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Allen walked down the street with a problem; it was one that likely wasn’t typical of those whom he crossed paths with, nor would they understand if he tried to explain it to them. It had started out as a normal day for the tall and somewhat thin man as well, with no work for him to do that day he had gone into the downtown area in order to just hang out and found that there was a local festival that had been set up in the area. While most of it was geared towards families and kids he decided since it was free for admission that he would go about and see if he could find something entertaining. After walking around a few stalls he grabbed a few of the snacks that were for free and then started to make his way towards the exit.

“You!” a raspy voice called out, prompting Allen to look around until his brown eyes fell upon a woman that sat at a small card table with a deck of cards in front of her. She looked like she was ancient and as she continued to point a bony finger in his direction he couldn’t help but look around to see if she might have been mistakenly referring to someone else. “No, you, get over here.”

Though it was a bit rude Allen answered the summons, walking over and sitting down on the chair that was opposite of her when prompted. “Hey, I really don’t need my fortune read or anything,” Allen stated as the old lady continued to gaze at him. “Plus I just spent the money I had at the food stall so I couldn’t pay you if I did.”

“You… oh, my boy… oh I couldn’t let you leave this place until I told you what I saw,” the old lady said as she continued her steadfast stare into his eyes. “You do not have long for this world… your time in this world is coming to an end, and it is very soon. Time unwinds around your body like a string cast into the air, and it won’t be long until there is nothing but the spool.”

“Are you… are you trying to say that I’m going to die?” Allen said in both shock and confusion.

“If that makes you feel better about it,” the old woman said as she leaned back in the chair. “Your aura is a black hole, a pit in which it absorbs everything around it. Soon you will be no more, and while I don’t know what awaits you it’s all I can say.”

For a second Allen sat there in stunned disbelief before he felt anger rising up in him. “You can’t just tell people that they’re going to die!” Allen shouted as he stood up. “What kind of fortune teller are you?”

“Who says I’m a fortune teller?” The old woman replied. “I can understand that it is hard to accept one’s fate but believe me when I say it’s true, and if you don’t believe me then you can ignore this warning and go about your day. But mark my words, your time here will be shortly at an end as fast as the crow flies.”

Allen still couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shaking his head at the gall of this lady to just point him out of a crowd and tell him that he was not only going to die but also at how sure she sounded that it was going to happen. Once he was done rubbing his eyes Allen was about to ask her what sort of scam she was running when he was shocked to find that she was gone, replaced with an empty chair as he looked around to see if she had gotten up. No way someone that old could have gotten away that fast, Allen thought to himself as he even looked under the table to try and find the old crone. As he felt a tap on his shoulder he thought that perhaps that it was her and that she had somehow gotten behind him in his confusion but when he looked up it was a younger woman that informed him that if he was waiting for her that it would take some time to set up.

At this point Allen’s head was spinning and when he got up from the chair he saw a sign that advertised face painting, watching as the woman set down an air compressor and brush along with a bunch of colors. “Excuse me,” Allen asked as he pointed to the table. “Do you share this table with some sort of fortune teller lady? Looks like she might be in the triple digits for age?”

“Uh, no, sorry,” the woman said with a laugh. “I think I would remember someone like that, and I had just packed up in order to go to lunch since there was no one to watch my table while I was gone. Plus I was only gone thirty minutes and had gone to the nearby grill area, I can’t imagine anyone would set up shop here that quickly without me seeing it and I walked back you were sitting here alone.”

Too weird… Allen quickly thanked the woman and began to go to the exit of the festival grounds, though as he walked by a fence post he heard a loud squawk that caused him to jump. When he looked over he saw a crow had landed there and seemed to stare right at him, prompting him to run his hands through his black hair before running away from it. Everything was becoming too weird for him at the moment and he needed to just get out of there, even as he felt eyes on him for his strange behavior he ignored them and jumped the barrier that had been setup to go down a nearby alley. The entire time he ran home the only thing he could think of was if he had gotten cursed, and even when his panic abated and he turned into a main street the only thing he could think of as he walked among the crowd of people was that he had some sort of ethereal target on his back.

Despite the fact that he still couldn’t believe what the lady had said he immediately made an appointment with his doctor and then scoured the internet for a way to figure out what was going on with him. It may have just been his imagination but it felt like death was coming for him, like he was running away from it but it was chasing him and quickly catching up. He was still a young man and had his whole life ahead of him, or at least he thought he did, and it made him wonder what on earth he could have done in order to deserve something like this. It didn’t help that the next day when he went to his doctor’s appointment he was greeted with yet another crow, this time sitting outside his apartment as though waiting for him before he got on the bus.

The doctor was about as awkward as Allen expected and after as many tests as he felt confident in asking for without raising suspicion he was eventually told a few days later that there was nothing physically wrong with him. The internet didn’t hold much information for him either, but the longer time went on the more it felt time was ticking down until his demise. With the doctor and the internet striking out he tried to find other ways in order to figure out what’s going on and even going to the festival again to see if that old woman had somehow come back. Once again he came up empty however and it started to push him to measures that were a little more archaic in nature…

…way more archaic.

