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Tabraxis sat in the audience as the closing ceremonies of the conference wrapped up. Overall, it had been a good experience, and a break from the monotony of the office for sure. He had also snagged some pretty decent swag from the event. He clapped along with the rest of the hall at the end of the closing speech then got up from his chair and flicked his tail. People still milled about in the conference center even though the event was now officially over, but after three days Tabraxis was ready to leave the convention center. He followed the flow of people out the main doors and onto the late afternoon sun.

It was Friday, so Tabraxis didn’t have to worry about work the next day. He walked down the street in roughly the direction of his apartment but stopped at a small bar. They were open, but not crowded just yet as he beat the five o'clock rush from the local businesses. The sergal sat down on an empty stool and ordered a gin and tonic along with a glass of ice water. After receiving his drink he quietly sipped it and let himself relax.

Neston opened the door to the bar. He was a fixture here every Friday afternoon. Normally he would be here with a couple of work friends, but he managed to wiggle his way out of a last minute meeting and had slipped out a few minutes early. Since he was by himself it also meant he could look for companionship for the evening along with a few drinks. As he scanned the bar discreetly, his eyes settled on a new face.

A sergal was at the bar. He had a reddish brown mane and ears, and what looked to be black fur on his muzzle and neck, and he assumed it continued down under his shirt. The sergal’s striking red eyes were focused on the TV over the bar as he sipped his drink. Neston was immediately attracted to the male, he was a sucker for those colors in a partner’s fur, and he looked pretty cute to boot. He quickly brushed down the fur on his face and muzzle, before taking the seat at the bar next to the sergal. He ordered a beer and did his best to observe the stranger without getting caught.

Tabraxis had, of course, noticed the fox-wolf who sat beside him at the bar, it would have been hard not to give the striking patterns of gray and orange fur he received from his mixed heritage. But he was more interested in turning his attention to his phone. Tabraxis politely ignored the male sitting next to him as he flicked through his feed. Neston waited until he had his beer and took a sip before striking up conversation.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, are you in town for the conference?”

“Oh, ah, yeah, sort of.” Tabraxis flipped his phone over face down and turned towards the stranger. “I was here for the conference, but I’m still a local. I just work on the other side of town, so this isn’t my usual stomping ground.”

“Ah, I see,” he nodded, “did your work spring for a hotel for you, or did they just have you commute?”

“It was honestly just easier to commute, it wasn’t that far and at least I was going to sleep in my own bed every night. I did still get a per diem for food though.”

“Oh nice, nothing like a free lunch.”

“That and a change of scenery from the office.” Tabraxis smiled before sipping his drink.

“You’re lucky, they never send us to conferences, retreats, or even off-site training. They do throw a nice holiday party though, I’ll give them that.”

“It’s too early in the year to bring up the holidays.” Tabraxis smirked before finishing his drink. “I’m Tabraxis, by the way.” he offered his hand.

“Neston,” he took it immediately and gave a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, Tabraxis. Is that a gin and tonic you’re drinking?”

“Yes, nothing fancy.”

“It’s a classic, here, let me get you another one.”

“You don’t have too.”

“Nonsense, I started the conversation, it’s only polite.”

Tabraxis shook his head. “I think you and I were raised with different definitions of politeness.”

Neston still ordered the drink with a smile on his muzzle. Tabraxis sighed, but accepted the drink gratefully.

“Thank you.” He said as he picked up the fresh cocktail.

“My pleasure. So, do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“Sleeping in for starters.” Tabraxis shared a chuckle with the fox-wolf. “Other than that, probably just some light cleaning and then killing time until it’s time to get ready to work again on Monday.”

“Just a boring old weekend at home then?”

The sergal shrugged. “The conference might have been a break from the office, but at the same time it’s meant longer hours for the past three days.”

“Ooof, I didn't think of it that way. No wonder you want to just chill for the weekend.”

“What about you, any plans?”

“Nothing concrete, but I’m hoping something interesting will work out.” Neston hid his slight smirk behind his glass before taking a long drink.

“Good luck with that.”

Neston shifted a little closer to the other male, not close enough that they were brushing against each other, but it was a step. Tabraxis was completely oblivious to it, as far as he understood he was just enjoying a drink and some conversation. When Neston finished his beer, the sergal quickly returned the gestured and ordered him another draft.

“Thanks.”

The sergal shrugged. “Fair is fair.”

“Here’s to that.” Neston smiled as he offered a toast.

It was silly, but Tabraxis humored him and tapped his glass against his.

