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"Duke?" Larry shouted down the empty hallway. His voice bounced off of the walls, an invisible chorus of Larries calling out to the others. They hadn't caught back up with them like they were supposed to, and the other guys were getting annoyed or nervous. "Kevin?" The sound of his leather shoes tapped a staccato rhythm as his feet stepped easily from stone to stone. "Vince?" Larry paused, resting his hand against the wall. "Pete?" The effect - it had to be an effect, he was convinced of that - of the stone walls was very, very good. "Hey, chucklefucks! Where are you?" After a brief pause, he tried, "Brad? Did you finally turn up?"

No answer.

Larry shrugged to let the empty corridor know he'd tried; it was as much effort as he wanted to put into looking for the other idiots. Being sent back to play baby-sitter wasn't his idea: he believed that if a bunch of losers couldn't go five minutes without needing to stop for a smoke, why should he care if they couldn't find their way back to the rest of them? Why should he care if people turned up late, either? He wasn't the one organising this little shindig. He was here to have a good time, that was it. So far, he'd had none of that.

He'd been asked though. It wasn't like wandering around in a set-designed dungeon for hours was Larry's idea of a good time with a bunch of guys anyway. Where were the girls flashing their titties? Where was the booze to get wasted on? "Some mindless fun." He'd been promised that when he was invited. So far this stag night was a complete dud. "I'd have had more fun going with the grannies to bingo," he thought, "at least there I could leave..."

Deciding to wait, though only for a little while, Larry leaned up against the wall. He stood silently, tapping his foot, turning his head. He stood at a T-junction that they had passed by a while ago, looking down each branch, just in case someone had taken a wrong turn. There wasn't anything to indicate anyone had been through here for ages, and this place couldn't have been so big that they wouldn't run into each other. What would be the fun in getting actually lost? "Oh, come on!" he grumbled, scratching his blond head.

Larry hated having drawn the short straw for this job. Chances were that the other guys had met up, and probably got to the "treasure room" or whatever it was they were supposed to be looking for down here. "Have you guys fucked off or something?" he shouted. He frowned: that was something Larry could see them doing, since the same thought had crossed his own mind. "If you did, you could have had the decency to let us know!"

Bored and pissed off, Larry swivelled on his feet. His lithe frame seemed to have been born with a dancer's grace; he stepped easily from stone to stone. He was done with shouting, and looking for anyone else. Right now, he just wanted to catch back up with the group. Unlike the others, he wasn't going to get lost. Being left behind while the others had fun did annoy him, though. The longer he waited here, he believed, the more likely that would be the case. "Right," he grumbled. "Let's catch up and get to the end of this fucking thing, and..."

Larry frowned, staring at a wall that was in front of him after having turned to his right. The wall shouldn't have been there: this was the point that the hallway had turned, and that the others had gone down before he'd been sent back. That bend was no longer there. He hadn't made a mistake - he had a good sense of space and direction - but the turn-off had just simply vanished.

Giving the wall a quick inspection, Larry hunted for a seam. His mind provided a solution: since this was supposed to be some kind of grown-up "playground", and since he was already pretty sure they were being forced to double-back on themselves, the simplest answer would have been that the halls themselves were changing. He smiled, not from happiness but from having figured out the problem. "Oh fucking great! I am not having this bullshit. I'm out! Fuck you, Chad! Fuck you, Dean! Fuck you everyone else, I'm fucking done!"

Although Larry was annoyed, he couldn't blame the people running this place. It was probably exactly the type of thing people who came here wanted. He didn't understand that personally, it was at least something he could appreciate professionally. The whole set-up screamed of a someone with a lot of imagination and effort and money: all the props were very high-quality, especially for something that was a cross between escape room and strip parlour. Given how big the building seemed from the outside, there was probably enough for a few straight sections, with cleverly-hidden chambers and turns. The corridors would have been designed to be changed quickly into different configurations. It would mean that people could have multiple "games" without getting bored, assuming they enjoyed it the first time. Either that, or this place had somehow dragged permission out of the council; by Larry's reckoning, their "little" game area had spilled across the street a fair while ago.

Thinking about the place as a game gave Larry an idea: maybe getting separated was a gimmick, and now it was his turn to get to the room where the real "action" was. That would explain why the others hadn't caught up. They were probably sitting somewhere, drinking and partying and watching the rest of them going through the rest of the maze.

