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Temol took several deep breaths, hoping that at least one of them would start calming him down. The small silver dragon needed something to slow his heart rate down, something to keep him from going over the edge to full-blown panic.

When that didn't work, he considered going to the cops one floor down and asking them for another tranquilizer, but he pushed that thought out of his mind. He'd taken a good three of them yesterday, and powerful ones. The last thing that he needed was for them to start dismissing him as some sort of druggie, or he'd not get any.

Four other dragons were in similar states, though he was closest to freaking out, he thought. Repha and Waro, two red dragons and brothers, were talking to each other, almost going to dithering babble from time to time but always pulling each other back. Thanit, a sea-green dragon, had lost himself in a book for a distraction. Temol doubted it was working. The reading dragon hadn't turned a page in over twenty minutes.

We're doomed, we're doomed, we're doomed.

They were all thinking it, he was sure. Ever since the demise of the Dragon Divers Guild, things had gone to hell in a hurry.

He still remembered how it had started, more than 3 months ago. First, the guild went dark. Then, the first dragon outside of it started showing signs of infection. Temol remembered the quarantine, had seen it spread across the military and civilian sectors, but it had done little to stop the nests that were building with the...the parasites.

The silver dragon hugged himself as he thought to one of the 'protests' that the infected dragons had done, going to the streets and spewing pink goo everywhere. Those that had tried to contain them had ended up embracing them, only be broken down later as their bodies were unable to contain the parasites.

Even the walls around infected neighborhoods and prisons only did so much. The creatures seemed able to survive for days outside of the hosts, always looking for new ones, and more than one household had reported finding the strange, snake-like creatures slithering out of toilets or into the kitchen through the sinks.

That had faded, somewhat, around the end of the second month. Now...

Now, he and the other dragons were the only real targets. Temol knew that it was only by the goodwill of the politicians trying to show that they cared that he and the other dragons had this much protection, and he knew how capricious that protection was. If public opinion turned further against his species, then this protection would be gone in a heartbeat. They'd be offered up on a silver platter in hopes of appeasing those dragons already infected, and then...

Well, he didn't want to think about it, but he doubted it would be good. Every non-dragon that had been infected so far had died minutes after the infestation, and the hosts of the parasites didn't seem to care.

If we get taken, the rest of the world is going to follow. They won't stop. They're only chasing after us because we're the ones that stay alive when we're infested.

"Temol."

He jerked, looking up. One of the brothers, Waro, looked over at him.

"You awake over there?"

"Too awake."

"Don't want to go to sleep, either. Nightmares in there."

"Ugh...don't remind me."

"You been able to talk to anyone at home?"

"..."

"Oh..."

Temol shook his head, holding a hand over his eyes to stop a few tears. He'd been an only hatchling, admittedly, but his father had been a military dragon. Had been. Now he was locked up in some government research facility that was trying to find some sort of cure or something for the parasite. He doubted he'd ever see the old man again.

"Hey, hey. Why don't you go check on the police downstairs, huh? See if they might have a little bit of food for us?"

"Why? It's not like -"

"Hey, Waro's right," Repha said. "Maybe...let's just get some sort of distraction. A good meal or something, huh?"

"...Alright."

Getting to his feet, the silver dragon made his way towards the barred door at the far end of the room. He lifted the lock on his side, and rapped on the door a few times. The policeman on the other side opened his end of the double-sided view panel, and he did the same.

"Can I come downstairs for a minute?"

"I can get you -"

"Just for a minute, please? I just want to stretch my legs a bit."

"If you're sure. But let's make this quick. Justin's gonna be home soon with the groceries, and he'll probably have some stuff for you to bring up."

"Thanks."

The door unlocked from the outside, and Temol walked through. The two officers outside - a Doberman and a German Shepherd - both gave him a nod before locking up the door behind him, and otherwise ignored him as he went to the bottom floor of the small house.

All the windows were drawn and covered with curtains, blocking out all light, and there were little barriers set up to keep him or anyone else from walking by the door. Four other cops lingered in the kitchen, sitting at the table in the middle of it, while he could hear two more patrolling by the front and back doors of the house.

One of the ones at the table looked up as he walked in, waved, and went back to his coffee. Not feeling up to returning it, the dragon walked over to the fridge, looking through its contents.

Not much, really. Most of the lunchmeat was gone, and so were the donuts and other sweets. The raw ingredients might have made some sort of soup, but he doubted it would have been that good.

