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Gorwyll wasn't quite sure what to expect when he had started to tread through the field. The dragon had been sent there in order to investigate strange lights that were seen in the nearby area. By the time that he had gotten to the village that had made the call for him there had already been several that attempted to make their way towards the source of the lights, several not returning to the concern of those involved. After that no one had dared to venture into the woods, and it had been enough of a concern that they had staked a bounty for the return of those that had disappeared.

The dragon had arrived to the village to find that it was a small farming village just like he had been told. It wasn't on a main trade route, but there was still a small tavern that those who worked the fields for the entire day would go to get a drink. That would be where he would start as he adjusted his loincloth and scabbard before heading inside. The second that he opened the door he was greeted with the scents of beer and stew, and to his surprise he found that there were quite a few that had gathered despite it be the middle of the day.

"Ah shit, it's Gorwyll the God," the rather large, burly horse said after finishing off his tankard, the raven that set next to him chuckling as the dragon walked in. "Looks like this is going to be the competition after all."

"I really don't see the plight of these farmers as a game," Gorwyll replied as he walked over to them.

"Still as pious as ever," the raven stated. "C'mon Gor, you really telling us that you're not in it for the money? The kingdom has set up quite purse for whomever can find the missing farmers and solve the mysteries of the lights."

Gorwyll frowned at that and shook his head, knowing that these two were in it for the sport as much as the money. Julius was quite the renown fighter, the equine a master in many forms of combat, and his partner Vic was one of the best archers in the land. As the two continued to talk about the easy money they were going to make for the job the dragon's eyes glanced over to the other man that was in the room. It was someone shrouded in a cloak that sat by himself, and when Gorwyll asked the other two if they knew that was they responded that it was a rather rogue-ish type named Serathin.

The two had also mentioned the reason that they were sitting and drinking in the middle of the way was because the lights didn't even appear until the moon was high in the sky. Since wandering around aimlessly in the fields didn't feel like a good time Gorwyll decided to see if he could find a place to lay his head down and get a few hours of sleep. While this wasn't a proper inn there was a bed that he was allowed to lay his head in for the night, and considering the reason for his mission the tavern owner was more than happy to lend it to him for free.

As the dragon laid down his muscular body onto the bed he could hear the frame creaking, but it was sturdy enough to support him as he laid his sword to the side. Even with being in the back of the tavern he could still hear the two talking and laughing loudly, the two likely going to drink until the night. It was a bit of a rookie move, but it also had the potential that they were looking at the other bounty hunter in the room to make sure they were the first to leave. That also included him, but Gorwyll didn't really care all that much about the bounty anyway and just wanted to make sure the people of this village and the kingdom are safe, though as he let himself drift off to sleep he found himself wondering what could possibly be out there...

Gorwyll's eyes suddenly snapped open as he heard a loud bang, and as he bolted upright he found himself shrouded completely in darkness. At first he thought something had happened to him, but as the sleep quickly left him he found the familiar hay and cloth of the bed beneath him. With another rumble that caused the walls to rattle slightly he realized that a storm had just moved into the area, but with the thunder passing he also quickly noticed something else. Other then the weather related noises it was very quiet, and considering the two that were in the tavern it was unlikely that they had settled down. Quickly grabbing his scabbard Gorwyll got up and opened the door to find that all three of the other men had left, the tavern owner informing him that they had left a short while ago once it had grown dark outside.

Seeing the competition had likely spurred them to leave the second it was dark enough to see the lights, Gorwyll realized, and with the black clouds overhead it had hastened the arrival of night. It had also slightly thrown the dragon off his game, but considering the best chance he had of confronting whatever was out there was with the others in the mix as well he decided to grab a bit of bread and meat and head out as well. As he walked out of the tavern he found that the streets of the small village were practically empty, and as he started to eat while he walked it made him wonder if it was the storm that had pushed people to shelter, or the anomaly that he had been sent to investigate. Either way as the wind picked up and pushed him slightly forward he was glad that if there was something that needed to be fought that people would be at least relatively safe in their homes.

As the winds continued to pick up Gorwyll went to the highest spot he could find in order to try and survey the area, but with the darkness of the clouds it was hard to see where the other two sets of bounty hunters had wandered off to. Even with being only a few minutes behind he may as well have been an entire day, though there was one perk of such blanketing darkness as his eyes caught a glimpse of something. It was faint at first, but once he had locked onto it he began to see the swirling of the ethereal colors reported earlier. It was in the middle of a somewhat large grove of trees, which were one of the few that were around the expansive farmland that wasn't a single line of trees.

A grove... it was a fitting place for it to be, and with how far away it was from the village it wouldn't be easily seen due to the distance and the growing crops. At least he wouldn't have to search them each individually now, the dragon thought to himself, but considering the set of bounty hunters and the stranger both had wings it meant they probably saw the location as well. It would be a race to see who got there first, but fortunately with the winds growing more intense by the second the flyers wouldn't have a chance to close the distance quickly. But that meant having to fight the weather himself, something Gorwyll wasn't looking forward to as he rushed out of the village and through the farm fields to his destination.