"That better be fucking it," Larry grumbled, staring at the walls. Whatever poor bastard had to swing those around better be getting paid well. This place didn't look cheap: all the stone certainly felt real, even if they were shallow slabs that stopped as soon as they "sunk" into the "mortar". There were no scrape lines, no visible tracks. He started wishing he'd brought his camera.

"Should have made more rooms instead." With nothing else to do but grumble, Larry turned his head to creating some suggestions to make this place less annoying. "It would make all the corridor bullshit unnecessary, and the illusion probably would have been easier to convey. Mirrors, say, with some atmospheric fog. Maybe for a vampire theme? That would have been better than pulp novel fantasy..."

Tapping his foot on the ground, Larry decided to head onwards. He didn't have much of a choice. He raised it up; his foot freezing in the air. His senses became strongly alert, heart pounding and breath slowing. He was sure he had heard something, a tapping that might have been an echo, but wasn't. With the way the corridors was structured, he couldn't tell which direction it had come from, but it hadn't come from his foot. As he stood there, doubt started to crawl in.

"Am I losing it?" Larry asked himself, putting his foot down.

"I don't think so," a voice rumbled behind him.

Larry turned, eyes matching two large yellow ones staring back at him, the black reptilian pupils standing out as they blinked. Grey-green scales, looking like rocks kissed by moss, contorted around a grin. It was a very serpentine head, although the snake comparison failed when it got to the humanoid body, only to pick up again behind him when a long, thick tail stretched out behind the androgynous figure.

"Nice contacts," Larry noted. "Nice costume overall."

"Costume?" The figure chuckled. "Oh, that's precious."

Larry blinked, or at least tried to; his eyes felt dry, but his eyelids didn't seem to want to move. He tried to turn his head, then move his arms. He couldn't move those either: everything felt heavy and rather uncomfortable. "Did... did you drug me?" he asked, the same numbing heaviness seeping into his jaw as the figure drew closer. His mouth hung open, the dry air of the dungeon swirling around the opening. He tried to say something else, but his mouth refused to cooperate any more.

"In a fashion." The reptilian face smiled, the golden eyes blinking with two sets of eyelids on each eye. Larry's felt an uncomfortable, stubborn shudder want to make his back muscles twitch, because he could not come up with any way to do that without CGI, and he wasn't watching a movie. The shudder just seemed to catch, becoming a strange itch that didn't go away. "Let's get you out of those clothes."

Larry wanted to protest, but he could do nothing as the lizard-man stepped up to him, grabbing his shirt with the surprisingly flexible gloves with the scaly pattern on them. As he could do nothing but watch, he stared at the muscles flexing naturally as the creature tore open his shirt. The doubt itched at him more as he was forced to stand there, his torso being touched and fondled by the clawed hands of the "creature".

With his torso exposed, Larry thought he should have felt the cold breeze, but nothing came through. Every so often, he would try to move something: a toe, or a finger, or his mouth. However, it was like some large, cold, invisible hand had seized him in a gentle, but firm, grip. That grip seemed to drain out the energies of his outer layers. As he was forcefully strip, not only could he do nothing, but he couldn't even feel it.

"Top done. Let's see what you've got happening down below." Whether this was a costume or not - Larry's doubt was growing - whoever was doing this was some kind of a monster. The voice seemed male, deep and authoritative. Larry couldn't tell by the shape: there were no breasts or obvious bulges. There was some kind of slit in the crotch, but Larry thought it might just be a cleverly-concealed fly someone could open up when nature called.

Although he couldn't see or feel when his pants were removed, Larry was sure they had been when the monster stepped backwards. He could move his eyes, and could see that he was more or less naked. "Got a small problem with your shoes. Should have really gone for them first." Larry saw the hands flex. A silent scream filled his throat up like an inflating frog. Those claws were real; he was suddenly very convinced of that. They descended down, digging through the leather and rending them apart, one at a time.

"There we go." Larry looked down; it was over. He looked down, expecting to see a bloody mess. What he saw was grey. If it weren't for the fact that he was standing on the remnants of his shoes, he would have thought that his feet were just gone, or had sunk into the floor. Instead, it looked like he'd dipped his feet in cement, letting a thin layer of concrete form on them. The grey spread up his legs, and was continuing to spread: he could see it inching up his leg, pure coldness following it up.

The paralysis didn't go all the way inside. Larry could breathe, though it was shallow. "I'd be dead otherwise," he thought. "But if I'm turning to stone or something... it must be a hallucination." That was his last grasp for a logical explanation into what was happening; if he'd been drugged, that would explain all of the strange stuff that he couldn't explain rationally. Maybe it was just a normal pervert and the whole lizard and stone things were some kind of mental metaphoric garbage his imagination was conjuring up.