As they drank and chatted, the bar started to fill with patrons. Normally Tabraxis would have felt uncomfortable in such a crowded bar, but the conversation with his new friend was keeping him grounded. Eventually after several drinks and a full glass of icewater, Tabraxis found himself needing to use the restroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save your seat. Neston said, giving the sergal a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

As Tabraxis walked away, the fox-wolf watched, licking his lips slightly as he watched the long tail sway.

“Hey! Neston!” Jeremy, a coworker, called out, “How the hell did you slip out of that meeting?”

He turned on the stool to face Jeremy, “Avoiding end of day meetings on a Friday is just one of my many skills.”

They both started to laugh. Distracted by his coworker, Neston didn’t notice the male in a dark suit and overcoat approach the bar. He dropped something into the latest round of drinks without anyone at the bar noticing before slipping away back into the crowd of bar patrons. Neston could see Tabraxis making his way back from the restrooms and politely ended his conversation with Jeremy. The Sergal sat back down on the stool and reached for his drink.

“I probably should stop after this one, after all I need to make it all the way home to my own bathroom.”

“What do you think alleyways are for?”

“Gross. That’s for drunk college kids.”

“And drunk businessmen.”

Neston started to laugh and Tabraxis couldn’t help joining in. Neither noticed anything off with their drinks. They sipped them as they picked up the threads of their conversation.

Tabraxis had stopped in the bar to just have a drink and decompress, he hadn’t planned on staying this long, or having so many cocktails, but he didn’t regret it, maybe in the morning but not currently. Neston was a little disappointed that all of his attempts at flirting seemed to have no effect. He had flirted with straight guys before and they usually figured it out and shut him down real quick, but Tabraxis just didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge it one way or another. It was simultaneously both cute and frustrating to Neston.

“It was great talking with you, but I need to get home, eat something and pass out.”

“Yeah, got to get a head start on the sleeping-in thing.” Neston chuckled. “I think I need some food too, I’ll walk out with you.”

They settled the tab and left the bar for the front door. From a table in a shadowy corner, the male in black watched them both leave and quickly sent a text.

The sun had set and the sky was rapidly darkening from twilight to night. A cool breeze whipped through the concrete corridor the highrise buildings created, but the booze in their bloodstreams kept them from really feeling a chill. Just as they were about to part ways, Tabraxis felt a little unwell. He clutched his gut. It didn’t feel like he was about to vomit, but something was wrong. Neston noticed immediately.

“Are you, ok?”

“I’ll be fine.” Tabraxis straightened back up and put on a smile.

“Do you have a long walk?”

“Ehhh, a bit. It’s fine, I could use the exercise.”

“You don’t look like you need exercise. My apartment is only about a five minute walk from here. You could crash on my couch and in the morning I could give you a lift back to your place.”

Tabraxis shook his head. “I wouldn’t want to impose."

“Oh please, I’m offering my couch, not my bed.” he let out a long yawn. “Besides, I’m feeling like calling it an early night myself.

Tabraxis stood there, weighing his options. He didn’t like the idea of walking all the way back home as he felt right now.

“Maybe I’ll stop by for a bit, see if I get better.”

“Yeah, sure.” Neston sighed a bit in relief. He didn’t buy for one second that the sergal would be leaving before morning. “Follow me, my place if just up this way.”

As they walked, Neston started to feel progressively worse.

Man, what is with me? I didn’t drink that much. Just as well I didn’t talk Tabraxis into my bed, I’m in no condition for sex right now. I don’t even think I could eat dinner at this point.

It took longer than five minutes because both males were dragging their feet. Neston perked up a little bit when they reached the front door of his building.

“Alright, we’re almost there, just a bit further.” he said as he let them into the foyer.

Tabraxis just grunted in response.

There was no way I was making it home like this. The sergal thought as he was helped into the elevator. And Neston doesn’t look much better. God, I hope I can sleep this off tonight, I don’t want to spend my weekend being sick.

Tabraxis and Neston were supporting each other as they walked the short distance down the hall to the apartment. After fumbling with his keys Neston managed to get the door open. Tabraxis didn’t have time to take in any of the details of the room. His eyes locked on the couch and he stumbled his way to it, collapsing onto the slightly worn cushions. Neston suppressed a laugh at the situation, and went over to the couch. The sergal was already mostly passed out by that point so he just pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered his guest before heading off to his bedroom.