A few weeks later Allen sat at his desk with a number of old books and photocopies, everything that he could find considering the ancient practice of alchemy. As he had gathered his data things began to start looking more and more like what the old woman had said was true, starting to see things like people disappearing and reappearing while things like furniture that he owned just winked out of existence for a brief period before coming back. It was like it wasn’t just his life was coming to an end, it felt more like the very fabric of his existence was becoming undone right in front of him. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he had his head scanned multiple times he might have thought that he was going crazy.

But it was also when he had gotten his greatest idea, one that involved more than just cheating death. For the longest time ancient alchemists had attempted to extend their life or to achieve immortality, and unless they had kept their success a big secret none of them had ever succeeded. As he read through ways of trying to save himself from his fate he found himself understanding things like branching universe theory and the idea of linear time being less like a line and more like a pond. If that was the case, and all of existence was merely the surface of the water, then who was to say that he couldn’t remove himself from the pond entirely? It was a bit on the extreme side of thinking but when he had put down his coffee mug on his table only to hear it shatter when he saw that it had disappeared he figured that existing outside of the usual parameters of time was better than not existing at all.

In the end Allen came up with a rather unique fusion of modern theory and ancient practices, finding that using the same transmutation spells that they used in order to attempt immortality along with a bit of creative engineering on his part could do what he wanted. The only thing was that he didn’t want to do was turn himself into an actual statue, like finding out the philosopher’s stone was real by actually turning into it. He still needed something that represented timelessness though and eventually came up with a solution that he could work with, swirling the vial of liquid latex around that been the culmination of nearly three months of near endless work. It had been nearly time in order for him to try it out, looking over his notes in order to make sure he had done the alchemical circle that he based on the entire thing correctly.

It had initially required a lot of space but given that his furniture still hadn’t returned after disappearing the day prior he found himself with more than enough room to work with. It seemed that the glitches were getting worse and save for his workspace he found himself seeing people move from one spot to the other and cars appearing where they hadn’t been like he was in some sort of bugged out video game. Maybe the simulation is breaking down, Allen thought to himself, though he had yet to see any falling green lines of code. That didn’t stop those damn crows from showing up though, glancing out the window to see that one of them was perched on his fire escape as he flipped it off.

Once he had gotten to the middle of the circle Allen took the vial of alchemically infused rubber and removed the stopper, and as the faint aroma of latex filled the air the human suddenly had doubts. Even with reality glitching around him and his stuff disappearing he was about to try and do something that even those who had studied the craft hadn’t accomplished during their lifetime, and though he was able to use the power of the internet and computers to compile his data much more quickly it was hard to believe that any of this wasn’t going to work. It also required a fundamental belief in magic, which up until a few months ago he didn’t even consider but was now standing in a middle of a runic circle about to try and perform an ancient ritual.

Allen found himself standing there for a while before he sighed and poured the liquid into his palm, then taking it and painting the remaining symbols for the spell to work on his forehead, cheeks, and finally on his bare chest. Once he was done he rubbed the rest into his palms and waited, feeling the seconds tick by as he stood in the middle of his mostly empty living room with only a pair of shorts on. Though he began to feel the rubbery substance tightening on his face and cause the skin underneath to tingle nothing else really seemed to happen, which made him wonder if he really had just wasted the last two months on a fever dream. Just as he began to think about going back to the drawing board he saw the chalk lines on the floor start to glow with a faint light.

“No way…” Allen said, his shock turning to delight as the magic could be seen filtering all the way out to the edges. “I did it! I guess that makes me an alchemist now…” As the human watched however he saw that the glowing white quickly shifted to black and started to spread out, and as he lifted up his foot he saw thick strands of a substance very similar to the liquid latex that he had just put on his body start to stick to his foot and start to climb up it. “Uh, uh oh, this wasn’t in the description, damn google translate…”

Allen quickly tried to get out of the circle but the step he had used to inspect his foot had been his last as he felt the thick substance had started to crawl up his other foot. When he tried to step forward with the one that was still in the air the heavy strands pulled it back to the middle of the circle and quickly coat it as well. Panic started to set in as the human tried to figure out what to do since other than the ritual itself and some base concepts he actually didn’t know how alchemy functioned, and from the way the liquid rubber was traveling up his legs he knew it wouldn’t be long before he found out the consequences of that. As he looked out over at his desk and all the information he could possibly use he found that the feeling of the rubber that had started to tighten around his legs was also giving off another sensation, Allen feeling a bit of embarrassment as the shorts he wore for this experiment began to tent.

As the liquid continued to cascade up his body though Allen didn’t have too long to think about it as it quickly coated his thighs and encased his cock, causing it to jump to full hardness as the fabric that covered it started to dissolve away and caused his shiny member to spring out. He let out a huff as the rubber clung to it and as he found his hand drifting towards it he also found something poking up inside him that caused his entire body to straighten in shock. It quickly became clear this substance wasn’t just aiming to coat him as it started to spread him open, and what made matters even more bizarre was it felt like he was getting penetrated by a rubbery version of his own cock as it did! Alchemists were extremely kinky, Allen thought to himself as the wave of rubber continued to roll up his flat stomach and continued to assimilate his thin body.

