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'BLFC Room Party' by Amethystine (Sample 1)

{A story initially based upon a picture by Lilt, which was given to me by Forth. That was before it all spiralled out of control, as always!}

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WARNING / DISCLAIMER: This story contains subjects of an especially strange and sexual nature. Do not read of you are under-aged or made uncomfortable by fetish material. Be prepared for sex, ample absorption, copious conjoinment, much merging, M/M, M/M/M/M, M/FF, F/F, TF, partial CTF, partial ATF, partial BTF, cocksnakes, cocknagas, twincest, somewhat hyper endowments, rather hyper ejaculations, some minor cumflation, excessive pre, soft deathless pleasant vore leading to absorption/merging, size-transfer, muscle-growth, etc (So, all-in-all, the usual weirdness written by Amethystine!) The author takes no responsibility for any offence or unease caused by the material found within, you have been warned.

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Story, Ame, ArachNed and AcePrion (c) Amethystine

Prescott (c) Forth

Peyton is a co-creation of Forth and Dejen-Lemur

Anna & Condi (c) Menagerie

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[PARTS ZERO & ONE]

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Zero

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Greetings, dear reader.

First, I thank you for your kind attention, heaven knows there's more things to do than to read one naga's Fusion Convention report. Do people even still write these? Perhaps it's something of a practice from a bygone era. Still, so many people asked me to give them the whole story, when they heard a few humble hints of what had happened, on that weekend in October 2021, or saw one of the pictures from my party.

Who am I to disagree, and deny them the knowledge they crave?

And so, the following is one python's attempt to recount from his own recollection, and that of his friends, the events of that one night.

Everyone involved is happy to have shared their part of story. It brings further connection to others, which is a key tenet of the whole Fusion fandom, as you probably know! You're sure to be part of it, yourself, if you're reading this now.

In any case, I shall attempt to recede into the background, as much as possible, rather than prattling on about my own private feelings and perception.

Enjoy!

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One

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With a low-pitched electronic *ding* a pair of metallic doors slid open, revealing a tender moment of affection.

Two male mammals, a marten and a mouse, were mashing mouths.

Kissing! The cute critters both seemed to realize they were no longer in an enclosed space, blinking back to awareness of their surroundings.

The black-and-white furred mouse blushed while the blue-and-white marten grinned and tilted his head to suggest they proceed in their journey to the rodent's room.

Prescott strode out of the elevator, feeling fabulous, and frisky, followed by the shorter fellow.

It was Saturday night at BLFC - that's Biggest Little Fusion Con - in Reno, Nevada. More precisely, the pair of mammals were in the hotel attached to the convention centre.. but close enough. Giddy and with a budding erection hidden in his shorts, the Newfoundland pine marten glanced back at the rodent who would soon be more 'rod' and less 'ent.'

CTF.

When arranged thus, those were the three sweetest letters, to Prescott. Even though not everyone at the gathering of merging-enthusiasts liked CTF as much as this marten and his newly made mousey mate, they all knew what that initialism stood for: Cock TF. Specifically, the fusion of a living being so they became part and parcel with the package of another.

Not just that, though. Prescott was on pins and needles to have found someone else who seemed to be so very into the idea of _partial_ CTF, too. And, one who wanted to be the guest upon the marten's body, as well!

Partial CTF is to have the transformation terminate so that the creature conjoined with the cock will retain a resplendent ratio of their original, appealing form. You could say the one becoming part-shaft was like a cock-taur, but the effects were deeper than some sort of half-and-half mundanity.

This was going to be Prescott's first time as the host, for any kind of this most blissful of body-blending.

Of course, the blue-furred con-goer had spent some time as a blue-furred cum-spewer; his upper body mostly appearing the same before the lower portions of his body gave way to veiny, turgid flesh. He had been in that most pleasurable position with a cervine host a handful of times. The handsome buck had been a most caring lover - who was actually a shapeshifter that thought a large stag was a most fitting owner for the lusty mustelid member. Of course, Prescott had been shrunken down somewhat.

As his bare blue paw-pads hurried along the carpet of the long hotel hallway, he glanced back at his scurrying companion. Soon to be his 'cum-panion', he thought to himself, with a smirk that turned into a wide smile. "Not far now, little guy."

He considered how seldom he could say that about anyone else, as he was usually the 'little guy' around everyone else. The mouse was around three feet tall.. which was truly very very LARGE, for a dick. The marten was only just about four feet, himself. He just.. he really wanted to play host to a living, moaning, drooling shaft-person, without shrinking him down. The mouse's legs would be subsumed, that mass probably pouring into Prescott's pouch - plumping up his balls to a state that would suit the relatively huge girth of mouse-maleness. Without his lower half.. or rather, with his lower half replaced by the marten's member, Prescott estimated his RODent would be a little over a foot and a half long, which suited him just fine.

No matter what happened, it would all be amazing, he was sure.

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A high-pitched electronic *beep* preceded the opening of the door that belonged to the mouse's room.

Into the medium-sized suite, the marten and mouse tumbled, in a tangle, barely able to keep their feet under themselves.

If a typical attendee at Biggest Little Fusion Con were to have glanced at them as they slunk together into the darkened room, they might have assumed the two were already beginning to merge together, front-to-front, hands sinking into chest or side, panting lips locking or at least linking and stretching.. or noses tingling as they knit together.

But no, the two had simply begun to make out again while leaning up against the door. The mouse had paused to fumble around in his pockets for his room's keycard, and the marten had leaned down to steal a kiss, and..

Things had devolved quickly.

When the mouse had whispered, "I really wanna be your cock," to the marginally larger male, it had set Prescott aquiver, again. It had been just like when the black-and-white patchwork quilt of a cutie had turned on his bar-stool to whisper into Prescott's ear, saying the same thing, but slower, and without the 'really'.. but _with_ some slowly sliding little furless fingers furtively slithering into the marten's shorts-clad crotch. The mouse had stroked the sheath he had found, in that lap, and had murmured something about wanting to stroke it and himself to completion, at the same time.

It had been an amazing thing to hear. Prescott had already had his fun as a shaft the night before, and all day today, had found that the con seemed to be full of dominant host types, who wanted to claim smaller or 'weaker' species to be some part of themselves. Anyone who was more submissive and wanting to be a bodypart had already been taken, or was already there with someone who had brought them [had they travelled in their dom's pants, to save on travel costs?].

