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One for the Price of Three (SynTech)

By Danath

Commissioned by and characters © Sanmer

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"Wait, what are we doing here again?"

"Training. C'mon, don't be dense. Everyone knows your last review was the worst."

"Yeah, yours wasn't much better, Frankie."

"At least I passed, Edward."

"Subpar Proficiency is passing now, Frankie?"

"Shut up, Isaac!"

Three voices broke out in a squabble that filled the white-walled room they waited in. Arranged in stools set around a small table, they'd been guided in almost an hour previously.

The white tiles on the floor matched those on the ceiling and walls, except for a large black hemisphere on the wall opposite the door. The dark material was impossible to see through, and none of the three wondered at its purpose at all.

On the other side of the black bubble-window, Sanmer shook his head. The arctic fox reached up and shoved his goggles towards his ears, revealing large blue eyes. He glanced down at his tablet and tapped the tip of a claw against the screen, marking several notes and adjustments.

"No wonder they contracted me," he thought. "Security must not be getting many good hires lately."

Sanmer turned, sweeping his long white lab coat around his short and skinny frame. A mop of golden hair fell around his forehead, between his large white ears, while a pair of braids swung down around his shoulders and arms, reaching to his waist. A thin blue cord held each braid tight at the ends.

"Computer, display current biometric readouts."

A large display to the fox's left flashed a variety of symbols, colors, charts, and outlines of the three security guards currently sitting in the empty room, unaware their every movement and breath was catalogued, categorized, analyzed, and fed into an algorithm. Along the bottom of the screen, a large loading bar crept closer and closer to 100 percent, fading from a cool green at zero to a bright orange in the 90s, where it currently sat.

Sanmer frowned and leaned forward, studying a smaller monitor below the primary, one that displayed technical information about the performance of the supercomputer performing quadrillions of calculations every nanosecond in real time. He tapped a finger on his chin and frowned. For such a big company, SynTech's power grid could use an upgrade.

"Hey, keep your feet to yourself!" Frankie snapped. The shaggy, long-haired sheepdog brushed the bushy fringe from around his eyes and peered out at the dour Dalmatian across the table.

"My feet are just fine, mind your own business," Edward said. The Dalmatian's haughty demeanor belied a coward's heart, though, and he turned his head away, refusing to even look at the sheepdog's threatening glare.

Between them, a tired-looking bull terrier leaned back on the stool, both paws rubbing over his jowls and muzzle.

"I don't care what kind of performance review I get. Just please don't saddle me with these two pups for any longer!"

Isaac's comment drew sour glares from the other two canines, though a tense silence descended on the room.

The silence lasted almost twenty minutes before Edward's startled yelp ricocheted off the walls when the lights flickered, then went dark, casting them into darkness.

"Calm down, Edward," Frankie snapped.

"Both of you chill. I can still smell, you know," the bull terrier between them said. "Keep your glands shut. It's just a power outage. Two of you acting like little pups... back in my day... well... things were different... had a sense... of..."

The bull terrier's words slowly faded to nothing as the lights came back on, accompanied by an alarming growl of machinery trembling to life all around them. The tiles on the floor, walls, and ceiling suddenly pressed outwards, revealing steel arms connected on pivots, which turned and withdrew into slots. Large, puffy, and shiny balloons spread outwards from each revealed square pocket, inflating rapidly to form a sponge-like surface all around them.

As the three canines gawped at the sudden appearance of the new walls and floor, the seats they were on shuddered, forcing them to hop off as they pulled down into the floor. The seats and tabletop flipped vertically as they were pulled into slots on the floor, leaving the three stumbling on the soft and pliable new surface beneath them.

"Uh... is this part of the training?" Frankie asked. For the first time, his voice held a note of uncertainty.

"Whatever it is, I don't like it!" Edward said. The Dalmatian's paws danced on the floor, each time dropping his SynTech-issued black security boots onto the spongy, resilient surface.

"It's obviously part of the training," Isaac snapped. The bull terrier reached out a gray-furred arm and grasped Frankie's shoulder to stabilize himself. "Just remain calm and remember your trai- oof!"

The walls moved inwards, knocking the bull terrier forward. He stumbled into Edward, still holding onto Frankie, causing the three of them to end up squished together in the center of the room - directly in front of the large black hemisphere.

Isaac squirmed as he felt the sheepdog and Dalmatian's bodies grind up against his own, held firmly by the sponge-like walls. He kicked his foot out, trying to hit the black glass-like surface with his boot.

"Hey! What's the idea! This isn't regulation training!" the bull terrier shouted. "According to the security handbook, all trainings must be-achoo!"

Billows of misting white fog sprayed from the seams of the spongy walls, enveloping the three canines within and rendering them invisible. Only Sanmer, in the observation room, could know what was happening next, tracking in infrared and sonic, measuring biological changes and other biometric details by the nanosecond. With the calibrated equipment humming along thanks to a few short-term hacks in the power supply of the SynTech campus, the arctic fox's experiment - that is, fully tested and verified security enhancement program - could begin.

The mechanical hum of the walls shifting filled the air, muting the gasps and coughs emanating from the center of the compacted security guards. The vibrating walls shifted the three males around, slowly rotating them as the mist covered their bodies and worked down their pelts into their skin. Plenty was inhaled as well, leaving them wheezing as the pungent mixture stuffed up their nostrils and throats.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I'm too young!" Edward gasped, his voice a mere croak as the mist intensified, soaking and dripping and working into every follicle of his fur, every thread of his clothes. Before long, the shifting and vibrating sponge-like walls forced them to circle each other, sometimes wetly sliding across the black hemisphere, the only non-foam material encasing them.

