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Herin looked up at the sound of altogether too much merriment, the white dragon drawing a pair of glasses down his snout in the process. It was easy to find the source of it. After all, it was hardly like they were hiding themselves.

Just past the glass doors of the Dragon Divers Guild were two of their own members, standing arm-in-arm and throwing their heads back in random singing. He recognized them; he recognized all members of the Guild. That was why he manned the front desk at all times.

Such vulgarity, he thought with a small sigh. Couldn't the pair of them conduct themselves with a little more decorum? We do have a reputation to maintain, after all.

Still, he was obliged to allow members of the Guild entry when they requested it. He just hoped that they wouldn't be sober enough to make the request.

Turning back to his paperwork, Herin continued to enter the various receipts into the Guild book-keeping system, muttering under his breath as he made sure that the debits and credits all came together. Even with their recent success, it was important that they didn't have too much outflow, just in case it was a fluke.

A few hundred out for new materials, some new swimsuits, a couple of compensation payments to divers that encountered dangers...

It was always a balancing act, keeping the members of the Guild happy while at the same time making sure that the ship captains were able to accommodate them without too much difficulty. Yes, they had an advantage over other deep-sea retrieval teams. Yes, they could do what they did without nearly as much equipment and expensive certification. But if they made life too difficult for the ship captains in the process - as some members always did - they would lose their contracts.

Herin had brought this up multiple times, and not just with the Guild head. Everyone had been the target of this lecture, and he still hadn't seen any improvement.

Well, I'll just have to do more, next time. There must be something I can say that will -

Bzzzzt.

He looked up and sighed. Either Teryx or Darren had managed to find the buzzer. Wonderful. The white dragon shook his head, pressing the button by his desk.

"Yes, yes, what is it?"

"We're looking for a room tonight. Oh, and...and to talk to the council."

"Yes, yes. Come in."

At least they would be off the street with their shenanigans, he supposed. That was better than having the Guild name besmirched by a pair of drunks. As soon as he pushed the door button, the pair of them darted inside. Darren carried what looked like a half-empty wine bottle in his hand, and both dragons looked like they had some fairly 'merry' red cheeks.

Shaking his head at the pair of them, Herin went back to his book-keeping.

"The council will not be ready to see anyone for a good hour, I'm afraid. If you want to talk to them, I suggest that you make an appointment for after."

"That's okay," Teryx said. "We'll just wait here."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't. There are rooms -"

Loud, wet kissing interrupted his dismissal, and also stopped his fingers as the distracting sound got louder and louder. With some annoyance, he looked up.

The two dragons were kissing. Not just kissing, but tongue-kissing, their mouths half-open as their tongues dove in and out of each other's mouths and throats. The sight of it alone was enough to have Herin blushing - something that he hadn't done for months - and he turned away, covering his eyes.

"Couldn't you two do that privately?"

"Mmmph...mmm..."

"No," Teryx said, the blue dragon momentarily breaking the kiss. "After all -"

"We're in the mood."

"Feeling good."

"Why should we -"

"Wait for privacy?"

Herin shook his head, trying to go back to the computer and all the work that he needed to do. Much as he tried to put the pair of dragons out of his head, however, they were still there, still making out with each other and being so very, very loud about it.

How did this happen? he thought as he corrected one of the numerical errors on the spreadsheet. They've been rivals for months. This is beyond any sort of anomaly.

They had to be blind drunk for doing something like this. It was the only excuse that he could come up with, the only idea that made any sort of sense. They went out, got drunk, got horny, and now they were at it like animals. Frenching, licking, and -

"Do you mind?!"

"Mmm, what's the matter, Herin? You embarrassed?"

"Or jealous?"

"J-jealous?!"

His cheeks felt like they were positively burning as he looked at the blue and red dragons, their hands down each other's pants. Even though they were technically covered, he could see the way that they were giving each other handjobs, groping and squeezing and stroking just out of sight. They were doing it right in the middle of the Guild house, as well, not even bothering to take up the offer of the room.