The weather continued to hold for him, and as lightning split the sky on occasion he saw the shadows of the grove suddenly loom before him. He wasn't sure how long he had been running, the crops had slowed him down considerably and more than once he had to reorient himself so he didn't get lost. With the deep darkness settling in though as actual night fell it only caused the lights to be even more highlighted, to the point where he could see them in the sky like an aurora as he approached. At this point all he could do was hope that the others hadn't found the source of the lights and that the heavens won't open and start a downpour as he unsheathed his sword.

With the wind howling and the rustling of branches the dragon was unable to hear anything else, and while that was potentially a good thing it also could go the other way. It was one thing to hear the sounds of battle, which would likely be the only things that would get above the sound of the storm, but the silence held secrets that he would have to unfold for himself. It was possible that they were still looking... or they might have succumbed to whatever was out here. This would not be the time when he would have come out, but Gorwyll pressed on regardless with weapon drawn.

With the trees not being particularly large there was a lot of underbrush to push through, but eventually Gorwyll pushed through the treeline and made it to the clearing that the trees surrounded. At this point the glowing wisps of light were bright enough that he could actually see what was going on, but as he got past the last of the shrubs and saw what was on the other side he immediately wished he couldn't. Aside from a ring of grass that was on the outside of the clearing the entire middle of it looked like it was a tar pit, a shiny black substance bubbling and oozing from the ground with an iridescent sheen to it. In the middle of it was a shard of obsidian glass that jutted out from the ground that was taller than him, and yet despite the scintillating aura that radiated from it he found his eyes drawn to the two creatures inside the puddle.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" Gorwyll shouted, careful not to step in the thick, viscous substance himself as he could see them trying to crawl forward despite being sunk up to their shins. "Get back here!"

The two didn't respond to his shouts, and with the wind whipping around him he wasn't sure if they couldn't hear him or were willfully ignoring him. The more he watched them move the more it looked like they were in a trance, especially since he could see the gooey substance was spreading up their clothing and causing it to deteriorate. The armor alone that the two wore would have caused them to have normally balked and squirmed to leave, but instead they just allowed it to fall off of their bodies as they continued to try and get closer to the obsidian spire. Gorwyll attempted to try and find a way to reach them before it was too late, but the pool of the tar-like substance was several meters wide and even if he grabbed a tree branch he couldn't reach them.

But as another particularly strong gust of wind blasted through the clearing, Gorwyll held onto one of the trunks while noticing something that caused his jaw to drop. The gust had caused some of the goo to push back, and as it did it revealed the blades of grass that were underneath it. If that was the case then the liquid, which could be seen still oozing out of the rock, was only about a few inches thick at its deepest. Yet as he looked over at the two they were clearly still sinking down... until the raven lifted up his leg to keep stepping forward and his entire foot flowed back into the tar!

Gorwyll wasn't even sure how to help them at this point; they continued to ignore his cries for them to come back, and as the shiny liquid crawled up past their waist it caused them both to be exposed. The dragon's eyes widened slightly when he saw that they were both completely erect, and as they became exposed in the air there were two rubbery tentacles that each rose up and enveloped those throbbing members. Both men let out a gasp at that, their movements growing still as a second set of slightly larger appendages slithered up and began to push into their rears as well. With the raven being considerably smaller then the bull the goo had already moved up to his back, and when Gorwyll finally let out a roar to get their attention he saw Vic's eyes were shifting in hue and his pupils were reshaping into... hearts?

It was almost too much for Gorwyll to believe, but when he saw Julius with similar eyes as he let out a moan of pleasure he realized that they had been taken by the corruption that this stone was leaking. This was serious... while he wasn't sure what was happening, he knew that the two bounty hunters were more cautious then anything. That meant that something had managed to ensnare them, and whether it was accidentally wandering into the same goo that he had narrowly avoided, or the mysterious hum that he was starting to hear above the stone, it did not bode well for anyone that came across this place. This was something that was likely far beyond him, and while he thought about turning back and attempting to get more help in the matter he found himself unable to move.

At first he thought that he had somehow managed to step into the thick tar, but when he managed to look down he saw that he was still at the edge of the lake of the strange goo. Yet at the same time he when he looked back up and tried to move all he could feel was his muscles tensing and refusing to obey his commands. It wasn't long before he realized he was staring right into the heart eyes of the bull, and when he attempted to tear his gaze away it felt like he was trying to move lead. Suddenly Julius began to move towards him, leaving his companion behind as the raven continued to flail about in pleasure. While the movements of the horse were rigid and almost clumsy, the avian archer was so erratic that eventually he fell forward as the tentacle in his butt continued to push into him.

Though Gorwyll still had his blade up, it was becoming harder for him to keep it that way as his eyes continued to flicker between the two. While the horse approaching him was the more notable threat, he couldn't help but keep watching as the goo continued to crawl up and envelop the bird. "Julius... you have to break free..." Gorwyll managed to say, though even his own mind was having trouble with that sentiment as he realized his loincloth was starting to tent. "We can... help each other..."

For a few moments the horse stood there, his gaze turning up slightly as more of his own body was being coated in the substance, before he finally spoke. "Your vessel is strong," Julius said, though as the colors around the heart pupils of his eyes glowed and shift in coloration the voice that came out was more otherworldly then what was expected of the warrior horse. "Embrace us, and become one."

