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An Abstraction in Orange

Caesar's armor clanked as he walked back through the mountainous forest, following the same game trail he had before. He was exhausted from exterminating the tribe of gnolls that had moved into one of the old mines in the area, but he had his bag of grisly bounties slung over his shoulder to show for his efforts. His greaves were speckled with mud and drying blood, and the sun was piercing through the mountain air, sweat beginning to bead and pool under his donning coat. He could really use another squire, but they were so hard to keep. One day you have someone to help you cinch up all of your buckles and tend to a pack mule, and the next they're both snatched up by the talons of a roc, never to be seen again. He'd gone and slain the roc, of course, but it was really more a gesture of vengeance for Bartoleme than anything.

Or was it Binwin? It was too hard to keep track when they only lasted a few weeks.

The warrior's idle thoughts could only distract him so much though. Without the passion of battle to hold his attention, his raised visor squeaking was starting to get on his nerves, slamming down over his face every few minutes. There was also an itch on the back of his left calf that would take a considerable loss in forward momentum if he wanted to get at it. The coarsely shaven man stopped, noticing something he hadn't on his way up the mountain, a simple sign nailed to the side of one of the tall pines. The smooth letters carved into the surface read "The pool of reflection, 300 yards ?"

No one had told him of such a place when he was being briefed by the village mayor, but perhaps it was too far away from the village to be of note. Regardless, the idea of a nice cool pool appealed to him, and so Caesar changed his course, tromping down the small side path with his bag of bloody trophies in tow. It didn't take long at all before he heard the sound of trickling water, and he could smell the crisp refreshing odor of water in the air, blending with the fresh smell of the pines. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as well, but perhaps that was just the increase in vegetation, the trunks of massive firs and spruce rising into the dense canopy like the marble columns supporting the roof of a temple.

The first thing the tired warrior noticed was the glassy surface of the pool reflecting the blue of the sky above, interlaced with the dark reflections from the boughs of the trees, looking like the cracks in a mirror. There was a small stream trickling in from the far side, a hundred yards away, but it hardly disturbed the surface, looking more like liquid molasses than water. It was exactly what he needed. With a sigh, he dropped his bag of gnoll bounties against the rough side of a tree and stepped forwards towards the pool.

Since his legs were still covered in the dried detritus of combat, he simply waded into the edge of the water. Usually, he would have doffed his armor first, but since the water was so crystal clear, he could see that there was a wide shallow lip before the water became any deeper. The cold liquid seeped in against his feet and shins and the relief was immediate, the lapping coolness whisking his exhaustion away and sending a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, the tingle of the cool water against his overworked body continuing longer than expected, like there was more to the feeling than a simple change in temperature. When he opened his eyes again though there was something that drew his attention from the center of the pool, visible now that he was close enough to see through the sheen of the water's surface.

There at the bottom of the basin, he could see something glimmering in front of the dark mouth of some kind of underwater cave. There was a sword down amidst the gravelly basin, and cast off gauntlets and mail. He shook his head, trying to focus on the items even though the image seemed to blur, the ripples fanning out from his own legs distorting the image and his own reflection. His hand tightened on the pommel of his broadsword. There was something else down there, but he couldn't quite make it out. There were colors, dancing on an unseen current like flags twisting in a summer breeze. Caesar's head turned to the side, eyes following the colors as they drifted in a tight circle. Each of the objects had its own hue, five pastel shades of pink, green, blue, yellow, and . . . one other. He counted five of the colors, but he could only identify four of them as they circled, drifting upwards from the depths of the pool like circling eagles catching thermals in the air.

His instincts wrested his focus away from the billowing colors long enough for him to come to his senses, turning towards the shore and starting to wade out from the pool. It almost hurt him to look away though, that fifth color gnawing at his mind like a fact that was just on the tip of his tongue. He felt like he knew what it was, he just couldn't find the words. His steps were sluggish, the cold water sending goosebumps up his legs as he took a great splashing step forwards towards the safety of the shore. His footing faltered though as a slender slippery rose-skinned hand rose from the water, catching onto his ankle, followed by a light green one. The warrior drew his sword and cursed, teetering on one leg as he turned. But the arms used his own momentum against him, letting him spin in place before giving him the gentlest of nudges that sent him spiraling into the depths of the basin, roaring battlecry turning into a muffled burst of silver bubbles.