He looked away, even as his own cock throbbed a bit in response to the show. The white dragon refused to pay attention to it, refused to even acknowledge that he was getting hard, but it was a hard-fought battle. One that he was losing, too, as the pair of them drifted ever closer to his desk.

Suddenly, Teryx leaned back, the blue dragon almost falling over the raised front of the desk, and Herin felt the whole thing start shaking back and forth as they dry-humped together. He shoved his chair back, glaring at the two of them.

"Do you MIND?!"

"Mmmph..."

"We really don't. Do -"

"You want to join us? It's not -"

"Not like we're exclusive."

"Exclusive? What, do you mean that you call this a, a relationship?"

"Heh...do we, Darren?"

"Yes, I think we do."

"Yes, a relation. Right -"

"Right word for it."

There was something so very wrong with this. He couldn't quite put his finger to it, couldn't name it, but he wasn't happy with what he was seeing. The white dragon was half-tempted to press the intercom button and call the council, but at the same time, he didn't want to interrupt them for something that still could be drunken carousing.

At the very least, he needed to get them out of the entry way. Even with them inside, people would be able to see them through the glass walls.

"I must insist on you two being in a room, if you're going to continue."

"Heh, only if -"

"You join us, Herin."

The invitation from Darren was just too much. He was two seconds away from shouting at him...then thought better of it. He could just walk them down to the room, and lock them in, he supposed. It would be better than fighting them on it.

So, he nodded, and off they went. He led the way down the shining metal corridors, trying to ignore the feeling that he was getting ogled from the two drunk dragons. It wasn't as easy as he hoped.

Soon enough, they reached the living quarters at the end of the west wing of the Guild. He opened one of the sliding doors and gestured into the small room. The twin beds should be enough to keep them apart - particularly as they were bolted to the floor - and if they found their way together anyway...well, credit to them.

"Here you go. You can sleep off...whatever you were drinking...here."

"Mmm, looks good."

"Yeah, comfy."

"But you were coming in, too."

"Yeah, don't -"

"Leave us hanging."

Herin slowly shook his head.

"Come on, don't -"

"Be like that. We even -"

"Saved some wine for you."

They pushed the bottle at him, and it sloshed around so much that some bit of the liquid splattered out of the top. It landed on his lips, and before he could wipe it away, it slipped over his tongue.

It's...sweet, I suppose, he thought as he got a taste of it. The quality wasn't half-bad, and it was something that didn't overpower everything else, for that matter. At least they had gotten something good.

He tried to get them to take it back several times, but they kept shoving the bottle into his hands while groping each other. There was no getting around it, no matter how many times he tried to put it back in their hands, and they now blocked the hallway back to his post. There was no way of getting around taking a drink.

Sighing, the white dragon tilted his head back and took a small sip...and then a larger one, when Teryx reached out and up-ended the bottle. Even as he gasped and coughed, they held his mouth shut, making him swallow mouthful after mouthful of the sweet wine, chugging it as it went down his throat. It was swallow or drown, and he kept on swallowing until the bottle was empty.

Even with the wine going down his throat, he felt that there was something wrong, but it took almost no time for a strange tingle to run through his head. Almost like drunkenness, but not quite. Like...like something of a fog that was settling over him, making it harder to think.

They took the bottle from him when it was empty, and Herin stumbled back a few steps, groaning and rubbing his head. He felt like he'd just been smashed with the bottle rather than having just drunk it, but it didn't hurt. It just...he...

Sexy dragon.

Where did that thought come from? He shook his head a few times, looking up at Teryx and Darren again. They weren't moving anymore, instead just staring at him. They still had their hands on each other's crotches, though, something that -

Sexy dragons touch sexy dragons.

He hadn't thought of someone else like that for a long time, and certainly not other males. Why was he thinking of it now?

Yet...

He looked down, finding a strange hunger filling him as he looked at their bulges. They were huge, bigger than he remembered seeing anywhere but in a few of the porn videos he'd look at after work. They put horses to shame, now, and he shivered as he felt his hole twitch. He'd never felt that before...had he?