Whether it was real or not, the reptile-man quickly showed himself to be just that. He walked around, claws tracing shallow lines across Larry's skin, which blanched then reddened as they crossed his skin. When he returned into Larry's eyeline, the slit in front had opened, and a strange, animal penis had slithered out. It certainly looked strange, deep red and covered in odd barbs and grooves, but was obviously a penis.

"Just my luck," Larry thought. "A gay monster."

Suddenly a strange noise drew Larry's attention down to his feet. The numbness had gone away a little, replacing with the strange feeling that he had been wearing too-tight shoes. His toes felt squashed and crammed together, and everything else was being squeezed. His eyes saw the monster's feet: humanoid in shape, covered in scales and sporting claws. The scales distorted as the weight moved between them. Larry cursed himself: how had he not noticed that little detail? His attention moved back to his own feet, seeing a web of cracks spreading over the surface. Then he figured out what the noise was: the stone covering his feet was cracking.

Despite it cracking, that didn't seem to stop the stony shell continuing to spread up Larry's legs. It had reached up to his knees, all the folds and wrinkles in the skin turning grey and hard, the fine dusting of light skin being consumed. If it was turning into stone, he decided, at least he was glad it didn't hurt. He started to worry; he could, if he had to, live without his legs. But what happened when the stone got higher? What happened when it got to his chest? His head?

The cracks around his feet widened. All the deadening of the sensation in his feet had stopped; now they felt bound tight, and warming like he was in front of an open fire. It was nice that the feeling was coming back. Perhaps it meant this was just some trick? He'd almost forgot the strange lizard-man getting aroused looking at him; Larry watched as he got down, staring at his feet curiously.

Larry felt almost embarrassed when the stone covering cracked fully. He wriggled his toes, his feet finally feeling alive again, only with the lizard-man ogling them, it felt perverted to do so. Still, he really didn't like the feeling of that stone up against his skin, and as they were the only parts that could feel anything, they felt exceptionally sensitive.

Looking down, Larry watched the stone shell crumbling away from his feet. Underneath the stone the skin was still grey; at first, he thought it might have been stone dust, until he noticed the fine cracks. His toes throbbed a little, the dead, grey nails splitting as black, curling talons stabbed out of each toe.

"Remarkable!" the monster answered. "I was wondering how that worked!" His snout pressed forward, a long, forked tongue flickering over Larry's feet. It stabbed in between his toes, making Larry feel oddly aroused. He wasn't normally much interested in having stuff done to his feet, but as they seemed to teem with his body's allocation of sensation, it was almost like having a kiss or having sex. Even though he couldn't feel anything, his body could still respond: the arousal leaked through him, his cock slowly thickening.

"Don't think about it!" Larry pleaded with himself. It didn't help: his body was desperate to be touched, and with the heavy paralysis through the rest of his outer body and creeping stone disease scrabbling up his legs, the intensity of having his feet licked turned his body over to the whims of the lizard-monster that was doing this to him.

"I can see you liked this as much as I did," the monster noticed, looking up as the stone advanced on his hips. "I know you're probably full of panic, but that's just because you don't know what it's like. It's so intense afterwards! The touch! Oh god, afterwards even a small breath can be enough to turn you on!" He tried that, his snout exhaling warm air on Larry's reptilian toes. Larry hated that the lizard-man was right, feeling his cock stiffen further. His heart was racing; he didn't want the attention, but that didn't stop it from feeling intensely good.

The stone leaked over his hips, heading towards his genitals. At the same time, the cracks spread up his legs. Chips of petrified flesh fell away as warmth and intensity flooded into the space they were leaving, more scales appearing higher and higher on his calves. Scaly hands gripped onto his lower legs, running up and down to dust them off; Larry's moan caught in his throat as the hardening stone reached the base of his shaft.

"When this was done to me," the lizard-man answered, "I enjoyed this part the most. That's when I just let the one that turned me just use me. I know you'll feel the same. I hope so." He braced himself, as though he was about to get up. Instead, he moved to turn around, his thick, surprisingly flexible tail curled around Larry, dragging him closer. Larry's claws scraped against the stone, his scale-clad calves trying to maintain balance. He didn't understand what was going on until he noticed the opening on the underside of the tail, a second slit that opened in anticipation as his slowly-petrified cock was angled into it.