Perhaps subs weren't the type of people who came to cons alone! It would stand to reason. That's why he had been in the hotel bar: a prime location to mingle, to find someone to hook up with, surely the last literally unattached people would be there? And if not, if he really would end up alone, he could drown his sorrows there.

That wouldn't happen, though! No sorrow! He was happy to become someone's shaft again, or someone's tail. Maybe he would go to one of those room parties where one large host tried to absorb as many people into as many bodyparts as possible. While he had no affection for being someone's bicep, to be in a body with so many others sharing sensations, it would be lots of fun.

Not the fun he had his heart set on, but fun all the same.

Miraculously, the exact flavour he had sought had landed squarely on his tongue, metaphorically speaking.

This mouse, goodness! He was perfect.

He was a rare dommy cock wannabe. Or, at least, a power-bottom.

[Then again the term 'power-bottom' made him think more about AssTF at such a convention, but Prescott knew he was digressing to think such a thing.]

Just the mouse's mentioning of wanting to stroke himself off, it told Prescott everything he needed to know: it would be partial and the mouse's arms would retain their mobility and control up to the crashing crescendo of climax.

To hear the rodent repeat his initial proposal in that lustful moaning, when they were almost into the room, it set him down that mental path again, imagining the intensity of the intimate integrations of two individuals, and his shaft had shot out of his sheath, as if eager to meet the mouse who would soon join with it.

The amount of alcohol in the marten's bloodstream was also at a sweet-spot: enough to make him readily accompany the rodent back here, to his room, but not enough to impair his motor skills or stem his libido, or the blood-flow that came with it.

With both of them peeling apart, the mouse took two steps back and turned on the light while deftly closing the door with a sweep of his cargo-pants-clad leg, while Prescott stood there, admiring the attractive monochromatic male.

The baggy gray cargo-pants somehow suited the mouse's build, but the eye of anyone looking at the shorty was truly drawn to his exposed chest. He was slim and trim, but the eye-catching thing was the pattern that was only somewhat obscured by the vest he wore on his upper half.

Since fusions fell under the umbrella of 'body-modification', it was very common to see people at the con with various mods, like extra arms or legs (or could those have been from people deeply fused to their friend?), as well as clearly modded tauric arrangements, and the very common practice of fur colour or pattern mods - which was also seen with scales or feathers, obviously.

The mouse seemed to have had a tasteful bit of abstract art added to his chest and belly. It was symmetrical, and it followed the contours of his body, so it seemed almost like it could have been a natural occurrence until one noticed how intricate it really was. His arms and legs were black and his hands and feet were 'white-gloved' and 'white-socked.' The black of his arms and legs seemed to melt and flow into the otherwise white expanse of his torso, forever fading into a central point, as if the middle of him was feeding on the darkness.

Prescott was getting the best look of the evening at that pattern, since the mouse was taking the vest off. The marten lost sight of his new friend while he whipped his own t-shirt up and off, and his view of the littler lad returned to see a large hip flask being withdrawn from one of the mouse's cargo-pockets.

"Oooh, don't you have enough liquid courage in your system yet?" Prescott teased.

To be honest, he hadn't seen the mouse drinking, even if the other man had had a martini on the bar in front of him.

"I need my medicine. For what we're gonna do," the rodent explained, as he opened the top, then began to chug it down.

The uncapped container gave off a distinct smell as soon as it was opened, which only got stronger as the mouse gulped it down. A potion! Of course, something to let the fusion take place.

"Oh, yes! You're the best, coming prepared.. for cumming."

With a grin on his muzzle, the marten shimmied his lithe hips out of his shorts and gripped his throbbing erection, all pale blue flesh and pre, already. He could just imagine shoving his modest manhood into the mouse, feeling it getting stuck after just one thrust or two, feeling it take root, and begin to germinate and propagate out through the rodent's body, subsuming all of the smaller male to become his massively augmented anatomy.

He couldn't wait, head tilted back, a dreamy look on his smiling face, his eyes closed.

Prescott could have just gotten off, then and there, via his hand and thoughts of what was to come, alone. Just thinking about CTF while jerking off had made him erupt many times before and it would help him along many times in the future, he was sure.

But for now, he had the real thing! He tried to calm down, to savour the actual moment, the here and the now, and the handsome little mouse.

The 'Newfoundlander' opened his eyes and looked down, and gasped, gripping his 'little pine' tighter.

His lover-of-the-evening was still drinking the potion down with one hand, but his other had popped open the snap-button that topped the fly of his pants, and had unzipped the heavy, baggy things. They had simply fallen to the floor without any effort on the part of the short man. Prescott's gasp hadn't been for the disrobed state, though. It had been because the mouse's revealed balls were amazingly large!

He knew mice had legendarily prolific breeding habits, but..! Wow!

Prescott thought it was hot, but he didn't know how to take the idea of his future cock having a more impressive package than he himself. Then again, he would soon co-opt it all, making it part of him.

The pine marten watched further and his eyes bulged, seeing the mouse testes engorging further, as if the potion was draining directly into the twin reservoirs, causing them to fatten and droop with the added liquid weight.

Maybe that was the point? Maybe part of this potion was a bit of pre-TF, making the mouse's balls enlarge, so his legs could fuse into them, making the orbs huge. Then Prescott would only need to shove into the half-changed rodent, to link into him, claim him, to easily be imbued with all that had evolved upon the mouse's small but potent body.

No matter what, Prescott's hands were upon himself; one always on his cock, the other idly rubbing his denuded form. He had hastily kicked his clothes away, watching his bodily-partner-to-be for the long seconds of anticipation. A stream of pre dribbled out of the marten's member, his excited heartbeat clearly seen in the throbbing of that pale flesh.

The mouse's sheath bulged larger via the potion-caused growth but the rodent's own rod did not reveal itself. The mouse was apparently calmer than he had seemed at first. Could he have been nervous, and flaccid because of it? The eager and seductive sex-organ-to-be had _not_ seemed nervous to Prescott, at all. Not in the bar, and CERTAINLY not in the elevator, or in the hallway since then.

Finally, he fully drained the flask and took a breath, before burping cutely, with the paw holding the flask coming up to not quite cover his buck-toothed snout in time to be properly polite. "Heheh. Sorry. The instructions were to drink it all as fast as I--ooohhh!! Ooohhmmmmm~~"

The mouse dropped the flask and gripped his belly and his sheath, folding forward slightly, as if gripped by a tummy-ache.