The white dragon slumped against the wall, holding a hand to his head as it buzzed and fuzzed in turns. He felt like he could figure this out if he could just have a moment of clearheadedness, but it wasn't coming to him.

The other dragons walked forward, almost robotically, and pulled him between them. Herin gasped as Teryx held him chest to chest, while the red dragon pushed at him from behind. Both their bulges were more readily apparent in this position, and he blushed as he realized that they were grinding up against him.

"Feels good to -"

"Have a little fun -"

"Doesn't it?"

He was nodding before he realized it, and knew that his own cock was getting harder and harder as he was ground between the two dragons. He shuddered, trying to shake his head and pull himself free, but the pair of them were just too big, too strong to get away from. They were supernaturally strong, he vaguely realized, much better muscled than they had been, and much bigger in more ways than one.

That same tingle in his head worked its way down to his crotch, and he moaned as his cock started oozing pre, spreading through the front of his pants. It made him pant harder, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation, and he gave in.

Even as the pair of dragons pushed him down, Herin knew that there was something wrong, but too much of him didn't care. The idle book-keeper had been replaced by someone that needed something else. Something hard, thick, and hot.

He looked up at Teryx, and watched as the blue dragon pulled down his tight shorts. A hard, dripping cock was produced, thicker than all four of his fingers pushed together, and it seemed to...it seemed to move, strangely. Teryx's balls were bigger, too, bigger than a fist each, and seemed to swell and pulse by turns.

Faintly realizing that his pants were being pulled down, Herin leaned forward and slowly took that cock in hand, pulling on it, tugging it slowly.

"It's...It's so -"

"Big."

"Hard."

"Thick."

"Juicy."

"Drippy."

"Perfect."

They all took turns saying it, like he knew what they were going to say a second before they said it. The sensation was...beyond bizarre, and he felt like he should be scared of it.

Instead, he felt needier than ever.

With little encouragement on the part of the blue dragon, he leaned forward and swallowed the tip of the other dragon's cock. It was so big that it felt like he might need to unhinge his jaw for it, but he managed to slide it into his mouth. The juices dripping from it almost tasted like the wine, but he was sure that was just a coincidence. He was drunk by now, so probably everything tasted weird.

He bobbed his head without hesitation, some knowledge of cocksucking coming to him from...somewhere. He didn't know how or where, but it was filling his mind. How to hold his head, how to keep his teeth out of the way, how to hold the base to keep it in place.

Even the introduction of Darren's cock up his backside did nothing to stop him, only pushing him further forward as he sucked harder, his eyes rolling back in his head at the strangely sweet juices running down his throat. Every time that he sucked a bit more, he felt a little more of that buzzing high that came from the bottle, and it felt good.

With his cock oozing pre onto the floor, Herin continued the eager cocksucking in the hallway, dragging that rod down the back of his throat and pulling it into his neck. He panted around it, huffing hot breath onto that blue crotch, and slowly rocking his hips back against the thick cock that was buried deep in his ass. He felt the same tingle coming from the back end, and he growled as he felt something coming alive in him, something deep and feral and needy, something bestial and strange.

Teryx suddenly pulled his head back, and the white dragon looked up through bleary eyes as the blue dragon made him look at the dripping pink cock tip.

Pink...

Something was wrong. Pre was clear, wasn't it? Not pink. Why was it pink?

Then...it happened.

The tip of the blue dragon's cock spread wide, almost like it was opening, and a pink snake-like thing pushed free. Two little black dots for eyes and a tiny mouth that seemed to be in a perpetual smile slithered out of the dragon's urethra, and bobbed back and forth in the air in front of his face.

This...wrong...what is...

New host form. Herin-host. New host. New host.

Host?

He was too far gone to question it, and when Teryx held his mouth open for the snake, Herin didn't resist. The snake shot forward out of the dragon's cock, slithering those delicious pink juices all over his tongue before sliding towards the back of his throat. It went down like a delicacy, thin enough not to make him gag, even as it slithered all the way down his neck and into his belly.

