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The Icing on the Cake - A personal play-by-play of a particularly passionate party, by The Pen-Wielding Python, Amethystine

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A raucous celebration was underway.

The party was in honour of a much-loved metamorphic male named Menagerie.

Guests of all shapes, species and sizes were there, toasting the anniversary of their friend's birth or hatching or creation or appearance in our dimension. Who can tell with shapeshifters, right? A particular python pal to the poly-morph was hosting the mid-sized mixer in a rented event hall, which was comprised of the basic elements one would expect: the hall itself, perfect for dining or dancing or any other dalliances an organization might plan, with a full bar and an attached kitchen.

A team of multi-armed anthro spiders, lead by both ArachNed and Daniel the mewthree (a sommelier on loan from an actual restaurant), served as waiters to a grand meal. The bipedal arachnids scurried energetically back and forth from the kitchen with many a plate while the dark-scaled feline-reptile hybrid stood still in stark contrast to his chitinous counterparts, calmly advising the guests on wine choices. Daniel, also known as SSJ3, directed a few hot herm honeybees also in the wait staff on what bottles to bring out on buzzing wings, so he could pour them for his current charges.

The meal had come after the less-than-mundane mingling & munching appetizer portion of the evening, while guests trickled in from outside. A two headed female fox poked their pair of noses in early in the evening, while everyone was still arriving and sampling various hors d'oeuvres. Karisha and Mena slipped in and delivered what sounded like a vague threat, mentioning that they were delivering regards from their friend, 'the Shotgun', before leaving soon after. It had seemed all the more like possible trouble, considering how their slim hips were outfitted with a pistol holster. The pleasantly surprised Menagerie knew what they meant and was a bit amused to think that his celebration was going to end up being a bit too odd for a pair of two-headed fox girls. How strange could he be that such a duet would duck out so fast, despite his invitation for them to stay for the duration? It was a rhetorical question, though. He knew how unusual things could get around him.

For the impartial observer, the at least one unspoken answer to that question was not long in coming, as the food-based portions of the party continued. During both of them, Menagerie's more vore-centric companions from places such as BigGulp and YumChat and the like provided a bit of entertainment for the rest of the guests, when some attendees ate their dates whole, alive, and wriggling happily.

Aside from fellow guests being fed to one another, there were also the desserts that arrived after the main courses that came alive, only to feed themselves to those party-goers who appreciated the antics of animated foodstuffs. A variety of sweets and treats took on the shape of greatly miniaturized mammals, marching into amused mouths. There was a notable lack of any cake, though.

Tending the bar was an expert on fluids, the gooey slime-being named Anomaly, who poured, mixed and served drinks with any number of spontaneously created liquid limbs and a supernatural flair. While no one seemed to care, the alcohol seemed stronger than normal, but not in terms of drunken-ness.. more in terms of transformational side-effects (which is a little-known element to many cocktails--hence the term, the first 'cocktail' gave people shafts on their tail-tips when mixed perfectly). For instance, one guest named Fenchurch had arrived to the party as a slightly shy human male, but was quite similar to a loyally affectionate, sphinx-ish, semi-non-anthro pretty purple pet panther pool toy girl by the time the guests had made their way outside to the giant hot tub, after the meal was over.

Said hot-tub was an added bonus at the venue, one that made it more in demand than typical halls of its kind. It was made even more of a unique feature, thanks to two things provided by the party-planners. Firstly, it had a resident blue shark named AcePrion swimming in it when the serpentine master of ceremonies had led the birthday boy out of the back doors to show the tub to him, the rest of the party in tow. The second thing was what the water did to its occupants.

The roiling and calming heated waters worked magic on those who decided to slip into it with their drinks in hand. ShadowFenris was heard to say that he had never imagined he would actually enjoy having an eel's tail as much as he found that he did, once he had been soaking in the hot tub's fluctuating fluids for a spell. All the party-goers were quite pleased with the water-bound lower bodies they wound up with while sitting in the enormous jacuzzi, all agreeing that the aquatic attributes they acquired were appropriate, even if they'd have never thought to apply them, personally.

Although, there _were_ a trio of otters that seemed to be unaffected by the tub water's wonders.. Tina, Chris and Tom. While most of the guests thought it was due to them already being semi-aquatic creatures naturally, the party's serpentine host eventually realized there was something deeper about them that left them unable to be so easily changed.. something genetic and complicated, in a biological sense. Only Menagerie knew the whole truth regarding the trio of smallish mustelids.

Also, through immunity or design, the shapeshifter himself was also not affected by the tub's transformative aura, but he was not to be left out, morphing himself many times, both to copy the particular fish tails he encountered on his friends as well as to simply change freely in the comfortable confines of the steamy solution. Going from one preferred piscine guise to another and another, he showed off his repertoire of undersea creatures.. until everyone realized he needed to grow larger and lend the lamia a hand in lifting the legless out of the water. Once pulled from the pool-sized party-tub, everyone found their forms re-aligning themselves back to normal, the water evaporating impossibly quickly, letting them return to the hall's interior.

With liberally loosened limbs, ligaments and libidos, the large group of restored land-dwellers lurched back inside for dancing, both intense and intimate. The 'intense' half was provided by a few planted guests, whom most had assumed were friends of other people they had not yet met, but revealed themselves to be professional dancers. A small group of varying species kicked off the dance, each strutting their stuff in unique fashions for the guest of honour, before the floor was opened to the real guests themselves, some of whom had paired off once more, fulfilling the 'intimate' side of things, grooving together freely in the increasingly friendly and free atmosphere.

Menagerie had to pause and pinch himself as things progressed, he pondered if he was day-dreaming, as things had slowly become a lot like a location he often imagined, and hoped could be true. It wasn't quite as casually affectionate or off-the-wall as his little fantasy, but it had potential, as something in the air seemed to make everyone very relaxed, despite occasional occurrences possibly possessing the potential to be off-putting to one friend or another in the crowd. Nevertheless, the longer things went on, the more comfortable it all became, even when that handful of dancing-related mergings worked their way into the evening, the affected persons simply laughing it off and talking with their new 'close friends', getting to know one another better. Either they knew they'd be restored in the morning, or they truly didn't mind, but it was lovely to see such positivity and nonchalance from all those in attendance.

In the last few moments, just after the impromptu conga line had finally broken up, and after the laptop-video-chat with a salamander named Digit (which was odd, considering how said amphibian usually had a better tele-presense. No suitable holo-projectors around, Menagerie had guessed), the pythonic party-thrower host had just told the guest of honour that he would go get Menagerie's final surprise for the night, and had slithered out. Menagerie could only assume it was the serpent's gift to him, as he had opened the presents from the rest of the guests already. When there hadn't been anything from Amethystine, the shapeshifter had begun rein in his expectations, trying to keep his hopes from getting too high by telling himself that the snake had already given him the gift of the fabulous party itself, so he shouldn't be expecting anything else from Ame. When the reptile had announced what he was doing and slid out of the room, though, Menagerie had been unable to mask his expectant grin, curious about Amethystine's choice to call what he was fetching 'a surprise' instead of just 'a present', perhaps implying something.. less than conventional?

The shapeshifter shivered in anticipation. As his party thus far had shown, he LOVED unconventional.

Amethystine reappeared, through the swinging kitchen doors, pushing a huge flat-bed trolley that one might more assume should be loaded with a pallet's worth of products, for stocking a store's shelves. Instead of a number of drab cardboard boxes or some such items, there was only one massive object placed squarely in the middle of the open, low-to-the-ground, rectangular bed of the hand-pushed cart. A giant birthday cake.

At first glance, one would assume that the cake was fake. It was too big to be real, nearly a cartoonish version of any actual product of baking and decorating. It had two levels, both the same height, but the lower tier was roughly double as wide as the top. The top portion sat directly upon the lower one, right in the middle, but was not separated by any kind of structured columns, as one might expect to see on a wedding cake. It was mostly coated in pure white frosting, but had light blue detailing around the edges, fancy fluting that ran around the circumference of the base and the top, upon their own lower and upper corner-rims. If it hadn't been for the scent, the way it trembled with the mostly smooth rolling of the cart and the subtle imperfections in its surface and shape, one might have guessed it was a novelty, a place to hide a hottie.

The snake grinned upon seeing Menagerie's shocked and delighted expression, and called out from across the ball room, "Here you go, birthday boy!" With his message, the serpent let go of the steadily trundling trolley, sending it sailing forward, its path not really going anywhere, save for wildly off to the birthday-boy shapeshifter's left. The various guests that had cleared a wide swath of floor didn't react, while Menagerie gulped, nervous for the fate of his frosting-festooned feast.

Before long, though, the cart somehow corrected itself, and turned straight toward the anthro dragon, pulling smoothly up to him with nary a sound, save for a quiet running of its four wheels. Had it been enchanted by the naga's foolish tricks.. or had some unfortunate being been turned into a sentient loading cart?