Before Gorwyll could respond he heard a number of other voices whispering the same thing in his own head, enough that it caused him to actually move as his hands reached up and clasped the sides of his head. Along with the voice of the horse he could hear several others, including that of the raven that was getting completely coated in the thick ooze. As his attention turned to Vic he saw the last of his feathers getting completely enveloped, his arms and legs completely lost within the thick rubbery substance that had enveloped his form. When the dragon had looked over it was just in time to see the last of his head being encased, those heart eyes disappearing under the substance that was bubbling out of his own beak and coating his head.

As Vic's body completely lost its definition Gorwyll turned back to suddenly find that Julius had closed the distance between the two of them, the possessed horse only a few inches away from him at this point. The dragon was lucid enough to take a step back as he saw the thick tentacle still pushing deeper into the equine, his stomach slightly distended while his already large cock looked even bigger with the rubber that had enveloped it. It was practically throbbing as was pointed straight at him, and as he tried to shake the strange thoughts out of his head it was only causing him more of the perverse pleasure. Without even realizing it he had taken a step forward himself, his toes practically dipped into the shiny substance as his own hands were groping his thick pectorals without him realizing.

"No, you can't just... do this," Gorwyll replied, though his voice was strained and slightly raspy as his eyes remained glued to those mesmerizing heart versions of the horse. "Release them, and maybe... we can find a way..."

"We already have our way," the entity controlling Julius once more said, though the words came with a slight gurgle as the black ooze began to drip down from his jaws. "You will become us, we will finally have form, and you will embrace it."

Gorwyll found it hard to try and think of a way to retort that, his mind growing so fogged that he was starting to lose his sense of self. It wasn't helping that he was continuously touching himself at this point, and that one hand had gone down and was rubbing the sensitive flesh of his shaft against the loincloth that covered it. As he looked down to see it though he had caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection, the winds that had been swirling around them remaining still enough for him to take a glance of his reflection. Though he still looked like himself, unlike the horse whose muscular legs were completely encased by the rubber that was moving up their bodies, there was definitely one thing he noticed that was very much different...

His pupils... they were in the shape of glowing hearts.

How long had the alien influence corrupted him, Gorwyll wondered, but as he stared into them he found it hard to even focus on that. Everything he had been experiencing up to that point was suddenly magnified tenfold, and before he knew it he was taking a step forward into the thick ooze. He was so enthralled that he didn't even notice that the goo he had been attempting to avoid had already managed to collect around the soles of his scaled feet. The cause of it was likely the raven that was nowhere to be found, or the horse whose entire muzzle was completely coated in the strange substance that was pouring out of his equine muzzle and defying gravity to spread and coat it.

The dragon let out a growl as he attempted to push away the thoughts that were continuing to filter into his head, but as he fought a mental battle that he was quickly losing his focus had dropped away from the outside. The winds had picked up again, and with the black goo now surrounding his feet the creature was able to move around him. The horse's entire upper body had been covered by that point along with his face, his eyes disappearing underneath the rubber just like his companion. There was a difference between the two of them though, as the horse was still mostly upright even as his arms were brought to his sides and merged into the rubber-covered torso.

As Gorwyll managed to shake off the influence of the creature for a second a burst of wind hit him, causing the disoriented dragon to fall to all fours with a loud splat. As he looked down at his reflection he saw that the heart eye pupils he had were gone, but also immediately began to feel the strange, alien substance start to cover his legs and his fingers. But he was still on the edge of the pool, he realized, and even as tendrils of the substance had managed to snake their way up and were starting to eat away at his loincloth he glanced over and saw his sword still intact on the nearby grass. Though he doubted attacking it would do any measure of damage, as he slowly tried to crawl over to it he thought he could at least defend himself against the horse...

...whom he had lost track of.

In fending off the alien invasion of his mind he had only been focusing inward, and when he looked up he didn't see where Julius had gone. When the dragon looked to where Vic had been the only thing that was left was a tentacle that was writing around in the air, a slight beak-like protrusion on the tip of it that was still mutating. But hte main concern was the possessed horse, and as he heard a loud gurgling noise directly behind him he tried to turn back, only to have a heavy weight land on top of him with a splat. For a few brief seconds he could feel the muscular chest of the other man pressing against his back, but almost immediately it began to melt and ooze down his sides.

There was one thing that was still completely solid though, and as Gorwyll felt the tip of the mutated horse cock start to push between the thick scaled globes of his butt it caused him to gasp. It was already nudging past the ring of muscle, and with his own loincloth gone it exposed his own arousal. A tentacle of rubber was already starting to coil around his shaft, but even with the pleasure that was building in his groin and backside the dragon's focus was on the reflection in the rubber pool. As he tried to buck the creature off of him, which only served to sink more of his own body into it, he could see the goo-covered head of the horse thrashing back and forth as his blue-tinted tongue spilled out of his mouth and stretched unnaturally.

