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A Monumental Era

Deep in the emptiness of space, a single ship glided through the vacuum towards its destination. In the cockpit a naga was lazily looking over the controls while at the same time playing an electronic game. It was a boring voyage for the young naga, it was a mere delivery run towards one of their planets were an invading force was threatening a planet of their empire. It was a paltry mission though; there were more than enough of their kind there in order to stop such a small incursion.

"Ohhhh..." he heard a sudden groan from behind him that caused him to miss his next shot, the heavily pregnant naga behind him rubbing his taut belly. "I haveta... lay... I'm gonna burst..."

"You can do so when we get there." The naga said in an irritated tone before turning back around. He was about to go back to his game when he noticed something on his radar screen. It was faint... but as he adjusted the scanning module he realized that it was one of their invasion signals. He managed to lock onto the signal, tracing it back to the planet of origin. "That's impossible..."

"What is it?" The other naga replied, struggling to turn over to his side.

"It's a sector that we had previously tried to seed since it has natural resources and could possibly be used as a supply route to some of our outposts." The first naga said as he punched in the coordinates. "But when we sent out our eggs to the planets none of them came up with sentient life and we scrapped the whole area. Now it seems that we may have gotten a hit... after all this time..."

"What... what are you doing Alitar?" The egg-filled snakeman said as he saw a new course being put into the computer. "Our mission..."

"Our mission was merely something to occupy our time Siridis." Alitar said as he gave him a fanged grinned before turning back to the console. "We have a far grander purpose now... hold those eggs tight; we're going to need all of them."

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A few hours later the sleek craft touched down in a large field just outside of a small valley town, unbeknownst to the general population. "What a backwater planet." Alitar said with a note of disgust as he slithered out onto the grass. "We'll need at least half a dozen command modules in order to bring their technology up to speed, but at least the lifescans show promise. We can turn this place into a soldier breeding planet easily enough if there are as many aliens as the computer estimated."

"Oh Gods!" Siridis yelled as he slowly slithered down, able to see vague outlines of eggs moving in his jam-packed stomach.

"Quiet!" Alitar hissed, grabbing the complaining naga's muzzle and clamping it shut. "There are lifeforms nearby I think and I want to study them. When the time is right you will lay, until then shut your muzzle and follow me."

After a few minutes of slithering, punctuated by small, whimpering groans by Siridis, Alitar happened upon the spot that he had scanned earlier. He saw two people there, a man and a woman, wearing strange cloth that covered their bodies. They seemed to be in the middle of discarding it though, the female's top pushed up over her head as the male unbuttoned her pants. "Two sexes... how unnecessary..." Alitar hissed before silently slithering over to the distracted couple.

Meanwhile the two humans were completely oblivious to the two alien creatures that had stumbled upon them, their breathing heavy as they continued to kiss and undress each other. "You remembered to bring a condom, right?" She asked as she felt his erection press against her thigh when she freed it from its denim prison, already hard as a rock.

"Of course baby." The man lied, brushing her hands away from his member. "Give me one sec to put it on and then you're good to go." He had realized midway through their making out that he had forgotten it in his dresser, but he figured that he could just pull out before he finished and it would be just as fine. He was primed to go, and from the way his girlfriend was on top of him grinding against his crotch she was ready as well.

After waiting a few seconds he guided the tip of his throbbing manhood between her legs, both humans letting out a small gasp and moan as their sexes touched. Alitar took the opportunity to move right up behind the human male, his own cock sliding out from his reptilian slit. Once the human male had completely inserted himself into the female the Macovi struck, darting forward and burying his fangs into the male's shoulder. The effects of his toxin were immediate, the already aroused man letting out a loud moan as he fell onto his hands on top of the girl.

"Oh God!" The female shouted, oblivious to her boyfriend's predicament as she felt his cock push even further inside her, causing her to scratch her fingernails into the ground. As she let out another loud gasping shout it was muffled by Siridis as he pushed his cock into her mouth, maneuvering his coils around so his massive clutch of eggs wouldn't get in the way. She tried to squirm out, but the combined pinning of both her boyfriend's and the alien's cock in her body prevented any movement as the thick appendage pressed needfully against her throat. The Makovi above her quickly arched back and locked onto her eyes, and as her face went from angry to a calm, blank state he noted how easy it was to psychically overwhelm the poor creatures. Soon after though he could feel the massive amount of eggs in his body shift, finding a willing receptacle to be placed in...