A long, polished blade began to appear out from behind the enormous pastry, which Menagerie figured would be both the knife that would be needed to cut the cake, as well as an indication that there was someone small behind the cart, who had sneakily guided it to him. The 'knife' turned out to be a long, thin, lethal looking sword.. wielded by a diminutive avian. Said fowl was two-toned, black and white, save for the yellow of his beak, legs and feet, and the red of his bandana.

"Happy Birthday from me too, Menagerie," said the penguin slyly as he revealed himself, stepping out from behind the cart, lifting his katana up in a sort of salute to the shapeshifter before letting it fall back to rest on his shoulder.

Menagerie's breath caught in his throat, the puff of air having been on the way to become a faintly uttered 'Whoa..'. Instead, the human-sized dragonman snapped his somewhat agape mouth shut, reforming his shocked expression into a quick smile, beaming at his pint-sized guest. "Aubrin! Thank you so much! For the well wishes and for coming.. I mean, I never thought I'd see you here, I wouldn't have even thought you'd have even known about my birthday, let alone this party!" babbled the slightly star-struck dragon.

As the last few words left Menagerie's mouth, he realized the connection that was staring him in the face. The party and the invitees had been coordinated by his constrictor companion, so if there were any amazing, unexpected attendees, the snake would be to 'blame'.

Even as two and two were being added up in the birthday boy's head, Aubrin was already opening his beak to confirm it, the first word out of his own sharp-shaped maw being the very conclusion that Menagerie was reaching at the same instant. "Amethystine told me about the party, and I was happy to come, and bring the cake, too! So, my present is this.." he paused to gesture to the gargantuan gateau, which was nearly twice the penguin's height, before continuing, "..this sexy bit of baking. I'm not much of a cook, but I rather enjoyed following the recipe that your reptilian friend provided me with."

The revelation of the recipe set off alarms in Menagerie's head, but not of an altogether unpleasant nature. Typically, if anything edible (and especially if the material in question was potable) was tied to the naga in any way, some sort of transformation would no doubt be forthcoming, once someone ate it. Although he could perform almost any sort of metamorphosis he would want on himself, the currently draconic shapeshifter was still keen on having his form forcibly altered, or guided, rather, into a new and unexpected configuration. It was a way to break out of one's habits and routines. Menagerie liked to think he was rather imaginative and varied in his use of alternate bodies for himself, but he did often find himself falling back onto the same stable of reliable and well-used versions of his body.

Anything that would command his anatomy to alter itself on its own was a fun exercise for him, rather than some dire consequence to be feared, as it could have been for someone more.. mundane. He loved broadening his horizons, or having them pleasurably broadened for him!

To that end, the bipedal reptile eyed the huge cake hungrily, quite in the mood for a lot of sugar and a little shapeshifting.. or a little sugar and a LOT of shifting.

"I'll talk with you once you've had the official first slice of your cake, Menagerie," Aubrin added as he side-stepped the somewhat mesmerized Menagerie, who had stepped closer and was leaning nearer and nearer to the tempting, towering treat, inspecting it more closely and beginning to read the message written in icing on the top.

Remembering his honoured guest, Menagerie nodded, kneeling down to hug the cute little flightless bird, thanking him for coming. "Sorry, it's just that you made that cake so well, I was rather drawn to it.. it's got its hooks in me!"

~You don't know the half of it,~ thought Aubrin to himself as he hugged back and patted the dragon's light green shoulder. "No problem, dude! I'll take it as a compliment to my baking skills. Now, just enjoy!" With those words, the penguin pulled back to join the circle of party-goers that had formed around the large dessert, all of them content to watch the cutting of the cake.

Standing up once more, leaning forward on the cart slightly after locking the wheels in place, Menagerie craned his somewhat long neck out, stretching his digitigrade legs to get a better view of the top of the cake, peering down on the flat plateau, where the traditional greeting was found. 'Happy Birthday Menagerie' was laid out in the same sky blue icing. No surprises there. The birthday boy had been half expecting something out of the ordinary, but he surmised the gargantuan size of the cake as well as the penguin who had delivered it were quite enough of a surprise.

The only thing that stood out about the large, lofty, layered cake was the solitary candle that stood entrenched in the dead centre of the top. It was pure red, with a thin strip of vibrant yellow running in a recessed spiral around its length. The wick, which was disappointingly not aflame, was an odd straw colour, rather than just white. Noticing these slight touches made the comparatively miniscule column of wax stand out in Menagerie's eye. It half-reminded him of the serpentine form of TOS, which was red with a smaller section of yellow the belly. Menagerie glanced back at the quietly observing and idly chatting audience around him, who seemed to be waiting for something. While looking around for TOS, who was at the party the last time Menagerie had checked, he realized no one had sung the traditional little song when the cake had been wheeled out, which was honestly something he was thankful for.

Regardless, at risk of inciting the irritating song, the dragon couldn't resist lighting the candle, almost assuming that something was meant to occur when he did so, again guessing that Amethystine might have some trick up his scaly sleeve. It only seemed right, to him, that a cake-candle had to be lit, anyway! He was especially tempted to due to his propensity and ability to quickly produce flame. Even if he hadn't been able to breath fire, he could have transformed his throat and mouth subtly in less than a second to do so.

As Menagerie leaned his sharply pointed snout down to puff a touch of accurately aimed fire at the wick of the slightly out-of-place candle, he wished that lighting it would cause something unexpected to happen (despite the night already being filled with less than expected events). A funny thought occurred to him, then, that in families of dragons, perhaps that was always how it was done, the young dragon being challenged to light all of their candles at once in a single and difficult trick-shot of flame, getting a birthday wish if they succeeded. When nothing happened upon the lighting of his own candle and after a moment of momentous expectation, he returned to the idea of the dragon families, and assumed that they would also be told that they could have a second chance, and then got to try blowing out all the little flames they had just lit. Menagerie blew out his own single fire, making his wish again.

When nothing happened, he shrugged and dropped the matter from his mind, resigning himself to gorging on cake, which was a pleasant prospect in and of itself. With a grin, he reached up to pluck the still smoking candle from the cake.

The candle was.. unexpectedly firm in its placement.

The shapeshifter had pulled on it, both upwards and to the side, at random. He hadn't been expecting it to feel anchored, or for what he thought was its base to drag through the cake, digging a long, thin gouge through a few frosting letters. The long red and yellow shaft was much longer than one would have guessed. Gripping it more firmly, Menagerie righted the length back to its central position before pulling straight up, tugging the icing-smeared upper portions gradually up, revealing a seemingly endless root of more and more of the spiral-designed rod. It felt heavier than even a 50-foot candle could have been, as if it were attached to a brick on the still hidden other end.

As more candle was slowly inched upward, the top layer of cake shifted and warped, lending credence to the idea of something being dredged up from within it, as if the candle was the rope that held the bucket within a well.

Suddenly, something broke the surface of the cake, coming up with Menagerie's constant pulling on the candle. Three red, scaly, claw-tipped fingers and a thumb were wrapped tightly around the miniature wax shaft. The hand seemed feminine and was soon joined by its twin, another hand holding around the very end of the fully revealed candle. The ludicrously long lighting device was long enough to have been running through he whole upper layer of cake, planted all the way down into the wider bottom half.

Of course, the size of the candle was a non-issue next to the slender pair of wrists that supported the hands, which were still rooted within the huge cake!

Having been pulling out the candle in increasingly shocked silence until then, Menagerie finally took a step back from the cake. "Okay.." he muttered, unsure what to do. "..I don't want to cut into that any more.. but I may still want to eat it, in some manner."

A smattering of laughter came from the intrigued audience before a muffled shout emanated from inside the cake. "Good! I was worried about that!" With that, the cake both exploded and imploded. Naturally, a bombshell was to blame.. a blonde one, to boot! The top layer of the cake erupted with more of the barely unearthed arms, which tossed the candle aside before entering into a graceful pose as they rose up soon followed by long red, pointed and pierced ears, a crown of long, straw-coloured hair and a bright red, draconic head, upon which two beautiful green eyes twinkled with amusement. While the head rose up mostly through the hole forged by her arms, the beginning of her rather curvacious torso tore the top of the cake asunder, a generous helping of pastry and frosting plastering itself over two bountiful breasts.

Below the shelf of her E-cup orbs, her belly was quite lithe, both the shape of her form and the patterning of her scales possessing a strong resemblance to an hourglass. The lemon-coloured patch of her hide stemmed from her neck and cascaded over her chest, before dropping all the way down her belly to the outline of her hips, where it grew narrowed along the smooth path to her privates. The brighter colour was contained by the curves along the front of her body, hemmed in over her throat, residing only on the inner half of each of her mammalian mounds.

