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Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a very unusual kind (Various nagas and a shark), as well as flavour-based TF content, so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are much more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.

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The Great XXXmas Feast - A 'Confection Affection' Hottidays Tale ~ by Amethystine (with Sepi's consultation!)

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Every year, around XXXmas-time, it is said that all throughout the minds of the mirthful and deviant, thoughts of sweet treats abound.

It was not always this way, of course. While people did ponder pumpkin pies and consider candy canes and whatnot in general during the Hottidays, it wasn't quite as involved as it is nowadays.

Before the large shift brought on by the forthcoming topic of today's tale, during the festive and sensuous season the respected and rapturous reveller tended to merely imagine things like male Chippendale reindeer or their female counterparts, those sexy, scantily clad dancers and prancers, or pin-ups of the mythical, magical male master of XXXmas, the ravishing rattlesnake, Sandy Claws. Or perhaps his pythonic better half, Mrs. Claws. (There is some debate as to her existence, even among believers of Sandy himself. Something to do with how the seldom seen serpent swings, but I digress.)

Formerly, the pious and perverted practitioners of the tawdry traditions of the twisted twenty-fifth would simply think of tasty treats as little more than food, or fodder for seasonal seduction. You're sure to know of this concept of a beautiful bunny, with pure, snow-white fur, lewdly licking an oversized candy cane that rests between her breasts.. or any attractive anthro doing suggestive things with the sugary, spiralled sticks. Insertion or implied fellatio aside, there were also the typical and boring bits of bondage-play, babes with bows, wrapped up in ribbons or the like.

Perhaps it was this juxtaposition of adorning one's form with such festive finery next to the fetishy photos that featured food that inspired Amethystine to create his line of 'Confection Affection' potions, those years ago, leading to the expanded erotic roster now considered commonplace in this, the most kinky time of the year.

It's hard to imagine, but the most popular and highest selling sexual surprise for mated or dating couples is now that series of solutions that alters one's anatomy in the smallest of ways. Formulas for full transformations into buff or bodacious reindeer or sinuous rattlers are still rather ubiquitous, but most people probably don't feel as comfortable with full-on DNA restructuring, however temporary (or fun) the results may be, so the comparatively light-weight line of mild metamorphosis materials caught on with the general public, from the uninitiated individual to the hardcore body-modders.

As you're certainly well aware by now, the so-called "Confection Affection" range of products are temporary, and only affect the surface appearance of the user. The baseline potions alter only the colouration of the user, whereas some higher-level options are available to give those who might not be satisfied with their own body-shape something of a tummy-tuck or chest-based enhancements, for that little bit of extra XXXmas cheer and surprise.

But aside from the slightly slimming (or swelling) solutions, the Confection Affection transformations are known, by and large, as ones that affect appearance.. and one other aspect of the user's form.

Flavour!

A revelation in the realm of copulation, tweaking the taste of one's partner in pleasure made the kisses, the licks, the smells and even swallows that inevitably happen during hottiday hotness. Even those who weren't especially into the XXXmas feeling flocked to find a more palatable alternative to certain bodily ... beverages. (This led to the creation of more inexpensive versions of 'CA', which merely manipulated the fluids of the user.)

Nothing else changed, one's form is not changed in any way, save for colours and taste. Underneath the vibrant variation upon a person's pelt, they remain the same flesh and blood and bone and muscle, unmolested. Until their significant other has their way, at least.

Sweet, succulent skin and scales, fruit-flavoured flesh and fur, cocoa clawed critters with creamy coats.. this sort of sight is quite common now, at prurient parties during the hottidays, as well as in the privacy our homes (specifically our bedrooms), but how did it all begin?

Today, we take a trip back to the origins of the tastiest tradition within the beloved bacchanal of boisterous boinking that is XXXmas.

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Just before the first snow of the season, before the muffling blanket that would cover the earth, which would fatten the branches of evergreens, causing them to droop in their once-a-year slumber.. before the snow, snakes might still venture out into the world, to meet and make merry.

Coiled tightly against the brisk, biting cold of late December, one such serpent sat huddled before a darkened storefront. A naga, wearing a lengthy bodysuit to combat the cold, had its upper body bent down, almost tucked into the centre of the spiralled set of scales below. The store's prominent sign read: "Ame's Alchemical Apothecary". If one knew of the python's propensity for verbosity, though, they'd know that the only reason his name was so shortened to the amicable truncation was because the sign would have been too wide to fit on the front of the building.

Due to the lamia's location, and the obscuring of the thermal garment, one might have assumed it was Amethystine, and that the naga had locked himself out of his own shop. He was known to be at least a little forgetful at times, Ame the absent-minded potion professor. Unfurling like a flower in bloom, the serpent stood up on its coils, revealing itself to be male. And blue. The exposed scales upon the exothermic creature's head were blue naturally, and not due to frostbite or other ailments caused by the cold.

Although, judging from the way the reptile remained hunched over, taughtly tensed against any loss of heat, the poor colubrid could have done with a cup of cocoa at that moment. Knocking heavily upon the door in a manner that spoke of many previous unheard or unheeded rappings, he quickly folded back down, which is the much more normal thing for a flower to be doing at the onset of winter. He hadn't stopped to wait and watch for the telltale signs of his knocking being noticed, such as switched-on lights or the sounds of muffled movements. The cream-coloured lips and the near black blotch over the bridge of the snout under the bright green eyes.. all of it vanished back into the inert pile of snake.

Even though the long, form-fitting outerwear coated the snake's upper body, extending down the arms to the wrists and up the neck to the cusp of the powerful jaws, the cold-blood was past pride or the pretense of holding himself erect in a bipedal fashion. Standing upright was over-rated, anyway, in his estimation.

The clearly long wait at the door continued for the clump of coils that was Sepi. He sighed softly, deep in his scales. Anyone and everyone would assume that he was sighing in exasperation, or in agony, or aggravation. But, in truth, his sigh was an attempt to control his anticipation. He couldn't remember the last time he had been more enthusiastically anxious, and forced to just wait, while his mind ran rampant with rousing ideas of intense joy.

Actually, he could remember quite clearly when he had felt that way before, but he wasn't sure just which year it was. It had been during his childhood, when he was young enough to still be utterly swept up in the crushing wave of Christmas. He wasn't old enough to know about XXXmas, and still believed in the jolly, fat polar bear cartoon character that presided over the paltry kiddy version of the normally ribald season. He had been told to stay in bed until 7 or 8am (he couldn't remember which), and that he couldn't wake up his parents until then. Naturally, being filled with the boundless energy of both his youth and the desire for new toys, he had awoken at 4 or 5am.

The gut-wrenching and expectant duration of that waiting period, for those three hours, on that morning.. it had been torturous, and yet somehow exquisite fun. Well, maybe not fun, but not entirely unpleasant. He had tried going back to sleep, but not with the tiny jackhammer of his heartbeat vibrating his chest. He had twisted and turned on his bed, trying desperately not to look at his clock, trying not to confirm that no time had passed, trying to keep from looking until at least another minute between him and his salvation had been banished forever. The same thing had happened in other years, but with smaller gaps between the time he had squirmed his way out of a restless sleep and the moment the glowing red ':59' would transform into a joyous ':00'. The year with the exactly three hour wait stood out in his mind.

That afternoon in front of Amethystine's boutique brought back those distant memories, due to the time of year and the hottiday season, and because of how utterly excited he was to finally be seeing the secretive serpent's base of operations. The epicentre of the erotic and esoteric transformations that had amazed and aroused him for as long as he had known of the potioneer/writer.

Loosening his loops once more, Sepi stood, ready to bang on the door once more. He thought it had been long enough of a wait since the last one. Of course, his concept of time while waiting so wistfully wasn't the best.

Before he could strike a single scaly knuckle against the large locked door, a cry rang out from somewhere behind him. "Sepi!"

It was Eydis, her right arm waving to him as she approached, along with Alex and Murali. All three were nagas with rather human-ish upper halves which were marked by a spare smattering of scales and uniquely coloured serpentine eyes, among other distinctive traits. The trio were also all friends of the more animalistic anthro snake who had finally found something to take his mind off of his interminable wait.

While the high spirited and pink scaled girl's arm signalled his attention, her other limb momentarily seemed to be missing in action, until the stationary serpent saw how it was tucked behind and around the back of the naga next to her. Eydis' pink clawed hands poked out between Alex and Murali, clutching Alex's side.

Murali, on the opposite end of the side-by-side-by-side group, waved a bit less fervently than his pink counterpart on the other side, his own black-scaled arms in much the same configuration, one free, one tucked away. Alex was tightly squeezed between the others, gripping around the others, as well.

