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Jacen stared up at the shattered ruins on the wooded hill and sighed to himself. Despite the obvious disrepair of the place, it didn't feel threatening to him. But the local townsfolk insisted that the place was the lair of an extremely dangerous creature.

The fox's nose twitched as he continued his inspection. Beside him, his partner Raygan the white tiger twirled his battle axe in boredom. The warrior feline didn't understand what the canine ranger was looking for. The two where here to do a job, so why didn't they just get to it? Jacen could feel the tiger's impatience but did not stop his study.

"Why don't we just get this over with?" Raygan hefted his axe onto his shoulder. "We know it's up there."

"Patience," Jacen replied. "I'm not sure how I feel about this."

"What's there to feel about? We go in and kill the thing and get paid."

"If it was that easy," the fox sniffed. "They wouldn't need professional help."

Raygan huffed and finally stepped off the road and into the woods to sit down with his back to a tree while he waited for the fox ranger to complete his inspection. Jacen shook his head and resumed looking at the ruins, only moving his eyes and ears. Somehow he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this.

The job itself was simple: according to the villagers of the local town, some sort of monster with scales (dragon, naga, some other form of lizard- the accounts varied) had been seen prowling around the ruins and they wanted it gone. Enter the fox and the tiger, who made their living as hunters. Raygan, who preferred direct action, wanted to charge right in and finish the job as soon as possible. But to the fox ranger, something smelled off about the whole affair- he just couldn't get a claw on it. After another moment, Jacen finally just shrugged and pulled his fitted hood over his pointed ears and waved to his companion that he was ready to move into the old town.

From up in the ruins a pair of golden, reptilian eyes watched the mammals as they entered.

A few hours later, Raygan was ready to give up. In all the half collapsed houses, shops, and the old fort they had found nothing. The tiger had begun to wonder if the "dangerous" monster hadn't just been the product of the locals' imagination and the trees reclaiming the place. But Jacen, in a complete reversal of his stance earlier, was sure that something was here.

"I never said there wasn't something here," he claimed when Raygan called him out on his hypocrisy.

"Yeah," the tiger snorted. "Just like you claimed that you wouldn't knot me in that tavern last week."

"I said I wouldn't knot you," Jacen replied. "Then some drunk and very insistent tiger told me that if I didn't, he was going to rip my tail off and use it as a scarf."

"I have no memory of this," Raygan looked into yet another open doorway. As with all the others there was nothing inside but ivy and debris.

The fox snorted and crouched down to look at the ground. Finally, he found what he'd been looking for: a series of indentations in the ground. He sniffed the ground- if there was any scent it was gone. But there was a definite trail, leading towards a nearby cave. The fox let out a low howl which brought Raygan running to his position. Together, the two set out into the cave.

The trail led to the back of the cave into a small unlit passage that almost looked like a corridor. This impression was strengthened by the wooden door at the end of the corridor. The pair paused for a moment, the only sound coming from the other side was the crackling of flames. They nodded to each other.

Jacen kicked the door open and slid quickly inside, bow drawn with Raygan right behind him. The fox swept around the room, his eyes taking in everything. But he couldn't find any sign of what he was looking for. The room was well furnished with woven rugs on the floor, a fire was burning in the pit, and a multitude of gold and other valuable items lining the wall and floor. Directly across the large room was another door, but the lock was on the side facing them. The fox was only slightly surprised to see how well kept this subterranean chamber was compared to the ruins above. Raygan was already moving to study the treasures along the wall. The fox was much more cautious in his approach, padding quietly towards the fire as his eyes continued to sweep the room. Nothing.

"Well at least this 'monster' has good taste," Raygan called over his shoulder. "They certainly aren't hurting for funding."

"Indeed," Jacen said, studying the fire. "Which makes you wonder why the locals were so keen on us coming up here to deal with it. From what I have seen, it wouldn't have any cause to bother them in the first place."

"Yesss," a voice hissed from the door they had entered, prompting the two hunters to spin towards it, weapons in paw. "But you know how localss are. Always so ready to destroy what they do not understand."