Meanwhile, the aforementioned implosion had occurred to the bottom of the cake, much of the wide lower layer sinking inwards with what would turn out to be the shifting of long, shapely legs. Three-toed feet, with their own decent-sized black claws could be seen digging out from within the thick bottom of the cake as they shifted to stand smoothly upward from what had been an unseen cross-legged position that had filled the space within the baked good's bottom half. A long, red, slender reptilian tail, tipped with a flexible, black-scaled spade also emerged from the depths of the frosting. Said tail first unfurled itself from around the crossed legs and slithering out of the lower half of the cake, then the base was revealed as the surfacing surprise stood up from the cake in full, dragging the tailbase up through both layers of cake, a sizable clump of frosting accumulating on and around the finely sculpted rear from which the tail originated.

Fully revealed and standing in the thigh-high remnants of the destroyed cake, the rather draconic and _extremely_ feminine figure was fiery in hue and scaldingly sexy in shape.. the utter definition of 'hot'.

How fitting, then, that she happened to be named Caliente.

The six foot tall drake had large chunks of white and light blue frosting and cake clinging to her red and yellow body. Cali had come out of the cake a bit cleaner than one might have predicted, due to how the moist interior of the treat had split apart and fallen away from her svelte form, but there was still plenty sticky, sugary, creamy goo stuck to her hide. In a stroke of good or bad luck, depending on your perspective, the frosting was effectively covering her more intimate areas from view. Although, that began to change as she began to dance and sing.

Cooing out a breathy, sultry rendition of 'Happy Birthday To You', she looked delicious, even without the addition of sweets, she was an irresistible feast for the eyes as she slowly swayed and swung on the icing-smeared spot. She lowered her arms down from where they had been held over her head during her ascent, keeping her hands tucked in close to herself to sweep them over her body, her palms sinking into the heavy mound of cake that was perched precariously upon her plentiful bust. She smooshed the frosting down over her breasts in an odd reverse strip-tease, coating more of the sensual scales that lined her sizable spheres, spreading the sweet stuff into a thin layer. In a way, she was covering herself up more, but in such a way that her figure was all the more exposed by the 'skin-tight' white icing, filled with streaks of the former light blue accents of the cake's decoration.

It was by no means as neat or tidy a presentation as the pastry's, but it seemed a bit more crowd-pleasing.

As the formerly hidden hottie had rubbed her chest with the frosting, she had swayed her hips and danced her tail about behind her, gradually curling it about in the air before dipping the tip into the large pile of destroyed cake. She had used the pierced spade tip as a literal spade, shovelling a healthy glob of sweet spread up to slap it onto her belly with a flick of her tail, while she had arched her back and finished with her breasts. Her hands slid down to use the frosting to coat her midriff with the malleable material, smoothing the thick patch and any other pieces of the cake that still clung to her body into a sweet second skin, showing off her form more and more to the entire hall of guests, but most importantly, to the birthday boy.

Menagerie had been shocked enough at the appearance of Cali, but the little show she was putting on was too much, even if it had only just begun. The slim, seafoam-scaled male's body was unabashedly hard upon seeing the steamy display. He barely even registered his own arousal, thanks to being so entranced by the erotic enticement going on in front of him. Still, Menagerie felt as though something were out of place with the scene, aside from the already somewhat absurd (though awesome) entertainment. Something was off about Cali, he thought.. but he chalked it up to his surprise at her entrance and new sugary attire, as well as the fact that he had only really seen her in person once before. That previous encounter hadn't exactly had the drake in her usual form for long, as well.

Having finished with her small solo song, recorded music began to play as Caliente continued her self-caressing and cream coating. No longer singing, she moved on to moan softly to herself as she worked the white cream onto her form, still dancing as she did so, keeping pace with the pulse of the new music that seeped into the room around her. She rolled her hips into something of a belly dance as her devilish work delved downwards, diving her hands between her thighs to smooth out the generous helping of dessert that had snuggled itself into the desirable little nook of her nethers, working it into her groin and back around over her hips and backside.

Soon enough Cali leaned down, flexing at the hips and raising her tail high in the air. She made her tail writhe rhythmically to the beat as her hands worked down over her thighs, showing off her assets as she coated her legs. In another few moments, she slathered her arms and tail while nimbly flexing her white and blue coated legs. That flexing turned into her descent from her cart-based position as she glided her substantially sugar-coated self off of the giant tray the cake and onto the floor, right in front of Menagerie, the two wingless draconic figures almost snout to snout.

Smiling broadly, she puffed a bit of smoke at his snout and said, "Surprise, big guy. Ready to eat your cake?"

Menagerie's erection, mere inches away from the frosting-coated drake, throbbed heavily, leaking pre. While his body was quite clear about its state of readiness, the anthro dragon's first official reaction was smoother than he thought he would be able to muster, grinning and saying, "I thought you'd never ask!" before politely taking Cali's hand in his. He bowed to her, leaning down and lifting her arm to brush the tip of his snout over the back of her hand. The chivalrous nature of the gesture was somewhat mitigated by Menagerie's nudity and Cali's unique 'clothing', and made further depraved by how the male used it as a starting point for the feast he was about to commence.

A long, slick, pointed tongue slithered from Menagerie's snout and wound around Cali's arm, embracing it before he glided up to her shoulder, clearing that limb of frosting in one fell swoop, amid her murmurs of enjoyment and his rumblings due to her icing-enhanced flavour. Before pulling free, the dining dragon paid special attention to an area just below the drake's shoulder, running his tongue over her red, finely scaled flesh where a subtle seam encircled her arm, as well as two small black triangles, both with their peaks pointing at the seam and one another, aligned neatly perpendicular to the strange seam. With a light bob of his head and gentle tug on the female's arm, the shapeshifter made her moan, his tongue-tip apparently slipping somewhere rather sensitive.

In fact, Caliente's limbs could be removed, although that wasn't Menagerie's aim. He had guessed that at the moment of connection or disconnection, the returning or departing limb would be alight, however briefly, with sensation. His hypothesis went on to include that if the connection or disconnection was only partially enacted, the seam would become a focal point of the suddenly frozen and drawn-out moment of intense feeling. So, he stimulated that focal point with his agile tongue until Cali could take no more, groaning, "No treat until you finish your cake, naughty boy.."

Chuckling and patting Cali's shoulder as he released her hand and stood back up, the shapeshifter acquiesced, moving to grasp his magnificent meal's other hand in his own, as if he were going to shake her hand. Instead of the cordial gesture of greeting, he tugged the still icing-coated limb free, leaving the drake to gasp and give him a slight look of reproach as he dipped the whole thing into his up turned maw, feeding it down into his throat while keeping a tight grip on her now limp hand. He sucked the disembodied arm totally clean, drawing it slowly out of his sealed mouth, pulling all of the frosting free with his tongue and lips before he whipped it back into place with a laugh.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist, you've got such fun features!" remarked the mischievous metamorph.

"Yes, thank you.. but why not just do that without pulling them off?" responded Cali, lifting her one of her legs up in an amazing display of flexibility, the entire lithe limb pointed straight up in the air in an impossible stretch, her foot planting itself on Menagerie's shoulder afterwards with a bend of her knee.

Licking his lips, the lustful male nodded mutely for a moment, a thrum of aroused approval welling up in his throat before he rumbled a deep "Yes ma'am!" and took her ankle into his hands, guiding her leg nearer to his mouth, so his dextrous tongue could re-emerge and run up her lower leg, caressing her calf with the slimy, serpentine muscle, cleaning her form of frosting once more. Stepping back to let his treat lower her leg once more, Menagerie dug into his meal in earnest, savouring the sweet flavour of Cali's frosted flesh and the sensual shape from which he retrieved it in equal amounts.

After continuing to reveal the red of Cali's legs, he left her with a 'pair of shorts' on the upper reaches of her thighs, which made her huff a bit as her aroused anticipation of his arrival at her more adult anatomy left her tingling while he moved to her back. Once there, he got into a groove, making long swipes up along her form, tracing the shallow curves of her spine and back muscles, cleaning out the small of her back as she arched herself into the lengthy licks, letting him go to town on her as she revelled in the rousing attention to her nubile body. He dropped to her tail and spiralled his tongue around it, causing Cali to notice how the saliva-slicked implement had been slowly increasing in length with each new lustful lick. It wasn't long before she felt his tongue teasing the cheeks of her rump while his mouth sucked her tail-spade clean, his tongue wound once around the length of her tail in an extended spiral.

With the sexy drake's backside mostly clean, Menagerie leaned up against her there, his snout extending out over her shoulder, from behind her.. not to mention his manhood pressing into the freshly cleaned flesh of her lower back. Still stiff, they worked to keep it that way as the snacking continued, rubbing softly together, sandwiching the dark pole between their bodies, its presence teasing them both to no end.

The seafoam-scaled male held her arms back gently, allowing his tongue to snake out and down over much of the prime real estate of Caliente's torso. The still expanding organ made long swipes over her belly and sides while other portions of the serpentine muscle caressed and dragged over the slowly revealed yellow scales of her front, still other parts of the agile tongue cupping and coiling around her heavy breasts, grinding its slippery form against them. The female wound her tail around her partner's back and the two swayed together as the tongue danced out over Cali's body many times between trips back to its home in Menagerie's mouth, delivering thick globs of frosting to the hungry, horny shapeshifter. While he fed himself, his actions fuelled both of their passions, the odd food-based foreplay generating a steady rise, their bodies evermore heated.

