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Disclaimer - There's a lot to be offended about crammed into a very small space here. If weird transformation erotica isn't your thing, I advise your read literally anything else. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Hydration Station

You smack your lips as you walk through the seemingly endless hotel hallway. The air in here is nothing if not dry and your throat is starting to feel a bit scratchy.

But, as convenience would have it, the door near the elevators has a sign taped to it that reads "Hydration Station" in large blocky letters.

You turn the handle and push through the door, expecting to see an empty room with a water cooler.

However, most of the room is filled by a wall of emerald green scales. As the door clicks shut behind you, six massive heads on sinuous necks peer down at you, each connected to the body of a huge, four legged beast splayed out against the far wall, tail snaking along the edges of the room. Its blade like talons clench and unclench as its heads turn to each other and exchange worrying grins.

Each head of the luminous green creature is slightly different, some with boney ridges, others with curled horns, and one with a flared hood like a cobra. They all move independently, but in a graceful way, like watching seaweed drift about under the tide.

You're fishing around behind yourself for the door handle as the heads surge forward across the empty carpeted floor of the room with their long, muscular necks. You wince, bracing yourself, but instead of pain, you feel hot breath puffing against you from every angle. You open an eye and glance down to see the head with curling goat horns snuffling at your chest through your shirt while others sniff in at your arms and legs. You can feel the warm force of their breathing through your clothes.

The handle of the door presses into the small of your back as the cobra head nuzzles against you like an amorous feline, its head larger than your entire torso. Two other heads on either side of you open their mouths, revealing finger sized fangs before their thick tongues slide out, slipping up the sides of your thin white shirt and soaking you with quickly cooling spittle.

You can't help but giggle as the heads continue to press in against your weakly raised hands, sliding their massive tongues over your body. One of the smoother heads hovers in front of you, long neck undulating. It turns to the side and winks at you with a huge luminous blue eye before pressing the front of its glossy muzzle against your lips.

It's not a kiss, per se, but the sloppy lick does pull up your lips and you can taste the creature, its warm flesh accompanied by a strange, almost minty tingle. It's so overwhelming that you melt into the strange embrace as the other heads continue to nibble and lap at you through your clothes. Your entire body feels warm, and that mentholated flavor feels like its seeping through your body. You lick out experimentally, tongue barely pushing past the edges of the smooth head's lips, but they seem to like it nonetheless, slathering your face in feckless, sloppy strokes.

But then it all stops. You wonder why before the heads all push in as one, your heart hammering, fear at the sheer size of the beast making your pulse thud in your ears. They all open their balmy maws and surge forwards. You wince, their fangs clamping down, but there's no pain. Instead, they've each latched onto a loose ruffle of your clothes. As they pull back, you can feel the fabric strain against your body before it's torn off in the same way one might rip the wrapping paper from a gift.

You're left there completely in the nude, arms wrapped around yourself, the air suddenly much colder against your glistening body, still damp with hydra slaver.

The heads all make eye contact with each other before two of them bump forward roughly against your back, causing you to stumble forwards in surprise. You're about to protest, turning back to them, but finding all of the heads looking past you. You follow their gaze to between the creature's massive, tree-trunk-sized thighs. The hydra reaches down with a clumsy forepaw, nudging the edge of its plump labia, stretching the glistening, taut green skin, revealing a hint of pink between the edges.

You breathe in, and a minty tingle runs through you, your eyes fixed as the creature spreads its talons and runs them down either side of their bared feminine cleft. A head gives you a shove from behind, toppling you onto your hands and knees. Every breath makes heat fizzle through you, your face inches from the edges of their plump labia.

You're overwhelmed, but the hydra leaves little to the imagination. The head with curled horns snakes over you, snuffling down your lower back before lapping out, sliding down the crack of your ass, making a moan to escape your lips as you arch your back, body clenching. As you look up, you can see two heads pairing off, sliding their slippery tongues into each others' maws as others wait, looking down at you intently.

They're waiting.

They want you to join.

You groan as the tongue behind you presses in, circling around your ass.

You certainly don't want to be rude.

You reach forwards, fingers trembling as you trace along the edge between thick scales and slick, pulsing flesh. Their whole body shudders, each long neck quivering above you as the tongue behind you slides up your back. You slide your hands up, reaching the crown of their cleft, fingers sliding in against the thick nub of their clit, your breaths coming in ragged heaves as the head behind you nudges you closer.

It's hypnotic, drawing you in as you take a deep breath and then let your tongue slide out, cheeks dividing their folds, feeling them tense and quiver as you lap at their exposed pussy. The heads hiss out in pleasure above you. Thick talons wrap around your body, dragging you closer, their salty tang and minty musk enveloping your senses.

You can feel their excitement, but also, their frustration.

You grind your face against their looming orifice, tongue lapping out, feeling their flesh pulse against you. Some of the heads lean down and start lapping along the sides of your body in enveloping strokes. Two others entwine their necks before their muzzles meet in eager, lapping kisses. Their thick tail flicks impetuously against the walls of the room. You grind against their exposed passage, lost in the sensation, the hot slickness coating your face as the rest of your body glistens with their affection as well.

The claws around you squeeze tighter, making you stiffen up, your cock pulsing underneath you. The head lapping at your ass pauses before surging forwards, grinding at your asshole as their lips press against your rump. Your moan is muffled by their quivering flesh. The talons grasping around you pull your face tighter against them, grinding your cheek up and down against their pussy, using your body to pleasure themselves.