Emerging from doorway was a naga: a muscular snake with black and red scales. Its upper body and arms were heavily muscled, with a cobra like hood along its neck. Its slit pupiled eyes were a gold that almost glowed compared to the dark colors of its scales. It pulled itself fully up as it passed through the door, revealing that it was a good foot taller than Raygan. Behind it, the rest of its long serpentine body disappeared into the shadows.

"That has been known to happen," Jacen conceded to the new arrival, but neither fox nor tiger lowered their weapons. Instead, they both moved slowly to flank the naga. "But it has also been known to have some merit."

"Well, then allow me to dispel some of those notions and welcome you to my abode," the naga bowed almost to the floor. "I am Tristam (or at least that was the name given me by the furs) and I am the lord of this village."

"You probably should have splurged a little more on upkeep," Raygan snorted.

"The ruins?" Tristam cocked his head. "Yes, perhaps. But when the war drove most of the furs away, there was no one besides me to maintain them."

"Unfortunate," Jacen replied. His eyes continued to move up and down the naga. He couldn't see any signs that Tristam was lying. It fit with the mosaics and carvings he had seen in the ruins above- a town of furs watched over by a naga ruling family. And while the fox was no critic, he had seen no signs of coercion in the art. "However, the new locals seem to not desire your presence."

"That is a shame," the naga sighed. "I have done nothing to earn their ire. I rarely leave the old town."

Jacen didn't reply to that but continued to study the naga. He hadn't personally had any dealings with nagas, but had heard many stories. While the negative stories outnumbered the positive, those positive stories were frequent enough that the fox couldn't casually dismiss the naga's claims. Raygan snorted and continued to move to try and flank Tristam. The fox continued to study the snake and finally decided on a course of action: from what the ranger had seen, this was a misunderstanding- the naga had done nothing to deserve death.

"I tend to agree," Jacen lowered his bow slightly. "Perhaps we could assist you. Escort you to a new home."

"Oh I am sure you can assist," the naga hissed as he fully slithered into the room.

Before either of the furs could say anything, the naga moved. Faster than lightning, Tristam zoomed in front of Raygan and locked eyes with the white tiger before whirling on the fox. Jacen didn't manage to avoid his gaze, but tried to raise his bow. Suddenly, the fox found he couldn't move at all. The naga kept his seemingly glowing eyes locked on the fox's.

"A beautifully strong will," the naga said as he kept Jacen's gaze. "I will be back for you."

With that Tristam vanished from in front of him, and returned his attention to Raygan. The fox could only watch as the naga returned his glowing gaze to the entranced feline and began to run his claws over him. Jacen heard the tiger moan and the spicy scent of tiger arousal filled the air.

"Lovely," the cobra hissed as he moved from in front of Raygan. The tiger had dropped his axe and had stripped naked. He lay on his back, a glassy look in his eyes, as he held his legs up and exposed his tail hole to the naga. The sight, combined with the scent, caused a stirring in the frozen fox's own loins. Though he couldn't see because the tiger's striped leg was in the way, Jacen knew that the feline's barbed shaft had slipped from his sheath as the naga lowered his hooded head between the white tiger's legs and flicked his forked tongue over Raygan's tail hole.

"Interesting," Tristam breathed as he looked up at the mesmerized fox. "You've been here before. I wonder. Drop it."

Instantly Jacen's bow fell from his paw and clattered on the floor. The naga flashed his teeth, and ran his claws over the white tiger's muscular frame. Raygan moaned appreciatively, and the smell of his arousal grew thicker in the air. Tristam whispered something to the tiger that the fox couldn't quite hear before he slithered over to Jacen. The fox tried to jerk away from the naga, but his muscles refused to do more than twitch before the cobra locked eyes with the fox and his body froze entirely.

"A will this strong it a beautiful thing," Tristam said in a tone that was oddly soothing. "You can keep it, but you must give me what I want... You wanted to help me after all."