As it settled and moved around, he felt a similar feeling in his ass, something wriggling and moving in a way that a cock never could, working its way into his guts from the other end. It wasn't just one, either. They kept coming, pushing further in, leaving some sort of melting feeling behind as they started doing something inside of him.

They let him fall to the ground, his cock throbbing harder than ever. The formerly dignified white dragon slumped to the ground, not caring at all that he was starting to jerk his cock in the middle of the hallway. He didn't care that he might be seen. He didn't care about the reputation of the Guild. He didn't care about anything. All he cared about was keeping this feeling going.

Teryx and Darren stood over him, their cocks pointing down at him as several more snakes slithered out. Others pushed out from their rumps, while still others started pushing out of their backs, out of their wings, out of their tails. Their scales didn't bleed or puncture, they just seemed to move out of the way, allowing the snakes to slither their way free without any problems.

And all of them came to him.

He moaned as they slithered against his chest, slathering him in the pink goo before slithering into him. They opened up his nipples, his cock, his mouth, his ass. Everything that they touched seemed to become numb to anything but pleasure, and only something moving through it seemed to cause it.

Herin moaned as he threw his head back, the sound muffled around the three snakes sliding down his throat, and his cock throbbed as one snake after another slithered into him. He felt his balls bursting with them, growing bigger and bigger, swelling larger and larger with each successive snake that filled him.

"Faster than -"

"The last time. More snakes -"

"Faster conversion. More hosts -"

"More snakes. More snakes -"

"Faster conversion."

The pair of them kept talking in the strange matching speak, always giving the answer to the other before it could finish its sentence. Herin could feel himself mouthing their words even as they said it, the thoughts in his head as much as they were in his ears.

His mind was going faster and faster, replaced by something else. The snakes were doing something, slithering through him, coiling up in some sort of bundle or nest within him. He wasn't breathing, he realized, and he hadn't been for minutes. He didn't need to.

His cock throbbed harder and harder as the snakes curled both inside of it and outside of it, replacing his hand with their bodies. Their slime soaked him with the tingling pleasure, driving him mad with it as it got stronger and stronger with each passing second. Slithering snakes passed over the head of his cock and then down to the base, passing over each other and nudging his shaft every which way.

They squeezed, they released, they coiled, they licked at him. They gave him every sort of sensation, even as his hips pumped up and down, thrusting into the swirling, slithering mass of them.

"Join us."

"Be us."

"Herin-Host."

"Fill."

And as the snakes slithered up his ass, slithered down his wide-open cock, all that was left of Herin exploded out in one huge orgasm. He arched his back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he flailed about, his body aching and burning with need at the same time that it was given the greatest pleasure of his life. His arms smacked against the ground as his back left the floor, his cock spewing out the last of its white seed before it was replaced with the pink goo of the nest within.

A squeal of a scream slowly left his lips as well as a cock-shaped tongue, his eyes turning pink as the orgasm ripped through him. His toes curled against the ground, droplets of sweat replaced by droplets of pink slime, and he moaned.

God did he moan.

When the pleasure faded, he finally collapsed again, the white dragon tinted faintly pink with all the snakes within him, his eyes glazed over as he processed the whole thing that had happened. Herin was gone. Herin-Host had replaced it. And Herin-Host was smarter than either of the other two.

Council leaders, hidden in chamber.

Ambush possible?

Slightly possible. Herin-Host recommends force split.

How many? Nests weaken further away.

Not many. Darren-Host meets after. Teryx-Host and Herin-Host hide in further chambers, release others to form nests.

Will get all?

Will get all.

Herin-Host stood up, and the other dragons pulled him in. The snakes slithered out through their backs and their mouths, sharing contact and thoughts in deeper consideration, filling out the plan, and changing it as new ideas came.

Their preparation was done quickly and efficiently. The snakes could not live long outside of the nests, but they would manage it in traps, filling the ventilation systems of the Guild while the council meeting went on. Half a nest was devoted to making a bundle that would attack those that managed to flee the main room, while the rest were prepared for a full ambush.