The independent Alex would normally never forgive such intrusions on her personal space, so Sepi could tell how the weather was wearing on all three of his coily compatriots. They, at least, all had serpentine thermal gear, much like he did. Their thickly padded bodies slithered forth, arm in arm, their forms flush with one another, side by side. The long tube-like coats possessed a thin yet tough layer of stretchy material that lined up with a snake's scutes, allowing them to keep the the much needed ability to flex and gain purchase on the ground, to pull their forms smoothly forward.

"You left early, and yet, you're still waiting at the door?" observed Murali, enquiringly, as the three finished their approach, and split apart slightly, standing in a small circle. All of them immediately wound their tails up tight against the cold.

"Yeah, I don't think he's in there, I keep knocking, but there's no answer. Maybe he planned on arriving at the same time as us. I thought he'd be in there, setting up, or something," explained Sepi, the occasional surreptitious glance back at the store's large front window thrown in for good measure.

A sigh was heard as the snowy white hair belonging to Alex dipped and bobbed, her head drooping with an exaggerated show of her contempt for the situation. "Urgh, I knew I should have stayed home. I don't know why I let you guys drag me out here to the middle of no-where."

"Because it'll be awesome!" retorted Sepi, almost instantly, still not comprehending the grey-scaled snake's reluctance to attend the private, guided tour that Amethystine had offered to the group of nagas.

Eydis was quick to jump in, having supported the whole endeavour, ever since she had been told what sort of solutions the serpent sold. "C'mon Alex, you gotta let your hair down sooner or later," she advised, tossing her long brown locks a bit to emphasize her point. The spunky pink female was always up for a bit of naughty fun, and it was practically required for any outing around XXXmas-time.

Upon finishing her statement, the young snakewoman slithered over to peer into the window, while Murali stretched languidly, blue-scaled hands at the end of black-scaled arms straining skyward for a moment. He also attempted to engage the stick-in-the-mud that was Alex. "Aren't you at least curious? Even without the kinky aspect, or the very idea transformation potions.. it's at least a neat, independently owned and operated shop," ventured the male naga.

Alternating between watching Eydis as she peeked into the apothecary's and the exchange between the colourful creatures, Sepi smiled, unable to shake the unbearable lightness of being that had settled over him. Hanging out with friends was its own reward, but doing so at Ame's, in the middle of the XXXmas season, seemed especially rewarding. If only it would start, already. He checked his watch, seeing that it was a few seconds to when he had arranged to meet the python proprietor of the shop they were sitting in front of. His over-eager earliness was just about to be rendered moot, just as it had been, in his childhood. Some things never changed.

Eydis cooed softly into the dim, empty expanse that sat on the other side of the plate glass, "Hellooo in there.." She straightened up in front of the door, having been leaned almost comically far over on her flexible body, and moved to knock.

Before her four-fingered fist fell against the front door, it flew away from her hand, revealing a dazzling display of vibrant red and purest white scales.

It was Amethystine, and he looked like a candy cane.

It wasn't that he was thinner or hooked at one end, although his tail or his torso could easily have twisted into such a shape to complete the effect created by the spiralling pattern of flawless red and white that ran the entirety of his body. His eyes, wild with festive cheer (or some other mania), were each caught within the two different colours, one being a ruby red with a deep, dark hue of the same colour within the slit pupil, and the other being much the same in shades of white.

The all-encompassing extent or effect of whatever body-paint or shade-shifting potion he had applied to himself was seen to be quite complete as his long forked tongue slithered into view just long enough for his assembled guests to spot how its length was also similarly spiralled in the simple colours. The forked ends appeared as frayed ends, though, as they twin tips of the tongue split the seasonal pairing, one red tine, and one white.

"Well? What are you all staring at? Come in, come in!" he said, slipping back from the doorframe, no longer filling it with his festively festooned frame, allowing them all entry and waving them forth. "Get out of the cold, for goodness sakesss.."

Only after all had glided into the mercifully warm interior, the chill had been banished with the shutting of the door, thermal wear had been removed and introductions had been made, did the visiting foursome actually notice the python's pristine lab coat. It suited his odd new colouration, being just as crisp and white as roughly half his body. Sepi was especially excited to see their host dressed in such a way, the coat's presence making the quickly forthcoming tour of the fabled laboratory all the more real in his mind.

So it was that the blue racer was speechless when he himself donned his own long, protective garment. Eydis giggled as she was handed hers, while Murali hummed thoughtfully and Alex scowled, secretly. She had just freed herself from the accursed winter-wear, and was still trapped within the tight t-shirt that Eydis had lent to her, which was a bit small even on the more diminutive pink-tailed pervert, leading it to be all the more miniature on her larger frame.

Alex thought of Eydis as something of a deviant, buying human clothes, just for the kink factor.. for the seduction of the strip. The restrictive cotton of the top strained around Alex's assets aggravatingly, the allure she may have had possessed because of it, lost on her. Such rousing repercussions were only ramped up as the unclasped lab coat came to rest around the display of her bust, framing them further, adding an aspect of the 'sexy scientist', which Ame, Sepi and Murali attempted to put out of their minds for the duration of the evening.

Eydis, clad in the most fetching frock she could find, was dismayed to find that, once more, her surly serpentine 'sister' had stolen the show, quite accidentally and unintentionally. She sighed, and endeavoured to ensnare the eccentric inventor eventually, popping another button free from its struggle to remain fastened across her cleavage.

Meanwhile, while pulling on his own lab coat, Murali had (as usual) figured out the whole situation. He could see that both be-snouted serpentines at the front of the group were too occupied with rapid repartee about reformational refreshments to realize what ravishing reptilians were present. He supposed, with an air of mock reluctance, that he alone would need to do enough ogling for all three males.

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And so it went as the tour commenced in earnest; one female flaunting, the other frowning from time to time, while the animalistic transformation enthusiasts engaged in much shop-talk and the black-scaled boy brought up the rear, quietly drinking in all the sights around him, from the sensual to the scientific.

After a brief and perfunctory bout in the boutique's public space, Amethystine allowed them access to the more expansive back rooms. Bottling and label-making were brushed over, as was a few storage areas with spare vials and advertising junk. Then, the real meat: Manufacturing.

There was a definite aroma of sugary treats wafting through the fair-sized space, almost as though the snake was in business as a baker, or a candy-man. The collective of coily companions all shared a look of realization as they entered and their host explained how he had been working with an assortment of 'scented' solutions. None of them had spoken up about it, but they had all detected definite wisps of potent peppermint as soon as they had come in from the cold. The scent had seemed to stem from the snake, which would have fit with his two-toned flourishes, but they all accepted the unspoken idea that he simply had the smell upon him from working in that sizable space, which seemed supremely suffused with sweets.

A number of tables were topped with a dazzling variety of cakes and pies and other random desserts. A cornucopia of candy canes of all sizes and a rainbow of colours filled a whole section of the lab. The keen forks of the observing ophidians could tell that the colours were themed to different flavours, such as yellow for banana, or blue for the eponymous berry. "All for sampling or adding to my latest line of potionsss," explained Ame, before offering, "Let me know if you'd like to have anything from my stock here, just in cassse.."

The python never really elaborated about what cases might arise if his guests were to taste the wide selection of scrumptious-looking dishes, so any thoughts toward taste-testing they had harboured evaporated under the heat of a possible transformative taint that could have infected the confections.

Finally, their verbose guide glided to a stop next to a tall, cloth-shrouded cylinder. One would assume it was some main storage tank or a large vat or pressure cooker or other such equipment. Also, one might have asked about the sheet, but what would be the point in querying the constrictor about what was clearly meant as a concealed surprise? At that time of year, so close to XXXmas, people always knew better than to disrupt delicately displays of deception. From gift boxes to the open secret that was the arm-load of bags from a mall, one just doesn't ask, lest they want their hottiday gifts spoiled ahead of time.

Of course, the cadre of coily creatures also desperately wanted to ask Amethystine about his altered scale colouration, so that threw them all off, too.

Luckily for them, both mysteries were soon to be solved.

"Ssso, I suppose you're all wondering what's under here, eh?" surmised the serpent, a bright red and white arm resting against the huge tube-shaped object. His fingers clenched the cloth as they all nodded, as though he was about to whisk it away in a flurry of revelation and showmanship. His hand relaxed, though, and slid down the smooth side of the cylindrical secret. Grinning, he teased them with another question, "But don't you want to know why I look like thisss?"

In unison, both the grey and the pink-tailed females cried out with the same urging shout. Both began with "Yes, you--" and ended with "--potioneer!", but Eydis had hollered "--ssexy--!", while Alex had called, "--crazy--!"

Following a faint chuckle, the exotic entrepreneur explained that he had, sampled one of his newest concoctions. "But that should be obviousss, of course! The real question is, what is the extent of my anatomy's alterations?" he stated, before elaborating to elucidate in his erudite manner.

"I have actually changed very very little, as is easily ssseen. My coloursss are that of a candy cane, clearly.. but my mass also mimics the minty taste of the aforementioned treat. Your astute Jacobson?s organs have probably been detecting that my scent has also aligned itself with that of the candy in question."