"Remember Siridis, only one to convert!" Alitar ordered, his own ridged, tapered length pushing inside the lust-stunned male's hole, which caused him to push even deeper into the trapped female who tried to unsuccessfully claw against the latex naga's thick scales. He could hear his slave groan as his frantic hip-thrusting into the girl's mouth abated slightly, the Makovi concentrating as a thick bulge appeared at the base of his length that began to travel down into the girl whose eyes widened as it pressed against her lips before popping inside.

The male human on the other hand was free to be seeded to Alitar's consent, feeling his victim's insides already beginning to rearrange into a receptacle much like Siridis's as he human began to let out small groans of his own. From what he saw in Siridis's display and his own conquest's submission to him he knew that the entire population would effortlessly fall under their sway. Once he had enough converts he would radio back to the central fleet and receive his congratulatory statements for conquering a planet in this region of space, as well as hopefully a commendation for more worthwhile assignments.

A sudden cry and squeezing of his ovipositor shifted Alitar's attention back to the male, whom he guessed had just orgasmed inside the female who had one of their eggs sliding visibly down her throat. The leader Makovi grinned slightly as he saw that the human's seed had already changed to a deep black color, which slowly began to ooze out of her pussy as it pushed out his still-hard cock out of her. Right before the Makovi's eyes the slit sealed up, the clit inflating out into a proper ovipositor. As a small slit formed on the tip of the growing tool it began to leak a black liquid as well, the former female hissing in delight from the pleasure her new appendage brought her.

"Wonderful..." Alitar murred as he decided to finish up himself, pushing his cock deeply inside the changing human, feeling the tight anal walls clamp around his ovipositor as several eggs spread the ring of muscle wide and deposited them into the newly created naga. "Now... tell me where the greatest concentration of your kind our, my partner is in desperate need to lay."

The human male panted as he couldn't respond right away, his open mouth panting from sheer pleasure as his hair began to fall out and become replaced with black scale and his new fangs and tongue growing in. "There's... a movie..." he finally managed to gasp out, groaning between words as his legs fused together and his growing ovipositor throbbed against his former girlfriend's scaly stomach. "Very... popular... all the... young adults... will be there..."

"Very good." Alitar replied, pulling out of his newest convert and causing the new naga to let out a gasp as his new anal vent shifted to the front. "You show us the way. Siridis get ready, you'll finally have your chance to lay..."

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"Hey, did anyone see where we put that file for the relocation of that werewolf pack?" Tyler yelled out of his office to the other three, searching underneath stacks of papers for the elusive manila folder he was looking for. Their office had been busy in the past few months, the vault that they had used to store his Uncle's legacy becoming filled with items of their own. It had been nearly two years after the incident in the mansion with the Makovi broodmask, all of them had completed their college schooling by that time and signed up to be full agents in the Humanity Welfare and Protection Agency.

It had been a harder job then they had realized, even in their own little sector they were amazed at how many things they had to handle that were never seen by the general public. In their most recent case they had to settle a dispute between a group of werewolves and a logging company that had wanted to take their hunting grounds. In the end they had to step in and provide diplomatic support before the whole affair turned bloody, and thankfully they managed to come to terms where everyone was at least partially satisfied.

There was a knock on the door as Tyler finally found what he had been searching for, looking up to see a familiar face in a three-piece suit. "Mr. Johnson, what an unexpected surprise." He said, immediately getting up and shaking the older gentleman's hand. "How are things from the central office?"

"I have dire news, I'm afraid." Mr. Johnson replied, holding up a red-colored file. Tyler's eyes widened slightly, knowing that a red-folder case was one of dire importance with possible world-wide repercussions. They were known as 'Apocalypse files', and were only given to the top branches.

"Sir, we've only been doing this for a year." Tyler said as he was handed the file. "Are you sure?"

"Normally far more experienced agents would have been dispatched to deal with this." Mr. Johnson replied as Tyler opened the file. "But considering your... intimate knowledge of the components involved with this situation the Board has recommended that your team take care of the incursion."

Tyler's eyes widened as he looked through the information, looking up at Mr. Johnson with his mouth slightly agape. "It can't be though..." he said in disbelief. "My Uncle stopped the Makovi probe from sending out the invasion signal, they shouldn't be here."