The fox-wolf stripped off his clothes as he walked from the bedroom door to his bed. He couldn’t care less about the mess, he would worry about it in the morning. He dropped his pants and shorts together at the side of his bed, sitting down to finish kicking them off. He let out a long wide mouth yawn before laying down on his bed and pulling the covers over his nude body.

Things were quiet in the apartment that Friday evening as the pair of males slept off whatever had hit them. In the dark living room Tabraxis slept, but not calmly. He tossed and turned on the couch. His legs twitched and kicked as he snored. As midnight rolled around he seemed to finally calm, but there were strange things happening under the blanket. The silhouette of his legs seemed to melt away in the moonlight. Then with a start Tabraxis woke up.

“So cold…” He shivered, pulling the blanket tighter against his neck, but it didn’t seem to do anything to warm his body.“Fuck, I can’t even feel my legs. I must have laid on them wrong.

Still shivering, Tabraxis tried to get up, but everything felt wrong. He tried to swing his legs off the couch, and instead he fell off onto the floor

“Ow! What the…” His eyes went wide as he looked down below his waist.

His legs were gone. Below his waist all that remained was his tail, only it wasn’t the tail he woke up with the previous morning. It was thick, muscular, and covered in dark scales. The scales went all the way up his abdomen, leaving only his upper chest, arms, and head covered in fur. Even though scales had replaced his fur, in the dim light he could see he retained the same color and pattern he had before his surprise transformation. Tabraxis looked more like a naga out of a fantasy book than a sergal now. He checked his teeth, but there were no venomous fangs to be found. Wrapped up in the blankets were the torn remnants of his clothing, apparently not even his shirt had survived.

“I got to be dreaming…” He whispered. There’s no way this can be real…and why am I so damned cold? He wrapped his arms around his chest, but his body had shifted to be far more cold blooded than it used to be.

Tabraxis shivered, lost about what he should do, but then he started to sense something. It wasn’t a sound or a scent, instead it was a new kind of sensation that drew his attention. Someplace had heat, someplace was warm. Without even thinking, Tabraxis raised himself up onto his snake body and he started to slither across the laminate flooring towards the hot spot. In a short while Tabraxis was ‘standing’ at the door to Neston’s bedroom.

What am I doing? I can’t go in there, especially like this!

Tabraxis ‘ mind raced but ultimately he couldn’t help himself, he needed to find someplace warm. Very slowly he turned the knob and opened the door. There was enough ambient light from the various LEDs on Neston’s computer rig that sergal-naga could make out roughly where everything was. His new heat sensing sense homed in on the sleeping fox-wolf, and the huge amount of warmth under the covers.

Tabraxis swallowed hard before closing the door quietly and slithering up to the bed. Even just being this close to Neston he could feel the wonderful warmth radiating from him. He pulled up one end of the covers and quickly slithered underneath. He let out a sigh, the feeling of the warm bed against his scales was almost orgasmic. He originally planned just to sleep next to his host, but before he knew it he was curling his long tail around Neston and spooning up tightly behind him.

Neston didn’t wake up, but did snuggle back against the cool naga. Tabraxis relaxed as the heat warmed his body and his eyes grew heavy. Before long he was snoring in time with Neston

As they slept, there were subtle movements under the covers, but neither one roused in the slightest. As the night wore on, Tabraxis slipped fully under the covers and pulled in tighter against Neston. The night faded into the early morning. Under the covers a large lump moved slightly with rhythmic breathing, but otherwise was still. At least until half past seven when the alarm on Neston’s phone started to go off.

From under the covers a hand reached out and reached for the phone to silence the alarm. Neston groaned, still groggy and half asleep. But something caught his attention through his blurry eyes. He blinked hard several times then stared at the object. It looked like the tip of some kind of tail laying on his pillow far closer to his face than was comfortable. He tensed in surprise and the tail slipped quickly down under the covers.

“Holy fuck! A snake!” He cried out as he whipped back the covers.

He expected to see a snake coiled and ready to strike. What he saw instead was far more confusing and possibly more terrifying. There was the long coiled tail of a snake, but it was attached to his body, or more precisely it was his body, at least from below the waist. As he looked at the black and reddish-brown scales they looked out of place with the gray, orange and white fur of his head and arms. It reminded him slightly of Tabraxis’ coloring, but he was more focussed on the lack of legs below his waist.

“What the…Where are my legs? What the hell is happening?”

All the shouting woke up Tabraxis. He was finally warm and comfortable, this is not how he wanted to start his day. He pushed himself out from what he thought at first were bed sheets tightly wrapped around his body. As soon as the morning light hit his eyes, he realized something was very wrong, even more so than before.