As he spoke, he slithered his way around the group, eventually winding his way to the wide-eyed Eydis, whom he judged to be the most enraptured of his audience, and therefore the most likely to respond favourably when he asked a favour of her. "Would you partake in something of an oral aid, as opposed to the visual and olfactory aides everyone else has already witnesssed?" he asked the pretty pink snakegirl, adding, "I'd like you to lick my... finger." He held up his hand to her, amid a smattering of snickers from the other male serpents.

Surprisingly, Eydis blushed a bit before smiling gamely, "Of course, Ame," she beamed. She recovered from her slight starstruck moment and murmured demurely, "I thought you'd never ask.. I'd love to use my tongue on one of your extremities!"

Expelling a mortified groan at the shameless flirting, Alex growled, "Just get on with it, alright?" She couldn't believe that someone of her species would act so undignified.

Eydis stuck out her long, deep purple tongue at the dissenter while Amethystine continued to hold his hand out to her, having not even glanced at the annoyed Alex. With eyes darting back to her host, Eydis kept her tongue lolled out of her suddenly smiling lips, whipping the dexterous length out to grab the male's index finger and draw it into her mouth.

Even before the point of the python's claw could penetrate the pink lips, though, the female stopped to speak, pulling her tongue back. "Whoa! It's just like a candy cane!" she gushed, before stopping herself. "I mean, I know you said it would be, but.. it's flawless. It still feels like a flesh and blood finger, but.. like.. coated with pure peppermint," she said, softly, afraid of appearing over-stimulated or geeky.

It may have been because the candy-cane constrictor kept his hand where it was, or it might have been due to Eydis' desire for a better taste of Ame's flesh, but she scooped up his hand in her palms and quickly stuffed his slender digit betwixt her lips, sucking swiftly. "Mmmm.." she moaned, mouthing over the male's scales, moving closer to him.

It was Amethystine's turn to blush lightly as the lady leaned lewdly against his front, her barely contained bust squishing up against his scutes. The look of hope for his alchemical efforts that showed upon his snout began to fade somewhat as he realized Eydis may have been attempting to ingratiate herself to him. While he appreciated any of the alluring advances, he was certain he didn't taste _quite_ that good.

With a sobering clearing of his throat, Ame pulled one hand free while bracing the suckling babe's shoulder with his other. Eydis relented with a grin and a wink before withdrawing. Murali and Sepi had been of two minds throughout the display, conflicted about watching the wanton display and wishing it was them. Alex had been priming any number of snarky sayings, ranging from 'Get a room!' to 'Oh come ON!', and had almost erupted with one, before the 'couple' broke apart.

"Right, so.." began Ame, a bit flustered. "I was going to show you what'sss under here!" He resumed, both remembering the cylinder himself and reminding his audience of it at the same time. He ushered events forward with a flashy unveiling, ripping the sheet from the giant, tall tube.

It was a tank filled with water, and a shark.

"Say 'Hello', Ace!" instructed Amethystine.

AcePrion swam up to the thick, curved glass and placed both palms upon it, peering out with a toothy, sharky grin. His mouth moved no more, but all those in attendance clearly heard the words "Hullo Ace!" echoing in their heads. Telepathy was a common trait to aquatic anthro species, so the only surprising element to the blue shark's introduction was the fact that he would use such a tired old joke as an opener.

Leaning lightly on the large tank, the potioneer waved the rest of the snakes over. "My good sharky friend here is going to provide a more 'in situ' demonstration of my new formulas," announced Ame, as Ace agreed, nodding.

Retrieving a vial from a nearby counter, the constrictor flowed his form up the 15-foot side of the, meeting his more marine-inclined assistant, who also floated up to the surface, pointed snout emerging smoothly. "Thanks," said the fish, aloud, before prying the plastic container open's sealed cap and draining the contents into his mouth. Giving a soft sigh at the pleasant taste, he automatically checked his neck's gill slits for possible spillage of the serum before sinking back into the water.

Descending at the same time as the water-bound and legless Ace, Amethystine took his place in the rough circle that had formed around the tank. Sepi, Murali, Eydis and even Alex watched with eager expectation. Floating horizontally, the shark idly circled around within the tight space of the tall cylinder. The hydro-dynamic form was occasionally obstructed to the observers by the thick, riveted metal strips that ran up along the circumference of the round structure in four places.

The first sign that the sleek creature felt anything amiss was a faint flicker in his normally steadily swaying tail. It twitched, making his smooth sliding through the saltwater stutter slightly. He stopped to assess himself, twisting his tight, torpedo-like body to peer back at himself, causing him to witness his own subtle shift with the gathered, onlooking snakes.

The very tips of his tail-fins tingled, his skin coming alive in a gradual wave of pleasant sensation. The rough sharkskin's almost metallic blue hue was overtaken slowly by bits of broken brown blotches, at the very ends of the triangular extremities. The spots spread and conjoined with one another, turning into a quickly climbing colour-shift, the mottled golden brown, with its varying shades, replaced the pure ocean blue.

Empathetic shivers broke out upon the spines of the snakes, thanks to a sudden burst of telepathic tawdriness.. a delighted groan sounding in their minds as though it was their own. Among Ame's guests, few covert glances were made to tail-tips, to ensure they weren't also transforming.. yet. If the fish floundered, they would know it was not from discomfort.

The somewhat craggy looking new colour finished forming upon the broad, flat fins, and the effect of the designer draught dripped into the main streamlined shape of the shark. A new shade of brown appeared, much deeper, more rich with the tiniest hint of orange somewhere deep in the muddy mixture. After the paleness of the fins, the body seemed all the more robust as it received its new appearance. The inching alteration seemed to speed up as the two fronts from the upper and lower tail-fin joined on the body, flowing fast up the fishy flanks.

While the shift in colour crept over the creature of the deep, the serpents could see quite clearly as the shark squirmed in gentle but all-over delight, more mental moans making their way into their minds. Most of the watchers had wandered closer without even thinking about it, including Alex, who, despite her firmly crossed arms, seemed to have the most intense focus of all the eyes. It was as if the stern serpent girl was suddenly like her host in a way she wouldn't have expected. She wasn't blinking, despite actually possessing moveable eyelids, unlike Amethystine.

The familiar brown upon Ace's body welled up through his core, affecting alterations to the smaller fins that it swept past. They gained the lighter brown from base to pointed tips, while the deeper, more appetizing hue went further forward. The stark contrast of the two tones gave the impression of numerous shards of triangular debris embedded into a softer, smoother substance. The exception were the 'special fins' that Ace possessed, which seemed to become an even deeper version of the body's colour.

While watching Ace's graceful, rapturous rolling through the water, Sepi wondered aloud, to Amethystine, "Why _do_ you always make your products so sensual, anyway?"

"Why not?" was the simple, yet satisfying answer.

In a final rush, the newly redecorated sea-dweller's snout was swallowed up in the potion's effects. In a similar effort, the shark shot up to the top of the tank and erupted out of the water with a satisfied gasp, just as his skin-deep metamorphosis finished.

"Piiie!" cried Ace.

"Pardon?" replied Murali, peering up at the bobbing brown shark, who loomed over the black-scaled naga.

"Can't you smell it? I'm all pie-y!" trumpeted the tank-bound test subject.

Slithering once more up against the side of the cylinder, Amethystine ascended with his spiral-coloured tongue leading the way. "Mmm, yesss, exactly. But what kind?" he asked, as if he didn't know. Giving Ace a subtle look to keep the shark from answering, the python gestured to his cohorts. "Come on now! Use those coils for more than just standing around like bipeds. Up with you!"

Streaking up next to his metamorphosis-minded mentor, Sepi joined Ame while the three 'less scute-enabled' nagas gingerly maneuvered their lengthy masses upward, the former circle reforming as all five snakey beings stood their forms up against the perimeter of the tank. Floating in their midst, the shark suddenly seemed shy, flapping his tail a bit less firmly, letting himself sink down, just his head above the surface. It was clear he felt more secure in the water, more readily allowing them to see his whole form as he had displayed himself in his domain.

In Ace's defense, a quintet of tall, looming lamias, all flicking their forked tongues at him, surrounding him, their tails enclosing his 'home' on all sides.. it wasn't the most comforting of situations.

Nevertheless, the analysis of the experiment's results went on. "Pumpkin pie!" proclaimed the blue serpent. Sepi's smile was all the more wide, due to pumpkin being his favourite of all the scrumptious deep dished desserts.

"Precisely, a pumpkin pie shark, with crusty fins and a creamy filling body beneath them," expanded Amethystine while the fishy fellow gravitated toward his side of the circular space, going to the only person there he actually knew. The snake leaned down to whisper something to Ace, spare snatches of sibilance over-heard by his various guests.

