle, sealing his lips and gulping frantically to try to keep the tide of semen from jetting out from his nose. The pressure inside of him wasn't quite as bad, now, but it still took all of his willpower to hold that fountain back. There was nothing he could do about the geyser shooting out from under his tail.

He tried not to think about that. He had to see Marcel, to find a way to tell the lizard to run.

But when he twisted around again and saw Marcel looking right at him, Solierre couldn't form a thought beyond his humiliation. The young priest had seen Solierre dripping cum before, had revived him earlier that very day after being orally raped, but the lizard had never seen the rabbit like this. There was more sperm outside of the bunny than in now, all of it flowing back to him and pooling around him in the earthen basin he was stuck in, but he was still stuck perched on top of his deflating belly with Turick's cum splurting in messy ropes out of his ass, leopard urine plastering much of the bunny's fur down against his skin. The sight would be branded in the lizard's memory for the rest of his life.

Gritting his teeth, Solierre somehow managed to roll himself back onto his feet, though there was still too much semen inside of him for him to lift his spherical belly out of the sticky mess he was wading in. He was at least able to turn himself around and hide the fountain of semen between his rump cheeks under the surface of the growing, off-white pond.

Turick was almost to Marcel now, plodding forward with lewd, lethal intent, but after meeting Solierre's tortured eyes for a second longer, the lizard turned his gaze back up to the leopard's face. The reptilian priest had an expression Solierre had never seen on him before. He looked angry.

"Put that down, Marcel," Turick growled, gesturing with both an arm and a black-scaled tentacle toward the hastily mended ice staff in the lizard's paws. There was a faint glow coming from the staff's clawed end, a subtle white light surrounding the crystal shard hovering there. Colem had been right. Marcel really could wield magic. "We both know you can't do anything with that besides piss me off."

Marcel lowered his eyes toward the ground between them, and though his angry frown softened somewhat, the glow around the staff's horn claw began to grow more vibrant in the evening twilight. "Well then," he murmured quietly. His knuckles shifted, fingers tightening around the staff. "We'll be on equal footing in that, at least."

The staff's pale blue glow blossomed even brighter, and for a wonder, Turick hesitated. The huge leopard actually took a worried step back.

The staff glowed brighter still, and as the sun set completely, it replaced the faint, ambient gray light with that eerie pale blue, making the semen around Solierre glisten with surreal glimmers. Marcel looked up and met Turick's eyes. "Let me take Solierre away from here, and I will leave you in peace, Turick." He was trying to look confident, but there was an edge of uncertainty in his expression, a hint of pleading in the demand.

Of course the leopard picked up on it. Turick's serpent tail was smirking down at Marcel, and the leopard himself shook his head with a loud laugh. "You never were any good at bluffing, Marcel. You're too honest. I always liked that about you, but now..."

His musclebound bulk dashed forward, then, as fast and sudden as a bolt of black and golden lightning. Marcel was ready, though, holding his staff out, snowflakes fluttering out from its end and drifting toward the ground. Turick ran straight into the freezing aura and hissed in pain, his snake tail hissing along with him. His momentum carried him straight into the lizard priest, and they tumbled over the ground a few strides down the hill with the staff pinned between them.

When they stopped, they were standing several meters apart, but Solierre couldn't see Marcel past the hill's sloped edge, only the icy aura rising from the lizard's staff. Turick's upper body was in easy view when the leopard stood up, even though the two of them were standing at the same level. The big feline had a paw held protectively over his other arm, the fur there crinkling with frost under his palm.

Even while nursing his hurt shoulder, the leopard lashed out with his tentacles, but those were soon recoiling, too, one after another, as they each got too close to the lizard's staff, a pale glaze of frost shimmering over the dark scales. Turick growled. He snarled. And he started backing up.

The leopard angled himself back up the hill, though, moving once more in between Marcel and Solierre as the lizard began to nervously advance. "I'll make you a counteroffer," Turick growled through gritted teeth. "You leave right now, Marcel. Take that staff with you, and nothing else, and I'll let you live."