"Ngh!" The monster moaned as Larry's stock erection slid into the opening. Stone dust fell away from his knees as they bent forward, trying to keep himself upright. Gravity and the lizard-monster's tail bounced him up and down, the living base for an unfeeling stone dildo ramming into the creature's hole.

"What are you doing?" Larry asked his legs. His toes seeming to decide on their own to form a tight grip on the stones pushing up from the floor, tilting him off-balance to help push his stone shaft deeper into the creature. "What am I doing?" He couldn't tell if some part of him was doing this; was he being controlled by the creature, or was the idea of wanting to get close enough to touch addictive enough that he just wanted more of it.

The level of stone was around his waist, the pebble of his belly-button fell out, just leaving smooth stone underneath. It didn't hurt - none of this had actually hurt - but it was disconcerting. It was like he was still sinking through some kind of film, coming through it changed. It looked and felt wrong, and yet it was the only part of him that could feel.

Larry was pulled forward. His legs fell against the monster's, entwining; more flecks of stone fell away from his newly-scaled thighs. Not only did his own legs burn from the inside, but the monster's legs did as well. It sent crackles of excitement up his legs, making his body feel frustratingly energised. Drool trickled out of his mouth, his tongue frozen in his mouth. Part of him started enjoying it, sharing that heat, that power. He never realised how sensuous scales could feel when rubbing up against one another.

A patch of stone exploded outwards from his rump. An almost orgasmic shudder rippled through him. He couldn't turn around to look, but he could feel the growing protrusion extending outwards. Larry quickly caught what it was. "Tail! I've got a tail!" His body heat flowed into it, more cracks spread, freeing up his whole legs. Soon Larry was thrusting in, wanting to reach forward and grab the lizard man. He could almost see the waves of heat flowing off of him, attracting his body closer like some kind of magnetic force.

Larry forgot all about the stone crawling up his body. His legs were mostly transformed, although his tail was continuing to thicken. He let out a moan, although it was more like a wail; the stone breaking away from his hole, which sent an exhilarating rush bursting through his body. It grabbed the attention of the lizard, the serpentine neck turning. His tongue flickered out, tasting the air. A knowing smile spread across his muzzle. "You can really feel it now, can't you?" His tail untangled from Larry, crawling along the ground. He shuddered, and asked, "I've been waiting for this. Let's have some fun with that new tailhole of yours."

Raising his tail, Larry waited as the reptile's muzzle pressed in between his legs and tail. The forked tongue flickered over his tailhole. Warmth radiated out as Larry felt the lizard-man's slick shaft slide along the inside of his legs. It pushed up against his opening, stretching him out, the spikes and grooves raking against him. It felt powerful: even a few pokes and thrusts seemed to stoke Larry's inner fires. He pushed back. "God," he thought, "why does this feel so fucking good?"

"I see." The lizard-man squeezed Larry tightly. "You're getting it, aren't you? I can feel it oozing out of you. I can taste it from you." His taloned hand wrapped around Larry's stone shaft, giving it a squeeze. Larry thrust in, then back, feeling the contours of his cock as his sphincter squeezed down against it.

The stone crumbled away from his cock, the heat in the lizard-man's hands pouring into his cock that he let out a long wail. The stone spread down his arms, spilling down his shoulder and creeping up his neck. Now, though, Larry didn't care. He wanted it to spread. He didn't care about losing himself - he was already losing himself - just as long as he kept sinking into this hot, intense, overstimulated state.

Larry looked down at his cock, red and raw; the head was more pointed, and a ring of spikes ran around fattest part of the tip. Firm ridges ran down the shaft, which jutted out of an opening, just like the lizard-man. His balls had disappeared, the stone crust pulling them inside his body. Drool ran out of his mouth, staining the stone on the chest.

Submitting to being fucked and jerked off, Larry's head started to tingle. It was hard to concentrate, so very hard, with that heat sloshing around through him like his insides were lava. He enjoyed having those hands on his hips, feeling those talons gripping into his scales. He loved feeling the pain: it was far better than the nothing he felt up his chest, although that too was starting to give way, the heat bubbling to the surface. Hairs fell away as the stone reached around his head, like a pale egg in a grey hand.

"Don't worry," the lizard-man replied. "I'll treat you in all the ways I know I'd want to be treated. Just let it overwhelm you. Don't worry about anything. Just relax."

Larry wanted to; he needed to. A long crack raced up his chest, and he felt it crumble away. His chest got a pleasant rub as the lizard-man dusted the stony remnants of his own self away. The body underneath was slender and strong, with muscles outlined with a sheet of scales that were burning to the touch. He could feel those glorious golden eyes staring through his head, the heat seeping into his brain.