Still looming over her from behind, Menagerie made one last finishing lick along the tender yellow flesh of Caliente's throat that signalled his complete cleaning of her front, to which she lifted her head and exposed her neck to him. He kissed her firmly there, nuzzling into the tender, vulnerable area under her chin. His hands automatically cupped her bust, the more than generous orbs overflowing his claw-tipped grasp. Nevertheless, he gripped them possessively as he ravaged her neck with hungry kisses, their mutual draconic chemistry shining through momentarily before Menagerie pulled away, stopping himself from what would have come naturally with the latent instincts of his body, and Cali's.

The femme drake took a long, deep breath, slowly turning around to eye her counterpart as if to say 'That almost got away from me too'. Instead, she reasserted her playful, slightly dominant role and pointed down at her 'icing short-shorts', smirking and rolling her hips, inviting the male to continue his treat.

He returned to the lower regions of his rapturous repast, kneeling in front of her, his hands running up her legs to rest on her thighs. Menagerie quickly plunged his tongue into the thick patch of frosting at the core of Cali's crotch, and he finally realized what he'd been unable to recognize was missing. Her maleness! Cali was normally a herm, and quite a proud one at that! He was a bit too busy with his tongue threading through the tight space between the lovely legs and wrapping around the drake's astounding ass, so he decided to ask later. He wouldn't want to talk with his mouth full, after all.

For her part, Cali moaned at the intimate tongue lashing, slowly reaching down to grip Menagerie's marvellous muzzle as the unnatural length of his tongue slithered against her feminine folds and around the base of her tail, swiping over the voluptuous swells of her rear. Stretching outward farther, Menagerie wrapped his talented tongue back around Cali's hip to sweep the front of her pelvis clean, despite his nose already sitting right there, keeping the base of his explorations firmly lodged against the drake's labia, constantly gliding against the sensitive scales of her body's underside.

Panting softly, the fiery female could take no more, and pushed her tempting test tester away from her front, managing to suppress a stammer to clearly command, "Stop." Of course, the shapeshifter's tongue wasn't dislodged at all with his snout being pressed backwards, more slippery length had simply stretched from his maw as he had leaned back and looked up at her, listening. He did stop, though, retracting his monstrously lengthened tongue quickly, giving Cali one last long lick all along where the serpentine muscle had been laid as it whipped back into his mouth, which smoothly reverted to normal.

Gasping, Caliente gave Menagerie a slight glare as she calmed herself, continuing with what she had intended to say moments before. "Stop, or you won't get your big surprise."

Shifting to sit back on his behind, Menagerie crossed his legs and glanced down at his still raging erection, which had been leaking his pre steadily all throughout what he thought was meant to be the appetizer to a sexy drake dinner.. or dessert. "Isn't voring you my treat for the night?"

A knowing smirk grew upon the side of Cali's snout as she leaned forward before descending to her hands and knees. As she lifted her head to peer at Menagerie in front of her, she shifted herself, striking a bit of a pose, her extraordinary bust pressed together and up by how she held her arms. "It's not what I had planned, but I think I can work it into my schedule," she teased, crawling forward as she spoke, her hands slipping into the male dragon's lap, between his legs, resting on the small patch of floor there, her rack hanging inches away from his throbbing member, her breath washing over his front and phallus as she leaned in to quietly hint at what he should do.

"Mmmm, I can do that.." sighed Menagerie happily. It would have been a fair bet that she could have told him to do anything at that moment, and he would have complied, so turned on and tantalized by her temptress-like talents.

Nodding with a grin, Cali scampered back away from her thrall, quite enjoying toying with him as she headed toward what she had come to the party to do. She retreated because she knew the human-sized dragon-man wasn't going to stay that size for long. Menagerie started expanding as soon as the red-scaled one was clear, his body swiftly swelling and shifting through a rather simple transformation. His snout grew on a lengthening, thickening neck, his features hardening into a more feral appearance. His body became more bestial, larger muscles, arms becoming forelegs, hind leg joints realigning into a quadruped arrangement, tail becoming massive. Horns, two on his head and the leaking one on his groin, all becoming longer, wider and more 'potent'.

It had been an easy morph, into a non-anthro dragon version of the form he was already in. Menagerie rumbled and carefully slid his tail over to Caliente. The enormous extremity swooped along the edge of the space that had been cleared around the cake, mere minutes prior. She grabbed hold of the tapering end and let herself be lifted aloft. She dangled from the horizontally held tailtip as it ascended nearly to the high ceiling of the hall, moving her over to hang above Menagerie's huge head.

Not wasting any time, the super-sized snout spread open to allow Menagerie's tongue to capture Cali's tailtip and feet. The gargantuan tongue twisted around her legs and tail as he lowered his tail and the sensual snack swinging from it, guiding her into his jaws. Her tongue-wrapped lower-limbs slithered southward, between his lips, whereupon gravity became secondary to the soft sucking the sizable saurian started performing. Cali held firm to the dragon's tail as her torso, and soon her head, complete with long pointed ears, were all dipped down to be fully embraced by the slick, hot, fleshy interior of the enormous snout, her tail and legs tucked snugly into Menagerie's rhythmically pulsing throat.

Two wholly different, but equally powerful massages surrounded and suffused Caliente's lower and upper bodies.

Her upper half was sucked on by the dragon's surprisingly gentle mouth, his tongue returning in a big way to the curves it had snaked around minutes beforehand. The huge slab of hot, saliva-coated flesh wrapped around and ground against the drake's irresistible and full figure, fondling her torso tenderly while the rest of the pillowy pink maw rippled around and against the entirety of her upper body, making her shudder in pleasure at the unique, grand embrace. Her breasts were manhandled by Menagerie's tongue, the vigorous experience going as far to make her start leaking from her prominent nipples. The drake's sweet milk seeped, then streamed out of her large tits, mixing into the slick, lubricating saliva that had begun to soak her svelte self.

Meanwhile, her lower body was stroked by the constant contractions of Menagerie's throat, heavy, forceful ripples squeezing down from Cali's shapely butt and along the trio of long, slender limbs held firmly within peristaltic tunnel. The drake's wide, womanly hips were lodged firmly within the ring of muscle that divided the large beast's mouth from his gullet, and it repeatedly constricted around her pelvis, pressing damply against her groin, rubbing against the sensitive spaces, keeping her loins alight with lusty energy, stoking the fire that the night thus far had begun in her.

All the while, Menagerie had to concentrate on not succumbing to two temptations: Swallowing her and using his forelegs to stroke his dragonhood, which was now nearly audible in its throbbing and leaking, what with its increased size. If he touched it, he'd be unable to stop himself from continuing to do so, as well as unable to keep from swallowing her. The act of taking someone else into his body was something he loved, but he couldn't quite explain it. It was undeniably intimate, to have someone so close that they were inside of you, but also there was an element of power, in being bigger and stronger, able to consume someone whole. There was the taste, of course, which seemed a bit spicy, with Caliente.. coupled with the remnants of the sugar-laden frosting and the new addition of her copious milk, which made a rather singular flavour.

There was the pleasure of providing pleasure itself, as well, but that went with any intimate encounter, he thought. With that in mind, Menagerie manipulated his meal with his mouth, raising the end of his tail and relaxing his jaws a bit to slide Cali upward, everything from the bottom of her buns to the tops of her shoulders squeezed into his mouth. This allowed him to ramp up the ribald nature of his tongue's travels over and around Cali's form. He tucked it behind her and wormed it once more under her tail and through her legs and up against her front, the massive muscle mashing against everything from her tailhole to her vagina and clit, to her belly and breasts beyond.

Overloaded by the sheer amount of sensations that stemmed from every inch of her body below the neck, Cali's head and arms felt like the only avenue for venting the build-up of bliss that blossomed within her, since they were the only parts that remained exposed to the open air of the hall, outside of Menagerie's magnificent mouth. And vent they did! She groaned loudly, hands gripping and wringing at the scales of the dragon's tail. Tugging on the rest of herself within Menagerie, her arms flexing meekly, her normally formidable strength sapped by the sexual tremors running up from the flood of oral attention being amply applied to her anatomy.

Moments before Caliente thought she could take no more, her tormentor halted and hoisted her free from his mighty mandibles. Making sure to suck her as near to dry as he could on her way out, Menagerie left Cali a panting, wet mess, her characteristic blond bangs matted down over the side of her face, the rest of it slick against her scaly skull before disappearing into the long wrap of its ponytail. The drake tingled all over, an after-effect of the sensual sucking.. or perhaps a result of digestive enzymes in the dragon's saliva.