Marcel didn't turn away, taking another step toward the leopard, but he was nodding slowly, looking up at the feline's face optimistically. "If you weren't still somewhere in there, Rick, you wouldn't even give me the chance. You've never wanted to hurt anyone. This...this disease..." He shook his head, holding his staff out to one side and giving the leopard an imploring look. "It's out of control right now. But there has to be a cure for it, magical or otherwise. Even if there's not, I know you're stronger than the curse. We've been friends for most of our lives, Turick, and you've always been one of the strongest people I know."

Solierre couldn't see Turick's expression, then, but he could see the black fey serpent sweep forward beside the leopard's body, head tilted downward to glare murderously at Marcel. "The ant," it hissed, "cannot be friends with the foot." It was the first time Solierre had ever heard it speak. Its feral voice wasn't suited to it, a quiet squeal underlying the hiss and threatening to break out into a full shriek with each syllable.

The snake lashed forward at the lizard priest, but Marcel was ready, bringing his staff up in the same instant and planting its glowing, clawed tip right in front of the serpent's left eye. It reared back, and its shriek erupted in full force, making Solierre's ears flatten back over his cum-slathered head.

This time Marcel pressed his advantage, rushing forward and swinging the ice staff at every tentacle that darted in to try to catch him, and for a wonder, Turick continued retreating up the hill. The big leopard tried to hold his ground, but every time one of his tentacles was dusted with more frost, he took a step backward, keeping distance between himself and the lizard.

Marcel didn't stop until Turick's back was to the rocky ridge behind the shallow basin in the hilltop. The two of them were standing right next to Solierre. It was one of the only times the rabbit had seen the leopard fully flaccid and sheathed, his penis hidden and tucked away inside that enormous, furry pouch. "Fight it, Rick!" Marcel pleaded. "You don't have to give up. It's not too late."

"I've tried fighting it, Marcel," Turick said, his shoulders starting to slump. When he looked to the side, though, and caught sight of Solierre's face sticking out of the leopard's semen pond, the rabbit neck deep in his cum, the leopard shuddered. His sheath twitched, and he turned back toward the lizard. "I just don't want to anymore."

His tentacles and tail all swept forward at the same time, attacking the priest from every angle, and Marcel gasped, only able to raise his staff to ward off a pair of lunging tendrils. He rolled to the side to get away from the serpent tail, but the other two tentacles caught his arm and leg. He was able to twirl the staff in one hand and strike those two tentacles, one after the other, with two bursts of snow flakes, and they recoiled, letting him go. The lizard tumbled onto his side, trying to roll back to his feet, but the first two tentacles were there again, and Turick was striding toward him. He barely got his staff up in time to ward off the tentacles. The lizard didn't have time to evade the meaty, yellow fist that closed around his neck.

When Turick lifted him off the ground, though, the lizard grit his teeth and thrust his staff into the leopard's face.

Turick roared out and dropped Marcel, staggering backward and hitting the short cliff behind him, then thumping down to his knees on the rocky ground. He covered one side of his face with his paw, but Solierre could see the spiderweb of frost crinkling his fur in a broad circle around his hand.

The leopard glowered furiously at Marcel, who stood hunched over with the ice staff held defensively in both hands, trying to catch his breath. "Let me take Sol," the lizard tried one more time, his voice hoarse, "and--"

Turick sprang at him. He ignored his tail and tentacles entirely, barreling forward and grabbing Marcel around the middle, twirling the lizard in both arms even as the staff's clawed end dragged a freezing line of ice down his bicep. With the lizard facing away from him, Turick hugged Marcel forcefully up against his chest, standing and carrying the green-scaled priest's feet off the ground.

Marcel had his arms free, though, and reversed his grip on the staff to jab it back into Turick's side. The leopard roared again, but he didn't let go. His tentacles flailed behind him, pushing him away from the rocky ledge, and he stumbled forward, but never loosened his crushing hold around Marcel's middle.

The circle of frost in the leopard's side bloomed outward, and his snarls and roars grew louder still. He kept one arm around the lizard's belly, forcing the young priest back against his own abdomen and sheath, and with his free paw he grasped at the staff between the lizard's hands.