Even as Allen tried to bite his lip he couldn’t help but let out a moan as the rubber cock continued to thrust into him even with the shiny material tightening around his backside, though as it started to get towards his shoulder he felt a different stretching sensation that was happening at his legs. He looked down and saw that while the rubber was stimulating and coating him it was also transforming him, feeling his legs start to swell with muscle while his feet pushed out and grew larger. As his toes merged together they looked almost reptilian, but that was nothing to when the rubber reached his shoulders and poured down his arms while his chest filled out and his abs grew more defined. Even his cock looked like it was growing bigger as he felt his arms swell while the liquid rubber reached his head and coated his face.

As another tentacle of rubber emerged and pushed into his mouth, forming into a similar phallic shape as the one that was inside his hole, he felt his spine stretch and felt something push out just above his rear. Did he just turn himself into some sort of rubber lizard statue, he thought to himself as his mouth was filled with the shape of his own cock that he found himself sucking on despite himself, and was this going to be his eternity? He found himself still unable to move his body except for tilting his head back and as the rubber covered his face he began to see something coalesce in front of him. His vision was starting to go hazy as the liquid was creeping over his eyes while his face pushed out into a muzzle but as the glowing object took form it became a shape that he was familiar with, the image burning into his mind and remaining in his vision even after the rubber covered him completely.

Allen wasn’t sure how long he remained there encased in the rubber that had completely enveloped him but suddenly it all melted away, the human coughing as the cock that had been pleasuring his mouth pulled out of him while the one in his rear did the same. As he turned to his side in order to prevent any of it from leaking down his throat he realized that he was lying down, feeling the familiar texture of the cushions of his couch as he looked around and saw that his furniture was back. He quickly sat up at this revelation and when he examined his own body he saw he was also completely reverted to his original thin human form.

Could have kept a couple of those muscles, Allen thought to himself as he hopped over the couch and went back to his desk. The circle that he had drawn was for transmutation, and though the effects were temporary it had been clear that he didn’t want to do that even with a flexible substance. But while he was being transformed he had gotten a vision of something that could help him, something that literally represented the timelessness that he was looking for. Whether his furniture coming back was a sign that he was heading in the right direction or not he felt like he had just been pointed in the right direction, to a creature that up until that moment he had thought was just a concept.

Ouroboros.

As Allen rifled through the papers and books on his desk it reminded him that during his studies he didn’t actually see the creature mentioned much aside from it being used as a symbol for Alchemist Orders and other such things. The more he dwelled on it though the more he believed that this serpent actually existed, or exists, or something like that just as much as he knew that he wasn’t going to be around for much longer at this rate. Even with his furniture back he could still feel his very existence decaying away from whatever curse was upon him and once more saw the beady eyes of the crow that had been at his window. It also made him wonder just how much the bird saw of that previous display and also reminded him of the fact that he was naked as he went to his bedroom and hoped there was still a change of clothes.

It took another week for Allen to scrape together as much information as he could about the serpent of eternity, finding that for being such a prevalent symbol in society there wasn’t a whole lot written about him. Aside from being eternal there had also been mentions that he was the holder of limitless knowledge, so even if he wasn’t directly the solution to his problem he could at least try and ask what was happening to him. The problem he was running into was that since Ouroboros was regarded more as a symbol rather than an actual creature no one really tried to summon him or otherwise get into contact with the potential deity… or possible monster. That meant that Allen had to do a bit of creative thinking in order to try and get Ouroboros to come to him, and instead of starting over with some sort of new type of alchemy he just used what he had previously done and expanded upon it.

At the end of the week Allen found himself standing in the middle of the alchemy circle that he had remade, adjusting some of symbols while still keeping the majority of them. Once again his furniture had completely disappeared and this time it had taken his television and cabinets too, which left the room completely empty. At least it gave him more room to expand as he added the last of another outer ring before tossing the mostly spent chalk aside. After what happened last time he also opted to do this ritual without clothes, especially with half his wardrobe missing, as he rolled the fifty-five-gallon drum of liquid rubber into the middle of it where several others already had been set up.

Allen breathed out a sigh and rubbed the sweat from his brow, remembering what a pain it was to get the materials in the first place. When he tried to go to his friends and family first half the people didn’t even know who he was and the other half took a while before they remembered, which made it all the more awkward when he had to use their account to order gallons of liquid rubber for the ritual he was casting. Thankfully it all worked out before his address winked out of existence too and as he stood there looking at the expensive barrels his one solace was that if this didn’t work he at least didn’t have to pay them back. He tried to put himself into a better head space though and went over to his notes of the ritual he had cobbled together from pieces of other ones, moving to the last step as he took a paint brush and dipped it into one of the barrels he opened before painting the symbol of Ouroboros on the side of it with the alchemically treated substance.

“Please work,” Allen whispered to himself as he backed away, crossing his fingers as he could actually feel the magic starting to gather underneath his feet. “Ouroboros, if you can hear my call please answer, tell me how I can save myself from this fate.” As he continued to watch the circle glow he felt his stomach doing flip-flops as it reached the edges where he had drawn the symbol of the eternal serpent around the entirety of the alchemist circle to try and help direct the magic to where he needed to go. When the magic filled the circle he was relieved to find that he wasn’t surrounded by a pool of the shiny substance, and as he heard a bubbling noise he saw from the one that he opened looked like it was starting to boil.