By the sounds of it, the most pleasurable belly-ache ever.

"But.. what do I do?" Prescott asked, a little frantic. He had pulled his paws away from his penis, trying not to stroke himself to completion before the real fun even began. But, if the mouse was going to devolve into a moaning, groaning mess, the marten knew he had to get the pertinent information out of him, quick. "Ned? Speak to me, Ned!" Prescott pried, to no immediate avail.

Surely he would just have to get behind him and shove..!

That thought was lost as the mouse squeaked loudly and sprang up, his posture going past erect to thrusting his hips forward as his actual erection finally made itself known.

Only, it wasn't an erection.. not exactly.

If you caught it out of the corner of your eye, you might have thought the mouse was ejaculating a thick stream of dark cum, straight out of his fat sheath. The size of his balls would have lent credence to the idea of such a massive surging rope of seed. The sounds that the short mammal made and the way his tail whipped around in paroxysms of potent pleasure, you'd believe the idea of him having a hypertrophic and erotic expulsion of essence, but what shot out of him and past Prescott was.. a massive snake.

The marten wondered if the potion had gone wrong somehow. Did they have expiry dates? What sort of strangeness could come from an expired bit of alchemy? And.. how much fun might it be?

Coloured reddish brown and gold upon its back and with deep fatty cream defining the underside, the serpent had no scales, just turgid cockflesh, run through with thick, pulsing veins. The lack of scalation was hard to see, though, given how fast it moved out from the mouse's sheath. The smallish male staggered backward, into the closed hotel room door, almost as if propelled by recoil, from the intense outward firing of his immense cocksnake. He squeaked and swore and moaned, seemingly gripped by orgasm. His body and the growth it went through was an ejaculation of sexual augmentation itself. His balls swelled impossibly as he slumped onto his ass, cock-coils still streaming outward.

Meters of maleness had flopped onto the ground already, and further phallic feet flowed out under the mouse's hands, as if the sheath was entirely bottomless.

For his part, Prescott nearly came, watching the wild display of what had to have been the most awesome fusion, some time ago. The shock of it and the instant analysis that the marten began in his mind kept him from jerking himself to completion, just from watching the insane introduction of this new exciting element. He was imagining such a sexy scene which must have led to this happening, now. The mouse must have swallowed this snake down, somehow, to have it as a cocksnake, now. Had this tiny, mysterious man consumed a constrictor at the con? Was the mouse capable of vore, like that? Had he.. COCK-vored him? Or sheath-vore? Images of this cute little rodent preying upon this python, to make it into this monument of maleness now, it was another reason Prescott almost came. What a delicious reversal of the normal snake-and-mouse dynamic.

Realization hit Prescott: maybe he would become prey, too. Could this cocksnake devour him?

Fuck, he hoped so!

The outward and outlandish orgasm of the ophidian organ was coming to an end. Prescott peeled his paw away from his own pale prick to peer around for the python's head. He turned around to find it already lifting up to gaze at him, at his eye level. The unblinking reptilian shaft was heavily drooling pre from his snout, much like the more meager meat at Prescott's waist. The marten's mouth went dry, face to face with the predator.

Then he blinked.

"A--Ame?"

The serpentine sex smiled and flicked his tongue. "Took you long enough."

As if on cue, Ned began to moan again, and the cocksnake throbbed, noticeably.

Too fast, upon his initial emergence, the snake's snout had shot past Prescott's view, and was then disregarded for the spectacle that had been the black and white-furred mouse's spasming and rapturous squeaking and groaning. That groaning returned now, as the ludicrously long member pulsed and thickened, all along its length. If the marten had seen the snake's face, he might have realized it was his friend, Amethystine, sooner.

But he knew it, now.

And knowing that, he realized..! Oh! The mouse, named Ned! Ame's friend ArachNed, that little monochromatic spider, that's who this mouse was. The snake had recruited the spider, turned him into a cute rodent, all to spring this little trap on him. Prescott laughed, asking, "What.. what're you two doing here? You told me you couldn't make it to the con, this time?"

"Aww, you know I wouldn't misss this Fuse-Fessst for the world!" Ame hissed, "Wild horsssesss couldn't drag me away.. unless they made me into their cocksss~" The python cooed to his friend, his tone tempered by the pleasure of his growth. He was a limbless cocksnake and as long as his naga form, but his girth was lacking. Ned moaned as his body pumped the python's form fatter and fatter. Prescott knew just how intense it was, being the storehouse of so much stored mass and energy.

However Ame had been placed into Ned, there had to have been a dense deposit of potential, compressed down deep. Someone had once explained it to the marten by calling it a battery. And while that extra energy is hidden away, over-charging the host's battery, it really livens them up. The mouse had been really energetic in his pursuit and seduction of the marten, to put it lightly. Looking back on it, he almost could have guessed that Ned was juiced up in that way.. but he had no baseline of what this 'new mousey friend' was normally like.

"What, you, as the shaft belonging to more than one horse at a time?" Prescott asked, taking Ame's snout and slender, throbbing neck into his paws, stroking the end of the extreme-length cocksnake. He could see the whole floor around him blanketed with cock-coils, which were all pulsing in mesmerizing waves. The veiny, brown and gold flesh was expanding, the sight and smell of it, intoxicating.

"Yeah, I was imagining myself with four tails-- mm!-- and each leading into the sheath of a quartet of-- ahh~!-- hunky himbo centaurs. If I had that at home--hhgh-- then I wouldn't have come. Ohmm! But I didn't, so I came here.. to get you." As Ame spoke, he let out soft grunts and sighs of pleasure and spat out thick globs of pre, leaning his head into the pale blue, soft furry touches.

His head had grown considerably, and with another loud series of groans and moaning from Ned and Ame at the same time, the cocksnake officially became a nagashaft - arms throbbing into existence and peeling free from the slender upper body humanoid frame that had pulsed and throbbed its way into reality.

Taking a moment to look back at the mouse, Prescott went wide-eyed, seeing how much the rodent had grown, his body having been pumped up to be capable of supporting the massive member he sported. Most impressive of all were the roughly basket-ball-sized orbs in the glossy black sac between his thick thighs. They lay there in his splayed lap, under the gargantuan sheath that housed the awe-inspiring AmeCock. The pink of Ned's penis-flesh was on full display for a good number of feet before the python's patterning and colours crept into the sensitive, veiny skin.