A tentacle swung forward from Turick's other side and pummeled into the side of Marcel's head, stunning him. In that instant, Turick wrenched the staff out from the lizard's grip and threw Marcel forcefully to the ground. Then, taking the ice staff in both of his oversized paws, the leopard turned and swung it as hard as he could against the rocky cliff behind him.

The claw shattered on that first impact, fragments of it raining down into the cum pooling around Solierre, but Turick wasn't done with the staff. He kept raining blows against the cliff's face, over and over, snapping the staff in half in a dozen places before throwing the last two broken fragments as hard as he could down the hillside. He stood there motionless, then, hunched forward and huffing, and the frost on his fur reflected the late evening twilight. Even now, that frost wasn't melting, and there was a lacework of white-crusted bare skin marring his pelt everywhere the magic had struck him.

But it was over. Turick turned back toward the lizard on the ground next to him, his thick member already starting to peek from his sheath. He bent down and hefted Marcel into the air by the lizard's tail, and the four tentacles sprouting from the leopard's back slid underneath Marcel's smock and trousers, frost-covered black scales gliding against warm green ones and making the lizard shiver. Then all four tentacles tugged in opposite directions.

That quickly, the lizard priest was naked, dangling upside down in front of the predatory feline. Turick's shaft flopped in front of his balls as it spilled from his sheath, and Marcel locked his eyes on it, shaking his head.

Groaning, Turick shifted his paws to the lizard's slender thighs, keeping Marcel held upside down and moving the lizard's face above the leopard's rising shaft. The green reptile started thrashing desperately, pleading with Turick to stop, but soon the leopard's tentacles had Marcel completely bound and subdued.

"Goodbye, Marcel," the leopard muttered simply before shoving the lizard downward, the feline's firming shaft rising to meet Marcel's face at the same time. There wasn't any strain this time, Turick's urethra simply opening wide and surrounding the lizard's entire head in a single instant, squishing up against Marcel's shoulders, then past them.

Solierre couldn't bring himself to look away at first, but once Turick began his meal, the rabbit found he couldn't watch any longer. It was over. Marcel was done for, and Turick would be all too ready to fill the rabbit back up with the lizard's melted remains in just a few short minutes. The bunny reached up to his face to wipe semen out of his eyes, but only wound up smearing more into his fur.

His ear twitched where it drooped in front of his face. Turick's cum was all over it by now; Solierre hadn't bothered to keep his ears perked and out of the cum he was practically swimming in. Slumping, defeated, he watched a long rope of sperm drool down from his drooping ear tip toward the twilit surface of the rest of the semen. His ear twitched again when the lump at the bottom of that cum rope plopped into the pool's surface. That had sounded more solid than the rest of the cum covering him.

Reaching a paw out dully through the morass, Solierre felt his finger graze across something hard. He lost it for a moment, but a few more slow swishes through the slime made his knuckle bump against it again. Closing his fingers around it, he lifted it out of the cum pool and squinted at it in the dim light, trying to clean its surface off with paws even more cum slathered than it was.

There was a loud squelch from beside the shallow basin he stood in as Marcel's hips and the thick root of his tail squished into Turick's growing erection. Solierre barely noticed. A spark of irrational hope lit in him when he realized he was holding Colem's frost shard in his paw. It must have rebounded off of the cliff side and stuck in the fur of Solierre's ear when Turick broke the staff.

But even if the staff was still whole, it would have been useless to Solierre. The dormant crystal shard in his paw was just a pretty rock. With a bitter, silent laugh, the bunny wound his arm back and threw the frost shard away from himself. Only, the stupid thing was stuck by the slimy cum webbed between the rabbit's fingers.

He slumped again, his chin dipping into the cum sloshing around him. What was the point? Shaking his head, he started lapping at his paw, and when his tongue caught the frost crystal, he just swallowed the damned thing down with the cooling semen in his mouth. Maybe he could conjure a tiny spark of magic to freeze Turick's cock the next time the leopard raped him.