But that was only half the magic; Allen had used an alchemical ritual that was supposed to make a homunculus, which was essentially a golem or an actual creature just with no soul, and have Ouroboros possess it so that he could try and talk to him. As the room darkened and he could start to see something that shimmered up above the human he felt his heart lifting with joy. It was hard to see at this moment but he could feel that he had done it, that he had managed to get the attention of the eternal serpent. He also saw that the rubber was starting to react as the lid of the other containers cracked and eventually broke off as the shiny liquid began to swell upwards.

This time Allen could actually watch as the serpent’s body formed and as he watched it swirl around in a circle it looked absolutely stunning. This creature was a deity, he thought to himself, a god of time and knowledge that flowed through him like a river that never ended. As he continued to watch him fly over the alchemy circle however something was wrong, he could sense it in the air even as more of the liquid rubber began to coalesce into a similar tubular shape. It wasn’t connecting with it, Allen realized, even though he had channeled alchemical energy into the substance it was still just inert goo at its heart and it had nothing to latch onto.

The second that Allen made that rationalization the spirit flew to the corner of the room and disappeared, causing the human to cry out before falling to his knees. Another failure, and this time he had Ouroboros so close that he could almost touch him. As the room once more brightened back up with the presence of the spirit gone the human saw while he was looking down at his alchemy circle that there was a shadow being cast over him that shouldn’t have been there before. Allen slowly turned around and as he heard a low hissing noise he realized that while he hadn’t gotten the spirit he had summoned that one part of his spell did work, slowly looking up at the rubber naga creature that had been created as it towered over him.

It was also at that moment as he saw the huge gooey cock that jutted out from the humanoid upper body of the creature that Allen remembered he was naked, and before he could get up and hide from his creation a coil of the naga’s lower body had managed to slither around him and coil against his form. He hardly had time to wonder why something that wasn’t supposed to even exist without his command be so horny as he felt it wrap his legs completely around his body, hearing the cobra naga chuckle as its hands slid down his skinny chest and went down towards his groin. He wasn’t quite sure whether it was because of the size of his own member compared to the one that he felt starting to push up into his backside or just from the fact that his homunculus he had summoned was about to take control, but either way he knew what was about to happen as he wrapped his arms around another coil that looped around his chest and braced himself.

To his surprise the thick rubber cock was quite firm as the tapered tip entered into him, causing his body to tense as he felt himself get penetrated for the second time in a month and both times by rubber implements. At least this time it wasn’t his own shaft, he thought to himself, though as it quickly started to get wider he wondered if that might not have been a bad thing. The naga seemed to sense the tenseness in his body however and began to squeeze and undulate the coils around him, not only spreading more of the thick liquid rubber over his body but also causing him to relax as it felt like he was being completely encased in some sort of bizarre water bed. His legs began to feel like jelly as the initial anxiety of getting rutted by a liquid rubber naga homunculus gave way to the pleasure that the surprisingly tender creature gave him, even feeling those smooth hands rub against his back while he continued to feel the throbbing cock flow into him.

It was a rather handsome naga, Allen admitted as he let the massage continue while he leaned forward against the coils supporting his body. Perhaps these alchemists knew what they were doing after all, it had always been said that the greatest innovations were driven by entertainment and sex, and this creature was definitely a master of the latter as he let out another low moan. As the creature went from penetrating to thrusting and started to work his cock in and out of him it felt like his spine was being pleasantly stretched, though as he tried to curl his toes from the feeling of the goo cock spreading him open with measured rocking of its coils he found he couldn’t. It was enough of a shift in sensation that he turned backwards to try and see what was going on and as he saw his rubbery legs pushing their way out from the mass of coils that were wrapped around him it looked like his feet as well as the rest of his legs had been merged together.

As Allen tried to move to see better he heard the snake hiss in his ear and as that forked tongue tickled against him it caused his squirming to cease. When he had relaxed in his coils once more the rubber naga shifted his body, keeping his cock pumping deep into him while lowering his head down. With his lower form more exposed he saw that like with his last attempt with alchemy his body looked like it was covered in rubber and his entire form was more muscular than before, his clawed hands going to his stomach where the thrusting from the naga caused the cock to rhythmically swell his stomach. He could also feel something welling up inside of him but as droplets of liquid rubber began to drip out of his nose he was more preoccupied with the creature completely swallowing up his new foot long serpentine cock with one swallow in its gooey throat.