"Unfortunately they are, and from our network connections it's believed that they're just outside a small farming town about forty miles away from Buffalo, a major urban distract." Mr. Johnson replied. "By the time we get mobilized the town is likely to be lost by our calculations. We believe that if something isn't done soon they'll soon invade the city, and if they manage to claim that then there will be nothing that we can do to stop it. Using military personnel would be pointless; they would most likely just be taken over and added to the numbers already converted. If something is not done soon then option 4 containment protocols will be used."

Tyler felt his stomach drop at the mention of option 4, which was the Agency's contingency plan in case of a supernatural outbreak with the potential to wipe out all of humanity that's still localized to one area. If they couldn't figure out how to stop it in its tracks then the Agency was prepared to blow up the entire town until it was nothing more than a smoldering crater. After being given the details of the mission and a large metal box Mr. Johnson wished him good luck, and then left the small office.

As soon as he no longer saw their agency contact Tyler darted to the wall and hit the alarm button, siren's going off throughout the entirety of the vault. In less than five minutes the other three had gathered in the office, each of them taking a look through the red folder. "Huh, never thought we'd have to deal with this again." Brandon said as he handed the folder back to Tyler.

"There'll be over five hundred converted Makovi in that town by the time we get there if these projections are true." Sam said, still in disbelief. "Tyler just barely managed to stop three, his uncle had seven, and none of them dealt with an actual Makovi. How are they expecting us to fight such a force with just the four of us?"

"We're not fighting." Tyler instructed. "The Agency has already dismissed any type of assault option as tantamount to suicide. This is going to be an infiltration mission."

"Infiltration?" Sam asked. "You can't possibly mean..."

"Yes, we will be going in with our Makovi masks on." Tyler said as he hoisted the metal box on the table. "Once we're inside we identify the leader and restrain him, and hopefully we can revert the town back to its normal state once the head of the brood is in captivity."

"But we've only used those masks in the training room for... you know..." Fredrick said, blushing slightly. "We've never done anything real with them, and if we wear them outside of that room they'd just take us over again like they did the last time."

Tyler punched in the code to the box as Fredrick spoke, the door of the containment unit opening with a loud hiss. "That's what these are for." He said as he pulled out four silver collars, plus one gold one, and set them on the desk. "They've done a lot of research on the Makovi since our accidental foray with them; these little marvels will isolate and block the mask's telepathic control over our minds and bodies. It's not perfect, but it should be enough to keep us from joining their fold until after the mission is complete. The silver ones are for us, the gold one is for the leader; the belief is that the same process should incapacitate him enough to be captured."

There was a silence in the room as they all looked at each other. They all had tasted the power of the Makovi... and all of them had been irrevocably changed by its influence. Even though Fredrick and Sam had been the only ones who were gay before the changes they all had found themselves in each other's bed on more than one occasion. Besides their fluids they also shared a passion for their Makovi forms, which they did together and often resulted in a wild four way as their baser instincts ruled over their rational thoughts. It was those experiences that the group feared the most, without the power of the training room and only an untested device between them and becoming Makovi in mind as well as body they feared adding their own names to the list of converted that would be destroyed by option 4.

"Well let's do it." Brandon said finally, causing the others to look at him. "What? This is what we've signed up for. We have the tools in order to nip this in the butt, so let's suit up and get it done."

Fredrick got up and took one of the silver collars, inspecting it in the light. "Well you can't argue with that logic." He said as he put it on, a shudder running down his body. The rest of the crew followed suit, snapping the collars into place around their necks.

Mr. Johnson nodded to them, then stood up and tipped his hat. "Pack up your 'special equipment', there will be transportation ready for you when you're done."

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The small auditorium was packed, the midnight release of the summer's most anticipated blockbuster had drawn nearly every young adult in the town to see it. Normally such a thing didn't happen, the town far too small to warrant such a late movie premiere, but it was summer and the town's council had managed to get a copy and thought it would be a nice treat for their younger citizens to enjoy what was usually a big city amenity.

"I'm really glad we got to do this before we got split up Tristian." Connor said as he and another young man sat down in one of the last seats in the house. "It sucks that we can't go to the same college, but I don't blame you for wanting to go to GEU."

"Hey, Northern CU is a great college as well, GEU just fits my major plan better." Tristian rebuked. "It is too bad they are in different states, but we can always chat on messenger and stuff like that, plus we have a whole summer to spend together before we go."

"Very true." Connor replied, Tristian looking at his friend with concern as he noticed a note of sadness in his voice. For some reason Tristian had noticed that Conner had been bummed out ever since they found out that they were going to separate schools, and though they had been best friends for quite some time he didn't understand why he was taking it so hard. If anyone should have been sad it would have been him, the circle of friends they hung out with were all going to Northern CU as well, which means it would be him that was going to have to start over.