A wet shluck sounded from nearby, Marcel's feet and tail tip disappearing forever from view. Solierre saw it happen in his peripheral vision, but he didn't look over at the leopard when Turick let out a satisfied groan. The rabbit just stared at the cum in front of his lowered muzzle, trying not to think about Marcel at all. Thinking that at least the lizard had escaped Turick's curse unscathed had been one of the rabbit's few comforts, but now... Now he just felt empty, and in more ways than one.

As smooth as the lizard's scales were, it took him no time at all to get slurped the rest of the way down into Turick's right testicle, his solid shape filling out the dangling orb. Turick leaned back against the cliff face behind him, his tentacles propping him upright as he let out a long sigh. "Ahh. That's done with, then." The huge male turned toward Solierre, grimacing as the movement made the frost covering parts of his body crinkle. Soon, though, the leopard's wince turned to his familiar, eager grin, and he was stroking slowly over his immense erection. "Now then. Where were we?"

The leopard stepped to the edge of the semen filled basin, crouching down and crooking a finger toward the rabbit. "Come here, Sol."

Solierre looked up slowly, his eyes catching on the squirming bulges Marcel made in the leopard's ballsack, resting lightly on the rocky soil between Turick's crouching thighs. The rabbit didn't move at all for a few long moments, but eventually, he started trudging the short distance through the clinging soup of cum surrounding him, his shoulders and chest rising from the pool as he climbed the gradual slope toward the leopard.

"Good bunny," Turick praised, reaching down once Solierre was close enough and wrapping his paw around the rabbit's cum-slathered ears. Solierre immediately reached up to grasp at the leopard's wrist to take most of his weight off of his tortured ears as he was lifted.

Excess semen sloughed off of the rabbit's feminine body as it was revealed to the moon and starlight, as slender and streamlined as it ever had been. While Turick was busy fighting and consuming Marcel, Solierre had finished leaking the last of the cum from underneath his tail. He was sealed up tight again, now, if still sore and battered.

"Just look at you," Turick murred deeply. "You're perfect, you know that?"

Solierre didn't respond. He just clung to the leopard's wrist, staring blankly at the middle of Turick's chest. There were still flakes of frost glazing the fur on the leopard's side. Vaguely, Solierre wondered if that hurt the leopard at all, still.

"Look at me, Sol," Turick commanded, and taking a deep breath, Solierre did as he was told, lifting his eyes to meet the feline's grinning face.

The rabbit's expression was as empty as he felt inside. Slowly, the leopard's smile faded, changing very gradually from eagerness to something more somber and reflective as he looked into the rabbit's distant, unfeeling eyes.

They just stared at each other like that for nearly half a minute, and it was Turick who broke eye contact first, staring instead at the semen filling the basin in front of his feet. "It's too much for you, isn't it?" he finally murmured.

Solierre turned his eyes downward, too, seeing the huge pink erection wobbling in front of his legs, but not really noticing it. Slowly, he gave Turick a dull nod.

There was an awkward silence between them, the serpent tail hovering to one side and eyeing the both of them inquisitively with a frost-lined frown. Turick ignored his tail, though, letting out a long sigh. "It was too much to hope for, I guess," he finally murmured. He lifted Solierre a little higher and gave the rabbit a sad smile. "You're not like me, after all. Not even enough to make a proper pet." The leopard's free hand closed around the rabbit's calves, pinning his ankles together, and Solierre blinked down at the feline's shaft when he felt its firmly spongy crown press up against his feet. His ears tried to perk within the leopard's fingers when the snug heat of Turick's urethra surrounded his broad toes, slipping halfway up to his heels before stopping him with a firm clench.

When he looked up again, the leopard met his eyes with that sad smile, and his lower paw dragged up the rabbit's legs until he was cupping Solierre's plush bottom, the semen matting down the bunny's fur slathering over the leopard's hand, as well. "I'm going to miss you, Sol," Turick told him, giving his ass a firm squeeze, and the bunny sank half a foot deeper when the feline's erection gave an excited clench. Turick looked toward the stars beginning to glimmer in the night sky, groaning as he let go of the rabbit's ears and closed both paws around the little male's bottom, one cheek to each hand, and began kneading furiously at the sticky mounds. "Gods, how I'm going to miss you..."

