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The thunderous clacking of a keyboard filled the small reception area as the secretary, a prim squirrel with manicured nails, continued her clerical duties without regard for any visitor. Colin Bertram sat in one of the plush chairs that she had offered him minutes before and tried to ignore the incessant tapping noise. The room was otherwise empty and the lion couldn't help but grimace as he stared at the peeling, cream-colored wallpaper on the opposite wall. The carpet under his brown loafers was featureless gray, a regular sight in the Historical Research Department of Chamberlain University. Colin smoothed his brown mane and adjusted the blue tie around his neck as the secretary's clacking keys threatened to bore directly into his skull. He glanced at his watch and let out an exasperated sigh at the realization that he had only been waiting for two minutes. The intercom on the desk buzzed, mercifully silencing the squirrel's heavy fingers while she answered it.

"Yes, Mr. Yates?"

"You may send Mr. Bertram through," a tinny voice said through the speaker.

"Certainly, sir," the secretary responded as she gestured to the wooden door to the right of her desk.

Colin stood and pushed it open, fleeing from the resumed cacophony of the secretary's keys. An office of moderate size greeted him, with stacks of manila folders crowding the desk in the center of the room and an athletically built alligator fingering through the contents of an open file cabinet drawer. There were no chairs in the office other than the one behind the gator's desk, and Colin shifted from foot to foot while he waited for Mr. Yates to notice him.

"Sorry to call you in on such short notice, Colin," the alligator said. "But I have some rather bad news."

Colin's heart sank. "What is it?"

"The Board of Trustees has denied your research funding request for the coming academic year."

The lion stared at the gator for a few moments, hackles rising on the back of his neck as his disappointment turned to boiling anger. "Why!?" He roared, probably louder than he should have.

"Oh calm down, Colin. The decision was out of my hands!" The alligator snapped, rolling his eyes as he yanked a few stapled sheets of paper from the drawer and offered them to the agitated lion.

Colin grabbed the papers from the reptile's hand and glared at the words on the pages as if trying to burn holes through them. After a few moments, he looked back up at the gator who, by this point, had his arms crossed over his chest in front of his disheveled dress shirt.

"This is just jargon, Frank. It doesn't state a reason," Colin said, trying to restrain the annoyance in his voice.

"Well," Mr. Yates said, stepping behind his desk and lifting a cigar into his mouth. "The Board thinks that your research is... questionable at best."

"How dare they!" Colin hissed through his teeth.

Frank Yates lit the cigar in his mouth and took a brief drag from it as he looked at Colin with cold, piercing, amber eyes. "You haven't produced conclusive results in nearly four years, Colin. The Board can't keep throwing money away based on your wild theories."

"They aren't theories! The ruins that we uncovered in the Amazon at the beginning of this year prove that!"

Yates shrugged. "The Board isn't willing to support you further."

Colin narrowed his eyes at the alligator. "Was it really only The Board that decided this?"

The reptile scoffed indignantly. "I don't know what you're implying, but I do know that chasing after ancient superstitions as if they were real is pointless madness."

Colin raised his lip in fury and ice coated his voice. "Fine. I'll go there myself and prove that my research is necessary."

"Don't be stupid. That jungle is a deathtrap without the proper training! You'd be dead within a month!" Yates scoffed.

"You know that I can't work at the university without funding! This decision has fired me in all but name." Colin turned and put a hand on the doorknob. "If I do die out there, only you and The Board would be to blame, Yates."

"I won't shed any tears if you do," Frank sneered.

The lion yanked the door open and stormed out of the room, leaving the secretary to stare after him in mild surprise.

***

Colin slapped what had to be the thousandth mosquito off of his arm as he hacked away the undergrowth of the Amazonian jungle. He was deep in the Vale do Javari reservation, but he hadn't seen any members of the indigenous tribes for several miles. A tribe of jaguars had been hospitable when he arrived in their village, however, none of them could be persuaded to guide him to the ruins he sought. From what Colin could decipher, the elders thought the ruins were the "Kingdom of the Gods." Any members of the tribe who had trespassed were driven so mad that the village warriors had to give them merciful deaths by beheading.

Before the lion had left the camp, the elder had given him a warding charm fashioned from plants of spiritual significance. Colin was thankful for the gesture, even if his rational mind doubted the existence of any actual supernatural cause for the madness. Still, the charm bumped against his chest and silver nipple rings under his khaki, button-down shirt as his machete cut deep into a particularly thick section of brush. Colin's heart raced as the sight of a ruined, man-made, stone wall came into view when the branches fell away.