Teryx-Host would hide elsewhere, ready to move around and coordinate others as first host, with best connection. Darren-Host and Herin-Host, however...

Herin-Host was on his hands and knees, getting fucked as the council doors came open. The other dragons, having been there to observe the whole show, were filing out along with the council members while the two of them were deep in the middle of their fun.

He looked at the shocked faces of the various dragons, recognizing all of them. He knew their weaknesses, and knew what they needed. Everything that could bring them down, Herin-Host knew, and thus did the nests of the snakes.

One of the council members, an older green, stepped forward, waving his hands back and forth at the whole display.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

"We are enjoying ourselves."

"You have rooms for this! And you, Herin, you should be at the front door."

"All those that were to come have been accounted for."

"You...why are you talking like that? You sound...you sound so calm."

Herin-Host smiled, not bothering to answer. His eyes were flicking through the crowd, picking out those most likely to run, those at the edges where he couldn't catch. They'd make it to the doors, to the dorms, to the security rooms further back. He let the information and the faces spread to Teryx-Host through their link, and then turned back to the council member.

"This is the beginning of something good."

"This is perversion. Get out of my way."

"No."

He waited for the council member to get close, and gave Darren-Host the signal with a mutual snake touch.

The red dragon pulled out of him immediately, turning around and releasing a dozen snakes at once from his back. They slammed out like flexible arms, grabbing the council member with three of them and several other dragons with the rest.

The screaming started, and Herin-Host started his part of the plan. He reared back and started spitting the goo all over the ground. No dragon went around in footwear, not needing it with their scales. Not only was the goo incredibly slippery, but the pink slime would start the process of getting them aroused. More than a few of the dragons fell into it immediately, and Herin-Host envied them that first touch of the nest slime, knowing that it felt best on first touch, and would never feel as good again.

With most of the dragons growing erections on contact with the slime and only a handful managing to run and avoid it at all, the plan was well underway.

Herin-Host walked past the green dragon - only pausing to note that two of the snakes had already slithered under his robes despite his attempts to fight - and started making his way between the different slimed-up dragons, starting with the ones on the ground.

With the snakes slithering out of his shoulder blades like an extra pair of arms, he was able to reach down and pull their clothes off. Robes and shorts and everything else that they wore were as nothing before his new strength. He stripped them naked and left them with a snake slithering up their ass or up their cock, as needed. None of them were coherent enough to stop it; none of them were thinking clearly enough to think that a snake around their cock or up their ass was a bad thing.

Even the dragons still standing were fairly helpless. All it took was a spit of the pink slime in their face, and they were gasping and shuddering long enough for him to get close. He grinned as they fell to their knees, grasping at their cocks and helplessly jerking off as the pleasure overwhelmed them.

Over four dozen dragons were taken down in less than five minutes in that way, and the others who'd run - barely more than a dozen - would be dealt with quickly enough. Herin-Host grinned as he walked among them, depositing more snakes here and there, letting them slither through the pink slime on the floor to their host of choice.

The green council member had been stripped already, and Darren-Host had picked him up, holding him aloft so that he could be fucked properly up the ass. Herin-Host grinned at the sight, his own cock throbbing hard as members of his remaining nest slithered about in his balls, eager to continue with the proper filling.

"Council member Arrak, I strip you of your position, and place myself and the other hosts in charge of the Guild."

"What...how is this...this is wrong..."

"You'll change your mind."

"We all do."

"It's so much better -"

"As a host."

He helped Darren-Host pull the council member's legs up and back, and he slammed into that waiting hole. The feeling of a fellow host's cock against his only enhanced the situation, the snakes of different nests making it so much more pleasurable for the both of them as they went at it. Darren-Host thrust in as he pulled back, and the white dragon pushed forward as the red dragon pulled back. In and out, in and out, slathering the insides and outsides of the council member with plenty of slime.