Neston let out a slight groan as he felt the stirrings of an erection. Looking down below his waist he noticed the genital slit part and a bright pink cock started to poke out, only it wasn’t what he had gone to bed with, or even a regular snake hemipenis. It was large, very large, and bright pink, but it was shaped like a miniature sculpture of a sergal. Then it turned to look at him face to face and they both let out a scream.

“Why are you…there? Where’s my cock?”

“Why am I stuck on you? Oh god, I thought last night was a dream but this is worse! How could you do this to me!”

“Wait, why are you blaming me for all of this?”

“You invited me over, it’s your apartment, and I’m the one stuck being the cock!” Tabraxis slapped his chest and both of them felt the impact.

“Wait, how did you even get in here? I left you on the couch last night.”

“Ahh…”

Tabraxis started to blush, making his entire head start to turn a purplish red color. This sent another tingle up Neston’s spine, but he ignored it to press the issue.

“I certainly didn’t drag you into my bed last night, let alone caused any of this.” he motioned at Tabraxis and the rest of his snake-like body.

“Alright, fine, I guess it wasn’t a dream.”

“What wasn’t a dream?”

“I woke up freezing on the couch, and I looked kind of like how you do right now, though as far as I knew my cock wasn’t sapient. I sought out warmth on an instinctual level and well…”

“Well?” Neston crossed his arms.

“I found my way to your bed and crawled, or I guess slithered in next to you.”

“So, this is your fault then.

“Hey, all I did was get comfortable, I didn’t try to, to, what do you even call this?”

“The fuck if I know.” He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned. It was partly from the situation, and partly from the fact that his cock was technically hard. “Shit, I actually wanted you in my bed last night before we started getting sick.”

“Wait,” Tabraxis blinked several times, “what?”

“I was hitting on you all evening at the bar.” Neston crossed his arms over his chest. “It was pretty obvious.”

“You were?” The sergal-cock looked down. “I thought you were just being friendly.”

The fox-wolf shook his head. “You don’t exactly pick up people by being mean or rude.”

“I just…I didn’t realize what was going on. It didn’t even occur to me that you are gay.”

“Bi, actually.” Neston corrected.

“Oh, sorry.” Tabraxis blushed slightly again. “I’m not good with these kinds of things. It's easy for me to miss these things because, well, I’m an ace.”

“Ace? Do you mean asexual?”

Tabraxis couldn’t find the words so he just nodded.

Neston sighed. “Well, at least you weren’t straight.”

“I don’t think that makes any difference, I still wouldn’t have slept with you.” He instantly saw the expression on Neston’s face. “I meant sex, that didn’t count!”

“It counted for something.” He sighed. “So you woke up in the middle of the night as a…what do you call this? A snake-taur?

“I, I mean, we kind of look like a naga, you know, apart from the talking cock part. But yes,” He turned and looked down at the snake body and tail. “The scales even remind me of my fur pattern, in color at least.”

“So, I have a strange question.”

“Like either of us have normal questions at this point.”

“Can you, ah, feel me?”

“What, like this?” He reached down and patted the scales around his base..

“I mean can you feel what I’m feeling, physically, so if I do this,” he slapped his chest a few times, “Can you sense it?”

“I can feel the vibrations through your, or is it our body, but not the actual hit. How about you?” he did the same thing.

Neston bit his lip. “Ye-yeah I can feel it, and you’re, ah how do I put this, sensitive.”

Tabraxis immediately stuck his arms straight out in a t-pose. “Oh my god!”

“I mean, you are in essence a sergal shaped dick.”

“Fucking hell!”

“I need some coffee before I deal with this any further.”

Neston tried to get out of his bed, but he was used to a pair of legs, not a serpentine body. As he flopped around on the bed trying to figure things out, Tabraxis found his body being brushed and rubbed against the still warm sheets. The resulting tingles were felt by them both.

“P-please…just stop!” Tabraxis squeaked. “Oh god, my body is getting stiffer, I can barely move!”

Neston stopped moving. At this point he couldn’t ignore the sensations any more. The fox-wolf reached down and wrapped his hand around Tabraxis and slowly pumped the small body.

“N-no this is worse! I…Oh god!”

Tabraxis shivered in the grip as Neston bit his lip. He continued to stroke the sergal-shaped cock, picking up speed as he went. Both halves were keenly aware of the building orgasm. Tabraxis was frozen in place, his head looking straight up with his mouth open in a constant moan. His entire being quaked with pleasure as they were both pushed over the edge.