"Mmmm, I might have to let you finish what you started there, some other time big boy," Cali murmured to the already reverting reptile, who rumbled happily in response as he returned to the same anthro version he had been before. "But for now, birthday boy, you're going to become something fluffy for me, so I can dry off."

With a nod and a grin, Menagerie immediately erupted with a coat of thick, shaggy fur, loving following orders for re-formations of his flesh, allowing him to alter himself in ways he had not planned on, submitting somewhat to the strong-willed female in front of him. Of course, the new body he chose was actually an old one that Cali knew rather well, which brought back a memory of a time when the shapeshifter was much more in charge of her and her own shape.

Tawny brown fur that lightened from near white to almost black on his back was what appeared swiftly over his morphing mass. His limbs seemed thicker with the multitude of hairs that coated them, but they were really thinner than the draconic ones before them. The dragon's tail enjoyed a few seconds of otter-level thickness as well as furriness before shrinking down to a wagging, slightly up-curled one while his head softened all over, from a sharp reptilian snout to a friendly-looking, panting canine muzzle.

A german shepherd anthro perked up its newly formed ears and raised its hand-paws to bark once, obediently, to its mistress. In a move that revealed the inner machinations of his mind quite clearly, Menagerie had picked the same version of himself that he had been in when he had ensnared Caliente in an erotic integration of their forms, fusing her into his knotted shaft, a repeat performance of such an act obviously on his eager, lust-filled mind. That same sex, with which he had captured Cali, bobbed in continued arousal as the two of them briefly re-lived their fond memories of that marvellous merger.

Far from being a damsel in distress devolved into a demi-dick, the drake had been quite content to be cock-ified by the potent pooch, pleased at playing prisoner of his pole, transformed into the very vessel of virility she valued so dearly. She lightly bit her own lip, twisting her tail through the air and curling her strong, clawed toes against the wooden floorboards of the event hall, clearly recalling rather rousing rendezvous from her time as Menagerie's maleness. Regardless, she spoke up, declaring, "Not this time, naughty puppy," both breaking herself of her slight trance and tearing her eyes from the shapeshifter's rod. It seemed Caliente had no intention of reliving the past, preferring a fresh foray into fetishy fornication.

Penultimate plan put into action, Cali danced forth, her damp body quickly crossing to come into contact with the brand new coat of fur on the recently created canine. Without halt or hesitation, the curvy seductress gripped the male's broad shoulders and rhythmically ground her slender yet voluptuous self against Menagerie's side, twisting around to both put herself on display, but also to more effectively wipe herself off on him.

Menagerie froze, save for his skyrocketing pulse.

The combination of the sinuous dance, as well as the contrast of Cali's sleek scales upon his fluffy form, not to mention the sheer nirvana-level fantasy of having _Caliente_ dancing and writhing against him, drove the shapeshifter to the very ends of his endurance, expecting himself to explode at any moment, without any stimulation to his erogenous zones whatsoever. If something were to brush ever-so-slightly up against his rock hard, pre-cum-drenched, thickly knotted manhood, he would simply orgasm, he just knew it. The only way to stop himself from climaxing so quickly and leaving his perfect 'present' out of his powerful pleasure, he imagined, would be to snatch her up and bury his bone as deep as he could into her body. While it might sound counter-productive in the sense of delaying his delightful detonation, his fever-minded plan was to merge his member into Cali's flesh in a flash, capping his cock until their transformation completed and they could cum together as they became one.

While the shepherd's claw-tipped fingers tensed into slowly flexing patterns, clenching shut and opening again gradually, his torturous tantalizer twirled around him, moving from gliding her front against his back to leaning her own back against his side, shifting away to spin herself gracefully past his front, her tail trailing smoothly through the air behind her exquisite rump, tailspade creating caressing breezes that blew over his bits, making him whimper among the many moans she was eliciting from him.

Once Cali was mostly cleaned up and she knew her victim could take no more, she stood herself firmly behind him and grabbed his tail. She wanted to stroke it, but feared even that might set off the infinitely horny hound off. Instead, she commanded him in a voice that seemed to preclude him doing anything else, like turning around or even responding, ordering him to return to 'that handsome dragon, one more time.'

A submissive canine whine sounded from within Menagerie's throat, the sad utterance in direct opposition to the amount of arousal and enjoyment he was deriving from the playful dominance of his partner. He was putty in her hands, and they both knew it, both wanted it.. he wanted to be reshaped by her, gladly transforming on command, only wishing she could guide his metamorphosis more directly, forcing fresh features into his flesh with whatever whims wondered within her wily mind.

As his saliva-smeared fur flattened and fused into a thicker, tougher hide, the old scales reappearing, reconstituted from the dense mass of the fur and his skin, re-creating the smooth seafoam scales that had occupied Menagerie's surface area until his transition into the canine configuration.

With her hands still on Menagerie's tail, Cali guided what had been the relatively short, waggable limb as it regrew, returning to the familiar, gradually tapered length of thick, sinuous muscle. Her hands held the tip as more and more of the muscular extension of Menagerie's spine slithered into existence.

Where Cali led that tail made both of them gasp, although for slightly different reasons.

In a seemingly casual manner, Caliente guided that fluid extension of Menagerie's form right into her wet, needily aching sex.

Not just the tip of the tail, either! It wasn't just some small tease for herself or for the shapeshifter, whose body finished changing a moment later. Rather, she stuffed a good third of the substantial length into herself, and that was only for starters. With a breathy moan and brazen unabashedness, the drake continued to wordlessly claim Menagerie. Her claw-tipped fingers gripped greedily at the green tail and dragged more of it into her yellow-scaled snatch. Her slit stretched as easily as could be around the quickly widening draconic extremity, the increasingly intense insertion causing Cali to pant and gasp.

For his part, Menagerie could only watch from over his shoulder, too curious, too turned on, too shocked to react. Despite all the stimulation, he hadn't quite cum, yet. He felt as though he should have, his body buzzing almost violently with the passionate potential of it.. but somehow it was on hold at that moment.

Apparently insatiable in her sexual appetite for nigh impossible levels of penetration (or due to her loin's real physical hunger), Cali had also already threaded her own tail through her legs, between their spread stance, and was suddenly spiralling the black spade-headed crimson serpent around what was left of Menagerie's ensnared tail and his waist. With a heated, hedonistic grunt, she used it to yank him into her, tugging more and more tail into what felt like, to Menagerie, like an endless, rippling throat that was effortlessly swallowing all that he had to offer. While her stomach swelled with the outline of the draconic muscles, her body adjusted somehow, stretching as though made of nothing but cartilage or even rubber, her hips and crotch contouring to allow the ambrosial and complete consumption of a whole portion of the male's form.

All the while, Cali's groans were growing longer and louder in direct proportion to the girth and length that she was impaling herself with, her cries spiking as she reached out with her arms while withdrawing her tail, grabbing Menagerie's sides to wrench herself forwards with a thrust of her hips. Thus completing her 'little' conquest, she spooned with the surprised saurian despite her distended belly, grinding her clit against the top of the dragonman's tailbase, practically purring.

"Mmmm, mine.." murmured the massively mounted maiden, draping her arms around Menagerie. She held him lightly, one forearm around his belly, the other up over a shoulder to hang over his thick chest. She seemed rather possessive while also being oddly loose with her hold, as if the shapeshifter couldn't just step forward to withdraw his tail from her impressive inner anatomy. Trying to twitch his tail to feel if it had been forcibly balled up within Cali's womb, or belly, or if it was perhaps inches from poking up and out of the back of her mouth, perhaps having been threaded through her whole streamlined system. Menagerie found that he couldn't really feel his tail, beyond a few feet.. and what he could sense seemed to slip from his mental grasp, like sand through his fingers.

Still sensing his sexual side being stopped in some way, Cali's surprise unbirthing of his tail and her rousing rubbing up against his back only added a whole new layer of lust on top of the prior foundation.. he could hardly think straight as the slender star did as she pleased with his body. "What did--" he managed to begin, before a quick, red finger leapt to his lips and a soft shushing sounded from behind him.

Kissing the back of the male's neck, Caliente calmly re-iterated what she had been trying to say moments beforehand. "You're _mine_ now, big boy.." she cooed to him, one of her hands caressing his snout while the other strayed slowly over his smoothly scaled belly to dance down to his dick. She teased it, then grasped it fully, stroking it hard.

Menagerie came.. to the conclusion that Cali had claimed him more fully than he had first thought. This was because he did _not_ climax, despite his shaft being so shamelessly jerked. Lancing, lustful blasts of bliss that originated from the still-throbbing spire reverberated around his entire body before fading away into that near constant background noise of the ever-building reservoir of unreleased orgasm. There was an impressive dam keeping a massive river of male fluids at bay, the feeling he had experienced as the german shepherd was all but forgotten as more and more was dumped on top of how he had felt ready to erupt, compounding it all, constantly.

At the moment when Menagerie nearly became aware enough to demand an explanation, that was when Cali gripped both Menagerie's neck and nethers firmly once more, moaned softly and half-humped her pelvis up against the nexus of nerves that existed at the base of his back and tail. Something was getting to her too, but all she was doing was sliding her hands over his body.