Snakes hung from his shoulders, his sides, and his tail, and they all got in on the action. They wrapped around his fellow host, penetrating the red dragon from behind, while Darren-Host did the same to him, making it look like a cocoon around the two hosts and Arrak as he was corrupted. Cocks and asses were occupied at the same time, and he moaned, pink drool running down his chin.

It was wonderful to serve the snakes. Wonderful to be a proper host.

As the pink slime started to drip from Arrak's cock, and the snakes started to fill him properly, Herin-Host wondered how Teryx-Host was doing...

Teryx-Host lingered outside the locked doors of the dorms. The living quarters were locked down hard, with all the escapees relying on the barred doors of their rooms to protect them until outsiders came.

It was...harder to think with only half a nest, but Teryx-Host remembered enough to be able to lead them. There were ways through the different rooms, vents and water pipes, toilets and connecting tunnels between rooms. Teryx-Host remembered that some students and new Guild members had damaged walls for between-rooms fun, glory-holes that had been used to make nights better for people that were kept apart.

All of these would make for means of conquering the rest of them.

Teryx-Host stood with his cock against the wall, the snake sticking out of it communicating with those that had volunteered to infest the others. It was a weak connection, far weaker than any of them would have preferred, but it was all they had. They needed to make the best of it.

The nest moved out, running down the ventilation shafts. He could feel them moving, slithering. He could feel the cold metal under their bellies, the need to find a host as they weakened by the moment.

They would only need one in the living quarters, though, and the snakes knew that they could always make more. They had the advantage.

The nest diverged, and intelligence started to fade. Teryx-Host strained to keep it all together, to know where the parts of the nest were, and barely managed it. Claws sank into the wall to keep the host body upright as all the energy of the nest went into keeping the mission clear. His breath came slowly, gaspingly, and his claws rent deep holes into the wall as he shuddered from the effort, trying to keep focus.

Find hosts. Infest. Do it quickly and quietly.

Two of the bundles of snakes were sliced apart by the fans in the vents, but the other ten managed to get through as the goo and parts gummed up the networks. They split again, half going into the pipes and the other half staying in the vents.

One drowned in the pipes, but the water source was tainted. Need would spread, soon enough.

Teryx-Host panted as the effort to hold onto the remaining nine bundles grew too much. With the pipe ones already close, he let go of those and focused on the ones in the vents, knowing that they needed more guidance.

Even with the drop in intelligence after that, the nest and Teryx-Host could see through the different eyes. They were close, now. They could see through the openings down into two of the rooms, see a purple dragon and a blue dragon respectively. They paced, looking worried, before the purple one went to the wall beneath the vent, curling up tight.

It was all they needed.

One bundle launched itself through the vent, five snakes falling down on the blue. It screamed beneath them, flailing around, but two got down into its shorts, while one started slithering and grinding against the blue's lips.

The screams didn't last long, and moans followed shortly after.

Teryx-Host smiled, feeling something like...encouragement. They were spreading. They were growing. They were doing more than surviving; they were thriving.

The nest felt more complete as the dragon was infested, the few snakes inside of him already breeding and reproducing to fill him out properly. The nest must be preserved and strengthened, after all, particularly after this mission.

One by one, five other dragons collapsed and were taken. Two more were taken from the vents, and two more besides that were victims of the slime in the water and the slithering bundles coming up through the toilet. The last of the easy victims made the mistake of trying to watch through the broken-up glory hole in the wall, and ended up being infested for his mistake.

Six of them...six new hosts. Teryx-Host directed them to open the doors, and they did, moving like half-awake zombies towards the door of the living quarters themselves.

They joined him, and the intelligence of the nest rose again as they came together. Ideas began sparking, particularly as Teryx-Host held their heads together, changing tongues pressed to one another as the various hosts of the same nest conversed with one another.

More left, must take.

Doors locked, though.

Can be persuaded?

No. But can be unlocked. Cards. Hosts have cards.

Cards that unlock cells?

Yes. Try.

With the hosts still holding various guest cards, it was a brute force attempt to unlock each door. Teryx-Host collected each card, and used them one by one to see if any would open the door. Whenever a door opened, the six new hosts rushed in, pinning down the latest host while Teryx-Host bred him properly.