Allen arched his head back and let out a hiss of pleasure, feeling his rubber covered tongue poke past his lips as it split into a fork while the latex-covered flesh of his back and neck flared out into a hood. Even with this creature’s masterful timing where he pushed down on his cock while the one inside him pulled out and vice versa it wasn’t enough to distract the human from the fact that his face was starting to swell out and the flecks of rubber that covered his flesh were spreading to completely cover him. Well, at least he could move, the transformed rubber naga thought to himself as he decided to give in and let the homunculus naga take control, and there were probably worse fates than being a sexy rubber naga creature as his counterpart brought him to orgasm while the sounds of their squeaking bodies filled the room…

Allen continued to feel the pleasure of their undulating bodies until at one point he found himself opening his eyes to find himself lying in a rapidly evaporating pool of liquid rubber, sighing loudly as he looked up and saw the long serpent body that he had been using to coil back around the one that had transformed him melt away to reveal his normal skinny legs. “Man, couldn’t have even given me that, huh…” Allen said to the empty air as he slowly got up. “No Ouroboros, no naga, apparently no hope of ever getting out of this alive… and apparently I need to stop using the alchemy created by the alchemist’s Renzyl and Athear because everything of theirs seems to come out super horny.”

Even as the last of the rubber sloughed off his body though felt that he couldn’t let himself get discouraged. Within a relatively short time he had not only managed to cast alchemy magic but actually got to saw the image of Ouroboros, and if it wasn’t for the fact his clock was quickly counting down to zero he’d probably be bragging about it to someone. As he slowly sat up he heard a squawk and looked down to see that a crow had somehow gotten into his apartment, the bird looking at him as it tilted its head back and forth. At this point Allen was beyond caring how things worked as he looked over and saw that his desk was still there, eventually dragging his sore body over so that he could take what he learned and come up with a new plan.

As the days started to blur together Allen found that his situation was quickly deteriorating; the first day after his fateful misfire with the homunculus and seeing the spirit of Ouroboros he found himself no longer able to even go outside without the world practically shifting underneath his feet and ending up in a new location. After the first time took him nearly five hours to get back Allen knew that it would only get worse and decided to stay in the one place of stability he had left, which was the area that surrounded his desk. When he looked out the window it was like looking at someone speeding up a tape back and forth and splicing parts in while cutting others out on the fly to the point where it was almost dizzying as he continued to look through the papers on his desk.

Night and day also blurred together as his electronics no longer worked either, not only would his internet show him pages that he hadn’t pulled up until his computer disappeared altogether but when he tried to order food it sounded like ten people all talking at the same time. Even as he started to get close to a solution he found himself having to work on the floor as his desk disappeared and he laid on the wood floor while completely naked out of necessity rather than choice. The last vestiges of his life were disappearing and soon there would be nothing left of him to say that he ever existed, which would soon include him as he laid back against the floor with the book he had been reading against his chest.

“Why didn’t you possess that naga…” Allen said to himself out loud as he laid there, his papers and a single vial of liquid rubber he had managed to save from the previous experiment surrounding him as he rolled the glass in his hand. “The homunculus wasn’t a living creature, maybe that’s why it couldn’t do it since this book says that spirits can only communicate through living vessels. If that’s the case then maybe I could do the same spell with a living creature and make it work… if only that crow was around, would love to use him.”

Suddenly Allen felt a weight get lifted off his bare chest and as he looked at himself he gasped when he found that there was no more book there. As he looked around in shock he found that his papers were all gone too, leaving him with only the vial that he was holding in the otherwise empty apartment. This was it… whatever was eating away at his existence had caught up to him in the present. If he didn’t do something this moment he wouldn’t have another chance, and the only thing he could think to do is the conclusion that he had just came to as he stood up.

Fortunately the magic of the alchemy circle he had created caused it to remain and Allen darted to the middle of it, taking out the cork of the vial and dabbing the substance over his fingers. He didn’t have much of the alchemical rubber and he couldn’t afford to waste a drop of it as he drew a circle on his forehead and embellished it as best he could to look like the eternal serpent. With the main symbol down he drew the rest of the runes as best he could and then used what was left to paint a similar Ouroboros sign on his stomach just to be extra safe. He stood in the middle of the circle and focused as hard as he could on the spirit he had previously seen in this last desperate act.

With his eyes closed in concentration he couldn’t see the magic taking hold, and part of him didn’t want to. The only thing he could hope for was that the eternal serpent would see his likely pathetic attempt and take pity on him enough to help him, or perhaps just take him somewhere where his existence hadn’t been cursed. After a while though he felt nothing, and not just from the spell not working but like all his senses had been completely blocked out including touch. At this point he couldn’t help but look and when he did he let out a silent gasp as nothing but darkness surrounded him.

This was the void, he had failed.

But even as he began to feel the despair of being erased from time he saw something appear in the distance, though it was hard to tell exactly how close it was since he couldn’t even see his own body, but as the creature got closer to his point of consciousness he found that it was Ouroboros that had appeared to him. “Your summons has been answered,” The creature said even though his lips didn’t move. “I am the eternal serpent, Ouroboros, the creature with no beginning or end.”

At first Allen wasn’t sure that he could speak but as the darkness began to creep away he found that he wasn’t in the void but rather still in his apartment, making him wonder if it had been his headspace that Ouroboros entered into since he felt his own body once more. “I need your help Ouroboros,” Allen replied. “I’m sure that you know but something has happened to me that means I’m going to die and very possibly be erased from existence, I was wondering if perhaps you could lend me your power so that this won’t happen? Or if not at least use your limitless knowledge to tell me a solution to save myself.”