Solierre gave his head a short shake, trying to dredge up enough panic to at least try to escape. If he got Turick to pull him back out, though, he knew what the leopard would do to him instead. The bunny looked down at where his thighs were now stuck inside the feline's bulging urethra, unable to bring himself to so much as squirm. He didn't want to get raped again. He didn't want to see any more of his friends get melted down like he and Marcel were about to be. He didn't want to die, either, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to fight back.

Another firm clench, and the leopard's gaping cum slit was dimpling the lowest curves of the rabbit's buttocks, pushing the round cheeks up to either side of his short tail. Turick gave his rump one last, possessive grope, then tucked the bunny's arms down against the smaller male's sides, pinning them in at Solierre's hips until the rabbit's paws were caught inside the leopard's snug urethra. Then the feline dragged his paws up Solierre's sides to hold the bunny's face between his palms. "You're still mine," he told the rabbit. "You and Marcel both, now. I'm not going to paint the hillside with you two." He leaned in, close enough that Solierre could smell his cinnamon-spiced breath, close enough that the two of them were rubbing noses together. The leopard closed his eyes, his lips brushing across the rabbit's as he spoke. "Once you're all melted down, Sol, I'm going to drink you. You and Marcel are going to stir and swirl together, and I'm going to guzzle you both straight from the tap. I promise, I won't let a drop spill."

Already, Turick's cock was up to the rabbit's chest, the bunny's big feet slipping past a snug internal barrier and beginning to push and stretch at the inner lining of the feline's left nut, and as Solierre was tugged down up to his shoulders, the leopard shuddered. "Gods, Sol, I can feel your heart racing. There's nothing to be afraid of." The leopard's paw swept Solierre's ears back and pinned them against the back of his neck, using a thumb under the rabbit's chin to lift his muzzle skyward. "You're going to be a part of me forever."

The doomed rabbit could feel Turick's other paw stroking up and down the thick flesh wrapped around his side. The leopard's cum slit passed the bunny's shoulders and slowly tightened, sealing itself around Solierre's ears and neck and leaving only his face free.

He paused there as the leopard's shaft clenched, gripping tightly around the rabbit's entire form down to his legs, which were forced to bend at the knee and kneel inside of the feline's sack. Turick's hand caressed over the side of the bunny's face. "You're nothing now, Sol. There's nothing at all on this hill but me, and that's what you're about to become." Letting out a long, lust-fueled groan, the leopard closed his entire fist around the rabbit's face, blinding Solierre with his palm while his fingers and thumb gripped around the bunny's skull. Then, in one forceful push, he shoved the last of the rabbit into his erection.

Turick's paw jerked back just before his member could catch his fingers along with its rabbit meal, leaving Solierre with one last view of the stars above him, framed by the narrowing outline of the leopard's cum slit right in front of his twitching nose. The sky vanished, though, when the leopard's serpent tail swept in front of his cock's tip. As the snake opened wide and began to wrap its mouth around the fleshy pillar, the last thing Solierre saw--the last thing he would ever see--was the inside of the dark fey's ravenous maw.

Then he was getting gulped steadily in the other direction, able to hear nothing but wet squelches from every direction, feeling the serpent's mouth surrounding his head and upper body while it could.

It didn't take long for Solierre's entire body to curl up inside its final resting place. He hugged his knees to his chest, shivering despite the cramped chamber's extreme heat. His weight had him slipping onto his back, laying curled and belly up inside Turick's testicle with so little space around him, the semen that had already been inside that chamber was already up past the level of his head. There was air in the testicle, if only a little bit, swallowed down along with the bunny, but he had to squirm and wriggle about to push his nose past the cum's surface so he wouldn't drown in it.

As snug as the flesh surrounding him was, there was extra pressure writhing against one side, the rabbit's weight keeping him resting right next to Marcel's chamber. He couldn't see the lizard, or anything at all, for that matter, but he could feel Marcel pushing fitfully against him through the twin linings of the testes encasing them both.