Then the head behind you shoves in, tongue spreading your ass wide, a twinge of pain replaced by lances of hot white pleasure surging through your body. They clench, pussy fluttering before relaxing, the edges clenching in before they shove your head roughly inside of them. Their inner walls grasp around you, squeezing at your face and neck as the world goes dark, the only sound the pulsing of their heartbeat all around you.

You squirm out in surprised pleasure as the massive maw behind you swabs around your exposed ass before nudging you in further, the edges of their pussy squeezing tight around your shoulders. You writhe as you slide deeper, pulled by talons, nudged by the hungry muzzle. There's a brief moment of fear as you wonder how you're supposed to breathe, but it fizzles out almost immediately, replaced by an overwhelming sense of comfort.

You feel needed and protected, but also desired. Pleasure tingles through your body every time they clench around you, muscles undulating in waves as you sink in up to your waist. Every one of your writhing motions is matched by their own as they clench around you, the thrumming of their heartbeat throbbing in the back of your mind.

Your body quakes and jerks as the muzzle behind you presses in harder, tongue squeezing out, wide forked tip just barely stretching inside of you. Then, with a grinding slide, you're sucked deeper inside of them, your cock pulsing wildly as their muscular walls squeeze it against your body. It's all moving faster now as they envelop your legs, the slick hot tongue lapping over the soles of your feet until those too are pulled inside and your entire world is clenching heat undulating all around you.

Your body seethes with pulsing warmth. Your skin feels molten, like clay on a potter's wheel as they continue to grind in at you from every angle in the slick wet darkness. Your bones creak and pop, your legs squeezed together, merging into one muscular mass. Your jaws ache, creaking forwards. Your head throbs. And the fleshy walls squeeze tighter and tighter until you're unsure where you stop and they begin.

But then other feelings join the physical ecstasy. You can feel a tongue entwining with your own.

No, that's not quite right.

You can feel a tongue, and the tongue it entwines with: both at the same time.

You can feel both the hydra's clenching heat around you, but also feel yourself clenching down as the heat wriggles inside of you.

And they're all so eager.

Ideas flutter around inside your creaking skull.

What are you going to look like?

What's your personality?

You certainly are energetic!

They can feel you, and you can feel them feeling you as your face presses up against something like a warm stretched tarp. Your muscles thicken, but also simplify, limbs pulled against your body, bones crunching together as your spine thickens, but also becomes more and more flexible, making your writhing all the more pronounced.

Something continues to push you against the dark, yielding wall until you feel something give, like you're pushing at the side of a balloon. Your jaws creak, somehow given new definition as you feel scaly skin writhing all around you. Your lips part, nostrils flaring into existence, fangs bared as you're pressed up, spine creaking longer and longer as you take your first breath, emerging between the other heads.

The clenching continues around the lower half of your body as you feel the familiar slick warmth of six tongues sliding all around your monstrous reptilian face.

Their jubilation is contagious.

Your yellow, slitted eyes flutter open, and you see the six heads staring down at you, the one with curled horns licking across the tip of you muzzle. You can see yourself through their eyes as you twist, trying to get a better view, newly forming neck creaking out. You can see the base of your neck emerging, emerald scales gleaming.

You're adorable.

The consensus is overwhelming.

Your partners lap in at the sides of your head as your scales pull out into sets of ostentatious frills.

How cute.

How fetching.

Your new frill flutters out, the closest you can get to a blush as the head with the cobra hood, makes eye contact with you. They snake forwards and press the front of their muzzle against your own. Your nostrils flare as you feel their breath puff against you. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as the other heads cheer you on, some entwining around you, others lapping up the sides of your powerful neck as it creaks out longer and longer, strong and sinuous like their own.

Your tongues entwine, your fleshy tines mashing up against their own as they trace along your gums. You press forward as well, licking at the slick roof of their maw as the others all weave and squeeze in around you both.

But they want something else as well, enough to make you reluctantly slide back from your first collective kiss. The one completely glossy and smooth head presses in above you, gently angling your neck down. You're not sure why until you see where they're directing you. Before your muzzle lays your glistening slit, and you can feel it as you all clench, their excitement fizzing in the back of your mind.

Your nostrils flare at the end of your muzzle, frills perking up as you draw in the scent of your lust. Your tongue traces along your lips, watching as your glossy edges quiver. The other heads loom just above you, guiding you down, nipping at the frills on the sides of your head.

You moan as the front of your muzzle bumps against the edges of your labia, a shiver running up your neck. You can't help yourself as you lap out, tongue sliding up, dividing your folds and then grinding over your taut clit.

Every head quakes in pleasure, some hissing out with delight. Two slide down beside you, tongues flicking out and teasing up the edges of your slit, encouraging you to take another lick, and another, pressing in harder every time.

You all clench down, pussy squeezing and relaxing in spasmodic waves before your tongue slides inside, and you all feel the slippery fulness twisting inside of you.

It's overwhelming.

You feel it yourself, but it also echoes back and forth between your partners in a cacophony of lust, each head enjoying the sensation slightly differently. You press your muzzle forwards, burying your wide, slick tongue deeper into your torrid depths, tail flicking against the walls of the room in a quickening rhythm.

But right as you've almost lost yourself in lust, something interrupts your activity.

All seven heads look up as the door creaks open and a confused young man walks into the room.

You grin as you snake forwards along with the other heads.

He looks thirsty . . .