Looks like I'll have to wait for the grocery guy to get back, after all.

Sighing, he walked out to the front room. The alligator on patrol gave him a look, but didn't tell him to get out of the room. Temol knew the rules. As long as he stayed away from the windows, he could be down here for a little while.

He couldn't help but start thinking of how bad things had gotten, though. He leaned forward, his head in his hands as he thought about how the country had changed so fast. Dragons were a prime target, everywhere, and some had even been arrested and imprisoned just on the off-chance that they might have already been infested. Hell, it wasn't that far from it, here; he and the others couldn't leave, even if they wanted to.

Despite the government's claim that it was trying to protect them until a cure or a solution could be found, he was starting to think that it was only a means of keeping the infestation from spreading further. There were safehouses for dragons like him all across the country, but he'd yet to hear about one that actually allowed any freedom of movement, any real hope that things would get better. It was always about keeping them away from the public, and the public away from them.

Knock, knock, went the door. The gator officer darted over to it, looking through the peephole, before opening the door.

"Looks like a big load of groceries there, Justin."

"Yeah, thought I'd stock up. And there was a lot of good deals, too."

The elephant stepped in, and Temol blinked at the sheer weight of bags that the big guy was carrying. Even for the giant cop, it looked like he was getting weighed down by the dozens of plastic bags hanging from his arms.

Justin turned to him.

"Yeah...I think I better carry these up for you."

"Yeah...yeah, I think you're right about that."

"Let's -"

The gator interrupted.

"Hey, remember, you gotta sign back in and everything first."

"Oh, right. Forgot about that."

"Just, uh, bring it up when you're done, huh?"

The elephant absently nodded, already working on getting the paperwork done as the silver dragon went back up the stairs. He passed through the door after the police checked his eyes, and then flopped down in the corner of the room again.

Waro was already turning to him, and he waved him off.

"Justin will be coming up in a bit with the groceries."

"Already? That was fast."

"He just got back. Lots of stuff."

He shook his head, pulling himself in tight again. Even with the idea of some food on the way - and Waro was a good cook, he had to admit - it wasn't really enough to distract him from the whole situation, not to mention his general melancholy. Dragons, as a whole, felt doomed.

Temol barely noticed the elephant come up, and then just barely noticed that he didn't immediately leave. Something about a new bottle of wine, and then something about using their restroom before heading downstairs again. It wasn't enough to keep his attention, nor did he really think that much about it compared to his depressing ruminations about what would happen to them when this safehouse eventually stopped being safe.

It took a cup being thrown at his head to shock him out of his own depression. Jumping as it clattered against the wall, he was about to apologize when the other three dragons started giggling at him.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Dunno. Just feels funny. Bang!"

The two red dragons and the sea-green Thanit laughed as they imitated him jumping up at the cup smashing against the wall. He blinked at the behavior. This wasn't like them. Even when they weren't feeling the depression as badly as he was, they weren't so giggly as this.

Wine?

He remembered Justin mentioning that, and he looked towards the table on the far side of the room. There was a bottle there, uncorked and half drained already. Even from here, he could smell some of the bouquet from it, and he wrinkled his nose at the overly sweet smell, rubbing at his nostrils a few times as he tried to clear them.

"What's that stuff?"

"Mmm, Justin brought it. It's really tasty."

"Yeah, you want some?"

"I...I don't really want to be drunk right now, thanks."

"Ohhhhh, it's not that bad. It feels good."

He shook his head, and the three dragons got back to drinking up, giggling and swaying all the way. It must have been some pretty powerful alcohol to hit the three of them like that, particularly for barely half a bottle split among three people.

Maybe I should ask Justin where he got it, he thought.

Getting back to his feet, he walked over to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

"Justin? Justin, you in there?"

Nothing. He blinked. Maybe he'd missed the elephant leaving? But that seemed highly unlikely. After all, the other officers would have needed to open and shut the door for that, and the door downstairs was still barred. And none of the dragons had gone over to do that...

Maybe he's just having a...a long bathroom break?

But that didn't feel right, either. Justin had come up and gone straight in, and even someone that was as casual about things as the elephant tended to be didn't just ignore someone knocking on the door.

Fearing the worst, he pushed at the door. It opened without the slightest difficulty, not locked in the slightest, and what lay beyond -

"Oh, FUCK!"

Temol took a step back out of instinct, and it was all that saved him. The bathroom floor was writhing with snakes, pink and oozing with slime just as he'd seen on the news. The elephant's clothes lay on the floor, empty, and he realized that the officer had been completely consumed by the parasites. Not just hollowed out, but consumed, nothing but his uniform left behind.