It seemed like a good idea, but some part of the fox's mind rejected it: this wasn't what he'd meant when he said he'd help the naga. As he struggled Jacen suddenly saw in the cobra's eyes an image of Raygan on his knees, his eyes blank, and his tongue lolling out of his muzzle in pleasure as he stroked himself in bliss. The sounds of the tiger moaning added to the unspoken promise that he could know such pleasure himself if Jacen would only help the naga. It felt right, but Jacen couldn't move.

Suddenly the fox became aware that his chest piece was being removed, leaving his ruddy orange and cream fur on full display. Tristam dropped Jacen's armor to the ground and ran his claw over the fox's chest. Then he pressed his snout into the fox's ears, sending shudders through the canine.

"It's alright," Tristam hissed gently. "We'll just give you a little help relaxing."

A sharp shooting pain blossomed briefly in his shoulder, followed by a warm numbing sensation that spread throughout his body. After a moment, the numbness spread to Jacen's mind. His thoughts slowed, and he felt his muzzle droop open and his tongue loll out of it. Jacen moaned as his shaft began to slip out of sheath as the sensuality of his situation finally dawned on him; the woody scent of fox arousal filled the air.

"Ah, there we are. I thought you might like that my dear." Tristam flicked his tongue against the fox's nose. "See how much better it is to just relax and let your mind turn off while you help your naga?"

It did sound like a reasonable idea. Just to not think and aid the naga, wasn't that why he'd come in the first place? He tried to remember anything different, but as the warmth continued to spread through him it just became easier to not think and listen to the voice of the naga instead. The warmth briefly faded, and he felt cold air on his erect shaft.

"Ssomeone likes this," the voice hissed and Jacen felt the touch of a scaly claw on his erection. He moaned in gratitude. The claw stroked him before cradling his balls. "Lovely. Now bend over."

That sounded like the best idea ever and before his fuzzy mind could process it, his body had already moved to one of the benches in the room and put his rump in the air. It was natural for him to do this the whispering voice said, and there was a moan of agreement. Jacen lifted his fluffy tail, and a moment later felt warm air and something else flick across his sensitive tail hole. He groaned as his shaft jerked in appreciation, a small bead of pre emerging from the tip.

"Excellent," the voice came again. "You both have enjoyed each other. That makes things so much easier."

Jacen's cloudy mind took a moment to remember that he had a companion, Raygan, who had indeed enjoyed on many occasions and had given himself too. He sighed in contentment at the thought of this pleasing the voice. The voice that belonged to a naga. Nagas needed aid, it whispered. He wanted to help the naga. Help the naga. Furs aided nagas. The best way to aid a naga was to... serve it. Serve the naga. Help by serving. Furs served naga.

"Furs serve naga," a different voice repeated. "Furs serve naga."

A small, fading part of Jacen's mind rejected that thought, but he couldn't remember why. It did seem to the fox be the natural thing. He wanted to aid the naga, and the best way to aid a naga was to serve him. The battle in the fox's mind went on for a moment, until the beautiful golden eyes appeared in his vision again. Then his mind cleared.

"Furs serve naga," Jacen moaned.

Tristam nodded with a contented hiss as he watched the fox finally fall into the trance. The naga was impressed with the fox's will- it was exceptionally strong: it had been so long since he had actually had to use his venom to entrance a fur. The tiger had been a more normal case, submitting to his gaze alone. The cobra bared his fangs with a smile as he studied the two handsome furs and felt his twin shafts beginning to stir in his slit. He would have to thank the villagers for sending him such a pair as these two sexy furs.

Tristam began chanting and moving his claws in old ritual motions as an idea occurred to him. In their minds the fox and the white tiger continued to hear him whisper to them, telling them how sexy they were; how arousing it was to be nude; how sexy it was to serve a naga; how natural it was to be aroused by the thought of service to a naga. Under the naga's spell, they stood up and moved forward to face the naga, standing shoulder to shoulder. Tristam continued his chanting, and with a final invocation brought his claws together.