From behind the observing prey, the slinky predator slid his arms around the marten. The limbs were still subtly growing with pumping pulses of blood running through their somewhat veiny mass. The pre-drooling snout dribbled onto Prescott's shoulder as it whispered: "Watch thisss~" The way the nagacock held his friend, the pine marten could tell he was meant to keep his eyes on poor, bliss-drunk, hunky-bodied Ned.

Seemingly doing so idly, to kill time, Ame rubbed his sensitive upper body against Prescott's blue fur, the creamy chest of the 'reptile' corresponded to the front of Ned's cock, after all. Near the tip. The prime frottage zone.

Ned's eyes rolled back in his head and he began moving again, rolling his hips up away from the base of the door, where he had come to rest. His toes splayed and tightened, curled and flexed. He panted, murmuring, "Mmm, Ame.. I need.. I need.. let me.. let meeee..!"

It had been obvious before, but this brought it into sharp relief. Ned hadn't cum. Perhaps Ame had slithered straight into his little mouse shaft, had merge-moved into his body. That would have been intense, when they had set all this up. But, Prescott reasoned, taking the naga into himself would have left him so very needy. He couldn't have had release while the snake body was sinking into his sheath, the actual avenue in his anatomy would have been gone, subsumed into the process. And then if he had been sealed shut, only to be unsealed by the potion that unleashed the python in front of Prescott, a few moments ago, he would have been unable to cum, denied his outlet, all this time.

And the re-growth of Ame hadn't resulted in a climax, either! The marten had been here to see that nothing of note had come [or cum] forth, so far.

He couldn't imagine just how needy Ned was, how much pleasure the mouse had been made to endure, without any release.

This just had to be his kink.

Ame chuckled, rubbing his snout against the side of Prescott's muzzle, surely driving Ned mad with the oh-so-sensitive glans that was his whole head.

The studly mouse writhed and pleaded further, too stimulated to do anything but sit there and grope at himself, hands on his body, his chest, his neck, his feet trying to rub at the huge trunk of his mythic-sized AmeCock, or his movement-impeding balls.

Roughly eight meters of shaft lay on the floor of the hotel suite, grinding around against itself or the carpet below. Prescott only knew it had to be about that long, for Amethystine's true form was a touch longer, at nine meters.

"Hmmm, soon, Ned. Soon!" Ame said, in response to the massive mouse, before he sent a heavy ripple through his coils, which wrenched on the dick-root, deep in Ned's sheath.

The monochromatic male moaned and gripped with hands and feet, at his serpentine shaft's base. "Oh! No! Not yet! Just a moment more!"

Again, Ame pulled on himself, and Ned gasped, leaning back, shouting in pleasure - but frustrated pleasure. Blocked bliss, the marten who watched it all could just tell.

A wet sound of shifting, morphing flesh filled the room, and it was time for the mouse's body to throb and tremble. Most notably, his balls shuddered, but they were just one part of the symphony of shrinking.

All over, Ned compressed inward, as his cock, Amethystine, stretched the connection between them. At first, Ned's butt slid along the ground, pulling him away from the door, but thick veiny coils slapped down over him, to keep him in place. Moaning as his mass was sapped from his swollen form, Ned's excess size and virility were pumped into the python via another transformation.. or perhaps this was still part of what the flask's potion had caused? Was it possible that Amethystine had built in a trigger wherein he could yank his body out of the mouse, to cause this detachment to take place?

Regardless, the rodent was reduced by leaps and bounds, lustful sounds coming from his thinning vocal chords as he no doubt felt gallons of pure python essence-energy siphoned out of his balls and his frame in general, pouring into his cock. It was like he was cumming again, without release, his body betraying him once more, compelled to dump everything that wasn't truly his, back into the body that had invaded his, hours ago.

The energy and mass had felt so freaking good going in, then coming out again, as a shaft, but now, it was snatched away. The biggest, sweetest teasing of it all, though? It felt even better, now, pumping out again. It really was like cumming.. but not. It left him as needy as ever.

And he loved it.

At last, Ame's tail popped free, and Ned scrambled to jerk himself off. He didn't care if his balls were tiny or his sac was stretched out into some massively deflated, empty state, didn't care how distended his sheath was, he just wanted what was inside.

A gasp came from Prescott as he saw what Ned's mind refused to grasp.. what the mouse's hands couldn't grasp, because it wasn't there.

The small male looked up at the marten and the python, who was back to being just a naga, his scales forming on his smoothened, no-longer-veiny skin in a grand cascade, which went mostly unnoted by the two mammals.

Ned's hands were digging impossibly deep into his sheath, which was stretching outward, yawning open. Prescott happened to have the perfect angle to see inside: it was utterly, profoundly empty.

"Ohhh.. oh my, this is new.." the mouse muttered, feeling his flesh further as his fervour for release slowly sunk back into a seething simmer of background need. The mouse, formerly a spider, was new to having a sheath, but he was pretty sure they were never meant to be empty, or so.. stretchy.

Pulling his coils fully off of his long-time friend, Ame slithered forward, forcing Prescott to step up and look down at the diminutive de-dicked dude. The python's hand grasped the marten's member from behind and began to stroke it, immediately bringing the con-goer back to a rolling boil.

While he tensed up and squirmed in place, Prescott rumbled softly, pressing backward against Ame's smooth scaly self. "What're you going to do to him now?" he breathed. The sights and smells experienced in that room so far that night, they would be fondly brought to mind in the future, when his paw was in his pants. But, in the moment, he was happy to let Amethystine have his hands upon whatever part of the pine-marten that the python wanted. It was always like this. The reptile was so large, so commanding, so confident.

'Cocksure', perhaps?

The cunning constrictor always had some kind of plan, some strange sensual scheme for sinking someone into something else, slipping slippery spires through tight tunnels.. typically in ways one couldn't predict. He had learned to just go along with it, to let it happen. Truly, he wanted to be taken, and used, in any way this serpent had devised.

"Well, I think you could easssily ssslip ssstraight into that rippling, ravenous rodent sheath, don't you?" the snake said, his sibilance as thick and suggestive as his grip on Prescott was tight and pleasant. The marten had a vision of being picked up bodily by the naga and rammed head or feet-first into the sheath...