Before Tristian could delve any further the lights went down, the previews beginning to play for the eagerly awaited movie. Any concerns were momentarily pushed aside as they both leaned back in the folding chairs, their excitement building as they waited for the movie to start. Everyone's eyes were so glued to the screen they failed to notice the strange black figures that slithered into the back of the room, or the dozens of shiny snakes that began to filter in through the doors vents of the building towards the unsuspecting youth. As the previews finished the title came exploding on the screen, the crowd cheering as Tristian and Connor gave each other a high-five before turning back to the movie.

About ten minutes into the movie the two began to hear whispered voices, along with people repeatedly shushing them. Tristian rolled his eyes and sighed, he hated when people talked during the movie and it seemed that the longer it went on the more people were making noise. It started off in the edges of the makeshift theater but slowly got close enough to where they could audibly hear them.

"I can't feel my legs, stupid chairs..."

"Why does this soda taste so funny?"

"Shit! I think I just ripped my pants."

After shushing them for the third time Tristian looked over at Conner, who was intently watching as the hero was chased by aliens on the big screen. "Dude, let's move up to the front, think I saw some open seats."

"Can't man, legs fell asleep like five minutes ago." Connor whispered back. "Just try and ignore them."

Tristian sighed and reached down for his box of candy, only to find that it was not in the spot where he had left it. He groped in the darkness under his seat for the missing confections, his search taking him under his friend's seat. As he felt the edge of the cardboard he leaned forward to grab it, only to stop as the back of his hand brushed against something cool and slick. An eyebrow raised up on his face as his fingers went up to the strange object, feeling something tubular in nature that was arched up towards Connor's seat. As he followed it upwards his curiosity turned to shock as he felt the back of Connor's seat and bare flesh around the objects body, his hand darting back as the latex tube seemed to shudder when he tried to grab onto it.

"Dude, you-" Tristian tried to warn his friend before he heard a scream near him, a young woman standing up and dropping her soda, revealing the black snake that had been hiding in it that now began to crawl into her mouth. She tried to grab on it but the soda-slicked serpent continued to push into her mouth unabated, her throat beginning to bulge out from the snake's body as several people turned around in surprise.

Several more people bolted up from their seats, including Tristian, though many continued to sit there in their seats. As Tristian looked around the theater he could see why, most of them looked like they were in a trance including his friend while others were slouched against their seats as snakes pushed their way into their mouths. Tristian moved to try and get Connor up he heard a low hissing, looking between the slats of his chair to see another black snake looking at him with his fangs bared. It looked ready to strike, but just as it lunged for him the human kicked the edge of the chair and caused it to fold, trapping the snake between the collapsing slats.

With the immediate threat gone Tristian tried to move Connor as the situation began to rapidly degrade around him. One of the jocks from his high-school had foolishly tried to fight off the snakes that had swarmed his girlfriend, only to find his clothes writing as several crawled into his clothes and bit him. As he fell to the ground one of them sprayed a black substance on his crotch, then darted down and engulfed his soft cock one the fabric dissolved as another took advantage of his exposed ass while the one he had been trying to pull on continued its work into the girl's vagina. Another man in the rows further back had managed to get his friend out of his seat, only to find that the other male had about three feet of pitch black rubber snake that hung from his backside. To Tristian's horror he watched as the afflicted man grabbed his friend and opened his mouth, revealing two thin fangs dripping with a black substance before burying them in the human's neck. More people began to experience the same change, males and females alike pulling down their pants and rubbing their groins as black scales began to overwhelm their bodies. The strangest sight were the girls, those further along in the transformation began to see their chests deflate, those who had already taken off their shirts able to see their breasts become firm pectorals as the feminine lips and clitoris they rubbed began to warp and expand into sizable cock-like appendages.

"Sssit back down Tristian." Connor said as he looked up at his stunned friend. "Aren't you enjoying the movie?"

Tristian nearly fell back into the next row of chairs as Connor lunged for him, just ducking out of the way. As he turned to make a run for the doors he saw that the snake that had lodged itself in the changing human's ass looked like it had fused with his skin and had wound its way around his legs. It looked like the snake's body was flattening out, and the more he looked the more he saw it assimilate the two legs until they were both encased in one tube.