The cum erupted out of Tabraxis’ mouth, but he was too ecstatic to even realize it. Neston was more aware as the thick hot ropes of cum arced over the bed and hit the floor with heavy splatting sounds.

“F-fuck…what a mess…” Neston sighed as he flopped back on the bed.

Tabraxis coughed out the last few dribbles of cum as his body became less rigid. He wiped the last bit from his mouth before turning as best he could to face his conjoined partner.

“You just can’t do that!”

“Didn’t you enjoy it too?”

“That’s not the point, you need permission to, to…”

“Jerk you off?”

“Well, yeah!”

“Fine, I’ll ask next time.” He pushed himself back up into a roughly sitting position. “Ok, let’s try this again.”

Tabraxis let out a sigh. “Don’t think about it too much, just let your body move on its own.”

Neston managed to roll off his bed without getting them turned on this time. Once he was on the floor, he found his partner’s advice useful, just feeling out the movement rather than thinking about how to slither across the floor. The first thing he did was clean up the mess with an old t-shirt. Tabraxis shrank back down into Neston’s body, leaving just his head poking out so he could see what was going on.

“Are you comfy in there?” Neston asked as he tossed the shirt into a trash bin.

“Actually, yes. And this way I can’t just get, ah…stimulated by accident."

“Good, because next stop is the shower, I think I need a long hot one after all of this.”

“Just be careful where you scrub.”

Neston couldn’t help chuckling at that. It took some work to get his entire tail into the shower enclosure, but he managed. The cold water was unavoidable, so he just had to bear it until it warmed up. Once the hot water was running over his scales he sighed deeply.

“I think I’m going to have to turn up the heat in the apartment.” He said as he squirted shampoo into his hand.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that.” Tabraxis slipped back out to enjoy the hot shower fully. “Though you are at least warm enough inside.”

“Not the first time I got that complement, though the last time it was from the guy behind me”

Tabraxis made a disgusted face. “Gross.”

“Not if you do it right.” Neston smirked.

“Please, I don’t want to know.”

Neston laughed and continued his shower. He did his best to wash his long body, but left Tabraxis to take care of himself. The sergal cock managed to do so without causing an incident. They remained under the spray until the hot water ran out. It took several towels to dry off, and once done he slipped a heavy robe over his shoulders. He left it unbelted, however, so Tabraxis could have a view.

“So,” Tabraxis settled back mostly into the slit, “what the hell do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” Neston shrugged, “call off work?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Do you really think this is going to clear up by Sunday night?”

“You have a point.” Tabraxis sighed, “Can you get my phone for me?”

“Sure, I hope you don’t have it set up for fingerprint unlock.”

Neston held the phone as Tabraxis composed an email with his tiny hands. He looked away, because it was just too surreal to watch.

This is going to be a weird day. He thought to himself.

***

The day was, indeed, weird as they tried their best to figure out how their conjoined body worked. By the time evening was rolling around, the ordeal had left both of them feeling exhausted. Neston slithered up to the couch and now with more practice and control over their body he managed to climb up and curl up his long body. He pulled the blanket down over his coiled tail, but made sure Tabraxis still had a view of the TV on the opposite wall. Once he was settled in he reached for the remote. Tabraxis slid out and grabbed a corner of the blanket, wrapping it around his body.

“So that’s your plan for the evening? Webfilmz and chill?” The sergal-cock asked.

“Can you think of something else we can do right now besides binge watching some shows?” He responded as he navigated through the menus.

“I think I could still work a controller, maybe not well enough for an FPS game, but still.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a gamer. I think I still have my old system from my university days tucked away in my closet.”

“I’m not much of a retro gamer, and besides you’re already settled down on the couch, don’t worry about it.”

“Tell you what, you can pick the next show we watch.”

***

Just outside the apartment, a dark car with tinted windows was parked. In the back seat a shadowy figure glanced over to the building before turning back to the tablet in his hands. Streaming onto the device was a feed from cameras hidden inside the apartment. He watched the pair as they watched trash TV. Keeping one eye on the feed he picked up his phone from the seat and dialed a number.

“Yes, it’s me, reporting in. The test is proceeding as planned with our subjects…No, they have made no moves to leave the apartment as of yet…Understood, I will keep them under surveillance for now.”

With that he ended the call. He leaned forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder. Without any words exchanged the driver started the car and pulled away while the figure continued to watch the feed from the apartment.

This is just the beginning. He thought as a small grin spread across his muzzle.

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