As the scaly hand below skillfully but slowly jerked Prescott's pale pole, and while Ame flicked his tongue at the marten's muzzle, the daydream shifted, and the dreamer squirmed, the tongue making him imagine Ame starting to swallow him head-first, as snakes are 'meant' to do. But, he would stop when the blue-furred morsel was halfway through the snake snout, and swing his footpaws into the sheath.. making him become fused into a big, throbbing marten-maleness belonging to the mouse, which Ame would then be blowing. He imagined his mass siphoned away, to make Ned such a large stud again, picturing himself as the dick for the growing guy, the prey animal owning him, instead of how things had been meant to go.

"I think.." Prescott began, his maw lolling open, going a bit slack as he sighed in pleasure, trying not to cum.. not yet.. while also trying to settle on something to say - wanting to say all his thoughts at once.

"Yessss, Presssy?" Ame murmured, finally slowing and loosening his hungry hold on his prey's prick, moving to caress his chest with both hands, from behind, once more. Light kisses peppered the back of the marten's neck, as he kept watching Ned trying to pleasure himself with his empty sheath. The elastic flesh was proving arousing to ArachNed, and thick fluid oozed out from the odd orifice, but he couldn't do more than edge himself further.

He wasn't complaining at all, though.

Even though the python was slithering the slim mammal nearer and nearer to Ned, Prescott tore his eyes away from the mouse's body, no longer thinking how he might end up part of it. That was too obvious. "I think you have some kind of larger plan that I couldn't possibly guess at, Ame."

"Mmmm, you really _are_ getting to know me well, now, aren't you?" Ame conceded, leaning the marten back upright, no longer lowering him closer to the sheath that seemed to suck on Ned's hands with a barely contained hunger. "I thought you'd guess that I would claim you and Ned together, to act as my new and improved hemipenes."

"No no, you'd never do that, you'd never want such mismatched manhoods as your dual dicks."

"You two aren't SO dissimilar," Ame reasoned, gliding a hand up along the marten's throat while the other took a moment to explore the mammal's fuzzy navel.

"Different enough! And you like sleek things," Prescott stated, leaning back against Ame's slender serpentine smoothness, greatly enjoying how he could all but lay on the upright portion of the legless creature. His hands slipped backward to softly stroke the naga's scales, relaxing into the familiar pattern of flirtation.

"Mmmm, sleek like you..?" was the reptile's reply, as he slid his scaly hands down the sides of the mammal's lithe form, his touches going from just teasing to also appraising, as if sizing the mammal up for a certain kind of consumption, by the serpent.

The marten's surprise was evident in his voice. "I--! I'm-I'm pretty fluffy, I don't know if you could call me sleek."

He stammered, but not really out of fear. It was more a pleasant shock, to think that he might become a guest of the sensual snake's sinuous self, one he didn't want to jinx by seeming too eager, nor too resistant. The game had to be played. He had to be coy, to flirt.

"There's a bit of fluff, to be sure. But it's nicely balanced with the underlying shape of you. Ssso ssslim, trim.." Ame murmured, directly into the marten's ear, as his hands gripped and groped more readily, as if he was already handling something that belonged to him, something sensitive, something pleasurable. "Ssslender and tender.. flexible and sexable, a mustelid to be lusty for," the reptile rhymed as his claws climbed the naked male, who he kept captive against his front. The legless lothario undulated his underside, to make massaging waves of underbelly scales cascade down his companion, the serpent body contoured precisely to the mammal's shape.

With a breathy gasp, Prescott pressed backward into Amethystine, his tailtip twitching uncontrollably, thanks to the perfection of the python's manipulation. The mammal's hands vacillated between squeezing strokes to his own marten manhood, and following the naga's touch. Warm blue paws clasped and moved the brown and gold hands, guiding the cool-scaled and claw-tipped things to places that would give the serpent even more power over him.

"Fuck, just take me already, Ame."

"Mmmm, good boy."

With that, the snake looked to the mouse on the floor, who had continued to keep himself on the cusp of too much. He lacked the equipment to boil over, anyway. Ned had been luxuriating on the floor, laying half-propped-up on a thick naga coil, watching the lovers standing some feet away. The mouse could tell that the marten had forgotten about him, which suited him fine. He liked to watch, as if he wasn't there. The spider had sat in many webs in many corners, to simply observe.. certain things.

Now, though, the snake tensed the loose curve of body that Ned was reclined against, making the mouse look to the python. His large ears twitch-twisted to focus on the naga who had so recently been the biggest shaft Ned had ever had, bigger perhaps than he ever really wanted, but what a ride it had been, just covertly transporting him.

With their eyes locked, Ame nodded to his long-time companion. Nothing needed to be said.

It was time for Phase Two, for the 'mouse.'

While the smallest of the three males quietly got up, retrieved something out of his discarded clothing and quietly let himself out of the room, Prescott was suitably distracted by Ame's slender tail-end slinking up and around his body, entrapping him further.

'Claiming me,' was what Prescott thought, in that moment, letting himself be captured, willingly putting his hands by his sides, denying himself any more chances to get himself off. He had been so close for so long, but.. he held off, wanting his lust to feed into something grander, something greater. Something soon to come to pass.

Something soon to pass cum, too.

With little effort, Ame lifted the slight marten off the ground. The naga's arousal had been building, simply from having been through such an intense TF, not to mention the organ he had been for hours before freeing himself from Ned's crotch. The teasing of his new companion had gotten his cold blood pumping - he was primed to savour the morsel named Prescott. He hissed with pleasure at the feeling of the other male rubbing against his sensitive scales, especially those around his cloaca, down there.

A momentary pause in the python's progress, only seconds long, occurred when Ame scooped a potion bottle up off the bed that was near to one side of him. With practised ease, he jabbed a thumb-claw under the lid to flick it open, then downed the vial in one gulp, treating the alchemical container like a shotglass.

"Ahn, mmmm~" he moaned a little, the fast-acting formula rippling through his uppermost portions, making him tingle with arousal. The potion-making python was so infatuated with shapeshifting that he had become a purveyor of products that could enact it - and whenever he partook of his handiwork, it turned him on. Even before it began, the anticipation drove him wild. He breathed more deeply, his body heating up, as something happened within.

Ame leaned back while lifting Prescott higher, and as if it was always there, perpetually prepared to make its presence known, a massive orifice opened on his front. It was another slit, a vertical one, yawning open, upon the snake's 'waist' - even if he couldn't truly be said to have one. The splitting of his scales sent spikes of bliss running throughout the serpent, leading him to groan and grip his so-called meal all the tighter, dangling the biped over his potion-produced pouch.