The fish chuckled and nodded, slipping back underwater with nary a trace. His form could, of course, be seen under the surface, but not for long. The python produced a pair of particularly substantial vials. Taking one in each of his claws hands, both of his thumbs flicked upwards in unison to pop the tops, which bounced on their slightly springy folded plastic hinges. With a pose not unlike that of an orchestral conductor, the apothecary's arms angled up over the briny reservoir, gracefully pouring twin streams of fluid into the tank, moving his hands to combined the flow of the creamy white and yellow liquids. They almost looked like milk and entirely liquid egg yolks, but such a suspicion would be brushed away as one watched the water where the two tubes' contents co-mingled.

From the contact point directly in front of the python, the two additives exploded outward in yet another transformation that seemed to merely affect the appearance of something, and leave it physically unchanged. Cream-coloured tendrils shot out in all directions, representative of the currents created in the wake of the just-departed shark, avenues for the alteration's quick proliferation. In a matter of moments, the clear water was transformed into some kind of soup that almost looked like a giant banana milkshake.

Suddenly, the soft salty scent that had wafted up to their collective nostrils and tongue tips was replaced with a rich, robust scent of sweetness and spice. Faint, fleeting hints hid in a melange of full-bodied flavours. Vanilla? Nutmeg? With those telltale aromatic twinges, realization dawned on a few of the puzzled faces around the deep pool.

"Egg nog?" ventured Murali, leaning down slightly to gaze more intently at the light yellow liquid, going so far as to dip a finger into it. He found the fluid just as watery as.. water. The substance was not modified, no, but the taste was a flawless recreation of the Decembery drink. The white-haired Alex also lowered herself to peer and flick her tongue at the lightly lapping surface, trying to see Ace in the murk. It was beyond impossible, but she seemed quite stubborn in her pursuit of any sighting of the sleek creature, no matter how fleeting.

"Correct, my good naga," was Ame's answer. "We wouldn't want our tassste tessster to have the pumpkin pie flavour ruined by a bitter bit of seawater," he remarked, gazing directly at Alex. Unfortunately for her, she didn't notice until everyone else had seen the python's pointed peering and followed it right to her.. all of them looking at her by the time she looked up. The store-owner serpent had seen how the grey-tailed girl's unease at being dragged to his laboratory had melted away when she had spotted Ace.

It had been quite subtle, but the way her crossed arms had loosened somewhat, and the halting in the occasional derisive noises she produced had been clear indicators for Ame. And all the signs pointed to the fact that Alex had wanted a taste of shark even before he had been pie-ified.

Still leaning low on the lip of the tank, her breasts depressed gently by the curving rim, her red eyes darted around, to each of her fellow snakes in turn, frozen in place. "What? Me? Uhh.." she stammered. Eydis grinned and Murali smirked. They both knew her well enough that she'd have screamed "NO!" already if she was really set against something. They knew she was about to produce some lame excuse, but it never got the chance to materialize in her mind, much less leak out of her lips.

The naga-girl's long ears twitched, signalling some faint sound she did not even consciously register. A faint tremor tickled one of her most sensitive of sensors, her belly being acutely aware of vibrations, just as any other snake. She looked down to the egg nog flavoured water, inches below her face just in time to see Ace's handsome snout and hands surfacing, breaking out of the murk in slow motion. At first, it was just a large pointed island, surrounded by six rocks.. his nose and outstretched fingers. She blinked, her breath catching in her throat as the fetching fish flowed up to embrace her head with his hands, kissing her deeply.

While the situation seemed something out of a romantic scene involving two star-crossed mythical lovers, it took a moment for the sweet serenity one might expect to arrive. At first, Alex's hands clamped onto the backs of Ace's own, her head attempting to wiggle free as her fingers pried on the damp hands that held her firmly in place. Slowly, she stopped struggling, her hands beginning to brush at the rough brown skin.. eventually slipping down to hold his own sleek face, kissing him back in earnest, mmming deeply at the intimacy.. and the intense taste provided by the pie and the hint of nog upon the watery one's form.

Curses and confusion in equal amounts flew through the flustered and fuming female's brain. Conflict raged, she couldn't let them think she was some flighty floozy, like Eydis.. but.. but she couldn't resist sharks! She shivered, nearly melting when she imagined the majestic marine-made men. So much strength and skill packed into such a compact and perfectly formed body. Efficient, effective hunters, the mightiest warriors of the seas.. so sleek and smooth, every inch the perfect predator. So sexy.. so similar to her kind, but so foreign at the same time.. the allure of the alien, the unique.. the mysterious world of the ocean..

It was at about that time, when thoughts of succumbing to the seductive sea creature and venturing into his wondrous world were making their way through Alex's partially grey-scaled head, that AcePrion began to gradually sink, drawing the damsel downwards. Far from enacting an emulation of a deadly siren-like seduction, the shark had also relaxed so much as to have forgotten himself somewhat, his tail not properly propelling himself upward with enough strength to overcome gravity's pull on him. Perhaps he was used to more buoyancy, in the ocean, or other factors. But the fact remains that the pumpkin pie pulled the naga into what looked like a vat of egg nog.

Well, he pulled her torso and a handful of feet of her serpentine lower half into it. The shock of her immersion in the cold fluid made her form clench, her belly bracing down on both sides of the tank's top lip. The onlookers had been silent as it happened, and burst out laughing at the sudden 'full stop' telegraphed so plainly on the smokey-scaled tail.

A bevy of bubbles burst at the surface of the creamy liquid as, presumably, Alex screamed deep in the opaque fluid. Her tail whipped around against the side of the cylindrical tank and the floor, luckily being too far from any of the immaculate tables covered in the pristine pastries.

Simultaneously deciding that the hot-headed snakegirl had had enough of a dunk, the rest of the gawking group reached in to grab the soaked, panicking female, dragging her out.

~

The towel that Amethystine had produced and handed around to his guests for them to dry off was rather curiously singular. It kept changing colour, every time new hands held it. It seemed to personalize itself to each person, copying their scale pattern, somehow. Ame had muttered something about 'side effects'. The terrycloth was a little grungy, a little like a mechanic's rag, soiled with the stains of numerous past mishaps. One might have almost expected some of the splotches to sport scales or at least hiss at you when handled improperly.

"Really, Alex, you should take that off," repeated Eydis, the only other female trying to convince the drenched woman to undress for her own sake. She had taken it upon herself to do so, thinking that it wouldn't sound right, coming from one of the guys. Evidently, Eydis was as bad as the men, in Alex's eyes. The whole group had tried to get her to laugh it off, but to no avail.. they had hopes for later, though.

It didn't help that Eydis had stripped, herself. The exhibitionist's excuse had been quite flimsy, citing soaked clothes after the group's rescue of Alex from the vat. In the turmoil, she had pulled off her blouse, so the extent of the supposed drenching could not be accurately ascertained. Either due to the female's forward thinking or an actual abundance of the nog-like liquid on their coats, Amethystine and Sepi had also doffed the open and robe-like coverings. Not wanting to be left out of the bare-bodied boys club, Murali soon followed suit.

Stubborn as always, Alex was steadfast in her refusal to remove her clothes, despite the total nudity of all others there, and the sopping nature of the fabric on her full frame. Embarrassed by her semi-seduction by the shark and her dunk in his tank, she was all the more convinced that she had to show she wasn't as easy as Eydis. Determined to be contrary to the rest of the reptiles, who seemed so intent on humiliating her.

Getting things back on track, Amethystine asked Alex to describe her kiss.. or the taste of it, at least, to further his research. After telling him that he could always go smooch the shark himself, Alex answered begrudgingly, closing her eyes to increase her ability to recall the incident in full detail. She described his lips, and how they had been, at first, coated with egg nog flavour, due to the water.. she likened it to a rather risque` version of dipping a cookie in milk. A rare smile graced her normally stern features as she went on to explain how his lips were just like pumpkin pie, although a little dry. Her crossed arms melted into a self-hug as her clipped tones turned to pining purrs, her recounting transitioning to the tender kiss and how the male's mouth had been a marvellous mockup of the dessert it was meant to copy. Smooth, spicy perfect pumpkin pie had made its way to her lips in the form of a tenderly venturing tongue, upon which she had suckled. She unconsciously licked her own lips as she thought back to entwining her own impressive tongue with the delicious one that had delved into her mouth, delivering the delightful flavour.. as well as the shark's saliva, which only accented his fanciful flesh.. for it tasted like cool whip, complementing the pumpkin pie perfectly.

Alex's mind replayed the rousing moment with increasingly intense and imaginative modifications until/before she remembered herself and opened her eyes. Returning to the present, the naga woman found herself turned on, which she came to terms with rather readily. She was also able to understand how she found herself fondling her own flesh, one hand on a hip, the other cupping a breast. What she couldn't fathom was how she had peeled off her clothes without realizing it, while lost in her reverie of recollection.