The stone took his ears in trade as he breathed in deeply, a moan coming out of his mouth one final time before it was consumed by the grey. Larry couldn't close his eyes, but he could see the itchiness spread so close it was almost maddening. His eyes rolled up into his head, bliss soaking through him as he felt his body prepared to ejaculate. He wanted to shoot his load over those hot scales of his lover, feel his ass being filled with cum.

Then there was darkness.

Claws burst out of the stone at the tips of his fingers. He reached back, blindly groping for the warm body thrusting into his back. His thoughts swirled around, memories bubbling around; it was like fast-forwarding through clips of his life, anything he felt attached to, he remembered again, but most of it seemed so pointless to the new Larry that he was becoming; the new Larry that he wanted to be.

Grinding back, he ran his talons up and down on the scaly form behind him. The heat spilling out started to shift around the pieces of his physical head, changing him the same way that his memories had been changed. The other lizard-man stroked his body; Larry was guided to the ground, sitting on top as he rode the cock planted in his ass. He didn't know if his new body had a prostate, but it felt good to slam down and get raked, and that was what he had come here for, wasn't it? To have fun?

Larry's head filled with new thoughts: a very strong desire to hunt after untainted men. He wanted to fuck them, to stare at them, to fix them with his large, powerful eyes and make them vulnerable. It was only to make them understand, really, just how great this new body felt: so warm, so hot, so full of energy. How could you not want to share it?

Heat blasted out of his eyes; the stone vaporised as he blinked his new yellow, reptilian eyes. He reached up, scrabbling at the stone on the face. Suddenly he understood all of what the other basilisk was telling him - he also knew that too - and he slammed down. He yawned, stretching out his jaw. Inside he felt heat and fangs and sharp teeth bursting outwards. A forked tongue shot out, tasting the air.

Larry looked down, staring at an almost exact copy of himself grinning up from the ground. The rest of his stone shell flaked off, his smooth serpentine head throbbing with excitement.

"Now you know," his reflection noted.

"Yes," Larry replied. Pressing one hand on his clone's chest, he grabbed hold of his cock - how good it felt to be able to do that, to feel that - and pleasured himself as he met the thrusts.

The fire inside him churned around, as though his insides were full of hot seed ready to explode out. Warmth trickled out of him, and he was unable to tell if it was him who made it, or it had squirted out of the cock inside him, slippery and flexible but still hard, like his own one in his hands. The ridges were fun to touch, sending sparks shuddering through him. His tongue tasted the air, and the inferno the air had become around them as they rutted.

The pressure built up.

His hand started to cramp. Larry swapped them, not wanting to let that heat die out for a moment. Their twin tails intertwined. He felt warmth radiating out of the tail hole.

The pressure built up more.

Larry's body was shaking. He wondered what it would feel like. The old him was no virgin, but nothing had been so intense. It was like his whole body was the cock, burning hot with lust.

The pressure built up even more.

His twin's eyes glowed a brighter yellow, the fire inside his body escaping. His own seemed the same, the heat - the power - shared between them. It was so intimate. It was like they had one body. One mind.

The pressure - pressures - were swelling.

Larry could feel the orgasm of his twin coming. He could feel his own ring tightening on the reptilian cock buried in his ass, right to the hilt. The sexual fluids bulged and burned against the flesh, flowing into and filling the firm shafts as they throbbed in hand - in ass - and fired out. It coated the grey scales on his twin's long neck and firm chest. It filled his insides, more fuel for the burning fires within. His hand continued to pump as the white-hot fires of ecstasy blossomed in his mind.

With little energy left, he pulled out. The cock made a wet sucking sound as it evacuated his hole, pulling out a bunch of lazy seed with it. They lay on the stones, warming them up with their bodies, as they rested for a moment, thoughtless bliss washing over them as the link between them weakened, dissolving into the background.

The two basilisks looked at each other. Larry offered, "I came with others."

"They are reserved," his twin answered. Larry was a little disappointed, and his eyes narrowed. He received a comforting pet on the chest as the other basilisk reached across. "Don't be too eager too soon. There is so much more for me to teach you."

"There are things I would like to learn." Larry blinked, and swallowed.

"Besides, I've got a shortcut. There can be a lot of fun in watching. Some prey aren't quite so... malleable, but they can be quite satisfying in other ways when used appropriately."

Larry was looking forward to these lessons.