The splashing rush of the water around his thrashing form was followed by a deep bass whumph as he was enveloped by the pool, leaving hardly a ripple as he sank. The water buzzed and thrummed against his skin with an icy tingle, his breath rushing out before he held in what air he had left as he flailed in a world without gravity. The water didn't sting at all as he opened his eyelids. He could see the blurred five colored lights orbiting him, the almost mentholated water somehow making the colors even brighter to his eyes. Gauntlet still wrapped around the hilt of his trusty sword, he slashed out, hardened muscles tensing. The water made his stroke clumsy and slow though, and the slippery almost human forms simply floated out of his blade's way like it was not moving at all.

As his eyes adjusted to the strange lighting of the pool, he could see more clearly what they were. At first glance they seemed human, but it was in mere shape only. Their skin was tight and slippery, like that of a salamander, each bright humanoid amphibian vaguely dappled with lighter and darker patches. Caesar held what remained of his breath, holding his sword in front of him as best he could, though he was having trouble telling what direction he was facing. Regardless of which monster he threatened, there were always others circling around his back in an eternal flanking spiral. Although their heads were smooth, almost reptilian muzzles, the rest of their bodies were more human, curves accentuated by breasts that billowed in the unseen currents of the water, and slender feminine limbs that all ended in webbed feet and hands. Their rounded rears tensed as long thick tails trailed behind them like weightless ribbons, making their motions seem effortless.

His eyes followed the ever-spiraling feminine forms of pink, blue, green, yellow, and a strange gap. His lungs started to burn as his limbs flailed, desperately trying to raise himself back up to the surface despite the bulk of his armor and the fact that he no longer knew which way was up at all. With a flick of her tail, the pink salamander darted in towards his front. Having learned his lesson about trying to slash underwater, Caesar stabbed out with his sword as if trying to spear a fish. The aquatic apparition in front of him merely smiled though, gliding down past the point of his sword, a smile curling up at the edges of her rounded animal muzzle. He reached up with a lobstered gauntlet, trying to grab at her surprisingly muscular tail, but the slippery surface of her vibrant pink skin glided through the powerful grip of his mailed fingers.

His curse came out as the last of his breath, silvery bubbles dispersing in all direction as the pink salamander wrapped her lithe body around behind him, his own motions trying to follow hers like a stone trying to copy a falcon. The other women of the water continued their colorful, almost joyous orbit and watched in aquatic silence. From behind, she wrapped her legs around him, webbed fingers wrenching up at his helmet and tossing it into the depths, letting the warrior's wild brown hair billow out into the water.

Nothing was working, and he gagged on water his vision swam, lungs burning as fear began to take over his motions. He tried to reach up and cast her aside as he felt her cool slick skin against the back of his neck, tingling like a heightened version of the water itself. He struggled, reaching his arms up and over his shoulders, mailed fingers scrabbling at her slippery smooth skin before she slid her head around, blocking his vision as her wide dark eyes stare directly into his soul, blinking from the bottom up before she pressed her elongated pink-skinned muzzle in towards his own.

The seasoned adventurer was expecting saw-like teeth and a flesh rending bite, but instead, she opened her rounded lips and revealed a thick fleshy tongue that scraped in over his cheek, leaving a trail of smoldering chill that made his skin tense before she pressed into his mouth. Pupils dilating as his eyes flew open, Caesar felt the tongue licking across his gums in a sensuous sweep, glistening barely forked tip leaving a minty cool sensation in its wake. His body convulsed, but instead of air, all it got was that thick fleshy length shoving into his mouth, making his tongue tingle and buzz with sensation. He should have bit down and tried to kick the creature away from him, but his mind was reeling from the lack of oxygen and the never before experienced pulsing tingle from her tongue swabbing at the back of his throat as his grip on his sword faltered, letting it fall down to join the other weapons that littered the bottom of the pool. Unseen to the warrior, the skin on his cheeks and lips began to gleam, becoming smooth and slick, taking on a faint orange hue as she rubbed sensuously against him.