Exhausted by his ordeal, Solierre pushed a paw weakly back against the jostles at his side, and Marcel's struggles went still, a roaming pressure meeting the bunny's paw. "Sol?" He could actually hear the lizard's voice, if barely. The rabbit's ears were under all that semen, and it was so much thicker than water. But he could still make out Marcel's voice, however muffled it was. "Sol, is that you?"

He could only press back against what must have been the lizard's hand. "I'm so sorry, Sol," Marcel told him. "I'm so, so sorry I couldn't stop this. I couldn't do anything." Not all the words were coherent through the sludge filling the bunny's ears, but he heard enough to piece together what his friend was trying to say.

He couldn't respond, of course, not beyond pushing a little more firmly against the pressure of the lizard's hand, but that was enough. Marcel didn't say anything else, either, not for a long while. Solierre began to worry for his friend, but he could feel the lizard's hand staying steady and firm against his own paw.

The chamber around the rabbit began shifting, swinging steadily back and forth and splashing semen all around him. Turick must have been thrusting into his tail's reptilian throat, the unwilling passengers in the leopard's shaft swinging forward and back between his legs. Sure enough, Solierre could feel the shape of the leopard's thigh squeeze in against him with every pass. He kept having to snort sharp breaths out to clear his nose of the cum splashing over his face.

"Oh gods, I think it's happening," the rabbit could hear from Marcel, the lizard's voice distant and distorted when it wasn't drowned out entirely by the wet, messy squelching and glorping coming from every direction. "My scales..." Marcel didn't say anything else, but Solierre could feel him squirming about once more.

How long would it take before the bunny began melting, too? He'd only been inside the leopard's balls for half a minute or so, but it hadn't taken very many minutes for the others' outlines to begin softening. Would he even have enough air to survive that long? Did he even want to?

He couldn't stop himself from wondering how it would happen. His fur would probably fall out first, but would his skin start melting after that, or would the more vulnerable exposed flesh of his nose and inner ears and tailhole begin to liquefy before then? Would he still be alive to feel his organs transform into semen? Would he be able to feel his bones softening? Was that what was happening to Marcel at that very moment?

Growing dizzy from lack of proper air, Solierre pushed again at the shifting, wriggling pressure from the poor lizard beside him, and Marcel's struggles gradually slowed so that he could push back once more.

Then a different pressure groped at Solierre's other side, Turick's huge paw reaching down to fondle over the bunny's outline. The shapes of thick fingers closed around the rabbit's shoulder and squeezed, lifting the entire nut around him until he was pinned up against the solid shape of the leopard's groin, then dropping him abruptly, letting his weight tumble down and splashing cum all around him even more. He thought he could feel the same thing happen to Marcel beside him, and he was soon getting molested again through the stretched flesh and hide of Turick's sack as the leopard continued to squeeze and caress himself while his tail sucked him off.

The cramped ceiling cinched tighter over Solierre's knees and face while the chamber around him seemed to swell ever so slightly. A tentacle had just wrapped itself around the top of Turick's balls, unless the bunny missed his guess, squeezing and forcing the sack to bulge even more obscenely around its captives.

The leopard's paw was back against the rabbit's side, pushing him forcefully into the other testicle beside him. The monster was using both hands to squeeze his balls together.

"S...Sol?" Marcel's voice came one last time. "Sol!" It wasn't an agonized or terrified shout, however. Through the cummy soup sloshing and gurgling around the rabbit's ears, he thought there was a note of urgent excitement in his friend's voice. "Sol, stay right there!" As if the bunny had a choice, with Turick grinding the two of them together.

There was a sudden chill deep inside of the bunny's form, centered in the middle of his belly and beginning to radiate out in tendrils of cold that seeped through his chest and pelvis, out through his arms and legs. He gasped, then coughed, choking on semen. His eyes shot open, then snapped shut again, stung by the slime covering them.

The frost shard!

Solierre couldn't use the thing himself. No one could, not without a proper staff. Something to hold it and contain its magic, something that had been attuned with magic already itself...