Blame would have been pointed to Eydis or Amethystine, in the suddenly naked naga's estimation, but the annoyed expression on the pink-scaled girl's face told Alex that her little accidental show had been quite something for the men, and had miffed the harlot, who evidently wished she had thought of such a routine. Amethystine was too gob-smacked for Alex to believe he had anything to do with it. She had to accept that she had bared herself in her blind, blissful trip down memory lane.. had to accept her unconscious decision to join in. In an odd way, she had been forced to admit how much she wanted to enjoy herself as much as the others.

With a resigned, "Aw, screw it," spat out under her breath, the white-haired woman slithered over to join the others, all assembled now showing full scales and skin. The time was right for a few free samples.

~

In a laboratory filled with stainless steel equipment and fixtures, a large silver-domed tray, the type one would imagine on a room service cart in a classy hotel, doesn't seem all that much out of place. Certainly not in the lab attached to 'Ame's Alchemical Apothecary', surrounded by every manner of treat one might ever associate with Christmas OR XXXmas.

Whipping the cover off of the platter, the pythonic host revealed a handful of plates, each holding a slice of pumpkin pie and a fork. Each piece possessed a puffy mound of cool whip. Each puff was coloured, and each colour corresponded to a guest in obvious ways. A light blue topped slice was handed to Sepi, pink for Eydis, slightly slate-shaded white for Alex and black for Murali.

While Amethystine had expected a possible necessity of talking his guests into partaking in the pre-prepared pieces of pie with their personalized puffs, perhaps due to the peculiar python's precarious reputation and what they had seen so far that evening, but no one batted an eye (of the ones that could bat their eyes). Ame inwardly attributed their lack of reluctance to Alex's tantalizing description of the spicy pumpkin pie-related encounter she had just given, which he thanked her for, mentally. The tasty-looking transmogrification of the shark right in front of them also couldn't have hurt.

They all quickly gobbled up the pie, each of them hungry for more than just the small sample of temporary sweetness, each in their own way. It seemed like a new level of hunger was hanging in the room, a different desire to be sated.

An unspoken promise to satisfy that more mature need was announced by Amethystine, loud and clear, as he pulled out a long rack of vials, each brimming with clear liquid. He held them up and out toward his friends, "Alright, now, to wash those down, have a potion! A different sort of Confection Affection for everyone!"

Various cries of jubilation rang throughout the reptile's research room, the most rambunctious of which was sounded by Sepi, who bounded forth upon his coils to snatch the first of the proffered potions from the python. While the remainder of the potent potables were passed out to each and all (save for Ace, of course), Sepi was already swallowing his down. He licked his lips and failed spectacularly at containing his excitement. Bouncing on his coils boyishly, the blue racer clenched and relaxed his hands, winding and unwinding his tail forward and back, left and right, waiting for the tell-tale tingles of tantalizing transformation.

Murali and Eydis both shrugged to one another, mutually agreeing to go with the flow, as it seemed like it could certainly be a fun and flavourful flow indeed. As one might have expected, Alex hesitated as she watched her compatriots tipping the vials back. "Really guys? Come on! He hasn't even told us what these do!"

Everyone turned to peer at the single voice of dissent, while Amethystine glided forward, smiling amicably. "If you don't trust me, then you could just claim I'm lying about what's in these containers," countered the constrictor.

A look of confusion coalesced on Alex's face, as well as on Sepi's snout. The girl didn't know how to respond, as the snake's argument seemed oddly like it was only worsening the potioneer's position. Meanwhile, Sepi had realized that the serum he had drank had been bland, and not at all the shot of sugar he had been led to expect. He was about to speak up to the inventor about a mistake he might have made when a wonderful wave of stimulation spawned from the tip of his tail.

"Why, you could have claimed that I poisoned the pie!" Ame went on, ignoring the sudden sibilant sigh that sweep in from where Sepi sat.

It's possible that Murali and Eydis might have also come to the same realization that the more devoted metamorphosis fan had, prior to the onset of his shift.. but they too gasped softly and began to writhe in what was fast becoming a tawdry and tangled snake pit.

Continuing to act oblivious to the rising evidence of erotic rapture emanating from behind him, Amethystine stood a little bit taller and a little bit closer to Alex, looming over her. In the lone hold-out's point of view, the large lamia was framed by the gasping, groaning group as he spoke to her, his speech spiked with seduction, "Ceassse your foolish self-denial, fair, formidable and fearsome female." He swept his tail around behind him to gesture at the undulating pleasure of her counterparts. "Sssee how your fellow nagas lead the way into new and novel areas.. you wouldn't want to be seen as weak or cowardly, would you? Letting them move forward without you, into uncharted territories, exploring the exotic and innovative without a proper lady-lamia leader, sssuch asss yourssself..?"

Alex faltered, the fortress of defenses crumbling at its core.. she wanted to be strong, in all things. She always thought sex was a temptation, to which one succumbed, out of a weakness of will. The idea of needing to be courageous for a carnal act struck her deeply.. as thoughts of how someone like herself might need to venture into an alien environment for one she loved had been swirling like a whirlpool in her head ever since her encounter with Ace. She was not in love with the blue shark, pie-flavour or no.. but she had become somehow convinced that her perfect partner laid somewhere under the surface of the sea.

The naga knew she would need to be wilful, brave, and open to change, if she was to join any potential pelagic partner. To hunt for a hunk, let alone join one.. join one, or ensnare her catch of the day, and drag him home to her bathtub! Whether she would require a readjustment for saltwater, or if her secured and sea-bound sweetheart wasn't suited to land, Alex would probably call upon the python as an eventuality.

Alex flashed a little grin at Amethystine, a grand plan having settled in her mind in mere moments while she had appeared at odds with his offer. "Yes, I suppose I should help my hapless cohorts, here, eh?" she quipped to the constrictor as she opened the vial, ready to drink.

'Sly' doesn't begin to describe the smooth smile that the serpent sported as Alex's grey-scaled hand quivered in front of her chin. The top of the bottle just barely grazed her lips before her grip evaporated, thanks to a sudden rousing rush from her tail, surprising the recently resolute reptile. Amethystine caught the container as it tumbled out of the girl's hand and toward the floor, the cylinder rolling easily from her palm.

Gaping at her tail as its scales slide toward something more snowy, Alex stutters at the inventor through the sweet, spine-tingling tremors of the swift shift. "Wha-- how-- I didn't--!"

"You really were quite right. I _could_ have poisoned the pie, but I didn't. I didn't poissson anything, but I _did_ dose the colour-coded cream puffs with pre-prepared potions. Why else would I need to personalize them?"

As the truth sunk in, Alex found that she didn't quite care. The pleasure of the rippling, running transfiguration, coupled with how she had decided she wanted it only seconds before it began.. it made it such that her instant gratification and joy from the sweeping alteration to her colouration was possibly more powerful than the excitement and arousal than those who had been expecting and steeling themselves for the thrill.

The grey-scaled coils flexed about in a way that reminded one of an out-of-control firehose, in slow motion.. the steadily spreading white that marched up Alex's body only helped cement the idea of a flailing tubular form as it filled with a fluid. Her increasingly light-hued loops became an impromptu bed as the female flopped onto the bunched up body below. Panting, her arms rose to rub her more human reaches, the soft skin seeming suddenly more sensitive and sensuous as her sinuous spine spiralled beneath her back.

Fingers fondled full, fat flesh, feeling fabulous, fulfilled for a fleeting second before the tidal wave of shifting scales swelled up and crashed over Alex's torso. The white-cap of a wave that was her transformation, having brought pure snowy scales to her coils, seemed to forget that she was half human, washing more obvious scales up over the blended beach that was her upper body. The mixture of flawless human skin and tiny, fine scales that created the intricate patterns of grey upon her higher areas was flooded over with more of the serpentine snow from below. She became an anthro serpent, much like Amethystine or Sepi, clad in cold, wintry white.

At least, she was, up to her neck. As soon as the new skin sealed around her shoulders, her hair came alive and gained weight. With this new corporeal constitution, it slithered against her scalp and sank into her skin, the already white locks fusing to her flesh, finishing her new colour-coating. The gorgon-like strands also consumed Alex's elf-like ears in their advance, growing forward, out past the front of her face, forming a new structure with surprising speed.

Extending into an exotic snout, the naga's hair melded into a draconic face, her head morphing to follow, suddenly settling the shocked naga girl into her new form. She was a white draconic serpent of some kind.

It was the same kind of snakey drake-- or, more accurately, drake-like snake-- that Eydis and Murali had just found themselves as, after they stopped moaning and squirming long enough to notice.

A perfectly pink tongue flowed forth from Eydis' altered face, flickering her forks at Murali, who was examining his new creamy brown pigment. "Chocolate!" exclaimed Eydis, elated.