And the snakes seemed all the more potent for it.

It was too late to slam the door shut. All he could do was shout. He leaped back a few more steps, avoiding the hissing, striking heads of the small things, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"INFESTATION!"

Normally, the shout would have pulled any dragon to a state of panic beyond anything evolution had programmed into them, but the wine was too much. He shouted it again, and again, and the other three just...giggled.

He ran at them, grabbing Waro by the shoulders and shaking him, but the red dragon only giggled...and then groped him.

His eyes went wide, and he slowly looked at the other two. All three dragons were sporting erections that were as hard as they could possibly be, and their hands were eagerly fondling one another, reaching all around and giving happy little squeezes to asses, crotches, chests, everything that was in reach.

Worst of all, all three of them were drooling some sort of pink goo...

The wine?!

He grabbed the bottle before they could get back to consuming it, and poured some of it on the ground. It was exactly the shade of pink as the ooze coming from the snakes.

No...no, no, we're compromised...

If he didn't get out, he was doomed. Waro, Thanit, and Repha were all doomed already; they were too drunk to save, and the snakes were already slithering around their ankles. He couldn't do anything. All he could do was save himself.

Desperately, he ripped the cushions off of the nearby couch and threw them over the snakes, leaping from one to another like they were platforms. It got him all the way to the door, and he hammered on it, shouting at the top of his lungs as he threw the restraining bar out of the way.

"Infestation! We have an infestation!"

There was no hesitation on the other side, this time. The Doberman opened the door and pulled him through, slamming it shut behind him. The German Shepherd was already spraying some sort of rapidly hardening foam into the cracks around the door, while the Doberman locked it again.

Temol panted as he leaned against the wall, staring through the little porthole in the upper middle part of the door. It was all that he had to look at his friends as they were...consumed.

Snakes slithered up scaly legs, some of them over the long pants that they wore, some under. Not one dragon seemed to notice, too busy pulling their cocks out of their pants and stroking themselves off. Nobody touched their own cocks; they were too busy playing with each other's.

Due to being in a circle, they gave a perfect view of everyone getting touched, and a perfect view of the snakes slithering up the front and backs of their pants. Despite himself, he watched with an increasing set of shivers running down his spine, unable to look away from the infestation in progress.

Repha was the first to be infected, and he took it from behind. Temol gasped as he watched the bulge sliding up the back of the dragon's pants suddenly pull back and thrust forward, and he could just imagine the slimy feeling of that thing sliding up the red dragon's ass. Repha thrust forward at the same moment, and he could see pre shooting through the air, the dragon's body responding to the reported pleasure of the parasites.

Thanit was next, his slender cock getting nuzzled from beneath by a snake that poked out of his pants, right through the zipper area. It nuzzled and licked at the tip of his cock, each little lick leaving it more and more drenched with the pink slime, until the urethra opened up. The snake darted in, swelling the sea-green dragon's cock massively in size.

Waro was the last. The snakes swirled around his cock, constricting it and soaking it in slime until he couldn't even stand. The dragon fell to his knees, his eyes glazed over as other snakes slithered up his body, working their way towards his mouth before darting in. Temol looked away, but not before the image of the red dragon's throat bulging with pink snakes was burned into his memory forever.

He could hear the wet, slippery sounds of the parasites fucking their way into his friends even with his eyes closed. Every time that another one slipped inside of the other dragons, he could hear it, almost feel the 'pop' of a snake slipping inside of someone's ass, or the lewder schlorp of one sliding into one of the dragon's cocks. Each and every one sent a shudder down his spine.

"They're gone..."

"They were gone the minute they drank the wine. Justin was turned before he even got back," Temol muttered.

"Shit."

"He's dead?"

Temol nodded.

"Damn...Okay, that's it. This place is compromised. We have to evacuate."

"What about -"

"Your friends are gone. We'll leave them here. Long as they're too busy with themselves, they're not going to chase after us. I hope."

Temol shuddered at the way both cops reached for their guns at that, and he knew that the dragons would only avoid their own deaths as long as they were too busy being horny and lusty to come after the cops. He wasn't sure which he would prefer for them to do, at this point.

However, he went along with them, following the escort down into the lower floor of the house. The Doberman relayed the situation, and the other cops pulled out their guns.