Before Prescott could do anything other than moan at the constricting tail amid all the other soft murmuring and chittering of enjoying the serpentine embrace, his footpaws were being lowered into the snake's new opening. Anyone in the room would have been able to smell the overpowering musk leaking out of the large chasm within the serpent's front. For Prescott, it only added to the dizzying effect of his soaring arousal and the slight buzz he had picked up before Ned's flirtation had grabbed his attention and his cock.

Anyone who caught a glimpse into the naga's odd orifice would have seen it was empty, would have seen fleshy pink walls, veins, and nothing else. But for Ame, he felt an intense need, a hunger, in that slit, even if it had just been brought into existence. To have it at all was to suffer a starvation of the void. Nevertheless, the intensity of the need would be matched by the sweetness of its sinful satisfaction. The feast of flesh that was coming would feel oh-so-very good.

Craning his head to see past the coils, Prescott could see what was coming, knew it was only a matter of time before...! He squirmed, but only to try to stretch his legs lower, to extend his toes downward, wanting to be consumed, remade. Re-purposed - to have the purpose of nothing but pleasure, for himself and his new owner.

Seeing the utter eagerness, Ame gave up on the teasingly slow sinking, and loosened his tail. He all but let Prescott go, allowing his spiral of tail to act like a guide for the short drop. The mammal sank fast through the scaly loops; slim, fluffy body gliding against them sweetly.

Both made happy inarticulate noises - one at the feel of the weight dropping into his reptilian ravine, and the other for the wish-fulfillment of his wiggling apparently working, bringing him into the cushy folds of flesh, faster.

As soon as the marten's long lower legs were deposited into the depths of that slimy space, Ame moaned, and the opening shut tight, like a mouth, sucking upon the form of the smaller male. Prescott gasped and writhed in place, Ame's tail departing after mere moments, no longer needed to hold him.. already, the mammal was rooted, inexorably, to the reptile's potion-tweaked biology. Throbbing veins of pink denoting connection were rapidly reaching themselves up through the mustelid's hide, fur re-absorbed into oh-so-sensitive skin.

Shared flesh.. cockflesh.

The marten's body responded to the sudden rampant arousal and neediness that sprang anew within him. He had thought he was horny before! Jeez! Without thinking, he presented himself for use, hiking his tail up above a butt he no longer had, for the cheeks were already swiftly subsumed by throbbing veininess.

For Amethystine, it was heaven and a half. His hands gripped what already felt like two new hemipenes: the marten, and his tail. The heaven was the slender-bodied lover, the extra half was the tail, both of them blossoming with new nerve endings, which ultimately belonged to the naga. His heavy hedonistic hisses shuddered out of his snout, which drooped open with the sheer pleasure of the connection and what felt like growth.

He could feel all of his prey the moment he sank into his cavernous, hungry vent, but deep within, there had been an additional stream of sensation. A sensual expansion of influence and change rippled up through the linked body. It felt as if a massive shaft was extending, expanding, thickening. The largest, fastest erection, one that overtook all of the body it had seemingly burrowed into, subsuming it, turning it all to his very own glorious girth.

For a moment, Ame stroked one hand around Prescott's neck, making them both shiver as the feel of such a touch became augmented, new sensitivity surging into being. The python pulled Prescott closer, to flick his long forked tongue out, and lick at the mutating male's ear, which made the mammal squirm.

He marvelled at his newest acquisition: A brand new, living maleness with a will and a lust of its own, which twisted and danced for him, there upon his front.

The most erotic lap-dance one can imagine.

Upon his own front, Prescott's pale cock bucked and throbbed as if it were cumming, but produced nothing, for a moment.. until a thick line of clear slime burst forth, cast over the constrictor's coils before more issued more slowly. The goo ran down the trembling length of Prescott's pole, a heavy rivulet of pre. Said fluid must have been coming from brand new, hidden internal snake-testes, rather than the marten's own, which had surely been absorbed, their paltry potential stolen away into the reptile's replete reservoir.

With a gasp, the mammal realized that since the snake's slit was totally new, utterly empty.. his own legs must have been swollen into what were sure-to-be-massive reptilian cum-factories.

Prescott's hands shot down, mind consumed with the need to masturbate, such was the arousal physically surging into him, not to mention the mental, emotional lust he experienced at being taken, claimed, cockified, by Ame, who he thought he wouldn't get to see, during this convention. The wonderful surprise of it all was still in full effect, the snake's unveiling had only taken place minutes ago. His paws landed on either side of his shaft, resting them against his front as he watched his member bobbing, trembling, drooling. Prescott looked at it, reminding himself, that he was essentially the same simple sex-driven thing..! Or he would be, very soon.

It was only a split second of observation before he tried to move, tried to grab his nearly white dagger, to wring pleasure out of it, even while the whole of his body thrummed with the twin forces of bliss and need. Perhaps his need to rub his cock in that moment, was diverted to just wanting to rub himself, given what he knew, deep down, he was becoming.

The morphing marten, who was still subtly sinking downward into the snake's slit, found he couldn't remove his hands from where they rested so briefly - the thumbs and first few fingers flexed and stretched away from their resting position, but the pinkies and the edge of his paws on that side, they had become stuck, trapped by the merging, shifting flesh, having grown to be part of it.

Huffing heatedly, the blue-furred one closed his eyes, a terrific tingle of pleasure rocketing up his body. It was a further flash of mental bliss, for the bodily bondage of losing just his arms in the middle of a maleness merger was something he had dreamt about, before. Had he told Ame about this? Or was the snake simply able to arrive at this amalgam of kinks on his own?

The touches that came from the snake, touches he couldn't provide for himself, made him stop wondering and simply enjoy it.

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Stroking Prescott's head, Ame smiled at how, already, he could see the thick urethral tube that will carry his pre and later, his cum, growing up through his companion's body. The cylindrical bulge wormed up and up and up - over belly, through chest - and was suddenly seamlessly of a piece with the marten's throat. Ame groaned at the slight relief of pressure within himself, while Prescott began to moan. That moan mutated into something much more wet as a gurgling swiftly came forth before a gushing cascade of thick, musky pre oozed heavily outward amid the muffled sounds of pleasure.