The male hummed his assent, agreeing with her assessment of his anatomy having aligned with a considerable concentration of cocoa. He turned to her, making use of his elongated neck's improved agility to inspect his purely pink companion. His own tongue twisted through the air before slapping back into his maw, prominent particles being passed to the olfactory-sensing organ hidden in the roof of the mouths of serpents everywhere. The complex process of biology returned to him a simple result: "Strawberry!" was the verdict as to what variety of taste his friend had been made to embody.

"And you're vanilla, my sssweet," whispered Amethystine, with a hiss that snuck into Alex's metaphorical ear as his hands subtly steered her toward her counterparts. In literal truth, the trio of former nagas now had nary a mark upon their streamlined, snout-tipped heads. What they did have were identical crests that followed their spines, fine frills that fit their heads and long necks, nicely.

The atmosphere in the sugar-coated laboratory had been leaning steadily towards the more lustful, beginning with increasingly naked nagas, proceeding to secret yearnings for particular piscine partners being uncovered.. and then the intensity of the sexually charged change. We may never know if Amethystine had already added the extra effect to the 'Confection Affection' line, which affects the portion of the user's mind concerned with scents and the signals it sends to other regions of the brain. In essence, the user would begin to have the same physiological responses to sweet scents as to musky ones. A wonderfully odoriferous bakery would bring about the same sex-driven thoughts as a brothel's heady aromas, in the minds of the tastily transformed.

It might have also been a long repressed desire of communal craving amongst the three semi-humans-turned-draconic-serpents that led to their loops entwining so readily, as soon as the white, the brown and the pink, came within close proximity of one another.

The triumvirate of tasty-fleshed friends were tangled up within seconds, Murali and Eydis both stretching to the approaching Alex, kissing her cheeks, happy to have witnessed her acquiescence to the alterations, minutes before. While their bodies bent and flexed in the flowing manner of snakes, entwining erotically, the kissing contorted, curled and coiled, so that what began as two simultaneous pecks on Alex's cheeks became much more. Every possible combination of kiss, smooch, peck, lick, nuzzle, nosing and necking was achieved by the trio amongst one another, their necks dancing gracefully together as their sinuous, sensuous serpentine forms frolicked on the floor below in similar smoothness.

They found, then, that their skin may have carried a delightful and subtle sampling of their succulent new suffusions, their deep tongue tussling revealed how much more potent the exotic essences were, within their mouths. Their saliva and their tender pillowy palates provided tail-curlingly tasty diversions from that which their sugary surfaces bore. It was as though the richest reaches of their forms were at their core.

Much like the three distinct, different and complimentary flavours of ice cream that the nagas had been infused with, Murali, Alex and Eydis melted together in a marvellous mishmash of mouthing and moaning. They tasted each other's scaly skin, suckling the sweetness of their flavourful flesh as they fused into a tri-coloured combination of carnal communion.

And that was all _before_ their bodies actually did begin to blend into one another!

The intense interlude led them flawlessly from figurative fusion to literal linking, long, lovingly looped sections of snake started to sink seamlessly into one another, amalgamating into an altogether alien arrangement.

While their snouts and the dexterous stalks that supported them remained firmly entrenched and all-encompassingly occupied with the business of blissful kissing, it seemed as though they trusted their lower portions to act accordingly, the lustful lunges and sexy squirming that had led up to their merging having been a testament to that. As the snakes were drawn into a single multicoloured set of coils that quaked with their collective libido, starting with their tail ends enmeshing and zippering the three together from the bottom up, one would assume that they didn't even notice, such was their pooled pleasure.

Perhaps they knew what was happening, in some recess of their rapture-replete minds, perhaps they were cognizant and consciously craved the coming together.. so that they might _come together_. Maybe only parts of the interlocking puzzle knew, or wanted it. The potion could have caused their sudden, heated harmony, although Ame will tell you that although his formula enacted the integration, it had no mind-melding component to ensure the entity that emerged wouldn't war within itself.

Of course, one cannot get mad at one's own arm, or leg, or tail. The serpent's serum did not force their feelings to fuse like their forms, but in providing the scintillating situation within his confection filled laboratory and paving the way for the nagas' nearness, Amethystine allowed their innate similarities to shine through from behind differing personalities. Their heads might have sometimes differed, but their hearts held the same tune.

Brown and pink flanked an off-white core as the coils conjoined, continuing up into the tightly embracing torsos, which slid into one another side by side, drawn into place by the slithering advance of the bodies blending below. The vague waists of the snakes were synched to one another, brown and pink melting into white, long slender Vs drawing upward to seal the serpents together. Alex's arms happened to slide to her sides just in time to be enveloped in the encroaching enmeshing, her fingers fusing into a slender slip of a tendril, which itself rooted into the creeping crevasse of the continuous coming together.

Shoulders and collars coalesced into a collective mass, morphing into a larger version of the same svelte frame that all three nagas had possessed, prior to their conjoinment.

The four full feminine swells that sat upon two of the three adjacent chests reduced to three as Alex's right breast met and merged with Eydis' left. The resultant mammary was massive until the flesh self-regulated, sending size to its twin neighbours, turning them into triplet tits. Further flowing upon the almost fluid flesh, the leftmost bit of bust bless the brown of Murali's male chest, taking up his colour to gift him with a hefty, herm-ifying bust (or half of one). With the mound moving to the male's territory, the one in the middle was left to Alex, brightening from the mixture of hues until it reached the heights of white, the last remaining pink, planted permanently upon Eydis' area of the amalgam.

When it was finished reforming, the single slightly wide trunk was tri-coloured along vertical divisions, each with a nipple-tipped, tender teardrop of flavoured flesh of the appropriate shade. One brown and one pink arm hung from either shoulder, the white ones whisked away in the wild warping. Atop the newly hewn hydra-naga of Neapolitan proportions, were three necks, which still held the separate psyches of the snakes involved. As before and as they went forward in that form, the neighbouring heads differed sometimes, but their single, sizable, merged heart held a unified tune.

All throughout their pleasant pulling together, those three were still of a mind to kiss one another.. at least until Alex attempted to fondle her female friend's front. With a startled cry, she discovered her lack of limbs, not to mention the missing target of her molestation.

"What the--" were Alex's first coherent words.

Shortly thereafter, Eydis' gasped "Hotness!" with a grin.

"A hydra," was Murali's monotone addition.

They all spoke independently as they reacted to the revelation of their shared shape, but with their suddenly inherent ability for verbal coordination, it almost sounded like the odd statement of: 'What the hotness?! A hydra!'

"Right you are, Murali," chimed in the candy cane constrictor, who was leaning on the mock-eggnog filled tank. He had watched the entire escapade with the pumpkin pie-shark, both of them grinning at the ice creamed individuals. "I assume you can all deduce what particular treat you're meant to mimic, as you've all had plenty of time to tassste the telltale melange of flavours your flesh formsss.."

All three looked over their combined coils and nodded, knowing the truth instinctively, or at least intuitively.

"Now, while pie a la mode is wonderful and all, I reserve it for other kinds of pie, other than pumpkin. Like a nice warm blueberry or apple. But what always works with a side of ice cream is a nice chocolate cake, isn't that right, Sssepi?" Amethystine asked, letting the question hang in the air while the subject of his statement and the person to whom he had posed it slithered out from behind the tank. The previously blue and off-white snake wore a wide, giddy grin, proudly displaying his darkened scutes to the six eyes of the tied-together-trio, overjoyed to have been transformed by the constrictor's confectionary concoction.

While the hydra had been pulled together, the lone serpent had rode his own roller coaster of rousing rearrangement. He had experienced a much more simple shifting of shades, which had been scintillating all the same.

The fragrant aroma of fresh baked cake wafted forth with the arrival of the newly transformed artist, the light airy scent, tinged with the tang of decadent butter icing. The prominent underbelly, coated in chocolate brown scutes, was flanked with contrasting white stripes which lay within the beginnings of the overlapping scales that covered the rest of the snake's body. Beyond the flanking strips of white were vast fields of a deep red, marred only by various green blotches, completing the serpent's hottiday ensemble of the traditional XXXmas colours.

The festive green was formed into a variety of straight, almost rigid looking lines that ran every which way over Sepi's back.. but only in a slender area around his spine, never dipping below a certain level onto his sides. The mysterious markings might have almost formed legible letters, but seemed too big to fit in any one spot on the male's scales.

A pair of flickering forks, red and white, flashed near to the chocolate XXXmas cake-snake's snout. They were a precursor before the pythonic host's lips neared Sepi's head to whisper some suggested instructions to him. Ame leaned away, twirling his index finger a bit, further encouraging his fresh-baked friend.

Shrugging, the formerly blue racer wound his form up into a tight, perfectly circular spiral, with his torso standing up in the centre. As he did so, the hydra, having worked out that Alex was the one who controlled the coils most easily, moved over to watch, with Ace and Ame.