"Aww, the little shapeshifter shaft is all out of juice, is it?" she teased, bringing to light the lack of the lubricating leak that the lusty length had maintained almost since the stunning female's pastry-based entrance.

Still reeling at the revelations that rolled over him, and only just beginning to get a grip on the growing mountain of unspent climax, Menagerie was somewhat at a loss for words. His inability to converse was further exacerbated by the sexual suffusion that was seeping into his skin. He knew what was happening, deep down, but he couldn't say it yet, perhaps because he couldn't bring himself to believe it.. couldn't believe his good fortune, to have his birthday wishes coming true so fully, so spectacularly. He stretched his legs, pushing up off the floor to press himself back into Cali, sighing in flawless, unfettered felicity, feeling his tail sinking more and more into the flesh of his new 'owner', like a lit fuse that marked how near they were to the next stage of things, accepting Cali's claim contentedly.

Smooth stroking hands slid up and down Menagerie's upper body, the stimulation to his scales pleasing both parties as they serenely swayed together, focusing on the fusion that had begun as soon as Menagerie's tail was fully lodged within Caliente's tight, yet practically elastic slit. Said tail had indeed disappeared into those delightful depths, absorbed into her flesh, creating a nice anchor, or a reliable root from which the rest of the building transformation could sprout. The sensual drake's earlier, openly sluttish sliding of her clitoris against Menagerie's lower back had been to encourage the enmeshing that had started there soon after.

A red speck of highly sensitive flesh had sat amidst a plush field of yellow, Cali's clit had been the crown atop her lush labia. But as things progressed, once the potent seed had become stuck, planted against the male's back upon the inception of the pair's outward merging, it had spawned several spidery streams of deep scarlet, which worked through Menagerie's flesh as if they were watery tentacles trapped under the surface of his form. They were meandering reddish rivulets within the shapeshifter's scales and skin that became increasingly inky as they branched out more and more throughout the seafoam scales. Soon, fully black tendrils danced and twisted in their inexorable advance around Menagerie's waist, as well as up his belly, sides and back.

With the murky march of the merging came alterations in addition to the dragon's darkening colouration. The deeper the darkness upon him, the smoother he became, firm scales melting into soft skin. Not long after the creation of the vast plains of flat flesh, thick veins slithered out into the blackened, conquered expanse of the slowly changing dragon's abdomen.

Reaching back to grip Cali's hips and massage what he could of her, to the best of his ability from his fixed position in front of her, he let out a low, supremely satisfied rumble, feeling things occurring in his body.. changes, that he hadn't enacted himself. Nothing could be better, for him. Of course, what he was going to become was quite the treat, itself. His form flushed with anticipatory arousal, arching back against Cali's front, further smooshing her plentiful chest with his shoulder-blades, making her trill in pleasure. She hugged him to herself, both of them moaning softly as their forms slowly integrated, both of them storing up a huge stockpile of bliss, neither of them able to release while occupied in that otherworldly manner.

While the insidious inkiness increased its hold on the upper portions of the birthday boy, he found that his feet didn't quite reach the ground on their own any longer. His legs had been wilting while Cali had crouched incrementally, keeping his toes on the floor. Menagerie was made aware of his lower limbs being lacking when the drake rose up to full height once more, standing with a backwards lean and her hands around the now not-supported weight on her front. She was used to holding person-sized packages against her front, though, and the dragonman's deflated lower-body musculature had been transferred seamlessly into Cali's athletic legs, allowing her to hoist the huge semi-hanging shape on her front.

Menagerie's toe-claws had long since been retracted and processed away and his toes had deformed, leaving his feet as smooth, tapering lengths, not unlike smooth tailtips. His legs had also begun to stick together, a thin strip of loose skin holding the shrinking, dangling appendages somewhat together.

"Shoulda.. told you to.. be a snake.." muttered Caliente as she carefully maneuvered her tail to wrap around the tender vestiges of Menagerie's legs and pull them upward, arching her tail up to display her rear, her tailhole and her always-eager attitude when it came to coupling. She showed off that last attribute by stuffing the slowly morphing limbs into her anus, her body absorbing and reforming them all the faster. A wave of smooth, fine yellow scales cascaded out from the fused flesh of Menagerie's half-merged, former legs and the drake's stretchable sphincter. The sharp bend of the male's knees instantly softened while the two shapes continued to sink into one another, becoming a pair of large round swells that hung loosely between and slightly in front of Cali's thighs, twin orbs in a scaly yellow sac that filled all available space between the upper half of Cali's strong red legs and spilled out around them besides.

Both of them shouted in inarticulate joy at the unreal sensation of the swift transformation, the first big shift of their conjoined body that they really shared. They continued to dance their little waltz together, despite the drake now needing to do all the footwork, both of them panting with the constant shudder-worthy sensations that stemmed from the gradual shifting and their intimate closeness. Menagerie playfully pressed the back of his head against Cali's bust, attempting to rub one of the soft fleshy protrusions on the back of his head, formed from former various scaly, spiky features like earfins and horns, into her stiff nipples.

With the creation of those swollen spheres, it was clear, thanks to the way the top of the aforementioned two-section sac folded back to connect directly into Cali's groin, that Menagerie's pelvis had been pulled backward to overlap with his captor's. The pure black flesh of the metamorphic male's middle emerged from the front of the female's body, a thick ring of her bright banana-coloured flesh making a formidable collar around what used to be Menagerie's hips and rump. There, his body extended smoothly out from hers in a gradual upward arc, his 'base' having been slid backward and tilted slightly down into place. His abdomen had been all but completely streamlined below his chest, save for one proud pole still bobbing at the base of his new arrangement. His shaft was still there, sticking out at the base of the dragon's so-called 'torso', seemingly threatened by the eventual fate of being tucked up within the bottom of that broad border of yellow around the ebony column.

Meanwhile, the infectious inkiness had overtaken all of the blackened birthday boy's body above the belt-line, so there was no more denying it, despite his re-formation not being quite complete. Menagerie finally spoke up, stating the obvious: "I'm your cock," he whispered, almost to himself more than to her. With that final admission of what he had been simultaneously hoping for and what he had been denying the possibility of really happening, the undercurrent of utmost and ultimately capped coital pleasure surged back to the forefront of his mind. Welling up in him, it raged throughout his entire form, crying out as loudly as ever for release, the mere thought of being Cali's shaft redoubling all of the stored up lust that had been sealed within him upon the initiation of his integration into her intimate area.

Letting out a hearty laugh, Caliente stroked her super-sized (and sentient) sex organ. "Just figuring that out now? I know that you saw how I didn't have my big, beautiful black shaft.. I only agreed with Amethystine and Aubrin to give it up for the day so I could have an even better one, tonight.. now." With her final word, she hugged her hyper-hung 'self', mooshing Menagerie up and back against her belly once more, his head squishing in between her breasts, both of them shivering in pleasure.

"But really, how could you NOT know that this is always where you were going to end up, you foolish phallus?" she demanded of her dark dick, delighting in dominating her brand new boy-toy. She chided him lovingly, her tone light, teasing him verbally while titillating them both, her fingers running over his thickly veined surface. All the sensations he experienced would be transmitted to her as feelings from her shaft, while he felt only himself, some of the nearby flesh of her crotch, and his former legs.. her recently acquired huge balls. "You say you're such a big fan, and you still didn't seem to understand what I was here for, what I was here to do to you! What else could it have possibly been?"

Menagerie might have mumbled an excuse about her heavenly hotness distracting him, along with the veritable floor show she had put on. Or he might have said that he had almost believed the reason her missing member was so he could merge HER into HIS maleness all the easier. Instead, he just grinned, leaning himself back, his head laying on the plush pillows upon her chest, nestled somewhat in her considerable cleavage, nodding to her lecture. He let her have her say while the semi-soft, sensitive protrusions on the back of his head, rubbed through the erogenous valley of her titanic tits. He was fairly sure such fantastic feelings, which would be perceived by Cali as her own cockhead stroking itself and its unique fleshy 'horns' in amongst the tender inner surfaces of her bust, would calm his new 'owner' down by re-rousing their newly combined libido.

It worked like a charm.

Relenting in her rant-like run, Cali continued. "But.. well, no, you're not really, fully my cock yet.." she trailed off, her hand tracing a path down over Menagerie's front from behind him, clearly heading toward his own original organ. In a flash of freshly phallus-ized flesh, Menagerie gripped it before her, but her hand simply clasped over and through his fingers to wrangle control over the rod they both clung to. Her clutches felt so strong and solid, while his fingers and vestigial virility squished together, compressing similarly to one another as Cali kneaded over his shaft and his fingers alike, making herself coo while he groaned, wriggling his long, vaguely serpentine and overtly organ-like torso.