He lifted the camera around his neck and snapped several photographs of the wall. Proper documentation would be needed if he was going to prove his theories weren't false. The lion continued beyond the wall into an area lacking any significant undergrowth. The ruined complex was small and only contained one building. The structure had mostly collapsed from age and was covered in roots and moss from the encroaching jungle. Colin took photos of everything, his giddy heart thumping as he ran about the ruins like a child in a toy store.

For several hours, the lion eagerly cataloged everything about the complex. There had been four buildings once before three of them had collapsed. Each corner of the ruins was aligned with a cardinal direction and each of the four buildings sat at the median between the corners. It reminded Colin of a large compass rose. He had been sitting in front of the remaining, mostly intact building, sketching the outside of the structure on a pad of paper for the last thirty minutes. The decorative statues and carvings that would have normally been found in similar South American ruins had been deliberately removed. Such wear and tear wasn't uncommon, but Colin couldn't simply chalk it up to weather or erosion. When the lion was satisfied with his drawing, he stretched his arms over his head, ready to move on, when a shadow caught his eye in the dark entrance of the building. He couldn't tell what it was exactly, but it was large enough to be a person. The shape darted quickly back into the inky blackness, and a chill ran down Colin's spine in spite of the humid heat surrounding him.

The lion gingerly crept up toward the building's black maw and peered inside. He could only see about ten feet into the entryway. "Hello?" He asked nervously, quickly following the greeting with another in the language of the jaguar tribe. After nearly two minutes with no response, Colin returned to his backpack and pulled out a dust mask, flashlight, and several glowsticks. Lifting the pack back onto his shoulders, he strapped the mask over his mouth and nose as he approached the entrance of the building and took a careful step inside. He knew that he would have to investigate the ruins further sooner or later, but he hadn't been expecting to find another person there. Hopefully, the mask would prevent whatever spores or mold that grew in the place from affecting him, but he wasn't exactly prepared to put any crazed people down.

The interior of the building was a square room with an intact ramp leading further down underground. The carvings inside the ruins had been defaced, just as those outside. All of the statues were headless and most of them had their tails hacked off as well, though Colin could tell that they had been reptilian at one point. Unfortunately, many of the gods worshipped by the ancient people Colin had been studying were reptilian, which made identifying the ruined statues impossible. "Deliberate defacement is usually reserved for hated figures..." the lion mused to himself. He cautiously made his way down the ramp beneath the floor of the building and was presented with four other hallways that met in a fork a few hundred feet from the entrance.

Colin shined his flashlight down each of the other hallways; three of them were choked with rubble, and likely would have led to the other, collapsed buildings he had seen above. The fourth was the one he had come down, and the fifth hallway stretched away from the others until Colin's flashlight beam hit a distant wall. He imagined that the passageways had once looked stunning before the colorful paint had worn away. The lion trudged more confidently down the hall until he reached the wall where the passage turned left. The humidity was making him sweat like a pig and he undid the buttons of his khaki shirt to let his short, golden fur breathe in the damp air.

The hallway opened up into a massive chamber shortly after the turn. Despite the damage to the rest of the ruins, the statues and carvings here were virtually untouched. Colin gasped at the beauty of the craftsmanship on the closest statue, a crocodilian deity that greeted him at the entrance of the chamber. It wasn't surprising that they would worship a crocodile, considering the reptilian nature of the culture's pantheon, but Colin still had no idea why the rest of the statues had been destroyed. He gently ran his fingers along the statue's snout and felt the bumps and ridges of ancient stone.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" A baritone voice echoed from deeper in the room, freezing Colin's blood in his veins.

Had another American explorer made it here before him? The lion swept his light around the room and eventually stopped on the form of a large, well-muscled, and very naked crocodile sitting on a throne in the center of the room. The crocodile flashed Colin a predatory grin full of viciously sharp teeth as piercing golden eyes looked the lion over. Every instinct inside of Colin screamed at him to run, but his pride refused to let him flee. He couldn't leave without finding out all he could about these ruins. It was the only way to prove that his work wasn't a fool's errand.

"Who-?" The lion began, but the crocodile cut him off.

"A former ruler; now a prisoner." The croc said. "This place was dedicated to me once."