With Julius completely consumed by the fires of lust and whatever unnatural forces were in this goo, all Gorwyll could think about was trying to escape from his fate. It was increasingly hard for him to even think about it though, especially once he began to feel the thick equine member get oozed inside of him to spread open his insides. The feeling of the goo inside of him, stimulating his walls, had caused his already encased member to throb hard while more of the rubbery substance encased it. Gorwyll's head once more began to hang down as the powerful sensations flooded his system, though he could still see in the reflection that the horse above was continuing to mutate. At this point almost all of Julius' features had been completely erased, and as he let out another gurgling roar he saw muzzle flatten and split until it formed four petal-like appendages that lined the tentacle tip with the blue tendril flickering about within.

But once more Gorwyll's eyes were drawn back to his own face, watching as his pupils once more began to reshape and glow. The creature was reasserting itself, and as the head of the former warrior suddenly clamped down against the back of his head it caused his irises and the white of his eyes to glow with multiple hues as well. The dragon's jaws opened wide in shock as he could immediately feel the former tongue turned tentacle slathering around the back of his neck while the rubber flaps suctioned around the scales of his cheeks and jaws. The feeling of it had caused his entire back to arch, and as the tentacle continued to push harder against the back of his neck he could start to feel something happening to the encased scales.

Even though he couldn't see it happening, Gorwyll could sense that the affected parts of his body were starting to soften. Even with the manufactured esctasy that was being filtered into his mind he began to worry that he was about to meet the same fate of the two bounty hunters. He had seen the heart eyes and could feel the powerful alien entrenching itself into his mind, which was pushed even harder as he began to feel something pushing into the back of his neck. It was the tentacle... but as it began to wiggle into his skull it was not where his focus was.

The rest of the rubber of the horse had continued to spread around the sides of his body. When Gorwyll felt his form getting pulled back upright he attempted to steady himself, only to find at some point his arms had gotten glued to his sides by the sticky substance. Most of the horse's form was completely gone, instead the mass was being pushed over the dragon's from while the equine shaft, the only thing that was still relatively solid, continued to pump deeper into him. But even with it pumping hard into him the dragon could also feel that it was changing him, but yet this was not the same transformation as he saw the others succumbing too.

But it was hard for the dragon god to even focus on it, even as his washboard abs began to distend slightly all he could focus on was trying to keep some sense of his self and remaining solid. As the rubber coating his limbs began to fuse his arms and legs to the rest of his body, the enthralled creature suddenly let out a gurgle. All the goo that had been pumped into him was slowly pushing upwards, converting his insides as it was accompanied by a surge of powerful pleasure. Even as his draconic dick dripped with more of the rubbery substance, the only thing Gorwyll could focus on was the rubber that he could feel coating his mouth and transforming his insides.

Though he hadn't even realized it, Gorwyll had been keeping his maw clamped shut from the sheer amount of concentration that he had been attempting to funnel into resisting this corruption. But as the rubber inside his skull coated his brain and his pupils became entirely heart shape he found his jaw dropping, but instead of a gasp escaping past his lips he found it was several shiny tentacles instead. They made it impossible to speak, especially since he could feel that one of them slithering around his mouth was his tongue, but his mind was so soaked in pleasure that he couldn't even think straight. The only thing his mind could even focus on was the fact that his muzzle was starting to get covered in the same rubber, and that his normally thin, scaly lips were starting to plump out and swell while the shiny rubber covered them.

His hypnotic gaze drifted down to his mutating muzzle, unable to tear away from it as it continued to swell and grow. His lips were becoming so huge, and with the tentacles in his maw continuing to stroke and caress them it was causing even more pleasure to work its way into his mind. He wanted... he wanted to kiss someone, to spread this feeling of sheer euphoria that could only be felt in the conversion of others. There was something else that was also becoming an instinctive need, but even those thoughts were becoming scrambled as his hips humped forward.

There was no more need for Gorwyll to attempt and stave off what was happening to him; not only did his body and power prove to be sufficient enough to host this alien form, but the rubber of the small lake that had formed around the obsidian was being drawn towards him. As his body continued to wiggle back and forth it felt like he had turned into some sort of snake, and as his head swelled and his already featureless head morphed even more to become more bulbous. If he had looked down at himself in the reflection of the rubber being drawn into his body, he would have seen how radically altered his tentacular body had become, but even if he did he wouldn't have been able to recognize it.

There was only one thought that was permeating through his rubber-corrupted mind, and even though the instincts that were permeating the front of his mind were alien to them it was causing the dragon pleasure. More of the thick rubbery goo spilled out of his enlarged lips as his head continued to inflate, the rubber covering it allowing it to stretch and balloon out while his neck thickened to the point it became part of it. He had become mostly lips at this point, the rest of his body more like a snake with no eyes despite the ability to see as the alien presence in his mind continued to subsume his own psyche.

Once his head had been completely transformed the rest of his body was quickly following suit. Until that point the shiny substance that coated his entire body had held him like it was suctioned against his muscles, but as Gorwyll lost himself completely his form quickly followed suit. The rubber around him began to inflate and lose definition, especially around his maleness that was still completely erect. His mind was so saturated with pleasure that the former dragon felt like he was having a near constant orgasm, something that helped temper his thoughts towards the task at hand. With finally finding a strong host that could finally support them, the alien creature would move on to the next stage of his propagation.