"Why? You're not going to -"

"We're busted, Temol," the Doberman said. "If they got Justin, that meant they knew he was involved with you and the others. Which means they probably followed him here."

Which meant that the house could be surrounded by who knew how many infested. Temol's silver scales paled that little bit more at the implication.

CRASH!

One of the front windows shattered, and two large bulks leaped through. The Doberman shoved him, sending him stumbling towards the back door.

"RUN!"

Temol had a moment to see three of the six cops running for the front room, only to be caught by snake-like tentacles, before he was out of sight. He ran down the back hallway, thinking he'd go for the back door towards the secret tunnel. That'd at least keep him out of sight, rather than -

The wall shattered in front of him, the German Shepherd flying through it with a white dragon in pursuit. Slender and almost bookish looking, the dragon picked up the policeman and held him in the air. Temol was helpless to do anything but watch as the dragon ripped the canine's clothes off, shredding them to bits before pulling him that little bit higher.

Two snakes slithered out from the white dragon's shoulders, the heads pushing forward until one was just under the policeman's tail, and the other was just over his cock.

"A new breed. See how long it lasts."

And the snakes thrust forward. The policeman's scream shocked him into action, leaving him running even as pink slime ran down the officer's ass cheeks and his cock. The tunnel. Had to get to the tunnel.

He ran to the end of the hallway, and yanked the rug back that covered the hatch. His hands shook as he worked the lock open, pulling it back -

Hissssssssss!

A dozen snakes leaped upwards, and their slime slathered over his shoes before he could get away. He kicked it down again, several of the snakes getting cut in half by the impact. He ran back, getting a quick glimpse of the German Shepherd looking completely glazed and bloated, before he was running for the other back door.

"Gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get -"

BANG! BANG BANG!

The guns were definitely in use, now, and he shuddered as he realized that either his fellow dragons were dying, or the policemen were. Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes, and he had to rapidly blink as his fingers worked the complicated locks on the real back door. He couldn't afford to think about the dying now. He had to think about escaping.

Finally, the door opened, and he kicked it down as he ran away. The gunshots continued, but not for long. Only for a few seconds before they were abruptly silenced.

Temol just kept running, darting down an alleyway. He remembered that the police had chosen the safehouse for the network of extra escape routes that the alleys offered. All the different apartment buildings nearby, built at the closest they could be to each other without breaking city codes, provided dozens of narrow routes he could take, with just as many endpoints if he needed to keep running.

For now, he kept running straight ahead. He had a lead, and he needed to keep it. Just had to get out into the open again. The infested couldn't come for him there. They would have to wait, go back in hiding, stay out of -

The only warning he had was a small shadow moving across the ground ahead of him. He stopped and looked up, and gasped as a dragon leaped off of one of the nearby rooftops.

Backpedaling quickly to avoid getting crushed, Temol ran backwards, darting into a different side alley before the green dragon could catch up with him. There were so many snakes, so many tendrils chasing after him, and he narrowly avoided getting his foot caught by one before he disappeared again.

For a moment, he considered dragging a dumpster into the path of his pursuer, but he decided not to. It might slow the infested down for a moment or two, but it would slow him down much more. And that was if there wasn't something else ahead of him that he might have to run away from. He could climb over a dumpster, but not as fast as an infested could.

So he kept running, running as fast as his increasingly squishy shoes could carry him. He groaned as each squelch forced the pink slime into his scales, sending increasingly strong bursts of arousal through his body, but he forced himself to ignore it, biting his tongue hard enough to hurt every time that his cock started to throb a bit.

Again and again, the infested popped up just when he thought he was free. One jumped out from behind a dumpster, managing to grab him in a hug that would have pinned him if it wasn't so slippery. He had to leave his shirt behind as he ran back the way he came, and barely ducked under a set of tendrils that tried to catch him.

He tried to climb up a wall, only to have to run off as several infested on the rooftops slimed it up with their pink goo. It didn't reach his hands, but it did slime the front of his pants. Almost enough to get to his underwear, and the thought was almost enough to get his cock to soften. Almost.

He ran with a growing erection, and the biting of his tongue wasn't enough to make it go away anymore. Everything that he tried, from thinking of the most disgusting things to pinching and hurting himself didn't work. The slime was too strong.

But...

But he was almost out. He could see the end of the alley ahead, and someone was standing there. Right on the street corner. Temol pushed himself harder than ever, whimpering and panting as he ran as fast as he could, feeling the squelching goo in his shoes, imagining that the other dragons were right behind him.

"Oh god, please, just let me get out of this..."