Curiosity forced Colin several steps forward in spite of his hackles rising on the back of his neck in fear. Maybe he had gone mad; he couldn't possibly be speaking to the disgraced deity of this ancient ruin in plain English.

"How can you speak with me?" He asked.

"Do you really think something as simple as language would be an obstacle for a god?" The crocodile puffed his chest out in pride and stood from the throne. "Do not be afraid. While I am powerful, I still have limits in this state." Colin watched apprehensively as the imposing reptile took several steps toward him and then seemed to melt into a puddle of green goop that was quickly absorbed into the stone floor. The crocodile's voice echoed in the lion's head, "We are not so different, you and I. Both of us have had everything we are stripped from us."

"I'm not-" Colin paused, trying to wrestle with the rational part of his mind that was firing off every alarm bell in his head. "I just want my job back."

"Oh, but you could have so much more, Colin," the voice whispered in his ear. "We are kindred spirits. Simply offer yourself to me willingly and I will grant you everything you could possibly desire."

The lion began to relax, theorizing that the crocodile could only manifest near his throne. Emboldened by this, Colin straightened his back. "What's the catch?" he asked, amazed that he was actually considering what the croc was offering.

"You will be bound to me, our existence intertwined and inseparable," the crocodile replied.

"If you're a god, couldn't you just force me to comply?"

For several moments, there was no response and Colin's uneasiness began to return.

"I could, yes," came the eventual reply. "However, I bargain with you out of respect for our similar souls. Our hearts are aligned and the joining is more pleasurable when a mortal's body is given rather than taken."

Colin rubbed his chin in thought. "What happened to any others that you've joined with?"

"All dead. Should you join with me, your body will cease to age, but you would not be immune to an unnatural death."

"This deal is sounding better and better. I could repay my enemies for my wounded pride and I'll also live forever? What do I need to do?"

The dark green mass of ooze seeped up from the ground near the throne, gradually reforming into the burly crocodile. This time, he sported a monstrously thick erection that jutted out nearly a foot from his groin above two baseball-sized testicles. Colin's breath caught in his throat and his leonine cock suddenly twitched and throbbed to full mast as if he had just remembered his own sexual orientation.

"Give yourself to me willingly, Colin. Partake of my many gifts and be filled with the joy of becoming part of a greater whole."

Colin felt heat rising to his cheeks as he removed his mask and slid his backpack from his shoulders along with his open shirt. The lion's belt came off next followed by his khaki shorts and hiking boots. "I wouldn't mind being filled by more than just joy," the lion whispered as he took a few tentative steps toward the green, scaled adonis near the throne.

"Oh, you will be filled, Colin; filled and so very satisfied." The crocodile said as he casually stroked himself. The lion stepped up to the throne, tribal charm rubbing against his chest fur. The croc's masculine scent permeated the air around him and inhaling it made Colin's heart thump in his chest with desire. The crocodile gripped the lion's ample length and slowly squeezed his shaft. Colin gasped and let a soft groan escape his lips. He had not expected the slimy-looking god to have such a firm, solid grasp. The croc's skin was leathery, despite the earlier melting, and slid along Colin's length like silk.

"D-do you have a name?" Colin asked.

"Why you mortals are so infatuated with titles I'll never know," the crocodile said as his fingers curled around the lion's balls and tugged them gently. "Soon, we will both be 'Colin Bertram.' Whatever name my ancient worshippers called me will be irrelevant."

Leathery lips pressed to Colin's and a warm, slick tongue slid into his mouth. The lion groaned around it and pulled the crocodile's burly body to his chest. That tongue grew thicker as the crocodile shoved more of it into the feline's maw. Colin felt the tip pushing down his throat and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to hold his breath. The crocodile rumbled happily as he pulled his tongue back to wrestle it around the lion's own. The reptile's thick erection throbbed against Colin's belly next to his shaft as he pressed himself against the larger croc's muscular body. The air around them seemed to pulse as the chamber grew warmer, and the croc's heady, masculine scent invaded Colin's nostrils and made his mind swim with lust and need, but the crocodile pulled away from him after only several moments of the kiss. His large, scaled hand lifted the useless charm from around the lion's neck and tossed it aside. Seconds later, the two were pressed together once more, tongues fighting for purchase against each other as Colin's shaft dripped clear precum and the crocodile's dripped green goo that fell to the stoney floor and was quickly absorbed.