But while Gorwyll wasn't completely lost, the big-lipped rubber tentacle creature that remained was more eldritch entity then the dragon god. All his power was put to purpose on a new task, to spread and corrupt anyone that he could get his tentacles on. There was no more need for such things that concerned him in the past, he was a completely new entity, reshaped and molded by the essence of the stone that was melting before his eyes. The task of that obsidian rock was complete, it had lured a creature here that would become a new branch of the terrifying scourge, and as foreign thoughts continued to flow into the dragon's mind he found that this wasn't the first time this had happened.

Though it was mostly flashes that were brighter then the lightning that still struck around the area, Gorwyll could see other entities being subjugated and converted. This thing would land on a world, spread its ooze, and eventually they would get someone that would create another of their kind to start the process of conversion. As more recent memories surfaced he saw the rock hitting the ground, the tar-like substance oozing out, and the first few that had been enticed by the lights. Those first ones were weak... but they provided the means to make more substance to eventually entrap, and while the two bounty hunters were much stronger, they could only create the tentacles that ensnare others.

Then came Gorwyll, and the alien creature finally got the body it needed.

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The storm had only lasted a few hours, but by the time the rain had finished the scintillating colors in the sky had died out and was replaced with only darkness. While that was quite a relief to those that were in the village, it had caused the draconic sabrewolf that was in the trees to merely smirk. He had tracked the two bounty hunters towards the grove, which he hoped they would manage to collect. Since he had no idea what was out there, the toothy hybrid figured he'd let either those two or the dragon deal with whatever might be defending such a sight, and then once they had their prize he would sweep in and steal it from them. It wasn't exactly the fairest way to fight, but it was better then wandering into some unknown situation and potentially getting taken out.

But that meant sitting in the rain for a few hours waiting for them to come out of the grove, but with storm having been blown past and the lights gone he worried that they had used the cover of the weather to escape unscathed. It was possible, but just as he thought about heading back to the tavern and potentially waiting to ambush them there, though it would be significantly more difficult if the clearing of the storm brought people to the inn. Just as he was about to pack up however, he heard something that caused his ears to perk up. Movement... and considering how loud it was, he could only guess that it was the bounty hunters as he quickly moved to get into position.

But while there was something large that was moving through the underbrush, it wasn't the equine... at least not the one that the draconic sabrewolf was expecting. Though the alien rubber creature was still completely solidifying, it had enough that it could start to make his way towards the town. It needed more, more to add to the entity that they had become, that Gorwyll was leading as his head slowly moved back and forth. It had been tough until the storm had passed, but with the rains passing it made it even easier for their shiny, impossibly slick form to move.

But just as they were about to leave the grove, however, Gorwyll detected something that caused his bulbous head to turn a bit. He could sense another was around; he didn't even have to see it in order to sense it's presence, and from the feeling whatever was there had started to get closer. Though he was looking forward to the mass conversion, having another like himself would make the entire process easier, and there was still the former avian bounty hunter that still needed a host to latch onto. Considering there was no one else, the corrupted creature knew that it was likely the roguish creature that had gone out of their way to stalk him.

Fortunately with the darkness brought about by the storm it was even harder for anyone relying on sight to track. No doubt the hybrid was using his sense of hearing to try and track him, and considering he was a large creature it wouldn't be hard. But Gorwyll needed no such thing to do the same, and he wanted the other creature to get close enough. As he felt the tentacle that was the other former bounty hunter start to wiggle in excitement they knew that this one would be the most important conversion, not only in terms of their stabilization and completion but also to keep the creature from escaping and telling others of their creation.

Once the alien creature had gotten to a small clearing Gorwyll stood completely still, the beige rubber skin similar to the scales of the former dragon unable to be seen in the lack of light. A few tips of his mouth tentacles began to push out past his large lips in anticipation as his otherwise featureless head continued to look around at his surroundings. Though it was a bit hard to tell at first, with the storm passing and the air becoming still he could start to see something that was moving around around him. Eventually he could see the outline of the creature slowly moving towards him, and eventually when it got close enough he turned his head and felt the slightest rustle of branches that was next to him.

In the next second there was a flurry of activity, Serathin jumping from one branch to another as his hand suddenly flashed out. Gorwyll felt something jab into the shiny flesh of his neck, and though he could feel the dart, there was nothing that was happening because of it. No doubt there was some sort of powerful paralyzing agent that was in it, and while it might have even taken down the dragon before, all it took was a simple flick of a smaller tentacle that allowed him to flick it away. Even though there was no effect the sound of the impact would have probably registered to the mostly blind draconic sabrewolf.

Once more Gorwyll stood completely still, he had already clocked the creature that was still maneuvering his way to try and figure out where the creature had gone. Since there was only one person he believed and the two bounty hunters couldn't keep their mouth shut, he guessed that the hybrid thought that he was probably the warrior. That was just fine with him, it likely meant that he would think he had just gotten one up as he tracked Serathin while he fell down to the ground. At this point the clouds were lightening enough for the moon light to start poking through, illuminating enough for those green eyes to see what was actually before him.