Another agonizingly arousing fact deepened the vast lake of stewing lewdness that simmered within him as he squirmed against the svelte drake that held him aloft. The fascinating fact was that his hand.. no, his whole form, had become just like his cock: boneless, merely a matrix of muscles on top of expansive erectile tissue, subject to the flow of blood that had its source in Caliente's heart. All of Menagerie's inner systems had been subsumed by the construction of Cali's shaft within him, and he couldn't care less, wanting to be nothing more than the perfect penis for the sexy, reinstated herm.

Still, Menagerie held his metaphorical ground by holding onto his member, keeping it from contacting the soft black skin of his bewitched body's belly. "This is the key to the last step, isn't it?"

"Mmm-hmm" murmured the former female, "now pipe down and let me finally give you your birthday gif--"

Pushing Cali's hands away from the front of his phallic form, Menagerie seized the final metaphorical word, forcing his new bodily host to break off in mid sentence, due to this new addition to her body cementing his place as her cock by cramming the last holdout of his former body up into the smooth, soft turgid flesh of his sexually-assimilated self. He deeply appreciated her gesture and the fact that he had been the one to be sexily captured for once, but he had to be the one to claim his new role, he could not be content in laying back and letting it just happen to himself, he wanted to take the reins.. even if it was only to have control just to complete the sequence of changes that would then see him beholden to the whims of his new, flirtatious, promiscuous host, dependent upon the dirty damsel's decisions.

Instantly upon contact between Menagerie's belly and the back of his cock, they could both feel their dams breaking as the key sank into the lock. The small sex was mashed and merged away into the enormous spire that was the new Menagerie in less than a second. From that conclusive point of melding, the final feature of their conjoined systems blossomed, a thick urethral bulge expanding massively up along the living, thinking, moving manhood. Of course, he wouldn't be moving at all as an intense wave of stiffness rocketed up through Menagerie's mass. It was a jolting reminder of his role in Cali's body and it claimed his mobility in full, leaving him with nothing but the potent pulse-based throbbing that emanated from deep within the hermaphrodite, heralding her hyper-hurried heartbeat.

Rather than the urethra launching upward at a fevered pace to form itself and cause Menagerie to fire frothy lances of lustful liquids at the light-bulbs overhead.. the thick internal tube crawled along the draconic cock, the promise of the release it would bring only forcing the two of them into a mind-splitting re-escalation of their lusts. Neither of them had really calmed down from the constant coitus-level high they had been riding together, leaving them both blown away by the sudden surge, centred within Menagerie. It felt like pure, molten sex was being slowly stuffed up through the transformed draconethers.

Both of Cali's hands slapped down around the draco-cock's base, their sudden urgent application being accompanied by an extended gasp as she staggered backwards, almost tripping on the cart she had rode in on. The slim red fingers couldn't quite wrap all the way around the impressive girth, claws-tips millimetres away from touching on both the underside and above. "Ff--ff--fffuuuuucck-k-k-kkk!!" She pulled upward on Menagerie's turgid, girthy cockbase, accidentally squishing the swollen skin on his underside during her unrelenting tantric trip. Her urgent tugs made her huge hanging orbs swing forward and back, the pendulous testicles that used to be Menagerie's legs gurgling noisily, gallons of goo gushing about within the knee-length yellow-scaled scrotum, pent up and pining for a place to splatter.

In a coincidence that might be considered fortunate or unfortunate for Caliente, the continued metamorphosis of her maidenly body led to the sudden re-assertion of one very important aspect of her gender. Having fully incorporated Menagerie's tail into itself, her body had reformed much of the passage meant for her female sex within her, which just happened to finish and make itself outwardly known amidst all the other carnal chaos of the moment. Extremely erotic was the experience of an emerging vagina erupting forth with fast-forming labia and a red hot, swollen clit. The nub of nether-flesh was immediately being stimulated by the nearby shifting skin of Cali's underside, her hefty balls stretching her swiftly rearranging scales in a perfect storm of sexual conflagration for the herm.

Shocked, Cali's tail shot up over her shapely backside as she half-screamed her undefinable pleasure.

As luck would once again have it, this was when the drake's tailhole would return, popping back into existence after being sealed away with the flesh-melding manipulation of Menagerie's lower legs and feet.

This was the last straw, the herm could take no more, her legs buckled under her. As she fell, she held tight to her partner, her package.

Collapsing back into the forgotten pile of destroyed cake, Cali's back arched, leaning back and away from her giant, unique cock, although her hands remained tightly wrapped around him. The totality of her form quivered in shock at the unleashed torrent she could feel welling up in her MenageRod, as well as the strangely sweet sensation of something squishy, slightly sticky and softly slimy oozing against her anus, her pussy and the underside of her balls. Heedless of the mess she was in, not willing to do anything about it, not wanting to bother extracting herself from it, she simply resolved to stay there in the slowly warming frosting, merely groping at her Menagerie-maleness.

Menagerie was beyond words at that point, his cock-body having taken on all hardness of the things it could be called: 'shaft', 'pole', 'rod', 'spire', etc. He couldn't even move his arms or head as the sexual tunnel was forged within the phallic column that was his form. His neck was locked, keeping his head pointing straight out and up, his arms tensed at his sides. Typically, the thick ridge on the underside of a manhood could be plainly seen from base to tip. This was indeed the case with Caliente and Menagerie, but to the nth degree. Their urethra was extraordinarily swollen and only seemed to throb thicker as things went on, making Menagerie seem fat with the slowly approaching tsunami of spooge.

Holding her heartily hung and hunky genitalia away from her body, Cali sat up and writhed her rear about within the remains of the cake, slowly coiling her tail around her boy-bit's bloating black body in an attempt to more quickly alleviate the unbearable, pleasurable pressure. Rippling the loops of the slender tail up and down, Cali snuck her hands in between the slithering gaps to quickly and needfully massage the groaning rod's remaining musculature, stroking along his frozen arms, masturbating herself and him, simultaneously and desperately.

The herm discovered she wasn't above grinding her groin down into the mush of the cake, letting it stick to her swollen, spectacular spheres, letting the virile orbs become cupped in the slimy soft sweetness. Nor was she too good or too proud to not actively shift her rear around within that same mass of icing, making the sugary stuff inch up against her undercarriage to provide potential stimulation to her sizzling slit as she focused on her phallic friend. Eventually, though, she removed her tail from the Shaftagerie to begin flexing its dexterous length down and under her backside, her inner slutty nature ultimately winning out. Caliente used her own frosting-coated tailspade to penetrate her femme-sex, succumbing to the need for something besides her busy hands on her willing sexual and bodily captive, Menagerie the cockdragon.

Everything erotic from the extended and enchanted evening flashed through the fattened phallus' mind, all the borderline sexual situations during the party and then the entire experience with Cali herself, even before their carnal coalescence into a cohesive new hedonistic whole. Since their symbiotic synthesis, the shapeshifter's senses had also extended into his owner's form, giving him vague hints at things she felt upon her hips and lower belly, her butt and thighs. While it had all been pleasant to experience anything at all with her, another avenue for their shared bliss had opened up.. or re-opened, depending on how one looked at it. The maleness had been able to feel it when her femininity and her tailhole had surfaced, moaning all the more in his already unendingly erect state upon sensing the tender entrance to Cali's tunnel of love. More than the prospect of feeling something sliding into that space, Menagerie was all the more aroused by the very idea of such all-encompassing intimate inter-communication, feeling like he was suddenly more than just her cock. There was also the naughtier notion that occurred to him within seconds: Hoping to be able to self-penetrate AS the shaft.

Nevertheless, the reptilian rod had been overjoyed when Cali had begun playing with her food once more, his body straining to the very limits of his inexorably anchored root as he had the dual affect of feeling Cali's cake-based playing, as well as her own arousal from the very same thing ending up being expressed through him.

It had all built up, teased out into a monstrously massive climax that had been delayed far too long, a legendary load lumbering up his length, a load that had loomed larger and larger, being made more substantial by the very lack of release and sexy struggle that it had created in the first place.

As Cali squirmed to satisfy herself with her tail and her brand new Menag-shaft, her body kicked into overdrive. The normal milk production within her breasts that accompanied extreme cases of sexual activity kicked in, swelling her bust uncontrollably as the urethral tube slipped into Menagerie's chest, disappearing under his still-visible slight pectoral muscles, en route to linking up with his throat.

In the last several seconds before their mutual detonation, both parties within the blissful blending of bodies realized that they had not yet shared a proper snout-to-snout kiss that evening. In the same moment, both of them resolved to correct that lack of lip-locking in the very near future.

Finally losing herself entirely in the last few moments of fusion-fuelled fornication, Cali contoured herself around, smearing her curvacious front in the icing from Menagerie's birthday cake once more, thrusting the birthday boy himself into the last of the cake's former base. Digging deeply into the destroyed remnants of the pastry, Menagerie's open jaws caught a mouthful of the mush, his first taste of the cake, aside from licking the creamy icing from Cali's body. The flash of those tongue-heavy memories made his overwhelmingly overstimulated form tingle just that bit more as the drake flipped them both over, splatting down on what had become her bed of frosting.