The smaller male was subtly shrinking and his arms were anchored by his own flesh, his hands having completely vanished into the vascular pink cockroot that inched up over his hips by that moment.

While the shaft aspects infiltrated the mammal ever more, turning him more clearly into part of Amethystine's anatomy, anyone watching would have noticed how the marten had been planted sideways. Prescott himself was too preoccupied to perceive his precise placement, thanks to how deliciously his whole form was throbbing, surging with the blood and the growing lust of the serpent and the marten combined. With the blue-white mustelid turned to one side, the way his torso was hunched forward and his tail was lifted behind him, a clear 'V' was formed in front of the naga's upper body.

Ame's other hand slid up from his coil to grasp the marten's tail, and he murmured, more to himself than to his drooling, delirious dick: "Let's check on your other half now, shall we?" The snake chuckled, stroking the Prescock's tail, which was looking rather thick and stiff, no longer wagging or swaying as one might imagine the horny mammal might have been unable to stop.

Unbeknownst to its owner, the tail had been subtly changing, under the surface, ever since the warm-blooded body had been dropped deep in the serpent. It had begun as soon as those fuzzy legs had been tightly grasped in the depths of the brand new slit, and internal flesh had adhered to furry skin, invading it, integrating, intermingling. From there, the snake's nature - and the potion - had deemed that there be two anatomical avenues.

The CTF had been doubly intense for them both as the structure of the tail was completely and quickly cockified, on the inside. The whole of the tail's surface had been remade into a sheath for the phallic length, within.

Both Ame and Pressy panted as the snake stroked his tail-hemi's thickly furred sheath. The maleness within the Prescock's tail was already erect, already leaking - Ame just had to push down the strange combination of tail, foreskin and sheath. As he did so, the tapered tip of a huge hemi was exposed at the top, which the snake revelled in grinding his palm over, the large conical cockhead filling the naga's hold completely.

Lightning bolts of bliss thundered down Prescott's tail and up his back, making him strain and squirm his half-cock-shifted self within the python's frontal vent. He was so deeply trapped, his arms little more than decorations that threatened to be sucked into the sides of his still furry torso.. his fingers fused flush into the phallus-flesh.

All he could do was grind the inner sides of his arms against the edges of his body. Only a tiny bit of pleasant friction of fur and skin could be gained through the tiny degree of movement between the natural anchor of his shoulders and the unnatural merging of his mid-forearms into his waist. And that minute movement was melting away all the time as his owner's organ-skin crept upward.

"Hgggnnn, fuckk.. Amee.." pleaded Prescott, gurgling.. but his voice was nearly lost amid the fat globs of pre trickling from his slackened jaw.

Ame took pity on his writhing, moaning, drooling Prescock, and slipped a scaly hand down to the still-present marten cock, and stroked it rapidly.

Within seconds, it erupted, thanks to the intense pleasure that the mammal had already been enduring. For a moment, Prescott was treated to the most intense orgasm, as powerful, voluminous jets of cum fired out from his cock, supplied by his owner's body. Ame himself enjoyed the sensations, but knew it was only a sideshow before the main attraction.

As he came, the Prescock sank just a bit further into that hungry fleshy space, just a bit closer to being fully fused, completely claimed.

The mammal cried out as his rod pumped out streams of cum that seemed much too thick for the size of the shaft they were coming from. All the while, Ame was pressing it gingerly up, up, up..! There's a last blast that painted the mammal's furry front with more white than was already there, before Ame's scaly hold was firmly forcing the fountaining fuckstick inward, into the fleshy belly of the cock-person.

Prescott's lower reaches had become devoid of fur, exposing the pink of Ame's genital flesh, which gave way to increasing paleness. The pink flowed into white that vanished up under the remaining fur the marten still retained, on his chest.

Into the bare belly, the still pumping, pulsing pole was buried. The climax was cut short, leaving Prescott unfulfilled, his bliss stolen away in the midst of the intensity. It did not trail off as it should have! It merely fed into the neediness his whole body was still trapped in the midst of.

The shaft-like body claimed the smaller cock quite quickly, resulting in a fat vein that slithered up into the unified whole. The rest of the disappearing dick's final climax shot up through Prescott's body to dribble weakly out of his panting, moaning mouth.

"Ahhhmmm.. Ahh, ffffuuugg.. Ameee~!" was the only thing Prescott was capable of whining, before bashfully begging, "Need.. need mooorrrre~"

"Sssave your breath, boner boy, I'm not about to leave you hanging.. not until you're spent and hanging out of my vent, anyway.." quipped the serpent, as he shifted his position upon his coils, getting comfortable.

He laid back on his piled, scaly loops, reclining with the impressive pair of members that the potion and Prescott's form had blessed him with. He was still able to reach most of his new twitching equipment with his hands, but he didn't need to. The python slithered his dextrous tail around his marten-shaft and the long, slender tail-cock, within its thick furry sheath. The marten's arms were totally consumed by the absorption by then, leaving his lithe, sexy torso. The mustelid-manhood was vaguely serpentine, with his shoulders artfully rounded off.

If he wasn't so achingly stiff, he could have moved quite sinuously, thanks to the serpent-influenced transformation and the flexibility he would surely possess, while flaccid.

Much like the tailcock within the fuzzy tube of flesh, there was still an ample amount of the marten's lovely fur, if only for the snake to embrace.. and pump.

With his long, slender tail wrapping around both of the 'new hemis', Amethystine set to work. Luckily, his tail was nimble enough to entwine both halves of his potion-borne pricks, separately. The soft, smooth scales were quite adept at providing pleasure.. especially to the python, and the marten he had claimed.

Strong spirals of sinuous muscle moved up and down, over and over, shoving the two males into a realm of blended bliss. Soon, Ame bent the tail-formed phallus down to his reclining torso to handle it personally, while he entwined all of his tailtip around the Prescock. The very end of the snake embraced the mammal-member's neck as the naga suckled on the drooling tip of the tailshaft. The feeling of the slick snout was heavenly, and Prescott moaned for more. His needy cry was nearly unintelligible, thanks to the flood of fluid that ran out of his muzzle.

Ame smirked, and sucked harder, dipping his snout lower on the pulsing, pale pole. His hands played with the sheath, shoving it down and up the nearby length of the multiple-foot-long shaft. The Prescock's gurgles deepened, his attempts at groaning his pleasure out to the room only making the pre issue from his mouth faster.