He stared into the deep pits of her inky black eyes as she pulled herself forward and wrapped her body around him from the front, embracing him as her lips locked against his own. Slowly, the burning sensation in Caesar's lungs was replaced with a prickly hum, pain subsiding into a strange placid calm. He lapped back into her mouth for just a second before closing his eyes, realizing that something was wrong and shoving her away. Despite the fact that he was no longer drowning, he tried to take a breath, water rushing into his lungs. It made him sputter silently, waving his hands around him as the salamanders continued to circle. He almost felt guilty as the pink one joined back in the spiraling loop. Somehow, she had kept him alive. He licked his slippery feeling lips as he tried to follow her sinuous flowing body, almost missing the strange tingling chill of her tongue against his own. As he watched them, his attention was drawn by the color he couldn't see, a blank spot in their seemingly unbroken circle. Something was missing, and it made him uncomfortable, like seeing a painting, a masterpiece left with a gaping void on the canvas.

The warrior's feet finally touched down at the bottom of the pool, the pristine stony bottom littered with various implements of war, not a hint of rust on any of their gleaming steely surfaces. His own sword was only a few feet away, but moving through the water made it feel as if time had been slowed for him while the salamanders circling him seemed completely free, still swimming in sensuously curling circles around him. As he stepped forwards, slender fingered webbed green hands reached in from behind him, reaching under his shoulders and undoing the clasps for his pauldrons. He wrenched around, feeling the weight of the plates on his arms beginning to slide down over his hands as he was confronted with another svelte animalistic beauty. As he reached out to swat her away from himself, two more blue skinned hands grasped in around his waist, unbuckling his arming belt and giving it a sharp tug.

He could see their giggling words, sounds coming in bright swaths of color in his mind.

"Why do you cling to your shell so, little crab?" spoken in teasing rose.

"Does your shell not weigh you down?" with a minty green flourish.

"Let us help unmoor you from your anchor, sweet child." in dulcet tones of blue.

"Why would you hide your beautiful colors so?" in giggling daffodil yellow.

And then a pause, as if there were a color that was missing.

Caesar snarled, whirling around and trying to backhand the slippery female that had unhitched his leg-plates. He tried to speak, but his lips moving made no sound as the two lizard-like ladies floated away from him, tails curling around his legs and arms. His movements were even more awkward as his greaves sank over his ankles, and his arm joints sagged down so that he couldn't bend his elbows. They were trying to steal his mail . . . even if they weren't trying to drown him . . . not immediately anyways. He ripped his arms free from his armor and jerked off the plates on his legs, limbs feeling free in the water as he looked more like a turtle with a shiny steel shell. He tried to propel himself upwards, but his chest-plate was still far too heavy, resulting in little more than a stilted leap. It felt good though, his arms rising though the water, letting the cool resistance brush through his spread fingers, his skin gleaming and becoming tinged with bright orange.

The warrior's brow furrowed as he looked at his hands, mouth open with a wordless question as he ran a finger down his forearm, feeling the oddly slick and smooth skin tingle under his touch. It didn't hurt, his skin wasn't melting . . . but it seemed wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on why though, the oddness apparent even though he couldn't find the reason. His skin was starting to look like theirs . . . but another color, that color that was missing . . . His mind oscillated between trying to grab an abandoned spear on the ground, and trying to explain the smooth tingling sensations creeping over his skin, making his breastplate chafe against his chest and lower back.

"Yes, your body is beautiful." A heady rush of pink

"Why do you hide it?" In pouty moss green.

"Show us. Let us see you." With a cascade of eager azure

"We want you to feel more." In a sincere sun-colored blaze.

A blush crept into the hardened veteran's cheeks. He could feel their gazes just as he could visualize their words. They shouldn't be looking at him. He had been called many things before, but beautiful was never one of them. But even as he rejected the notion, the idea seemed oddly appealing . . . His cock began tenting the soaked fabric of his drawers as he thought about eyes following his supple body while he swam. At the very least his armor wasn't doing him any good. Perhaps it would be best to abandon it. Then, he could . . . move . . . away?

The thought was unfinished as the five salamanders closed in around him. Their slim fingers made quicker work of his clasps and buckles than a squire ever had as they loosened his remaining plates. The slippery yellow salamander slid her hands down his opened gorget, slick cool fingertips rubbing over his chest. She smiled at him, tail lashing eagerly behind her as she groped and kneaded his powerful pectorals. The armor loosening felt so right, letting the chill of the water seep into his skin as two of the other salamanders reached in and began scraping their webbed fingers up and down his lower back, making him squirm slightly before his armor finally fell off in two heavy halves that sank to the pool's floor, quickly followed by all of his other clothes as the quick grasping hands made short work of them.