Cali's tail still stuffed itself into her hungry female sex, her nethers rippling to pull the smoothly widening length in deeper, tugging firmly, albeit unnecessarily. Her legs flexed up so her feet could massage her own bountiful balls, smearing the frosting around on the soft scaled sac. Of course, the fucking-focused femme drake's attention was squarely on Menagerie, who bobbed above her belly, throbbing with impossible intensity, his cock-body quivering uncontrollably with Cali's pulse in overdrive. They both knew he'd be absolutely gushing with pre-cum if the inner plumbing of their forms had already been connected. Everything else was in place, obviously.

As Caliente groped at her steadily ballooning breasts, her thick nipples streamed with her milk, running down her unbelievable tits, dampening the valley of her cleavage in a thick layer of her personal, heated cream as her hands danced a manic routine between her chest and her MenageRod, one hand on his sweet sexflesh at all times.

The shaft himself was in a CTF-obsessed shapeshifter's Shanghai-la by that point, soaking up everything that his host did, receiving all of her pleasure after her senses had refined it down to the most basic of blissful, erotic energy, that thrummed through his body.. he'd have honestly thought he was glowing with the unending flow of it all, if he could think at all!

Then, Cali remembered the kiss she had planned on getting. She curled herself up deftly, spearing Menagerie's maleness-merged mass up between her mammoth mammaries to mash her mouth to his, smooching, sucking, licking, kissing, tonguing, nibbling, nuzzling, nosing and full-on mouthing over the sexy little dragoncockman, her hands pressing her silky-scaled breast-flesh tight around his torso.

Beyond the shapeshiftershaft's snout, there was a stunted length of throat that ran from the back of his mouth to a small branch and a little, lung-like air sac that allowed him to speak while almost entirely without his own internal organs. During that all-inclusive kiss, that shortened gullet gained a new depth, one that was filled with the by-product of an entire night of debauchery.

At the same moment, deep inside the communal flesh, at the core of the conjoinment as well as the sexual centre of the 'couple', something finally unlocked, some signal received and sent, setting off the largest biological blast either of the two beings involved had ever experienced.

While their forms reached the zenith of their anatomical amalgamation, the host was trying, breathlessly, to bestow one last veneration on the birthday boy: "Happy-- birth-- daaaaahhhh!!" Cali cried, each word choked out between raspy pants before she cut herself off with her own climax, her organ orgasming with her. Their bodies simply filled to overflowing with the fantastic, fierce fire of fornication coming to fruition.

Menagerie exploded in Cali's face, ultra-forceful streams of steaming a sea seminal fluids into and around her gasping, silently screaming, unrestrained moaning snout as she tossed her head about. The drake kept herself clenched up, cock wedged between her breasts, tail almost entirely shoved into her snatch, clawed toes clenching her big, internally tensing balls.

The spray didn't stop, at first.. it was also clear, transparent. It took them the better part of a minute to expel the backed up precum before the real ejaculation began.

When that happened, Caliente was knocked even more on her ass than she already was, her semi-curled form flopping out flat on the former cake-carrying cart, her head lolling off one side of the flat bed of the trolley, Menagerie springing straight upward from Cali's body, beginning to geyser with her thick cum. The sensation of the slimier fluids that had just started rocketing through his streamlined internal systems was much more pleasurable to Menagerie as he rode out his world-ending orgasm with his heavily huffing host. Although, he wasn't sure if that was a function of true physical feeling, or just a subtle shift in his perception.. some minor alteration to the way he thought having been enacted by his enmeshing with the female's flesh, his mind suddenly leading him to place greater value and pleasure upon the act of delivering actual seed, fulfilling his phallic purpose.

As his mouth shot glob after glob of grand, creamy cum up at the ceiling, he was sure he didn't bloody well care, though. It felt like he was a fountain of limitless lust and luxurious erotic excess. If his mind had been tweaked to find what was happening to him even HOTTER than he KNEW he normally regarded it, he embraced that idea wholeheartedly.. or wholecockedly, considering his lack of his own heart.

Under the skyward straining and spraying spire, the dragonette writhed and bucked, humping upward, toes curling, tail twisting in erratic, esoteric patterns as her own sperm-laden fluids rained down over herself, her thickly swollen 'sexpartner' and the cart, and a wide swath of the floor nearby. Her enraptured wriggling upon what was left of the frosting caused her transformed cock to swing wide, and often. Singularly powerful pumps from the potent black dragocock sailed far to one side or another, perhaps far enough to strike one of the mesmerized party guests.

The entire assemblage had backed away (save for Anomaly, of course), watching in rapt fascination, morbid curiosity and quite likely with unrelenting boners of their own. Then, as if what they had witnessed thus far that night wasn't enough of a spectacular show, Cali managed to created something of a climax for the lengthy peaking of Menagerie and her own passions.

Completely oblivious to her audience, and probably of the mind to flaunt herself to them if she HAD been aware of their continued presence, Caliente spiralled her tail around Menagerie. The sinuous limb was coated in her own feminine fluids, having gushed from there upon her linked lunge into the ambrosial abyss with her anatomical addition. Also still smeared with frosting, the collection of slickening slime made the coiling loops of her tail perfect for gliding the already quite messy MenageRod through them, bracing her four other limbs down on the cart as she started milking her still pulsing, cumming cockdragon with her tail.

Suddenly, the streams were longer and thicker and higher and louder. The last element was due to the drake's unfiltered groaning as she ground out gallon after gallon as the tight loops massaged over Menagerie's enormous cock body. The coils of her tail squeezed and tugged as she thrust him up through the tight passage she created, the peak of each clenching pistoning of the penile person resulting in the nearly doubled qualities of Menagerie's male-fluid mouthfuls. Luckily (or unluckily) for the onlookers, though, they were all almost strictly vertical.

Gradually, the apparently endless escapade came to a sweet, sticky ending.

Caliente and her just broken-in Menagerie-manhood lay on the cart, exhausted.

But that didn't last long.

• (( Note to the reader: While I wrote up the events of the party as I remember them as best I could, Aubrin has been kind enough to provide an artist's rendering of his own favourite event from that wild night.. with his own style and embellishments! You can find it here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8309416/ Thanks, Aubrin! ))

The first thing that's likely to happen is either Amethystine's unnaturally lengthened tongue snaking its way near to Cali's body to sneakily lick a sampling of the caked-on frosting off of her scales, his hiss alerting the resting duo to the python's presence.

Or, perhaps Aubrin's similarly extensive and dextrous 'peen' will slither its slightly rounded tip around Menagerie's middle to lift him gently upward, rousing the pair more directly to see how the formerly small penguin will have taken the opportunity to slip into his pengryphon form, a pleasingly sleek mixture of penguin and orca.

What's most probable is both of them advancing and performing the previously predicted teasing actions while a sizable cadre of Menagerie's well-wishers wait in the wings behind the prominent, promiscuous pair.. all of them leering lewdly at the lecherously linked lotharios.

It's possible that the entire group will simply wish to give Menagerie their regards and say that they hope he has fun on his weekend away with his 'date', Cali.. where-ever it is she'll decide to take him.

But what's much more possible.. and highly probable, is that Amethystine and Aubrin will re-awaken Menagerie and Caliente's only partially depleted reservoir of energy and arousal, coaxing them into a menage a` trois and a half. The two bipeds will be cradled in the serpent's coils as they all get a bit more closely acquainted before both Ame's forked tongue and Aubrin's inexhaustibly long orca-style cock will wrap around Menagerie's body and plunge him into the naga's cavernous maw. Aubrin and Cali may or may not also each suck off one of Ame's twin shafts while he orally pleasures the other three.

And after that statistically sound avenue of affection, there's any number of branching paths, based on the multitude of Menagerie's party-guests.

Maybe they'll all want to give the birthday boy a kiss goodnight on their way out the door. Maybe a nice tight hug instead, or a combination of both? Maybe each and every one of them (even the females) will be sporting a cock that's ready to blow, ready to be rammed down Menagerie's toothless maw, sounding him, stretching him slightly, feeding the fused pair's expended balls, topping the hyper-storage units back nearer to full than empty. Of course, even if they all had the aforementioned anatomical features at such a state of readiness, there would be no guarantee that they would all want to use them in the exact same fashion.

What IS sure, though, is that Menagerie and Caliente will be stuck together for days to come (and stuck together to cum for days!), after what happened here tonight.

~ Menagerie is © to himself. Aubrin and Caliente are © to Aubrin. Amethystine, ArachNed, AcePrion and Anomaly are © to Amethystine. Fenchurch is © to him/herself. Zebort is © to himself. ShadowFenris is © to himself. Tina, Chris and Tom belong to Panderottermon. TOS is © to himself. Daniel is © to himself/SSJ3Mewtwo. Karisha and Mena are © to PhantomShotgun.