It was a pleasure with every one of the four hosts he found. Rushing in, throwing the host against the wall. They never struggled for long, not after the snake-tongue bit them, and the soft whimpers they let out were just...wonderful, before they took his cock and their snakes into them.

As Teryx-Host pulled the others together to think of a new plan, Darren-Host and Herin-Host walked around the corner. They were followed by dozens of other dragons, each one bearing the pink slime around their mouths of a proper host. He smiled, but then stopped as they frowned at him.

They joined in conversation, their heads lowered as they started talking through hissing snakes from mouth and crotch.

Time running out.

Two more left. Time for them?

Not by Herin-Host reckoning. Others escaped, pressed buttons at desk.

Didn't think of that?

Thought too dumb. Suffered from lack of snakes.

Time?

Too little.

Then escape.

It was agreed, and the dragons moved to the back door of the Guild, past the security room - where other hosts were collected for later infestation - and then out into the alleys. The dragon hosts disappeared into the underground sewers, following the memories of the layout of the city, translated through the tunneling instincts of the snakes. The hosts would survive, and the nests would spread.

Four weeks later...

"In other news, the government has acknowledged that the Dragon Divers Guild has suffered an immense depletion of numbers and members. Survivors of the up-til-now classified attack on their headquarters have been allowed to speak to the public. Let's go live to the briefing."

The TV changed views from a vixen in a newsroom to a yellow dragon on the steps of government, panting and shivering.

"They...they came out of nowhere. Parasites, monsters that bled out of our friends. They just...they came out and attacked all of us. Infested them. We barely got away, but...but they're still out there. I don't know what they are...but they have to be destroyed."

"That is all we're prepared to release now. Any further questions can be directed to the NSA."

The report continued on, but the hosts didn't watch. The nests within were busy dealing with the information that they'd received. The three prime hosts gathered together, the various hands of the bodies reaching down and squeezing asses, rubbing cocks as the snakes emerged. Soft hissing was interrupted by the fleshy sounds of fapping, grinding, and wet kisses.

Must have plan, yes?

Plans will be made.

By them, and us.

Must infest rest. Almost reaching perfection.

Almost?

More hosts never hurt.

Much better than before already.

Could be better still.

Yes. Better always good.

Darren-Host and Herin-Host nodded, though Teryx-Host considered at the same time. They had all gotten much smarter than they had been before, though it was a different sort of intelligence. Three main nests with many different sub-nests. It had been...a chaotic four weeks, with Darren-Host declaring itself independent of Teryx-Host, having gained enough intelligence on its own, while Herin-Host revealed that it had been independent from the start.

They were three nests, three factions coming together to blend their full intelligence from time to time, while the hosts beneath them...

Teryx-Host turned to those dragons that he had, fewer in number than the others, but more fully infested, the nests stronger and more devoted to each other. It meant that he had less hosts to work with, but their individual intelligences were better, and they could be more fully disguised.

Darren-Host had spread himself thin, preferring numbers over concentration. Teryx-Host could understand that, as it gave Darren-Host more individuals to work his desires, though with less full control.

Herin-Host had filled the bodies of other things, learning how to fill non-dragons with nests temporarily to boost his intelligence before it faded again. It left him both very powerful, and very dangerous, as he was constantly in flux.

Teryx-Host knew that they would have to move on the remaining dragons, and that they would all compete for the remaining hosts. No matter the different ways that they spread out, how they used their hosts, fresh bodies were always needed.

Must move quicker, and get past defenses...

Needing time to think, Teryx-Host walked over to his bundle of nests and slipped among them. Snakes rose from cocks, shoulders, ears, everything, and they all gathered together, hissing and whispering, sharing thoughts and ideas...and pleasure.

The pink slime spread among them as the nests gathered their hosts together, cocks pressing against holes and snakes doing the same, all enjoying the pleasure of the bodies as the plans were made.

Their victory was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.