Stretching out his hand, he started to call out for the figure...only to stop as the silhouette slowly turned, and stuck out a tongue that resembled a cock more than anything else.

"No..."

This time, there was no escape. The blue dragon whipped him around and shoved him against the wall, just far enough in the alley for nobody to be able to see from the streets. A pink hand pressed against his mouth, slathering him in the slime he'd been running from, and the silver dragon's cock immediately leaped up, his eyes rolling back for a moment as he tried to catch his breath.

No...no, don't...I don't want -

The blue dragon chuckled, four different tendrils sprouting from his back. The snake-headed things wrapped around him, pinning him down as the pink-slimed hands roamed over him. They stroked down his chest, oozing over his scales until he felt incredibly sensitive. He gasped as they pinched at his chest, and then ran further down, running down to his waistband.

Rather than groping him, the dragon unbuttoned his pants and pulled the underwear forward. The blue head came down...and the slime spit came shooting over him.

Temol screamed as his cock was suddenly bathed in it, submerged in the slime. He wanted to cum, wanted to shoot his load so badly, but he couldn't. Not from that. He writhed, flailing against his restraints, as his cock throbbed to a hardness that shouldn't have been possible. Veins popped out and made his cock dance as it hung out in the open.

Few thoughts remained, but one did. His resistance. His resistance to the need, to succumbing to this the way that his father did. To...to...

He had to stay himself...had to...

The dragon smiled at him, not quite gently, but not as hungrily either. That cock tongue came free again, slithering through the air like the snakes, and it nuzzled against his cheek. Temol shuddered, clenching his jaw to keep his mouth shut.

The cock-snake-tongue bumped his lips several times, each time leaving that same pink goo there. It felt...it felt so strangely good, but he had to hold out. Had to keep himself from giving in. He clenched his jaw tighter until the dragon gave up, pulling back as it seemed to consider something.

Finally, it smiled again, and instead of kissing, it groped at him.

Temol would have fallen over at the touch if it weren't for the snakes holding him up. He whimpered, his eyes closing as he tried not to think about that slippery, smooth hand running up and down his cock, making him pant and moan from the sheer pleasure of it. Everything felt a hundred times better than usual, and it took all of his willpower not to moan.

Which, sadly, left nothing behind to keep him from cumming.

He lasted for a minute, all of which was a total pleasurable torture, driving him to the edge of madness as his cock was stroked faster and faster. The head was ground against a scaly palm, the bottom groped and squeezed by another. His eyes closed tighter, his jaw clenched hard, even as he felt the other dragon move down.

What's he doing? What's he -

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He screamed as he went over the edge, his cock cumming. Cumming? It almost felt like it was exploding, and he looked down to see his cock shooting more seed than he remembered doing in any orgasm of his life. It was like seeing a firehose go off, painting the other wall of the alley and drizzling down over the other dragon's head. It was a soaking session, the scent of it almost enough to get past the pink goo that lathered over his cock.

The dragon looked up at him with a smile, and delicately nudged the head of his cock with that cock-snake-tongue again. He felt it, felt it pressing against his shaft, felt it pushing _into_his cock. He gasped, trying to wriggle away, but it was too late. The orgasm had weakened him too much, and with that much pink ooze on his cock, his body had already changed.

His cock head stretched wider and wider as the snake thing pressed firmly against his tip, and the blue dragon held it still for the snake to easily slide in. His cock head swelled, getting wider by one inch, two inches before the head of the shake was inside, and it swelled all the way down as the snake went further and further.

What should have been pain was utter bliss, instead. He knew it was wrong, knew that it was going to damn him as soon as this was over, but he couldn't help but shudder, his cock staying completely hard as the snake kept slithering further and further in, little wriggles making his cock bulge in different directions.

Soon, it was all the way in, and he waited, expecting another, and then another. They always infested people with tons of these things, yet...

Yet this wasn't happening.

Even as he felt the snake coil up in his balls, oozing its fluid into them and changing him further, the blue dragon stood up. It held him and turned him back towards the safehouse, and despite his common sense, Temol had no choice but to follow.

The slime from the spit all over his cock had drooled down his legs, and every step was a wet squelch. He couldn't stop himself as he walked, almost as if something was pulling him by the snake now in his balls. The other dragons that had been trying to stop him, who'd attacked him all the way through, were no longer so rabid. Instead, they looked like they were smiling at him, as if...as if welcoming him into the group?