The serpentine spiral slowly settled, solving a puzzle that no one but the potioneer had known was even there. With his thick body held in a firm, round, flat shape, the cakesnake actually looked a lot like the confection he was meant to mimic. The cocoa-infused brown body of the cake was concealed on the floor, under the loops of the lamia, and the white track that traced his belly ended up as a rim, sitting around the perimeter of the pastry, like the frilly ridge of icing that fences in the rest of the dessert.

With the serpentine body forming a low cylinder, the red 'icing' made up the circular side and top of the pseudo-cake, while the mish-mash of green lines, which had appeared like random, chaotic colouration, coalesced into neat printing, a message taking shape, as if spelled out by some detail-oriented cake decorator.

'Merry XXXmas! Now let's eat! :}===<' were the words that revealed themselves to those watching, even the distinct typographical symbols to form Amethystine's telltale signature. The person who was inviting the assembled entities to begin dining was quite clearly him.

Sepi's own tongue flicked out as he read the cute snake-tongue emoticon that was displayed upon his combined and lined up backside, smirking. He was ready to comment on Amethystine's choice of seasonal greeting when he noticed the colour of his forked appendage had inverted in colour, going from its original black to a slick white. He turned to look at his fused friends, opening his mouth a bit and letting his long tongue loll out. "Is my mouth different too, guys?" he asked, a bit sloppily, as he tried to keep his mouth open as much as possible while posing his pondering to the tri-coloured trio.

"The flesh of your mouth is the same brown as your belly," answered Murali.

"But more ssslick," hissed Eydis, from the other side of the hydra.

"Your _tongue_ is white," Alex interjected, acting as if she was correcting an erroneous statement, having seen how Sepi had initially reacted to his tongue's change in pigment.

"Yesss, the idea was that the thin strip of wet white in the moist chocolate brown of your mouth was to mimic the sight of a slice of cake, specifically the middle of two layers of the pastry, with that thin line of vanilla icing sitting between the two sweet slabsss."

A chorus of quiet 'ooh's came from the conjoined serpents. "Well, I can see it now, yeah," muttered Murali.

Chuckling, Sepi slurped his tongue back into his lips, but then froze. "Hey! I can't taste any vanilla or anything in here!" he exclaimed in clear disappointment.

"People can't tassste their own mouths or tongues, now can they?" countered the candy cane coloured constrictor. He continued, "I guess you'll jussst have to find something else to taste, hmm?" With a grin, the end of the python's proposed quandary was accompanied by his tailtip, which he swung around in front of Sepi's snout, crooked at the end to look every bit like the confectionary cane.

With a snatching grab, the cakesnake plucked the teasing tail out of the air in front of him and popped it into his mouth, 'mmm'ing at the taste almost immediately. For his part, Amethystine hissed in soft pleasure as the tapered termination of his form was fondled within the folds of his fellow serpent's massaging mouth. He sought out and captured Sepi's tail, suckling on the sweet red and green icing and licking longingly at the cocoa covering of his belly. Their long bodies became more and more tightly twisted as they traded the tantalizing tastes of their tailtips. The hands belonging to the pair of honeyed males moved over the wriggling lengths outside of their lips, gradually heading toward the sensitive spots nearby, their vents.

Urged forth by the brazen show of flavourful fondling, Alex had moved the shared hydra body over to the shark tank, and was climbing the side of it. She craved a reunion with the handsome fish, especially if she was going to be forced to pair up with someone. She would have Ace, and Eydis and Murali could have one another, their necks craned around behind her own, she cared little. As the triple headed torso crested over the edge of the cylindrical reservoir of egg nog water, one pink and one brown arm moved obligingly to support the trio's form.

"Go ahead, sssissster," hissed Eydis encouragingly, on Alex's right. She smiled softly, trying to support any slight sexual activity that the normally frigid vanilla female might engage in. Murali was no different, wishing her luck before the shark reappeared from where he had been spying on Ame and Sepi.

Being genuinely touched by the support of her serpentine 'siblings', the snowy skinned snake-drake was at a loss for things to say. Usually, she didn't have much to be grateful about, and was dreadfully out of practise when it came to expressing gratitude. So, when the smooth, pointed piscine visage appeared from out of the creamy depths, Alex shot forward on her long, agile neck, rushing into a kiss with the palatable pumpkin pie person rather than figuring out how to respond to her body-mates.

Ace made a muffled yelp of surprise while the two flanking hydra heads grinned at their central portion's flustered state. The shark quickly recovered, his eyes shutting slowly as he relaxed into the hungry kiss, reaching up to hold Alex's snout tenderly. Her smooth, light taste calmed him while his excited Alex once more. Drawing further together, the smooches flowing freely between them, the shark's hands rubbed over her long stalk of a neck below her slender snout. After a short time, the spicy brown shark was so lost in his little lustful world, he felt as though Alex's lips were gracing his face even more, licking and kissing his cheeks, sometimes both at once, even while he continued to lock lips with the white-coloured woman.

Of course, the other portions of the Neapolitan naga had joined in to surround the beau belonging to their 'leader' with sweetness. They moaned softly on either side of the shark, hissing in delight while Alex murmured her approval between kisses. Eventually, though, she stopped and opened her eyes to see why her private interlude had become so crowd-pleasing. Not only did she see her 'siblings' smooching her shark's cheeks, she also found her fishy fellow fondling the breasts on either side of her own, massaging Murali and Eydis, but not her!

"Hey!" she cried, breaking the kiss, which made the male freeze where he floated, hands cupping the delicious domes that lay on either side of Alex's. Ace's eyes had finally opened, but with the outburst, they were locked on the vicious look that the vanilla-tinted girl possessed, still not seeing the error of his ways. "Those don't belong to me, Mister Prion," she chided, wishing she had an arm with which to direct her suitor's palms. She hadn't felt any of the sensual stroking at all, revealing to the trio just how divided their senses could be. Without provocation, the hydra's two arms slid in and guided both of Ace's hands onto Alex's snowy peak.

Both Ace and Alex quietly thanked Murali and Eydis before resuming their rousing rendezvous, the shark's two hands solely focused on Alex's singular, sensitive swell.

All three components of the conjoined creature were well on their way through thoroughly arousing activities, and their body was responding in the way most bodies do.. and in a couple ways very few do. Somewhere, Murali could feel his shaft shifting in a tight, slimy space. That was nothing new.. but the addition of some other shifting shapes against his maleness made him realize that he might have forgotten about a particular portion of his body and how it had ended up after the erotic entangling his flesh had experienced.

The male portion of the hydra-trio was surprised at the sensations coming from his sex.. since it was singular! He, like many male snakes, normally had a hemipenis, a dual-shaft with a shared base. But at that moment, he could tell his poles were no longer plural. Perhaps he had given one up to share with his conjoined comrades?

Before the brown boy could get to the bottom of that particular peculiarity of their new anatomy, said bodily arrangement began to shift once more. The hydra's transformation continued, but it could not separate the fateful coupling of ice cream and pie. The long loopy body shortened, compressing coils into a torso and a tail from which legs extended. All the while, the hydra smoothly repositioned itself, going from a three-headed serpent to a more traditional (yet still anthropomorphic) three-headed dragon.. from a long slender body leaning against the shark's tank to a tall draconic figure that stood on its own next to the tall cylinder full of creamy liquid.

The final form of the former serpents had a long tri-coloured tail, which mingled with the candy cane and cake coils nearby. The new digitigrade dragon legs also stood amongst the lustful loops below, and were both coloured half white on their inner sides.. one possessing Murali's brown on the outside, the other having Eydis' pink.

The only aspect of their change that really mattered to the occupied occupants of that hydra husk though, was that they could suddenly lift Ace into their larger, stronger arms, holding him up, halfway out of his tank.. his tail still churning the nog below.. his claspers, exposed and throbbing.. winding up buried within the pair of valleys that the triple-breasted bust provided.

After a long moment of the erotically charged embrace, with the sleek ocean-dweller's body rubbing up against the multi-coloured mass of the large hydra, which was, in turn, leaning against the glass of the tank, Murali, Eydis and Alex all felt something that made them pause and replace the shark in his aquarium.

Looking down, the triumvirate found that they each had a cock, emerging from a single central slit in the scales of their new groin. Each was bumping into the side of the tank, as if each was yearning for the shark just as much as they were. Of course, they knew who each of the prongs of the tantric trident belonged to, due to their colours.. there was one maleness of each hue and flavour, strawberry, vanilla and chocolate.

As Eydis and Murali reached their arms down to feel their newly enlarged phalli, fondling Alex's for her intermittently, it was discovered that much the same of what had happened upon their chest(s) had occurred in their combined cloacae.. there had been four members, and two of them had merged into a large central unit before the mass had redistributed to create three larger, lusty lengths. Murali had supplied two, naturally, but the male-turned-herm was surprised to learn that Alex had actually been endowed with her own hemis, and had always been. Eydis had known, but had been nice enough to keep it 'between the girls', as it were.