The lion shifted his weight to lean into the reptile's warm, thick body as the reptile wrapped those large, burly arms around him. The lion felt his furry chest dwarfed by the leathery scales of the croc as he moaned around the reptile's thick tongue. Something brushed Colin's bare foot and he glanced down to see a vibrant green plant had sprouted where the crocodile's goo had fallen. That same liquid dripping from the reptile's dick was now matting the lion's belly fur and setting his nerve endings on fire with electric pleasure. Some of it pooled at the base of Colin's shaft and his cock throbbed harder than he had ever felt before and- had his dick grown larger?

The crocodile cupped a hand under Colin's chin and pulled his gaze back upward as that tongue ran over his lips and cheeks, sliding down over his neck and chest, curling around the lion's nipples and drawing a whorish moan from the lion's throat. The crocodile's firm, warm hands and wet tongue seemed to be all over him, rubbing, squeezing, licking, sucking until every modicum of stress left Colin's body, leaving him intensely relaxed. He had somehow ended up on his back on the stone floor, with the crocodile's burly body looming over him and grinding those leathery hips and thick erection into Colin's belly and against his dick. The lion reached up and pulled the crocodile down into another deep kiss. Colin humped his hips upward as if trying to mash the croc's body into his own.

As their desires began to align, the crocodile's feet melted into a puddle of green goop around Colin's legs, and vibrantly colored flowers sprouted from the ground around them in response. The croc broke the kiss and smiled down at Colin as the lion nuzzled the reptile's muscular chest.

"It is time, Colin Bertram. Prostrate yourself in submission to me and we will be joined."

The crocodile lifted himself away from the lion and Colin immediately turned over onto his hands and knees, tail hiked high over his back. The reptile's meaty hands spread the lion's ass cheeks wide and Colin shuddered as that wet tongue danced around the rim of his quivering asshole. The croc shoved his tongue forward, nearly four inches into the lion's hole at once, forcing a gasping moan from Colin's lips as he arched his back from the intense feeling. However, the croc's tongue continued, sliding deeper and deeper into Colin's bowels. It widened, stretching the lion's asshole around its girth as the tip probed with increased depth. The lion could do nothing but whimper, gasp, and wail as he watched his abdomen bulge from the amount of slimy tongue that was forced impossibly deep within him.

Colin's eyes rolled up in his head as he felt an orgasm quickly building in the pit of his stuffed gut from the girthy tongue writhing over his prostate. He barely registered the tendrils of the crocodile's green slime creeping up his thighs and arms despite the way they lit his nerve endings on fire with pleasure. His balls pulled up tight to the base of his shaft as his cock began to jump with impending release.

But a goopy tendril coiled quickly around his dick and forced its way inside, halting his climax abruptly and making his lips quiver in a piteous moan. He felt the goo travel deep into his urethra and groaned as he watched his dick grow and change in shape to look more like the crocodile's immense girth.

Colin threw his head back in bliss as the croc pulled his tongue from the lion's asshole, leaving a gooey trail of lubrication behind. The croc's fat cockhead rested against Colin's quivering, gaping entrance as a slimy hand splattered onto the lion's shoulder. Colin's hand was quickly covered and he felt the croc's second hand somehow below him, gripping his other wrist. The bottom of the croc's snout came into view above him, but a second, throbbing shaft emerged from it, oozing goop from the tip. The croc's entire body was melting as it had before, but now with the singular purpose of smothering and claiming his new lion host. Colin eagerly opened his mouth, tongue sliding out to lick the underside of the cockhead before him. It oozed green goo onto his tongue and Colin swooned at the deliciously masculine taste. The croc's head descended over his, that cock sliding to the back of his throat, and as his vision darkened, he felt a hefty pair of balls pressing against his chin.

Colin's eyes rolled back in pleasure as the croc's other, thicker dick easily sank into his gaped open ass, filling him to brimming with dick. His sight was only black for a moment; a few blinks of his eyes were all it took for his vision to return, but in that time he felt his entire body covered by the slimy croc's goop. The lion felt his gut bulging from the thick length buried deep inside of him, but the most intense feeling was the croc's gooey precum sliding down his throat and warmly pooling in his belly. He panted and sat up, looking down at his green, scaly skin and foot long cock that jutted proudly from between his legs. Flowers surrounded him, impossibly sprouting from the carved stones near his throne. He stood and stepped over them to take his seat.