The snake allowed himself to be distracted by his dick's display, and glanced up, shifting his tailtip - removing one half loop from the throbbing throat, to shove the smooth scaled thing down into the smooth, soft, tight, hot and toothless maw that his left-side member possessed.

A warmth enveloped Ame's face as the sheath crept up over his suckling snout. With soft surprise at how pleasant it was, he merely began to bob his jaws up and down, in and out of the stretchy skin-tube's opening, and obviously around his slim right-side sex. The sheath-play was a fantastic extra spice in the medley already boiling away in the stove of his body.

More and more, the serpent's whole body twisted and writhed in rapturous pleasure. As well as he controlled himself, he had been wanting to erupt since he made himself part of Ned.. to tease the mouse had meant not letting himself be brought to climax as a cocksnake. The python was overdue for an actual release, his mind swimming with the things he had seen at the fusion convention, already.

So much inspiration, so many ideas to try..!

He whipped his head free from the marten-tail-shaft and yanked his larger member down, his Prescock. Scaly hands grasped a throbbing, handsome, blue-furred glans-head. In a split-second, the snake swapped his tail to the tailcock. Panting hard, the python mashed his mouth to that of his drooling, desire-delirious dick, and kissed him. The two merged males moaned, one flowing with pre, the other swallowing it, sucking it down, straight off of the oh-so-sensitive and slimy tongue Prescott possessed.

The marten was on fire, his every inch ablaze with bliss and need and pressure and a powerful pulsing of blood. There was only one way to put out this inferno: A deluge of a certain creamy liquid, shooting up through him and his tail. It was his only purpose, now. Nothing but a reptile's reproductive rods.

He was so perfectly powerless, without his arms, with his body so stiffened. Their absence was felt all the more keenly, with his body so intact as it was. His attempts at movement were naught but the tiniest of wriggling in the snake's embrace, and that of his sinuous, squeezing tail. He only wanted to buck, to thrust both halves of himself into something else, into tightness, into heat.

But only his owner, his Master, could do the thrusting, only his owner could do the touching. Every part of him ached for attention, every strand of fur screaming to be stroked. Luckily for him, the python provided plenty while they smashed snouts.

As the kiss went on, it became a suckling as the snake's mouth opened wider, taking all of the squishy, turgid marten muzzle into his mouth, forked tongue still lodged in the gaping urethra-mouth.

Deep inside of the naga, a twinge was felt, by both he and his bodily guest. The intensely integrated individual could sense it all the more, of course.

They were about to cum.

The naga sighed in pleasure, laying back just in time, his hands behind his head, flexing his frontal vent to make his phallic friend flip back upright, springing into impressive height over the pile of coils.

Sultry sibilance stemmed up from the serpent as he let loose, undulating his body, utterly gripped by the pleasure of his climatic release.

It was all the more intense for the mammal who had been made into both of the snake's hemis, his whole form shuddering with mind-ending, sinful stimulation. Shockwaves rolled up from what used to be his legs, splitting equally into his body and his tail, both ends of him blossoming into beacons of bliss, conduits for the constrictor's carnal nature.. and the litres of liquid lying in wait.

In the next instant, the dual living, writhing, sensation-suffused erections exploded with seed, although their asymmetrical nature made it so they had differing eruptions. The Prescock's tail shot strong thick ropes of fluid, which lanced out in different directions, each cannon-like cumshot hitting a different spot around the hotel room, thanks to the recoil of the previous pump of jetting jizz.

Meanwhile, Prescott's mouth had heavy wads of cum burbling up and out from that visibly bulging urethra on his front. His first few expulsions shot outward a few feet to splatter onto Ame's thick loops, but they were followed by many more mouthfuls of sticky seed that hadn't the power to get very far, dropping sloppily out of his toothless jaws. Soon enough, his output began to cling to his lower lip and chin, trickling down underneath his upturned muzzle. A prodigious river of cum was formed over his svelte, armless form.

He didn't care. He revelled in the freedom, being a cock , a thing that made messes, rather than a person, someone who had to clean them up. He wanted to be as slickened, as sticky as possible, to lose himself to the body-gripping bliss of the mess. To be like this was to never need to think, or consider the consequences.

That was for his owner to handle.

As their shared orgasm subsided, the snake sat up slowly. He gravitated toward his left hemi to be near to his person-sized shaft, and began to stroke through the long trail of clinging cum that existed upon the Prescock's still semi-erect form. The cummy caressing wrung some last shivers of pleasure out, for both of them. Ame mmm-hissed softly while Prescott throbbed back into full extension, although nowhere near the rock hard state he had just experienced.

The marten-member found he had some mobility, and used it to press into Ame's hands, which continued to playfully smear the dick with the slick, sticky stuff. The blue and white fur was getting matted, making him look more sleek and slippery - all the more fitting for his new phallic self.

Gently, the snake guided his living girth so that he could whisper into his fuzzy ear. "Be a good cock and I'll give you your arms back. But for now.. jussst relax and let me handle everything," he murmured, before sucking on his new acquisition's nearer ear. The sweet sensation set off a pleasured hiss, thanks to how sensitive his obedient organ was, post-coitus.

"Yes, sir," sighed Prescott. A last trickle of cum flowed out of his lips alongside his happily exhausted exhalation.

For a moment, all was calm and still, as the serpent was content to admire what his potion-making skills had wrought.

"Now.." Ame began, breaking the silence perhaps a minute later. "..what to do.." His words came lazily, and so too did his tail, returning to flip around and curl backwards, in front of Prescott's eyes. "..with these?"

The python's hind vent was being exposed, tensed, bulging with something within, before it split open. Amid a gush of musky fluid, his original hemis spilled out, slickened by the slime that had been contained within, all throughout the excitement upon the snake's other end. Prescott could only imagine the amount of pre the python had produced, therein.

Throbbing and needy, the naga's natural nethers were clearly unfulfilled.

The marten could hardly believe that his host had been able to keep from exploding from every available outlet, but it was hardly the most unbelievable thing that had happened so far that night.

The snake's lustful expression suggested that he knew _just_ what he would do with them, and that it involved a certain nearby mouth, which was very recently lubricated in a massive way... and was also very recently rendered toothless, via a certain metamorphosis..!

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For now, though, we shall step back in time, to see what Ned was sent off to do and _who_ he had to retrieve.

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