The air around the tiger and the fox glowed brightly, but for a moment nothing happened. Then things began to happen. Jacen began to grow, stretching until he was as tall as his tiger companion. The fox groaned, and Tristam knew that his awareness was returning, but it was too late for Jacen to do anything about his situation. Once the two furs reached equal heights, their shoulders touched and glowed as they began to merge into each other.

Rapidly, the flanks that touched each other seemed to dissolve as they touched: the arms and legs vanished, the hips fused together, the torsos joined. The tiger and the fox had become one being. Jacen gasped as he was drawn into his partner's body, a last sign of awareness before Tristam slithered in front of him and locked eyes again.

"It's alright," the cobra soothed. "You are waking up. That nightmare of being a fox is ending. Master Tristam is here."

"Nnnnight... mare?"

"Masssster?"

"Yes, that's right my pet. All a bad dream. Master is here to make it go away, and to love and care for you."

"Master," the two voices said at once.

"Yessss, Master is here." Tristam slithered back to admire his handiwork.

Before him stood a powerful new creature: a composite fur with a tiger head and a fox head on its broad shoulders. The cobra hissed in satisfaction as the two heads swiveled towards each other and kissed passionately.

The figer was an impressive being, with massive pectorals under the broad shoulders leading down to chiseled abdominals that were visible even through the fur. The legs were large and powerful to support the large creature, and ended in canine foot paws. The arms were thick, and sported feline paws with retractable claws. The figer's fur was a ruddy orange aside from its white belly, and was striped throughout- even on the fox head. The tail that swished behind it was fluffy, like a fox's, but had the black tip and stripes of a tiger. But it was what hung between the figer's legs that Tristam admired most.

The new figer's sac had expanded greatly, and looked to be holding a pair of grapefruits in its cream furred confines. At the naga's command, the figer's paws reached down and fondled his sac, demonstrating that he had not a pair of balls, but four. The figer moaned as he displayed his equipment, especially the impressive tool above his scrotum. Tristam had to admit that it was an impressive addition to his new pet.

It was an impressive shaft, even on the massive figer's frame. It reached passed his navel and had a feline tip covered with the typical barbs of the species but at the base a vulpine knot was already swelling as the figer stroked himself. Tristam smiled and encouraged the two headed figer as his own shafts emerged from his slit.

"That's enough," he told his pet. "Now it's time to remember how much pleasing your master pleases you."

Pet moaned as he dropped to his knees in front of Master. This was the most pleasurable thing that Pet could think of: to pleasure the naga. He had two heads to suck both Master's cocks at the same time. He pressed his noses to the naga's shafts- like Master, they were straight cylinders without any knot and a round, blunt head. Pet snuffled, and took in Master's warm, dry, spicy musk. He groaned in pleasure and looked up at Master for permission. Tristam nodded and scratched behind the tiger head's ears.

Pet took Master's shafts into his muzzles and began to suckle them. Tristam moaned- the sensation was unlike anything the naga had ever experienced before. He had certainly had both his shafts sucked at once, but Pet was two muzzles sucking in perfect synchronization. It was amazing and as the two muzzles bobbed in harmony, Tristam could feel the orgasm building in his loins at a rapid pace. The feeling was amazing: the warmth, the wet suction, the rough touch of the feline tongue and the wider strokes of the canine one. The naga hissed and moaned in pleasure.

Pet picked up his pace and moaned around Master's shafts as the naga whispered encouragement. Tristam thrust into his figer pet's muzzles as the pressure built and built inside him. He moaned and forced his pet to deep throat him as he climaxed out of both shafts at once. Pet gurgled as naga seed filled his muzzles and his throats. After a long moment, the figer managed to swallow Master's cum. Pet opened his muzzles, and Tristam's shafts slid out of them as they went flaccid and withdrew into his slit. The naga sighed in afterglow and reached down patted his pet behind his ears.

"Well done my Pet," Tristam hissed contentedly.

"Thank you Master," Pet said out of both mouths simultaneously.

"Now, let's get you properly collared and then we shall take care of your needs too."

Pet got to his paws, and wagged happily as he followed Master to the door that lead deeper into the naga's lair.