The disrobed warrior groaned as the salamanders all pulled their smooth slippery bodies close to his. He was no longer worried about them biting him or tearing his flesh, but there was still something in the back of his mind that told him this was wrong. Everywhere they touched, the orange tint to his skin spread out, lighter on his glossy front than his dappled back. His mind was still reeling. There was something he should be cautious about, but he couldn't place what it was. It was almost like it had something to do with color . . .with the salamanders . . . But he didn't have enough time to finish the thought.

The blue one hung upside down in the water above him, pressing her muzzle against his lips. It was the most natural thing to edge forwards and let her cool tongue slide into his mouth. His teeth felt oddly numb as he reciprocated her kiss instinctively. As the azure salamander slicked over his gums, his teeth pulled apart painlessly into two rows of small sharp points. He hardly noticed though as his tongue began to bulge, wrapping around the salamander's own, tasting her odd salty tang in slurping sloppy strokes. Her slick hands wrapped around Caesar's head, fanning out so that her webbing was pulled taut over his ears, stroking him with slippery affection as his lobes shrank back, sinking into the sides of his head and leaving only smoothness as sounds were replaced by physical sensations that vibrated through his increasingly sensitive body.

The mint colored creature pulled herself against his front, tail wrapping down his thigh as she pressed her jostling rounded breasts against his chest. His view was obscured by the mischievous blue one's face as his chiseled pectoral muscles began to lose definition. He groaned into his kiss as the areolas of his nipples began to widen into a dark burnt ochre while his slightly swelling chest-flesh became slick and malleable, sending little runners of pleasure down his spine as his stiffening nipples ground against her own. As she hugged herself tighter against him, his cock was sandwiched between his warm flesh and her slippery cool body, throbbing even as it began to take on a slimy sheen.

Behind him, the pink amphibian continued to knead and nuzzle against his lower back. She cupped his clenched buttocks in her hands as they began to widen slightly, his scarred hairy flesh slicking down into an unblemished and decidedly voluptuous ass. Stroking up between the rounded edges of his butt, her precise fingertips prodded at his tailbone, making his hips rock forwards, pulsing cock grinding against the green one's slippery body. She squeezed in tighter, mashing at his flesh as it turned orange and glossy, creaking with a pop as just the hint of a tail ground out, colored like the peel and flesh of a ripe tangerine.

Below him, the yellow creature pulled her slick body between his legs in one drawn out sinuous movement. She paused with her hips between his planted feet, arms wrapped around his calves as the muscles slimmed down into toned curves tensing under his increasingly glossy orange skin. Her webbed hands slid up his thighs, gliding over his skin as she reached up between his legs and cradled his tight pulsing testes. Her touch made Caesar shiver, body swaying as she squeezed gently and rubbed at his testicles with her slippery fingers. Never before had the warrior considered that his body could be so sensitive, shuddering as little cool jolts of frosty sensation ran up his spine. As she groped in harder, the skin of his scrotum begin to pull back, slowly going taut as the slimy gloss of his orange skin crept up the now smooth flesh. She took a finger and rubbed teasingly between the two straining tight bulges, making him shake and quiver, the nub of his tail quaking.

His jaws creaked forwards into his kiss, mind swimming in chilled pleasure as the inverted blue one rubbed her slick fingers over his creaking face, smoothing down his nose as his nostrils began to pull apart. The pinkish creature rubbed the side of her cheek against his rump as she continued groping at the muscular nub of a tail. Sliding her hand up from the tight smooth orange bulges of his changing balls, the sunny yellow salamander wrapped her fingers up against his cock, tugging it down against the green's smooth flesh, slowly guiding it towards the swollen pulsing verdant slit between the green's tensed thighs as she clenched her full breasts against his blossoming tender pert mounds.

The warrior's eyes widened, pupils spreading until his eyes were only inky blackness. The throbbing head of his cock ground against her labia before teasing yellow fingers guided him inside of her. He could feel her arms and legs tighten around him as he pressed into the cold slickness of her femininity. Immediately, he began to grind his hips against her mossy green form, plunging his shaft deeper and deeper inside of her while the others wrapped their hands around his body, caressing him and coaxing his body to change, orange slickness blooming over his body, covering his scars with brilliant dappled orange patterns. He could feel every wet muscular twinge of her insides around him as the squishy orange began to creep up the base of his cock, urged forwards by the fickle yellow fingertips that still rubbed at his maleness even as he lost himself inside of her.