Gorwyll reared up his snake-like body, large lips smacking slightly as he saw his prey standing there before him with a shocked expression on his face. Though he was still a bit gooey he actually used it to his advantage, stretching out his alien form to ensnare the creature by the ankle before he had a chance to escape. This prey would have no chance of escaping, and though the draconic sabrewolf attempted to escape, he soon found himself being hoisted up in the air and flipped upside down. The loud gasp that came from the other creature was quickly truncated as the hybrid recovered, but as he reached into his cloak to grab several kunai that were stashed there he found his hands being yanked up in the air.

"No need for any of that," Gorwyll said, his voice sounding just as alien as his body felt as several more tendrils came up and ripped the cloak from the body of the restrained male. "You must be freezing, let's get rid of all those wet clothes." He could tell that Serathin was shocked at hearing the smooth, almost hypnotic tone that came from the otherwise monstrous creature that was before him, but when he attempted to struggle the tentacles held him in place. It didn't take long before every shred of cloth taken off of his body, leaving the purple and black fur of the creature before him completely bare and steaming slightly in the night air.

"What... what the hell are you," Serathin replied, breathing heavily after attempting to get out of the grip of those tentacles once more.

"Your future," Gorwyll replied. "And the future of all the creatures on this world. Now, you can either join us willingly and have some fun, or we can convert you into more goo and find someone else to take the position we want to give you."

Even though Gorwyll's mind had been completely conditioned by the alien psyche, even the former dragon was surprised at how he talked to the draconic sabrewolf. There was power, seduction, and the need to assimilate this creature that led through the tone. "I... don't really think I'm much in a position to argue," Serathin replied, his face twisted into a slight grimace in the position he was in. "Can you at least tell me who you used to be, so that I know who I'm about to join?"

"We are all those who had ventured out to find their fortune," Gorwyll replied as two tentacles began to push up from their main body, and as his head began to sway back and forth he began to see the head of the draconic sabrewolf do the same. With the initial adrenaline of the situation wearing off he could feel the same hypnotic power starting to filter into the mind of the other creature, seeing his body betray his arousal that was starting to suffuse through his form. "You will see soon enough, you are already succumbing..."

Though it looked like Serathin wanted to say more, his eyes were already starting to look like they were drooping. The powerful psychic tendrils that were coming from Gorwyll had started to burrow themselves into the other man's mind, and while the tentacle that used to be Vic was ready to take him, there was still a little more that the former dragon wanted to do. There was no real rush to get back to the village, and even though there was an initial fear and rebellion that came from the draconic sabrewolf he could sense this creature was no stranger to indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. That was just fine for the creature that Gorwyll had become, and as he slowly drew the other man closer he could smell the lust that was rolling off the other creature.

As mouth tentacles began to spill out past his rubbery lips, Serathin's eyes remained focused on the creature before him. The breathing of the hybrid was starting to quicken, but it suddenly turned into a gasp when the rubber tentacle had started to tease around his thighs. The amalgamation of dragon and alien was starting to sink to their own cloud of lusts, which he was just able to transfer into the creature hanging before him. This was his first prey, after all, and Gorwyll found an intense desire to savor it considering he had already gotten him in his clutches.

The rubbery appendage was easily able to slither around and caress the furry inner thighs, coiling a bit around his erection that was throbbing hard in the air of the night before dragging across his taint. Though it wouldn't be the same experience as the massive equine cock that he had taken earlier, he morphed it into something similar to really titillate the creature before him. By this point the creature was so enthralled that he was leaning forward while restrained by the ones that had coiled around his forearms. His legs twitched in the air as Gorwyll began to slide him open, and while this wasn't a necessary part of the procedure he wanted to make sure this one knew the powerful pleasure that came from this form.

Gorwyll's huge, rubbery lips curled up into a wide smile as he started to see the draconic sabrewolf squirming, his already erect cock leaking as the tentacle that had been teasing him began to push up into his tailhole. He could feel everything through this appendage, as well as the others including the much bigger tentacle that was coming up behind him. As the one that used to be Vic opened at the tip, a tentacle wiggling out of the opening while the petals stretched out and got ready to convert. Even Gorwyll was getting excited, especially as the green irises of the creature began to glow and constrict his pupils.

Even before the process had started like it had done with Growyll, the psychic energy was already starting to affect the hybrid. With the one tentacle spreading open the inner walls of the draconic sabrewolf it eventually tickled against his prostate. "I think it's time," Gorwyll said, his face continuing to move back and forth as it slowly moved closer to the gasping creature. "Vic has been rather patient, and so have I."

There were no more words that were coming from Serathin, and though he was still able to focus enough to look at the creature Gorwyll knew that his thoughts were practically scrambled through the thick haze of lust. He probably could have made the rogue cum without even touching his cock, but he wanted to make sure the other man would hold that intense feeling. In fact, he would make sure of it, and as the pupils of the draconic sabrewolf disappeared completely in the glowing green they widened even more as a second tentacle rose up and pushed against Serathin's throbbing cock. It didn't take long before Gorwyll had completely slathered it in the same rubber as what was leaking out of his tailhole, and as Vic positioned itself behind him the alien creature leaned in close to watch his first prey fully succumb.