He gripped his length and rubbed his chest, pinching his pierced nipples with his meaty hands. Colin grunted and huffed through his reptilian nose as his length oozed clear precum and his balls twitched. His prostate was assaulted by the throbbing thickness and his throat swallowed around a similar girth as he panted and squirmed in his throne. His asshole stretched wide with each thrust of the powerful, phantom shaft inside of him and he whimpered as it increased in pace. He began to lift himself up and down on the throne, trying to ride that intense feeling as his heavy sack pulled up tight to his shaft.

"F-fuck yeah-" he groaned, tongue hanging from his mouth in bliss as he lifted his snout to the ceiling. His cock jumped as his asshole stretched wider and his prostate was smashed by the savage thrusting. His mouth and throat were filled with the taste of rich cum as his balls churned and he felt a torrent of warmth firing deep in his guts. Colin howled as his cock spasmed and launched pearly white semen across the room in front of him. His whole body shook as spurt after spurt erupted from his girthy dick, covering the flowers and throne beneath him in thick spunk. He curved his dick upward and the last few shots bathed his chest and belly in jizz. Colin dragged a finger through the cum and rumbled happily in his chest as he licked off the delicious fluid and let the musky taste roll around in his mouth.

Without warning, his green skin receded and golden fur emerged as the goo was absorbed into him. His cock returned to its normal fleshy color, but he was still hung like a horse! Colin marveled at the length, massaging it gently as it shrank in the afterglow. His head felt heavy, so he lifted a hand to touch his face and felt the cold metal of a bronze mask. Colin lifted it from his head, admiring the craftsmanship and archaic symbols etched into the surface. It was a silly thing that he had no further use for, but perhaps he would keep it for its sentimental value.

The flowers around the throne looked more alive after being smothered in semen and Colin chuckled to himself as he knelt to sniff them. Underneath the strong, manly scent of cum, they smelled pleasantly sweet. The lion knew they wouldn't always sprout where he came, but maybe he would start a garden at home-

Later. For now, there was a simple matter of revenge.

***

Frank Yates lifted a half-full glass of scotch to his lips as he idly flipped through three hundred channels on his flat screen television. He was trying to forget the trouble he was having at work; finding a suitable replacement for Bertram was proving to be more trouble than merely giving the lion his requested grant money. Every one of the six candidates Yates had interviewed for the position that day had been unqualified, and so had the twenty other candidates he had already rejected weeks earlier.

The alligator gulped down the rest of his scotch, his fourth glass of the evening, and felt the familiar, dull haze of drunkenness wash over his mind as his thumb kept punching the channel up button on the remote. He flipped by cartoons, cooking shows, news networks, sports, the History Channel, Discovery, Sci-fi, Bravo, and AMC. By then he was getting into the more risque area of his cable subscription, and the alligator lifted a hand to undo the buttons of his shirt as he stopped on Skinemax.

A busty vixen was riding- someone's dick. Frank didn't care about the male in the video. His eyes were fixed to the vixen's bouncing tits and her blissful expression. Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his quickly hardening cock. It was slightly above average in size and he squeezed and gripped it at the base, rubbing his chest with his other hand as his shaft throbbed and oozed precum.

"Yeah, ride it," he whispered as he watched the vulpine bounce. "Ride my fuckin' cock, you slut."

As the alligator set into a stroking rhythm, the haze in his head thickened and his length drooped. He licked his lips and kept staring at those bobbing breasts, but his eyes began to wander as the room grew more and more humid and masculine scents infiltrated his nostrils. His gaze drifted to the face of the bull on the TV, cocky smirk directed at the camera as he thrust his hips upward into the wailing vixen. Frank stared at the bull's muscular chest, feeling his dick pulse with new life as he took in the bovine's impeccable physique.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was straight, but here he was, dick harder than it had ever been before while staring at another man's balls as they bounced in time with his powerful thrusts. Frank's heart beat faster as the vixen pulled herself from the bull's length and he finally saw that magnificent shaft in full. God, he wanted that inside of him-

Wait, no he didn't! The alligator quickly changed the channel, stuffing his angrily throbbing cock back into his pants in frustration. Why had it become so hot in his living room all of a sudden? He stood up and checked the thermostat on the wall, but it still read sixty-eight degrees. A loud thump from the dining room nearly made Frank jump out of his skin. He made his way to the dining room door and paused when he noticed a trail of strange, green flowers sprouting from the hardwood and leading into the darkened dining room. Was he that drunk already? The gator cautiously reached through the nearby doorway and flicked the light switch on.