Convulsions wracked his body as his cock shuddered and he began to come in a way he had never imagined before. With each wrenching tug, the skin around his balls pulled tighter and flatter, causing his pearlecent male essence to spatter out into her. Coral colored hands massaged at his tail as it strained out with every gout of seed, cracking out longer, smooth and slippery as webbed fingers pumped up and down its widening wriggling length. But even as he came again and again, there was a smoldering desire that was beginning to wash over his insides instead of any sense of releif.

A yellow fingertip ran between the bulges that used to be his balls, pressing in tighter and tighter as he groaned into the mouth of the eager blue salamander. Ever so slowly, the orange flesh between his sumptuous thighs quivered and parted, forming into a fleshy vertical slit, his changing cock protruding from near the top. Her insides seemed to rub over less and less of him, and yet his pleasure was concentrated with every body rocking grind, making him so sensitive that the merest hint of contact made sparks fly in his vision. His shaft lost definition, her insides kneading the head into solid quivering orange as it began to shrink, pulling back into the warrior.

He was forced to rub himself against her in wilder and wilder gyrations, grinding contact driving him wild. His half-grown tail pulled up against the pink's hands as the yellow's fingers pressed against his slit, encountering quivering resistance before sliding inside of him with a slippery pop. His back arched as he came what seed remained inside of him in one final surge, tip of his retreating rod sealing over, ground back into a straining engorged nub that crowned the new slippery orange gash between his legs. The sensations were so new, so overwhelming that he tossed his head back, eyelids closing from the bottom up as he writhed and tried to deal with the cool bursts of pleasure rocking through him.

Soon, the once-warrior was merely rubbing his swollen orange cleft against the green's own pulsing femininity. The salamanders all pulled away from him at once, leaving his tail curling and his fingers clenching with need before his expression turned to shock. He looked down at himself, dark eyes widening as he saw his changed body, slick orange skin covering his form with only a few patches of scarred white flesh left. He reached down and grabbed at his pert breasts disbelievingly, shuddering in pleasure as the squishy slick skin distended in his palms, wide darker nipples stiff and taut.

"You see yourself for the first time." The pink voice sang like a rosehips steeped in pride.

"As you were meant to be." Blue ripples rang out like raindrops in a lake.

"Enjoy your new form." Fern green rustled in his mind.

"Let us keep helping you." A yellow beam of afternoon sun urged.

But Caesar wasn't listening, his heart thudding as he stared between his legs, still-humanish fingers prodding at the edges of his labia. He wasn't even a man anymore. They had broken him, stolen his pride. He ground his rows of pointed teeth together as his fingers rubbed over the bulging nub of his new clit. It was so sensitive, and that new empty need was still smoldering slowly inside of him. He could sense it in the water, his desire mixing with their own. But this wasn't right. This wasn't him. He had to get away.

His hands clawed at the water as he clumsily dragged himself to the side, away from the slippery salamander women. Armor no longer weighing him down, he was able to pull himself up into the water, but his tail gyrated behind him, rudder-like as his trajectory arced and he crashed back into the ground. He imagined the temptresses to be at his heels as he righted himself, pressing off the bottom of the pool, launching himself awkwardly upwards and kicking with his shapely legs.

When he looked back though, the colorful group of salamanders were all where he had left them. All five of them, lounged over each other as they watched him go. The blue one reclined in the pink one's arms as the yellow curled around behind them, breasts pressed against their backs as the green amphibian lay with her long thick tail draped over their legs, twitching longingly. And the fifth one was nothing but an empty hole, a gaping outline that could complete their quintet if only it could be filled by slippery orange flesh . . .

They could have come after him. He'd seen how fast their sleek forms could cut through the water, but instead of chasing him with grasping fingers outstretched, they all fixed their dark eyes on him and watched as he frantically paddled towards the surface. His body felt incomplete, and he could feel their gazes as they looked up at him like a physical presence. They looked like a group of sculptors, masterpiece only half-finished, looking only for ways in which they could improve upon their work. But their work . . . and their fellow artist was leaving. Their slick forms hung in the water around a missing link, an orange tinted emptiness that made him pause as he looked back.

The partially changed warrior looked up towards the surface of the water, mirror-like film reflecting a hazy image of the pool, changing their shapes into just odd blotches of color, a clump of interlaced pastels and then a lonely blob of orange that seemed to stare back at him, separated from the others. What waited for him back above the water? He had a bloody sack full of gnoll tails that would be stinking in the heat, to be turned into the village elder who was sure to underpay him. It all just seemed so fruitless. His pained indecision was evident, his stubby tail writhing as he looked back and forth between the salamanders and his life.