“It sounds as though you wish to have eternal life or limitless knowledge,” Ouroboros stated as the ethereal serpent swirled around the human. “But you cannot have one without the other. Would you be prepared to take on both in order to continue to exist, even if it meant biting your own tail?”

Though Allen was about to answer yes he suddenly felt a slight hesitation as he realized what he was about to agree too. If Ouroboros gave him this he would be everlasting, but that came with some pretty heavy baggage with it that he wouldn’t be able to take back. On the other hand he would exist, and knowing everything sounded like it could have some serious benefits too. He didn’t want Ouroboros to wait though, though as he thought about it worrying about making the eternal serpent wait felt kind of silly, he nodded his head and said that he would take both to save his own existence.

Ouroboros didn’t respond, but instead he leaned forward and tapped in the middle of the symbol that Allen had drawn on the middle of his face and felt the rubber immediately begin to heat up. The alchemy circle that had been on the ground started to glow in a bright golden light that surrounded the human as he felt his mind open up, feeling the information of the world flowing into it at a pace more like a waterfall than a river. He could feel himself starting to sweat as a pressure began to build on his skull as the images of knowledge flashed faster and faster until it became nothing but a blur and eventually it caused him to fall on his back. Though he couldn’t see it the alchemical rubber on his stomach had started to glow as well and as he began to writhe from the overwhelming sensations it stretched upwards while the one on his forehead unfurled and began to spread out.

“Ouroboros, it’s too much!” Allen shouted as he held onto his head, though that did nothing to stifle the flow of information. “I can’t… I can’t hold it in! It’s going to destroy me!”

“That is because your mortal form cannot handle such vast oceans of knowledge,” Ouroboros replied as Allen felt his body get curled around again, but this time by the coils of the glowing creature that managed to surround his entire body as he felt the presence of the ancient entity on his flesh even if it wasn’t solid. “But you will soon no longer be mortal, and until then you must cycle the knowledge through your past and future until it becomes the present.”

Allen was so overloaded that he could only kind of understand what was being said, but as he continued to float there in the middle of the empty void he felt a sensation that would have been unfamiliar if it hadn’t already happened to him a short while ago. The human felt the ghostly maw of the serpent slide over his shaft, and as soon as it did the information that had been flooding his mind and causing him to lose himself started to ebb down to a trickle. He let out several gasps both from the feeling of getting his maleness sucked by the deity that held him there but also from the fact that he could think clearly again, though the wealth of knowledge that was being given to him could still be felt like it was downloading in the background. There was also something else he was starting to feel as the rubber serpents that he had drawn on his body had managed to merge together, forming the infinity symbol on his body before it began to spread over him.

Perhaps there was more of a reason that he had to go through those first few processes, Allen thought to himself as he began to feel his back pop and his ribs lengthen. It was just like his transformation into the rubber naga except this felt… more fulfilling, like this was what he was supposed to be as he saw his sides stretch while the black rubber covered them. The combined sensation of his transformation and the extremely pleasurable sensation of his cock being deep throated by Ouroboros caused him to squirm, feeling his new body wiggling around as the translucent tail of the serpent started to wiggle up into his backside. It did figure that after all this he would find the eternal serpent to be just as much of a hornball as the alchemical magic thought he was, letting out a chuckle before he felt something push up against his face.

It was the cock of the creature being presented to him, the smooth flesh glowing as the coil lifted slightly as his body stretched more in the coils of the one transforming him. He could sense the power of the eternal serpent within and found that there was a certain irony to having a serpentine sixty-nine for him to get what he wanted. At this point after what he had gone through Allen was more than eager to take the maleness into his own maw, though as he did his eyes snapped open as they immediately shifted to a golden color that overtook everything else. It had felt like he had just sucked on a car battery and as he completed the circuit between him and the ghostly creature the information came back in, but this time as it flowed through both of them he knew that he wouldn’t be overwhelmed again as a sudden and irrefutable truth came to him.

A sense of serene calm washed over him as he continued to suck on the thick throbbing cock, almost able to feel a rubbery texture to it before he realized it was his own tongue. As the eyes of the human began to glow his face started to push out into a muzzle, not the serpentine one from his last transformation or the reptilian one of the statue he had briefly became but slightly more draconic instead. By this point his body had grown to nearly twice the length it had before and as his legs merged together while in the grasp of the scintillating serpent his arms started to do the same, the shiny black rubber that was covering over his entire body enveloping them as they were eventually engulfed until they became nothing more than lumps on his sides. When his body started to fill out and his chest barreled out while tapering down from his extending length a few horns grew out from the side of his face, including a large pair of shiny rubber ones that caused the human formerly known as Allen to shake his head.

The floating of the creature there was no longer because of the ethereal body that was wrapped around it but rather his own power as the transforming creature blinked and found himself with a thick tapered cock in his maw, but it wasn’t see-through anymore as he saw the shiny black that framed the throbbing member. Ouroboros smiled as he pulled his own cock out of his maw and unfurled his huge body from himself, which he had space to do as he found himself in the void once more. But this time the eternal serpent knew that it wasn’t because he was disappearing, it was because that was where he belonged as he let himself continue to grow until he probably would have wrapped around the entire city he formerly lived in while sliding through the very spaces of the universe. In essence he had done exactly what he planned to do initially, he had found a way to remove himself from the fabric of time itself, and in doing so he had removed Allen from existence and brought Ouroboros into being.

Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy, Ouroboros thought to himself as he decided to take a quick tour around eternity before seeing where he could poke his head out from the seas of time…

Eventually Ouroboros found himself coiled up in a rather large office, though it wouldn’t have been large to the eternal serpent except that he shrunk himself in order to comfortably fit as his golden eyes looked at the man that sat on the other side of the desk. “So you’re saying that you saved yourself by summoning Ouroboros,” the man said as he moved his finger in the air. “And that you knew this because you always were Ouroboros and that moment had already happened for you in time.”

“That’s correct,” Ouroboros replied, flicking out his rubbery forked tongue.

“So when Allen was told that he was going to die, which in essence happened, it set off the chain of events that created Ouroboros,” the man once more said. “But was inspired by seeing Ouroboros that was actually him except that it hadn’t happened yet because you needed to wait for you to get to the point where he could create you?”

“I’m not seeing what’s so complicated in all this,” Ouroboros replied. “As someone whose entire facility deals with the facilitation of time lines and their distortion therein I was intrigued by this place due to the fact that you seemed to have grasped the non-linear fundamentals of it.”

Before Ouroboros could continue further the rubber serpent was interrupted as the human man waved his hands in the air. “Screw it, this is giving me a headache and that’s not why I took this meeting anyway,” the human said as he got up from his desk. “Listen, I know that you’re one of these creatures that exist outside the boundaries of space and time an such but the fact is you somehow managed to loop your own timeline onto yourself to essentially render yourself into a timeless being outside of the fabric of existence. We could really use you in order to help us clean up a few things and while I know that we probably won’t come to a traditional arrangement I would like to think that we here at the SHIFT Institute can make it worth your while.”

“Make it worth my while…” Ouroboros repeated as he looked around. “So many timelines run their way through here like the strings of a weaver’s press, I suppose I could find something here that I would enjoy. There is probably a wealth of experiences here that could occupy me and it’s nice to be in a stable place outside of the usual eddies of time.”

“I see…” the man replied. “If I may ask however, I thought that the eternal serpent was blessed with limitless knowledge. Doesn’t the fact that you know everything kind of make things boring?”

“Knowledge does not equate to experience,” Ouroboros hissed, chuckling slightly as he saw the man put a hand to his head. “I may know how a dice works but I will not know what side comes up until I see it happen, which given the number of timelines you tamper in I’m surprised you don’t know that either.”

“I suppose I deserve that jab,” the man said.

“Merely teasing,” Ouroboros said. “You are quite the businessman though, I will give you that. However you didn’t really tell me what services you wish to offer me in exchange for what I wanted, and I am most intrigued what I could do for you that you cannot do yourselves.”

“It deals with taking corrupted strands of time out of the fabric of reality, to use the same metaphor,” the man said before he waved his hand in the air. “I’m going to mess up the explanation though so I’m going to give you over to the one that brought you to our attention in the first place. I’m not sure if you might know them but they took a very keen interest in your progress with becoming Ouroboros.”

Ouroboros tilted his head slightly until he saw the man press a button on his desk, which prompted the door to open as the rubber serpent looked behind him. “Now that is a surprise,” Ouroboros said with a grin as he saw the anthro raven walk in with a smirk on his beak. “My little omen has come back to me.”

“Got it on the first try,” the raven said as he motioned with his hand for Ouroboros to follow him. “Come on, we’ll talk on the way so we don’t cause the boss man’s head to explode with the technical temporal jargon. You can call me Corvus by the way, I’m the head of anomaly investigation here at the Shift Institute.”

“Or the horny crow that was watching me while I changed,” Ouroboros responded, watching the feathers of the man ruffle as he chuckled. “Is that way you don’t want me in the office?”

“Of course not!” Corvus replied, looking beyond Ouroboros to the man behind the desk that he gave a sheepish grin. “First of all I’m a raven as you can see, and second I wouldn’t dare think of using company time and resources for my own personal voyeuristic pursuits! Anyway time to go, I think they’re serving meatloaf in the cafeteria and its actually edible this week!”

Corvus practically flew out into the hallway as he motioned for Ouroboros to do the same, shutting the door and prompting them to move until they were a fair distance away. “I see that becoming eternal hasn’t made you any less of a jerk face,” Corvus said as they made their way down the hall. “I still remember when you flipped me off while I was standing outside your window.”

“To be fair I thought that you were trying to kill me,” Ouroboros replied while he slithered. “Although if you had not been there I might not have acted as quickly as I did, which might have caused the time distortion cascade I was causing at that point to overwhelme me and I truly would have ceased to exist.”

“Oh, well then you’re welcome,” Corvus replied as a smirk appeared on his beak. “Off the record you were a lot of fun to watch, that thing with the naga was intense.”