Though the rogue had already been completely ensnared, he still wouldn't start to really transform until they had fully integrated. There was no need for pretense, and between the tentacle sliding up deeper into his tailhole and the thick rubber creating a thick bulge the hybrid was so stimulated he didn't even first notice what was happening behind him. It wasn't until the petals had latched onto the back of his head that Gorwyll finally felt the mind of Serathin, feeling the tentacle within the tentacle still pushing up against his neck. The faceless alien creature watched as the changes were already starting to take hold, the outstretched creature gasping as Vic's tendril assimilated the black fur and start to slide into his neck.

Yessss... Gorwyll hissed in pleasure as he saw the eyes of Serathin and saw them turn into green, glowing hearts. There was no more resistance in this creature, his body was his to mold and shape as he pleased. The rubber from the tentacle behind him had almost immediately started to coat the body of the creature just like Julius had done to him, the tentacle merging with the fur and spreading over his body. The alien material was quickly seeping into every cell of his body, and he could feel every inch of the creature he was taking over. What intoxicated both of them was the pleasure of the assimilation, especially when Gorwyll could see the skull of the draconic sabrewolf stretch and bulge from the tentacle inside of it as his brain was turned to goo.

It was something Gorwyll had desired more then anything else, the alien sensations of pleasure threatening to overwhelm what remained of his rational draconic self. As the rubber spread over the back of his head, tentacles wrapping around his horns with one of the rubber flaps slapped right on top of his forehead, and soon the drool escaping Serathin's lips became black and shiny. It was the final assimilation, the creature would make for a fine host just like he had, and as the shiny substance began to coat and stretch his muzzle Gorwyll leaned forward and pushed his lips against them. Even though he couldn't see them, Serathin's eyes were locked onto his as they radiated blue and green hues from the hearts his irises had become.

Just like with his own form, the rubber spread over the body of the hybrid, but this time the tentacle was more engulfing him then having it just cascade over his form. As the mouth tentacles of Gorwyll pushed into the growing maw of the creature he had captured he had his other tentacles pull the limbs of the other man together, feeling him humping into the air as more of the liquid rubber leaked out of him. Though having the rest of his body getting completely encased was intoxicating on its own, the sensation of that maw stretching and growing wider was so incredible it caused his entire body to shudder.

It didn't take long before Serathin's legs were pulled into the main body of the creature that Gorwyll had become, disappearing under the latex that was pushing out and coating him while the heavy kissing session continued. For the first few moments the maw of the big-lipped rubber head was comical and threatened to completely engulf the entire head of the other man, but as the hybrid's lips continued to plump out and the tentacles inside his mouth stretched him out it was quickly growing to accommodate. The feeling of corruption spreading over the lips of the other man was even better then anything they could have done, even the rubber of their bodies sliding over one another couldn't hold a candle to those thick lips pressing together. As soon as the tongue slid out of the transforming hybrid's maw Gorwyll could feel it extending and slipping deeper into him, it was quickly being joined by others that were growing out past his lips to mingle with his own.

There was no more need for them to share words, just like with all the others that had been absorbed, there was no more barriers between them anymore. The only difference for Serathin was that he would have a head of his own, just like the dragon that was the first one. As their bodies continued to fuse together the tentacle had completely merged with the draconic sabrewolf, green stripes over the black body as the rubber of the tentacle attached to his head finished spreading. Serathin's maw had already grew to a size similar to the huge mouth of the first head, and as Gorwyll watched the other man's heart eyes roll back they disappeared underneath the thick layer of shiny latex that cemented his transformation.

With the intense pleasure that Gorwyll had trapped inside the other creature, it didn't take much for the same alien psyche that had molded hi mind to do the same for the one he had just captured. As they finished Gorwyll pulled back and allowed the other head to get a few seconds to acclimate, seeing the bulbous nature of the other head stretching and bulging from the tentacles inside of it. There was a bit of shaking and writhing from the other head as the last of the fur was completely covered, and after feeling the pleasure in the other creature subside the second head hung down slightly. Gorwyll just continued to watch as it eventually curled up, the faceless head turning towards him with a big smile on his huge-lipped muzzle.

Once the new head had finished its integration, the alien rubber creature could feel the power flowing into their shared body. Though Vic was more in the background when he had melted into the tentacle that took the hybrid, the raven had imparted the magical talents onto the new head. Though the bird was mainly an elementalist, the raw power that could be channeled would be put to far better use. With the implementation of a second head it was more then just the drawing out of abilities of the creatures that he had assimilated, with each head that they were able to form, it would create a far more potent creature. Already their psionic abilities were capable of enthralling creatures like those that went out for one reason or another, and with two heads the alien hydra was ready to gain even more.

Back in the village, those that had turned in for the night remained so even after the storm had passed. That meant that there were very few that witnessed the lights disappearing from the night sky. For the tavern owner that was bringing in fresh barrels of mead after those two bounty hunters tapped the last one, it was a welcome sight. He had been hearing talk among the farm hands of starting to feel like they were being drawn in by those lights, and after those that decided to check it out never returned it was only fear that had kept the others from doing the same.