With their new sense of togetherness, though, all that was felt was a sort of bemusement.. as well as a little serendipity, as they were all rather pleased to have ended up with matching malehoods, feeling united in their shared hermification.

Serendipity swiftly swung into sensual sweetness as a few hands reached up from below to bestow the first foreign fondles to the fat, full flesh.. Amethystine and Sepi, who had been steadily heading toward giving each other head, had taken time out to tease the tasty new additions to the buffet of bodily succulence that were on display.

~(( Art by Sepi. To visit his posting, go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7282094/ ))~

While Ame and Sepi returned to groping one another, with their long slender shapes allowing them to have their heads and their hemi-sporting tails all in one place, the hydra returned to holding Ace, continuing their three-part attack upon the happily receptive shark.

Tantalizing tastes were traded endlessly back and forth amongst the altered assemblage of aroused anthros as things continued to heat up in the heated oven that was the python's laboratory.

Sepi realized his rods were tinged with the taste of white chocolate as his spiral-patterned python partner raved about their taste, goading the (formerly) blue racer to try his own genitalia. Ame's own adult anatomy was more than just the expected extra extremely satisfying peppermint, each pole also possessed a complimentary fruity cue: The scarlet spire was slightly infused with cherry, while the white was something more of a pure whipped cream sort of experience.

The entwined nagas created a background of sibilant, sensuous sighs for the interaction taking place above them. The three that made up the hydra had taken to lifting Ace fully from the fluid in which he floated, holding him to their form, unconcerned with the thick layer of liquid that sluiced over their scales, further accentuating their already abundant flavours. Ace was spoilt for choice himself, able to almost simultaneously sample each of the three creamy draconic beauties before him.

Not only able to feel the flavour of their flesh, the fish was able to actually acquire real, rapturous rivulets of their sweet selves, suckling from their busts, each nipple ready to flow with their different varieties of cream at the slightest provocation.

And speaking of drinking from a trio of flavourful fonts, when the hydra's throbbing malenesses began to drip down upon the erotically entangled snakes below, it didn't take much urging by one to get the other to slither upward and begin to suckle upon two of the sleek, pointed, pre-oozing poles. If you were to ask Ame and Sepi who had been the one to get the other to do so, neither will be able to tell you. Nor will they remember in which order they sipped the sweet slimes from the multi-members.. all they know now is that they rose up to add to the ravishing repast of all involved, writhing around against each other as they twisted together, moving from one cock to the next, never leaving the third, unattended shaft alone for long.

While dancing their tongues over two of the heavy lengths, the third was always being caressed by two hands, one from each naga.. their other arms holding around the nearby legs of the hydra, stroking the sensitive inner thighs softly as their snouts butted up against the conjoined crotch above.

Groaning every now and then, thanks to the pair of pythonic perverts at their feet, the three that made up the hydra found that holding onto a slippery, wet shark was rather amusing, feeling his fins flopping softly against their bare flesh as the hungry hunter of the deep dove about to delight himself with their divine, delicious body. Naturally, they too dined upon the denizen of the depths, each head having plenty of time to taste the piscine pumpkin pie.

While the cakesnake and the candy cane constrictor below returned to their own shared meal of one another, those that made up the hydra held the handsome Ace to themselves, so that they might feel his fluid gyrations more directly upon their skin.. rubbing their rods against his fin-festooned form. The shark shuddered with pleasure at being pressed to the pillowy mounds of his multi-parted partner(s), his own twin-tine tool sinking once more betwixt their breasts, one in each of the two deep divisions that made up their combined cleavage.

Naturally, the naughty nautical ne'er-do-well needed no nudging to begin brushing his bits between the boobs, bobbing against the large creature that the trio of snakes had become. With his wave-like undulations, Ace's tail wound up winding around the prominent shafts below as best it could, hooked down and around all three of the prominent spires of sensitive skin, giving them something to squeeze into as well. And squeeze they did, thrusting through the loop of tight shark tail, leaning on the tank, one arm grasping the rim of the glass cylinder, the other around Ace's back, under his dorsal fin. His rough skin wasn't an issue for the huge hydra's thick hide, even further stimulating their fat phalli.

Amethystine's agile tongue delighted Sepi as it encircled his dual shafts, as well as delighting itself with the delicate white chocolate taste of the tawdry flesh. After a lengthy licking of the cake-snake hide, the milk-like juices that the other serpent's sexes leaked were a good way to wash down the sugary taste of the icing and the body of the dark cake.

Meanwhile, Sepi could almost believe he was really partaking in two candy canes, although they were rather lewdly shaped, in the form of a python's pair of 'pene's. The the taste of the malenesses, with the cream of the white and the cherry of the red, mixed magnificently in Sepi's maw as he sucked them together. The fluids seeping from them tasted of a pure cool mint, like that of an after-dinner aperitif, hinting at a refreshing blast that was building in the python's depths.

Both serpents stroked one another's tails and massaged the areas that their mouths and dexterous tongues could not readily reach, the both of them gasping and gripping at the other's tail as they lay nestled together on their enmeshed coils.. their forms slowly sliding against one another in a constant massage.

The fireworks display of climaxes began, fittingly enough, at the top, with Ace. The shark's sinuous and sinful sliding against the silky spheres surrounding his sexes sent him into spasms of sweet release. The shark's release was indeed sweet, as Eydis and Murali can attest to, due to their quick reaction, both of them arched their long necks down to capture the first, fresh bursts of the pie-tinged male's seed. They were pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted like the expected topping for pumpkin pie: Cool Whip.

With Ace's peak reached, his tail tightened all the more around the slowly thrusting triumvirate of cocks belonging to the hydra, who pushed themselves over the edge with both the slick tail's urgings as well as their shared lustful excitement for the entire sex-saturated situation. They cried out in unison as their triple-shafts let loose all at once, splattering the side of the tank before them with thick jets of their own (ice) creamy cast off.

Droplets of said spray splashed over the scales of the serpents below the hydra, alerting them to the climatic results of the pairing above them before a shift in the hydra's stance and Ace's tail caused a cascade of cream-flavoured fluid to crash over their coils. The hot seed spurred their final fornicative fondlings of one another, the last licks leading the looped lamias to lunge into their own overwhelming orgasms, each filling the other with their scrumptious, sweetened sexual juices.

After the transmogrified individuals slowly came down from their collective high, their bodies going from pulsing, tensed and bliss-filled and entering into a mellow afterglow, a curious situation arose.

It was the first time any of the guests in attendance had expressed a desire to lick clean the scales of their partners.

~

The veritable buffet of delicious and deviant dishes dined on one another for quite some time after that, every combination of flavour and tastes coming together at some point in the long, sultry meal that was that night.

When it was all over and the python's 'dinner guests' were ready to depart, having returned to their normal shapes, colourations and (lacking) flavours, they were all gathered back at the front door of the storefront, putting their winter-wear back on. Alex threw open the door and was greeted with the sight of snow. Nothing but snow. Like an overindulgent helping of frosting on a decadent dessert, the world was covered in a thick layer of the rather reptile-risky stuff, and more was being drizzled over top as one watched.

Murali and Eydis peered out from on either side of Alex, not realizing how appropriate their positions were. Perhaps they had grown accustomed to flanking the white-scaled snake as they had as a hydra. The three turned around and gave an even more clear indication of their mutual bonding as they spoke.

"Frightful!" exclaimed Eydis.

"The weather," specified Murali.

"Outside," clarified Alex.

Slithering forward to peer outside through the drawn blinds over the store-front's wide bay window, Amethystine then drew back to nod to the nagas and glanced toward Sepi, who had been hanging back in the midst of the boutique. It had been clear to the constrictor that the other fully scaled fellow, who had arrived first, and who had been the most excited to enter into the exotic alterations, had not wanted to leave anyway.

Amethystine peered at Sepi as he announced his plan for his guests, "Well, you'll all have to ssstay, I think.." he began, holding the blue racer's gaze further, knowing that he would be the one able to refute what he was about to say. "There are other flavoursss we can tassste-tessst while we wait for the wintery weather to wane.." he trailed off, allowing his assembled friends to interject or otherwise object.

No one did.

The serpent smiled and ushered them all back toward the lab. He gave Sepi an extra grin, which was heartily, although furtively, returned.

As they all slithered once more into the swinging 'Employees Only' doors, they all glided right past the shelf where Sepi had stood.. which was labelled as 'Mammalian Meanderings', many of which were designed for and marketed to cold-blooded clients that could not cope with the crisp conditions of their current climate.

From through the slowly shutting doors, one could hear Amethystine asking his guests: "Now, who wantsss to see what a Lemon Meringue Pie-thon looks like?"

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Now you know how it all began, how XXXmas took the shape that it has today. Thank you for joining us, and have a happy hottiday season!

'And the world tastes good, because the candy-man thinks it should.'