“Oh really?” Ouroboros replied, Corvus giving the snake a slide glance of concern before he let out a yelp as he was suddenly wrapped up in the coils of the serpent. “You really liked what happened to me when I created that naga? Perhaps I can give you a repeat performance?”

“Ouroboros, we’re in the middle of a hallway!” Corvus said in a forced whisper as he looked around. “You can’t just…” the raven man trailed off as he suddenly found himself in the middle of a grove of trees that he recognized as a small park just outside of the institute. “Oh, right, eternal serpent.”

Ouroboros didn’t bother with a response except for squeezing his shiny coils around the creature as he transformed his body, letting out a hiss as the scales just below his head began to become distorted. It quickly formed into the shape of a torso as a pair of lumps appeared at the broadest point, the serpent wiggling his clawed fingers as soon as they formed while he felt his neck lengthen from his shoulders. It was one of the perks of the way he had created his body, Ouroboros thought to himself as he reached into the coils that were wrapped around the trapped bird and pulled off his clothes with deft precision, he could even form into a humanoid with a pair of legs if he wanted. Right now though he knew what the other man wanted as he shifted himself until he had lined up his cock that pushed out of its slit against the tailhole of the raven.

“Horny crow,” Ouroboros hissed in delight as he began to tighten his lower body, using the pressure to slide himself in as he held onto the head of the raven with his new hands.

“Raven,” Corvus gasped, panting as he was spread open as he looked down while the pleasure washed over him until the naga pulled his head back up.

“Whatever,” Ouroboros replied before kissing his beak, flicking his forked tongue inside as they made out while his body rippled to slowly but fully pump his rubber cock into Corvus. He kept a steady, slow rhythm to keep the other man in his shimmering coils for as long as he wanted, and eventually he pulled away from the bird and allowed him to pant while he smirked. “Let’s complete the circle, shall we?”

Corvus was in no position to protest, though he wouldn’t want to as Ouroboros shifted his body so he could push his draconic snout between them. It didn’t take much to find the cock of the bird that he had trapped in his rubber confines and found that he was quite well hung. Fortunately he also had a latex throat and plunged himself down onto the shaft all at once, hearing Corvus let out a loud squawk as he was fully enveloped. With his body wrapped in the snake’s coils from the waist down with his arms pinned to his sides there was nothing he could do but quiver within Ouroboros’ gasp while he sucked and bobbed his head.

Though he could control the raven man somewhat the combination of the tight hole pressing against his latex tool and the lithe form wiggling inside him caused him to orgasm, but not before he hastened his sucking and caused his partner to do the same thing. As he filled the raven and drank down his seed his body tightened even more, not to the point of discomfort but enough that he could hear the other man letting out short, stifled pants as his pleasure was intensified further. Once they were both fully spent Ouroboros released his prey, feeling the raven flop against him while he remolded his upper body to be that of a full serpent once more.

“That was… intense…” Corvus panted as he tried to fumble with the pants around his ankles before he finally managed to put them on. “Thanks for that, you probably ruined sex for me now, the only way that I can get off from this point forward is if I have rubber nagas squeezing the life out of me in more ways than one.”

“I still know the ritual if you would like to make that happen,” Ouroboros said, grinning as he watched the other man fumble around while he waited patiently. “Of course you would have to decide whether you want to be a goo naga or a rubber one… but if I’m recalling this point in time correctly I believe that they’re no longer in conflict, so perhaps you could have both.”

“I know who you’re talking about, and that’s a pass from me,” Corvus replied with a laugh. “Now that we’ve both had our fun though if you’re serious about helping the SHIFT Institute out I do need you to come with me. You may be the eternal serpent of limitless knowledge but you still need to fill out paperwork.”

Ouroboros just nodded his head and followed the raven back into the institute proper, opting to walk and slither rather than warp back so that Corvus could explain the exact nature of what they would like him to do. As he listened the serpent found it to be a rather interesting idea, using his ability to loop timelines on themselves and removing them in order to take particularly corruptive or dangerous ones and prevent them from directly interacting with others and causing a cascade effect to spread it further. A smart concept, but as Ouroboros warned if he did do something like that it would create a creature of untold potential that would never die and could possibly gain the same powers he did. Corvus nodded and responded by saying that they had a whole protocol in mind for what he could do, though as the two walked into the Institute proper the eternal serpent suddenly found himself distracted as he sensed a disturbance that caused him to turn and look at the creature passing by.

“Oh, hello Slypher,” Ouroboros said as he continued to slither by while smiling. “I look forward to seeing you soon.”

“Oh, actually it’s…” Since Ouroboros and Corvus continued to walk by the draconic sabrewolf didn’t have a chance to correct the strange rubber serpent, though given the nature of their work it wasn’t always a surprise to see such creatures. “It’s Serathin…” Serathin just sighed when he saw Corvus escorting the guest towards the creature resources department and ended up looking at his phone before shaking his head, not having time to correct the guy and not really caring either. “What a strange creature, probably someone that pulled themselves out of the temporal fabric of time and caused a self-sustaining time cascade… though I do like that name, Slypher… sounds sexy.”

Serathin shrugged and continued to walk towards his intended destination, unaware that Ouroboros had looked back at him once more while smirking as he knew that their paths would be crossing again…