Solierre had spent the last two days being altered by Turick's supernatural, cinnamon musk. Attuned, if not to the frost shard specifically, then at least to magic in a general sense. The shard was inside him, now, and even though that didn't do him an ounce of good by himself, he could feel the pressure of Marcel's desperate hands against his side. Gritting his teeth from the cold, he pressed himself against his friend's hands as much as he could.

Ever so slowly, he felt the semen around him begin to freeze solid.

The oversized paws pressing them together dropped them abruptly, and the coil looped around the leopard's balls released at the same time, letting the bulging sack dangle freely, but the chill was keeping Turick's scrotum drawn tight. Solierre could hear a pair of hisses from outside, but the cold didn't lessen. It only grew more unbearable, the cum around him keeping him encased and trapped in a solid, icy shell. He and the frozen semen swung forward and back, bounced up and down as Turick began walking, then running, but it only grew colder, and colder, and colder still. Solierre was afraid his heart would stop beating at any moment. Nothing was colder than the shard inside his own core, and he was the conduit for the chill blooming out from that tiny crystal.

He couldn't breathe, he suddenly realized. His lungs weren't moving, and not just because the semen trapping him was too solid for his chest to move inside of it.

A roar from beyond the frozen sperm faded into a distant, muffled wheeze. Then the world began spinning, tumbling chaotically. Solierre couldn't guess what had happened, but he was twirling and jolting and bouncing with constant impacts changing the course of his blind tumble. He heard a crack like a tree exploding, then another, and then, suddenly, he was weightless, plummeting straight down until--

Pain erupted around him, the pain of a long fall and a sharp, uncontrolled landing, and the frozen semen burst apart in every direction, leaving Solierre gasping naked under the stars. He couldn't move at first, but as the cold inside him receded to a more natural chill, he found nothing was keeping his arms and legs tucked in against his body any longer, and he slowly, achingly rolled onto his hands and knees to struggle up to his feet.

Big, broken shards of pearly white ice was all around him, and in the dim starlight, he couldn't make out their shapes at first. When he did, he almost threw up from the shock of it. Those shards were all pieces of Turick, fragments of what was left of the monstrous leopard. The big feline must have started running down the hill only to become frozen solid, and all that chaotic tumbling had been him rolling down the hillside, his tentacles and limbs shattering as they connected with solid trees. Then the final drop: a fifteen foot ridge at the base of one side of the hill that ended in flat rock, where Turick's body must have landed balls-first at the bottom.

A shuddering form beside Solierre let out a weak groan, pushing itself out of the frozen shell broken around it like a baby bird breaking free of its egg for the first time. It was Marcel, covered head to toe in semen that had somehow remained liquid and unfrozen, only...

Solierre paused with his arm half outstretched toward his friend. That wasn't semen. It was Marcel's skin, glistening as smooth as glass and pearly white under the moonlight. His scales were gone, melted entirely from his body from head to toe, leaving pale skin so smooth and glimmering, Solierre was afraid at first that the lizard was now made entirely of cum and would dissolve the moment something touched him.

The rabbit placed his paw on the lizard's back nonetheless, and was relieved to find Marcel's body fully solid. His skin wasn't even sticky. It felt like supple silk, slippery and smooth under the bunny's palm.

Slowly, Marcel stood up straight, head and shoulders taller than the rabbit, and looked around himself in astonished horror. "It worked," he muttered dully, turning his eyes toward the bunny. "But how...?"

Solierre could only shrug and pat his flat belly, then pantomimed swallowing something. "The frost shard?" Marcel asked, and the rabbit nodded.

He was abruptly caught up in the lizard's scaleless arms, embraced in a desperate, trembling hug. "You saved us, Sol. You saved us." Marcel was crying, he realized.

But then again, so was he.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them using the other for support as they tried to recover, but they jolted apart when someone nearby cleared their voice.

"Not to sound ungrateful..." It was Colem, the golden retriever's face and shoulders jutting from an icy tube. It must have been the base of the serpent tail, broken clean off of Turick's frozen backside. Evidently the snake had a stomach of its own, and it hadn't been nearly as fast at digesting its prey as Turick's genitals, even if clumps of his sandy yellow fur were missing from the haggard canine mage's pelt. "...But would one of you kindly come over here and save me, too?"