"Connor... sorry..." was all Tristian could say before he made a break for the exit, nearly running into another guy who pushed him into the wall and dashed for the door. Before the man even made it past the front row he was dragged down by several of the thicker snakes, which bit into his legs as a swarm of smaller ones made a dive for his mouth. Tristian turned away as two of them began to wiggle their way in, black strands already beginning to cover the victim's face as he turned and ran for the emergency exit in the back.

After dodging several more of the snakes and former humans there was nothing but open space between him and the door. As he ran as hard as he could for the exit, but before he could even touch the cool metal he felt something grab his arm and pull him back. It was a jet black naga, already fully transformed and apparently in complete control as he looked into his reptilian eyes. Suddenly the fear and anxiety that had been coursing through his body evaporated as he continued to stare, feeling strangely textured hands push up under his shirt.

"Mmmm, good physique on this one." He heard the naga say. "Almost escaped as well... think this one is going to get some 'personal attention', don't you think?"

"I think you're right." A second naga, just flitting past Tristian's range of vision as he felt a second pair of clawed hands slip into the waistband of his pants and cut them away. "I'll take the back and you take the front Alitar?"

The first naga gave a small nod as the two smirked, stripping the enthralled boy and putting him on all fours. As Alitar pressed his leaking tool against his lips Tristian managed to glance back to the theater that had been thrown into chaos. A lot of people had already been transformed, eagerly using their new ovipositors to thrust into one another. Some were still in the midst of their conversion, the black latex covering their twisting bodies as some fought the change while others appeared to embrace and even enjoy the change. The strangest sights were those who had managed to avoid the initial infestation only to be caught by others, caught in their coils as ovipositors were thrust into their mouths and rumps to initiate their change.

Tristian let out a small groan as his mouth was suddenly filled, the strange taste of latex flooding his mouth as Alitar pushed the tapered head inside him. "Embrace the glory as you join the new race that will rule your world." The naga hissed as Tristian felt the tip already press against the back of his throat. As much as his mind wanted to rebel the Makovi's will had already crushed his own, and as the alien fluids ran down his body his conversion was all but inevitable. The second naga had begun his insertion as well, the slick member pressing between his cheeks before pushing its way in. There was a momentary shudder of pain as his body rebelled, but it lasted only a second and a sweeping pleasure took its place as his ass was stretched around the thick tool.

As the two naga's began to thrust in and out of him in rhythm Tristian felt his stomach began to bulge as the tainted fluids continued to seep into his insides. His chest and abs began to turn pale as the skin of his back and sides darkened, turning into a brilliant white and deep black as the invading latex oozed out of his pores. The changing human could feel his face begin to stretch and soften, almost melting around the thick naga ovipositor in front of him as it was pulled out into a reptilian muzzle with each thrust. Suddenly he felt something press against his lips, his shifting eyes looking down to see a bulge appearing in the naga's black cock that pushed opened his lips and slid inside.

"This one will be an excellent Makovi." Alitar hissed with delight as he saw the former human's throat bulge impossibly wide as the egg slid from his mouth down his throat. As the first one made its journey he could feel something else that made his eyes widen slightly; an egg from the second naga pressing against his already stretched, latexified hole. Tristian's rubber covered face scrunched up as he felt the sphere push into his backside, his own warped cock throbbing as instead of the pain he was expecting all he felt was a wave of bliss. The new naga slowly realized that it was because this was his purpose, to breed and spread his new kind as he felt the growing presence of the other Makovi in his mind.

Alitar surveyed the area as Tristian began to bob his head up and down on his cock on his own accord, eager to get more of the eggs inside him. "A good start." The Makovi hissed, seeing his plans already coming to fruition...

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Several hours and a very exhausting car ride later the four were let out in the small forest that bordered the infected town. They were careful not to be seen, finding a dilapidated ruin of a barn that they hunkered down in with the metal boxes they carried in. They wore their collars the entire time, as well as a skintight lycra body suits with embedded monitoring circuitry, letting the complex technology adapt to their systems and gain a baseline of their brain activity. Once their masks were on it would keep any foreign thoughts or alien tech to seep into their minds, giving them the bodies of Makovi but hopefully nothing else.

"Alright, I guess it's now or never, the town is about two miles from here." Tyler said as he punched the code into the box, which opened with a loud hiss. "Any closer and we might get seen, so let's suit up."

"Man, I never thought that I would have to put this on again outside of the training room." Fredrick commented as the rest of them followed suit, their masks sitting inside the metal shell that was covered on the inside with glyphs. "So how are we going to do this, all at once or one at a time?"