Even he had started to feel the draw towards it, but with it gone it meant that everyone could go back to their normal lives. The bounty hunters had more than made up for the rather slow night due to the storm, and while he was a bit concerned that none of the four that had ventured out were returning, it mattered little to him. Considering there was a larger settlement that was less than a day's ride from this place it was likely that they probably just went there with whatever spoils they found, he reasoned, or they were racing to the bounty hunter's guild to see who would claim the prize. At the very least that was what he hoped as he hoisted the empty barrel and brought it out to set at the side of the tavern.

As he put it down, the tavern master suddenly felt a chill go down his spine. He suddenly felt like he was being watched, but when he looked around in the darkness he didn't see anything. Since everything was soaked, however, there wasn't any fires that were lit that normally would have cast at least some light onto the fields below. As his eyes began to adjust to the dark, he thought he could see something that was potentially moving around in the distance.

The tavern master found himself swallowing hard, and as he slowly made his way towards the door he had left open he found himself freezing. As the clouds broke and a few stray beams of moonlight managed to break through, the man suddenly could see what had been lurking in the darkness. It had caused his jaw to drop at the sight of the monstrous creature, but as the two huge heads were slowly swaying back and forth through the air he found himself backing away until he felt the rough hewn wood of the wall pressing against his backside. Though he could have potentially attempted to make a run for the door, he found his body was completely unresponsive as the rather large creature made its way towards him.

The entity was unlike anything he had ever seen, or even heard of before. Being the owner of tavern brought some wild stories through his door, and though he had heard of many monsters, nothing was like what he saw slowly looming over him. "Don't be afraid," the beige rubber head said, his voice reverberating in his skull somehow despite it being little more than a whisper. "We're not here to harm you."

The mere words were almost enough to bring the man to his knees, and as Gorwyll watch his psyche already start to imprint on the tavern keeper he realized that the man was rather rugged looking. Since he had been so focused on finding the lights when he was a dragon, he had not appreciated this rather buff wolf. It was something that he knew he would never overlook again, and while it was a shame to lose such a handsome face, he knew that he would be part of something better. As he continued to watch he finally saw the wolf break out long enough to try and finally slide towards the door, only to be stopped by the second head that had slithered around to his side when he hadn't been looking.

Once he was sandwiched between the gaze of the two heads, the wolf's eyes already starting to alter slightly just from the effect of the mental pressure between them. It wasn't long before he was slowly letting out a moan, and as he did Gorwyll leaned forward and allowed his mouth tentacles to start slithering around the fur of the tavern keeper while Serathin had a few that slipped around the ears of the lupine. "Just relax and become part of us," Serathin whispered, the rubber slowly starting to transfer onto his head already as the two continued to lavish attention on him. "You may not be a head, but we'll find a place for you."

By this point the words were merely being spoken to keep the tavern keeper enthralled, the second that the rubber had started to spread over the grey fur of the other man he he was already theirs. The two thick set of lips began to press against him it was already causing his rather simple tunic to dissolve away, leaving his chest exposed before even more of thick shiny liquid was cascading down. Though he could see the eyes of the wolf were turning into hearts, they would not be becoming one of their heads as Serathin had said. But that didn't mean they couldn't have a bit of fun as they absorbed this creature into them, and as the two heads continued to converge on him it also caused their chest to press up against the nearly naked creature.

Even while they were taking the enthralled wolf, Gorwyll continued to think further beyond just this tavern keeper. They would take everyone in this town and grow even more formidable, and most would become like the one that was slowly sinking into their mass. He could see the look of pure euphoria that was on the lupine's muzzle, and even though he wouldn't be like them, his lips were still pushing out while the rubber overtook his face. It was the marking of any that would succumb to their power, and as he started to feel the squirming man getting pulled into their gooey form they could already start to feel the tendrils of thought from other places.

Suddenly there were sounds of doors opening and people starting to come out, and those that were closest to the tavern were suddenly overcome with a strange sense of bliss. They found themselves desiring to take off their clothing, and while those that were more strong-willed had managed to resist the urge and merely looked about in confusion, the more weak-willed quickly shed their garments. To those that were particularly quick they would find themselves standing at the tavern while completely naked, watching as their heart-eyed tavern keeper stared out of the body engulfing him with thick rubber lips.

But as the other farmers watched the tentacles of the wolf's mouth just started to push out before the goo of the lip hydra's body completely poured over him, rendering him little more then a protruding bulge in the middle of their body. Despite that, there were several that had already started to move towards them, the two heads gazing out over the growing crowd that was starting to gather around them. The village was already starting to fall, and by the time the sun had started to peak over the creature would move on from the empty buildings without a soul left behind.

As Gorwyll looked out at the group he wondered if any would join him and Serathin as their heads, but those thoughts were quickly awash in the pleasure of so many eager souls willing to join them. Already perverse images began to dance about in their minds, not of a singular rubber creature, but of an entire world where their heads would sprout like flowers in the middle of a meadow. They would take over this world, just like they had taken over so many others, becoming the dominant species and eventually becoming only big-lipped hydra creatures. Just the very thought of it sent shivers down their shared form, and by the time he had regained his composure over the haze of lust he saw that one of the farmers was being pinned to the wall by Serathin's head as attention was lavished over him.

Fortunately there were plenty more that they would have to work with, and as Gorwyll surveyed all those that were beginning to stare at him in reverence, hearts forming in their eyes, a huge smile formed over his even bigger face...