He wasn't sure that he liked that idea. He wasn't sure that he liked it at all.

Soon, they were back through the house, where dozens of dragons had congregated. They seemed like they were split into three groups, though, all centered around three dragons that were taking up different parts of the front room. One was a two-toned blue, one was a red, and the last was the same white one that had infected the German Shepherd earlier.

The two-toned one turned to him, and smiled.

Welcome to the nest, little one.

"Wha - how -"

Your nest has begun. You will be part of us. There is no going back.

Temol collapsed, now that he had the freedom to do it. The dragons watched him as he wordlessly cried, his hands over his face as he felt all of his life slipping away. There was no going back from being infested. He had one in him, and it would never leave...and soon, there would be more.

Before he had been crying for more than a few seconds, multiple dragons picked him up, carrying him to the two-toned dragon's cluster. Temol felt his clothes being stripped away, hands stroking him and smearing him with the pink slime, until he was in front of the one that had 'talked' to him.

I am Teryx-Host. You will be part of my nest.

"I don't...I don't want..."

You will want it soon enough. You will have a family again. You will be cared for, and loved. Just as you used to be.

Used to be.

Temol shivered, but he couldn't speak. He didn't trust himself to. Even as he started to pull back, the other dragons around him were already swarming around, pulling him against them. He felt his back being pressed against a towering gold dragon, a thick cock pressing under his tail. Another, a pink one, knelt before him, sucking on his cock and keeping him hard, while Teryx-Host stood up, offering his cock to the silver's mouth.

There was nothing he could do. He had no choice.

And so he surrendered, and felt the slime take him over again, flowing down his throat in what felt like gallons along with the different snakes of the nest.

It didn't take long for his thoughts to fade away, for his worries to die off. The pieces of him that were, well, him, were consumed by the nest. The power of the snakes took what they needed for sustenance, rapidly swelling through his body and carving it out for their pleasures, but left him with enough to be useful.

Useful? No...pleasurable.

The thought came with a giggle, his first giggle since this whole thing had started months ago, and Temol was shocked with himself. Not shocked enough to stop sucking, or thrusting, or bucking his hips, but enough to know that he was changing.

The snakes poured down his throat, into his ass, into his cock. Every one of them took away a little more of his worries, leaving him a little bit more that happy part of the 'nest' that Teryx-Host wanted.

In, out, in, out. Cocks, snakes, slime, all pressing into him from all directions. Another cock pressed under him as he was shifted around, his mouth coming off of Teryx-Host's cock so that he could face the rest of the room. His ass stretched around the two snakes - or two cocks, he couldn't tell - as he looked at the rest of the room.

Herin-Host - he suddenly knew the white dragon's name, as well as the names of everyone else - was fondling the converted junk of the Doberman that had tried to save him earlier. The policeman wouldn't have long to live, perhaps hours, but the canine had a grin on his face that looked like he didn't care.

Darren-Host - the red one - was in the middle of fucking four different dragons at once, and two of them were Waro and Repha. The two reds had their heads rolled back, swallowing down different tendrils while eagerly holding their ass cheeks apart, letting their new nests slither on in while other dragons licked at them and groped them.

Thanit, shy Thanit, had himself buried beneath the orgy pile before Herin-Host, becoming more of a pink dragon than a sea-green one. His body was covered in cum and he seemed to be swimming in snakes, his eyes closed to slits as he gave into the pleasure, sucking cock as it was presented and giving himself to anyone that came by.

And he...he, Temol...

He rocked his hips back again and again, grabbing those that came near him as his mind disappeared into the depths of the nest. He took cock, he took snakes, and he let them fill him.

Some part of him gave in before the rest, letting itself 'die' in the bliss that the snakes offered. There was no sadness in here. No worry. No fear. The snakes took it all, and buried it beneath the pleasure and the bindings between the different parts of the nest. He was no longer just a person. He was Temol-Host, a part of the nests under Teryx-Host.

His cock swelled as he gave up, and he felt the last of his normal seed splatter away. There was no more of himself left, only the snakes within.

Teryx-Host smiled at him.

Welcome, Temol-Host.

Thank you, Teryx-Host.

We are all a nest.

And the nest must grow.

Yes...grow, and improve, improve, and grow.

The orgy continued, and the three parts of the nest slowly intermingled. There was always a strangeness, there. Closer than he had ever been to any living being, but not as close as he was to those under Teryx-Host. Together, but apart. Like-minded, but not quite...nest-mind.

It was still better than the fear and horror of before.