An intricately made, latex rubber mask sat on the table above the flower trail. It was fashioned in the shape of a boar's head, and the sight of it made Frank's skin crawl. In spite of his apprehension, he found himself approaching the table and lifting the mask to get a closer look. The rubber smelled strongly masculine- musky, and intoxicating. Archaic symbols were etched into the mask's interior and a long, thick gag protruded from the inside of the mask's lips. Frank grimaced, but his dick jumped excitedly in his pants.

"Go ahead. Try it on." The sudden voice from behind him made Frank whirl around and drop the mask to the floor with a deafening thud. Colin Bertram stood in front of the TV completely naked.

"Colin, what the fuck!" Frank hissed angrily. "What are you doing in my fucking house!? And put some clothes on for fuck's sake!"

Colin clucked his tongue at Frank as he approached and picked the mask up off of the floor. Frank retreated, the small of his back pressing into one of the chairs around the dining room table.

"Anger doesn't suit you, my friend," the lion said. "Shouldn't you be happy to see me? I didn't die in the jungle after all."

Frank's fear and drunkenness only fueled the rage bubbling in his stomach. "Shut up. The university is better off without you and your crazy nonsense! Did the jungle make you go completely nuts!?"

Colin looked into the alligator's eyes and Frank's blood ran cold. "I think you're the one who needs to shut up, Frank. Here, put this on. It will help."

The alligator fled to the left as Colin approached with the mask. "Get away from me!" He yelped as he grabbed a knife out of a rack on the sideboard and threw it at the lion. Frank watched in horror as the blade seemed to slow down in the air and Colin effortlessly pushed it out of the way as he stepped forward.

"Kneel," Colin said, voice echoing like thunder in Frank's head.

The alligator obeyed, dropping to his knees before he knew what he was doing. He whimpered, "Wait, please-"

"Silence." Colin said and Frank's mouth refused to open. "Now then. I only came to give you this gift. I crafted it just for you." The lion brought the snout of the boar mask close to Frank's and the alligator's nostrils filled with a powerful, musky, masculine scent that made him pant through his nose as his eyes rolled back in his head. Frank's cock throbbed incessantly hard in his pants and a whimper crawled out of his throat behind his sealed lips.

He remembered that bull's shaft and wanted it balls deep inside of him. Foreign thoughts invaded his mind; thoughts of being bred deeply by thick cocks until his belly bulged with semen. The alligator huffed as his cock dampened his pants with precum, and the lion before him recognized the reptile's drunk-with-lust expression.

"Tell me what you want now," Colin said.

Frank hesitated, staring at the empty eye holes of the boar mask. "P-please fuck me."

A predatory smile crept over Colin's lips as he flipped the mask around and pushed it against Frank's face. The alligator moaned in bliss as the rubber shaft inside of it slid into his mouth and touched the back of his throat. He didn't gag. In fact, it felt quite pleasant to have his mouth filled by something so cock-like. The alligator shed his clothing without even being asked and Colin gently lifted him to his feet and brought him back to the carpeted floor of the living room. The lion turned off the TV as Frank got down on all fours.

Colin rubbed his hardening shaft through the alligator's ass cheeks, making Frank groan pleadingly. The lion gripped Frank's shoulder as he thrust against the gator's quivering hole, dragging his tongue up Frank's back and leaving a trail of slimy, brown goo in its wake that began to spread over the alligator. The moaning, whimpering reptile was too lost in the anticipation of pleasure to be concerned. The heady air that he pulled through the nose holes of the mask only increased his desire to have the lion's dick buried deep inside of him. The goo slid down his thighs and over his shaft, pushing inside his piss slit with little resistance. The alligator gasped as it slid into places nothing ever had before, and he shuddered as he looked down and saw his length shrink to a mere three inches.

Colin wasn't planning on fucking his former enemy, however. As Frank's skin disappeared beneath the growing brown boar fur, the lion's chest sprouted his own green scales and his long, thick crocodile tongue slithered over Frank's boar ears and snout. Colin produced a dildo in the shape of a spiraling porcine penis from thin air as he lowered his lips to Frank's new ears and whispered: "I'm going to make you squeal like the pig you are about to become."