"One at a time sounds better." Sam said as he looked down at the blank eyes of his mask, everyone else nodding in agreement as they exchanged fearful glances.

"I'll start I guess." Tyler finally said, swallowing his courage and sliding the latex hood over his head. The familiar feel of the slick material sliding over his face caused his arousal to quickly grow, the head of his cock pressing against the tight spandex suit he wore. The rest of the group didn't bother to look away, they had been with each other long enough in these types of situations to no longer be ashamed of each other. In fact more than once the group stared at the growing bulge as Tyler let out a groan, the edges of the mask beginning to wiggle and writhe.

Tyler opened his mouth to allow the rubber tendrils to flow into his mouth, the familiar taste of latex coating his tongue as he could feel it push down his throat and into his nose and ears. For a brief second he was blinded as the latex covered his eyes as well before his vision returned, seeing everything with crystal clarity as he felt the rubber begin to roll down his body. The other three began to sport erections of their own as they watched their friend's body begin to shift and contort underneath the expanding layer of shiny scales, his muscles thickening as it seeped passed the undersuit he wore and pushed into his skin.

"Biometrics are still functioning." Brandon said as he took out a small tablet and pressed on the screen. "I'm sure Mr. Johnson is going to be thrilled to know that the latex conversion didn't destroy the multi-million dollar monitoring suits that we were loaned."

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled, even though they were made specifically for us." Fredrick said as he looked over Brandon's shoulder before turning back to Tyler. "How are you doing over there buddy?"

"How do you think?" Tyler replied with a deep sigh, his clawed hands rubbing down his latex abs and to his groin as his throbbing erection was finally freed from the lycra prison by the rubber that formed into a slit around it. "God, every time it feels like the first time..."

The three gave each other slightly worried looks as they watched Tyler writhe around, falling to all fours as the thick rubber knit his legs together into a single tube that lengthened and thickened behind him. "How about... mentally?" Sam asked, taking a step back as the transforming human squeezed his eyes shut for a second before they opened and revealed yellow, reptilian slits. "Tyler?"

"I'm fine!' Tyler snapped, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth as he felt his spine lengthen all the way down his new body and allow his new naga form to move. "Just... trying not to touch myself, stimulation might make it harder... on the device."

When the transformation was complete the new cobra slithered up, towering above the three humans with a smirk on his face. "Who's first to taste my cock and become my slave?" He said, causing them to back up before he broke out into laughter. "Just kidding guys, the new collar works great. Horniness is still there... but the desire to breed eggs into all of you isn't there, at least not yet."

"In that case, I'll go next." Fredrick said as he grabbed his own mask. "Have the most experience with the sensation of being taken over after all..." One by one the others put on their masks, turning into Makovi as well. Their leader had been right about the feeling of lust still being there, by the time they had finished they all had erections and it took all their willpower not to have a bit of fun with each other as they made sure the rest of their equipment was working properly and ready to go.

"Alright, now no matter what we see we can't let it get to us." Tyler said as he slung his satchel over his latex encased shoulder. "If we want any chance of saving these people and stopping Option 4 from taking place we have to find the actual Makovi and let nothing else get in our way. The converted are all connected via telepathic link, a link that we won't have access to, so if we act out of place to one of them they're all going to know. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" The other three said, waving their hands in a brief salute before they started through the forest to the town. They strangely found that despite their bodies being bigger they had an easier time trekking through the forest, their snake bodies slithering over and climbing most obstacles with ease. It had been the first time since the mansion that they got to be outside with the Makovi bodies, and during their first incursion they were doing little in the way of exploration.

Brandon pulled out his GPS after nearly an hour of hiking, the sun beginning to set as he pointed the way for them to go. "We should be coming out of the cover any second now." He said as they continued to move. True to his word the four did break through the brush cover a few minutes later, their jaws dropping at the sight that met them.

The town was going about its like nothing was going on, young children were playing in the streets while their parents looked on and talked with each other. Small stalls were set up along the streets, vendors selling their wares to anyone who happened to pass by. It was business as usual... save for the fact that everyone had been transformed into a latex naga and several of them were openly groping or penetrating one another right in the middle of the streets.

It took a second for everyone to regain themselves, looking at each other before Brandon spoke up saying "so... where do we start?"

"This... this is going to be harder then I imagined." Tyler replied, the four fake Makovi looking out at the hundred or so snakemen that now occupied the town. "Well, we still have a job to do. Let's go to work."