"Is leaving your desire?" A shadow of bleakness crept into the pink bloom.

"Or do you desire something else?" A note of hope emerged from the azure.

"Are you needed elsewhere?" Green puzzle pieces that didn't fit together clattered behind the question.

"You are needed here." The yellow still smouldered with communal desire.

He swallowed heavily, weighing his entire life as one hand glided down over his raised fleshy chest absentmindedly. He could escape, get paid, and perhaps hire another squire . . . But that wouldn't truly fulfill his desires. At the very least . . . there didn't seem anything wrong with joining the slippery colorful amphibian tangle for a time, and then he could leave when he wanted to, once he had seen . . . or felt what they seemed to promise him.

He stopped kicking with his feet, slowly sinking down again towards the rocky floor of the pool, heart pounding as the languorous feminine forms swam towards him with multi-hued passion and mischief behind their dark eyes. Caesar had so many questions, but opening his mouth and trying to speak made no sound, and yet, in his mind's eye he saw something strange, a blush of sunset orange that the others seemed to react to, sliding in an wrapping their hands around him. Their smooth webbed fingers caused him to shudder, second thoughts about staying dissolving as he fell backwards into their arms.

Pushing pink palms kneaded against his budding breasts, making a knot of pleasure rise in his chest as they were coaxed larger, taut swollen nipples pressed against the webbing of her fingers as she sculpted his developing bust. She leaned her smooth rounded head in, nuzzling between his fleshy mounds, making his back strain as he tried to deal with the pleasure as she scraped up with her wriggling tongue, dividing the taut flesh with her passion as they continued to swell.

The blue and green members of their collective brought his arms up to their mouths, lapping out with wide fleshy tongues, spreading the orange up past his elbows in long slick strokes. They drew his still human fingertips into their mouths, suckling at his digits as they pressed out to become slender and graceful, squelching as they twitched against those wide engulfing barely forked tongues. There was more and more tension every time his fingers came together and fanned out, skin slicking down as a burnt ochre webbing formed between all of his fingers, revealed into the shimmering water of the depths as they let his improved hands slide out from their rounded muzzles.

The lemon colored salamander cradled his head in her lap, fingers squeaking over his skin, rounding out the last of his human features, long tangled hair flowing away as he wriggled his changing body against all of the others. He felt connected to them, his own orange thoughts blending with their colors in a blossoming tapestry of interwoven pleasure. Yellow hands caressed over his lips, slipping inside his mouth and squeezing gingerly at his thickening tongue, bringing the end to a faint fleshy fork as he lapped against the webbing between her fingers. Pulling back, she traced her fingers over his increasingly feminine form, grasping at both sides of his rounded ass before sliding down his wriggling half-grown tail. She grabbed at the muscular length and pulled it back, rubbing in over the taut flesh of the underside, fingertips tracing up around his tight slick asshole to probe at the bottom of his tender pussy. His tail creaked out as she leaned in against his lower back conspiratorially, reaching between his legs and stroking two fingers up against the tight edges of his slick orange labia, rubbing up and squeezing them together and then pulling down and kneading them apart, making Caesar's tail lash about as bolts of pleasure sizzled along his lengthening spine.

He felt anchored, no longer drifting. There was a place for him in the world, and he was filling it. He realized that not only were his sisters bringing him incredible pleasure, but he was giving it to them as well. Their overjoyed hues sang in his mind as they helped his svelte orange body develop fully. Every touch over his slick soft skin was a benediction, a blessing of contrast: rose on orange, cantaloupe pressed over green moss, and other combinations of wildly vibrant pleasure. But it wasn't enough. The new-found salamander wanted more, webbed amphibian toes and fingers pulling him through the water as he twisted, drawing himself forwards towards the blue's body.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, squeezing her sky blue rump and drawing himself closer, feeling her flush of azure pleasure in his mind. He rubbed the cheek of his slick muzzle against her stomach, desire blossoming in orange as he licked down towards her engorged pussy, tasting her passion as she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. Lapping out in long hard strokes, the new salamander brought pleasure to his turquoise sister, tongue straining out, parting her labia as he licked up and then drilled in against her tense pulsing clit, making her hands rub in against his rounded head in tight distracted circles.

As his mouth became more and more occupied, the yellow salamander glided onto her back in the water, tail wriggling suggestively as it reached out and wrapped around the orange's own. Their thick muscular appendages entwined as the thinner tip of her tail slid along under the wider base of his own. All of his new muscles tensed and writhed as if they had a mind of their own, his tail moving in the water like a snake. His body stiffened as he felt the slippery tip of her tail press between his legs, roughly straining against his exposed orange gash. The edges of his pussy pulsed and thrummed as her tail teased him, poking and prodding before finally sinking inside of him with a deep satisfying squelch.

His body went slack for a moment as he was stretched wide around the bright yellow tip of her tail. Then he writhed and his insides clamped down around her, his own tail wrapped in a spiral around her own as his muscles all tugged. The feeling of the slippery flesh stretching him wider made his own tongue twist inside of the blue's cleft, reveling in her heady flavor as he closed his eyes. Focusing in on the feeling of his own tail, he wriggled the tip of it, snaking along and sliding between the yellow's spread legs. With eager clumsy motions, he slid it along between the yellows thighs, his own tail haltingly rubbed up against her female slit before he found the right combination of muscles to press into her with a halting passionate shove, feeling her insides begin to clamp down around him as well.

The shimmering pool was their canvas as the pink and green salamanders swam in on either side of the colorful knot of amphibian lust. Their webbed fingers reached in and caressed the svelte yielding flesh of their new orange sister. Caesar's mind flushed in pulses of coral colored pleasure as they tweaked his nipples and kneaded in at his generous breasts. His own hands reached out to his sides, sliding down their smooth skin, following their sensuous curves. The ocher webbing of his fingers spread out as he slid his hands between their legs, rubbing down over their puffy female slits, grinding his slim fingers over their labia as he could hear them moan and writhe in shades of lusty salmon and mint green.

His jaws were open wide, his tongue pumping into the blue's writhing snatch, thick length stretching her wider and wider as she slid her hands over his curved muzzle. His own cleft also bulged, stuffed with the twitching bumblebee yellow tail tip as his own orange tail wrapped around it and also snaked into her own wildly squeezing entrance. The raw lust and liquid beauty bubbled and seethed inside of him, making his body undulate with sheer sublime bliss as pink and green hands slid down over his tight belly, rising up and cupping his breasts, squeezing their malleable bulks against each other. The raw sensations made time slow as the frothing lust fizzed in his mind, his muscles beginning to quiver as they all redoubled their slick vivid efforts.

Dark eyes wide, but seeing nothing, his bright orange body locked up for a moment. Their physical forms seemed to disappear, replaced by a set stage, a blank canvas, a pedestal for their collective pleasure. His own pussy began to clench and spasm just as their collective clefts ground in with surprising power around his tail, tongue, and fingertips. Great vibrant spatters of color washed over his mind, each accompanied by a cool clenching wave of pleasure. It was like their climax was flowing in a circuit through their bodies, pulsing through his mind as he came for the first time as a female in great wrenching tugs, pussy grasping in at the twitching yellow tail tip that impaled him. Their pleasure echoed around inside his mind in brilliant streaks of their artistic language that seemed so natural to him, reflecting their pleasure far better than mere words ever could.

Their pulsing pleasured tangle of amphibian flesh writhed and pulled, filling their thoughts with a symphony of pulsing hues, matching their slippery twisting forms as they climaxed over and over again. Euphoria blossomed in his mind as he saw all of their pleasure bound together by his interlaced brilliant orange passion.

As they came down from their high, the ceiling of the pool was tinted pink, orange, and yellow from the sunset, with a hint of blue sky and green pine boughs. The new orange salamander looked at her body, still covered with the slickness of her sisters. She then looked down towards her old armor on the floor of the pool. How pathetic it seemed. The mouldering bag of gnoll trophies was the only sign of her past that remained above the water, but the orange salamander had no desire to fetch it, or even to rise towards the surface. Everything that she needed was now here with her new sisters.

The others all tittered in a rainbow of color as they swam, new sister gliding through the water with them towards the rounded edges of the underwater cave at the back of their pool.

The new salamander licked her lips, a streaked orange question forming in her mind. The others answered her with eager and descriptive swaths of color, imagining the beautiful pictures they could make with five colors. All it would take is practice and experimentation . . . The orange amphibian quivered in delight at the thought, mind wondering what wonders they could make if they recruited even more colors into their circle.