"Relax, they wouldn't kill us," Frankie said, trying to sound mad despite their predicament. "We work for them. Why would they kill us?"

"I don't knoooow!"

"Both of you, shut it! Start thinking up a way to get out of this. Obviously it's a test... to test us... for... something."

But Isaac's order fell on deaf ears as the Dalmatian and sheepdog struggled all the harder in the tight space. The gentle mechanical rumbling and shifting walls kept them moving, turning around each other as they spun themselves, ensuring they were in constant, slow-moving contact with each other.

"Watch the hands!" Frankie growled. The sheepdog tried to stretch away from the other two, but it was impossible in the compacted space, especially with not being able to see and just able to breathe with all the spraying mist enveloping them.

"You watch... your hands!"

"Both of you watch... hey, now definitely watch that!"

Another uncomfortable silence descended on the three canines as each realized they were growing aroused. Very aroused. Frankie's lips trembled as his erection squeezed against Edward's hips or Isaac's backside through his SynTech security pants. He couldn't stop the moans that broke the silence, though he was quickly joined by the other two.

"Fight it... must be... part of the... test..." Isaac gasped. But as the mist filled his lungs, he couldn't follow his own advice. The bull terrier, the oldest and most experienced guard of the three, shivered as he ground his hips forward, pumping and squirming as the sponge-like walls caressed and held him in place, keeping him close and tight with the other two canines.

"Can't... feels... gooooood..."

Edward's whine increased in pitch as he felt his backside smear across the hard black hemisphere. His boots entangled with the others as his legs spread around Isaac's thigh. Or was it Frankie's? Was that his paw or the sheepdog's? The Dalmatian's eyes closed as the groans and moans of the other two washed over him. His ears perked as he listened, and for a second, he thought he could hear the syncopated heartbeats of the sheepdog and bull terrier beating in time with his own. What was happening?

The black and white canine couldn't hold the thread of thought. It dissipated into the vibrating walls, the shifting and moaning bodies grinding up against him. He felt better and better the longer it lasted - he couldn't recall a time his maleness felt so hard, so aroused, throbbing and flexing, but not cumming. He was on the edge, and it felt like he'd pop at any moment, but no matter how the Dalmatian's legs and arms flexed, he just couldn't push himself over the edge.

The bull terrier and sheepdog faced similar situations. Their arousals peaked in their pants, but there was no end in sight to the overloaded pleasure coursing through their bodies. Frankie in particular felt something amazing, as his pleasure doubled... then tripled. His eyes widened, staring upwards as his backside rotated, replacing Edward's on top of the black bubble-window. His cock flexed against his pants, threatening to break out even as it fought for space with the other two canine arousals. The sheepdog's thick knot stretched the zipper outwards as he howled, mind going blank with the bliss of three separate arousals coursing through him.

On the other side of the window, Sanmer punched buttons on his tablet and scanned the feeds, monitoring every detail and rewriting parts of the algorithm on the fly. His large white tail flicked up against his backside, brushing against the waist-length blonde braids, as he smiled, humming faintly to himself. The hyper-smart fox scientist always lost himself in the flow of his experiments. Each drop of mist, each molecule of the serum, each vibration of the walls and floor crunching the three security guards together - the scientist plotted each one out, registered each motion, took in every detail. His brain went into overdrive as the first stage of the experiment came to a successful conclusion.

The hard part came next, both for himself and his three test subjects. Sanmer's grin expanded as the fox's black claws tapped even more rapidly across his tablet screen. Another massive screen lit up next to the first, revealing even more instantaneous information about the state of the three canines in the test chamber.

The sponge-walls abruptly receded, dropping the three into a pile in the center of the room. The fox's grin grew even wider as he watched the three incredibly aroused canines humping and thrusting against each other with blissful abandon. The mist cleared, only to be replaced by a second, green-tinted fog - the catalyst to the previous solution.

Frankie's eyes widened as he pumped his hips into the air. His paws groped at his body and the bodies of the other two guards. He could feel their hips and rumps and arms and legs and, most of all, their quivering erections under his fingers, which grew wet as all three produced simultaneous orgasms. The green fog swirled around his body as the first inklings of the shared consciousness exploded into full knowing. There was no more him... but there was still them. His leg kicked, but didn't move despite the flex in his knee. With what little sense he had left to him, the sheepdog lifted his head and stared down towards his ankles, watching in shock as the black boots around his feet dissolved in the green fog. Frankie's pants and shirt also melted away, as did the uniforms of the other two canines, but what the lack of clothing revealed was more shocking to the sheepdog than the sight of his coworker's erections:

The three of them were fused at the ankles. There was no other way to put it. Where six paws of various shades of color should have been, instead there was a single dark green tail. The emerald green scales shone in the bright white light that penetrated the green fog. The tip wriggled, and it was with growing alarm that Frankie realized he was the one wriggling the end of the snake-like tail.

It grew quickly, drawing the attention of the other two canines as, like a biological zipper, it spread upwards, forcing their lower extremities closer and closer together, while causing their fur to fall out as more serpent-like scales filled in. The tip stretched away from them as Frankie, Edward, and Isaac pressed together, hip to hip to hip as the scales climbed up their knees.

The unbelievable pleasure of three shared nervous systems all firing at full, orgasmic blast prevented any of the three from voicing objections to their situation. The tingling sensations thrilling through their arousals made it hard to think of anything at all. So when their upper torsos began to change, none of the three, not even Edward, complained.

At first the change was subtle, but as Frankie's torso slid into Isaac's side on the right, while Edward's pressed in close on the left, the full effect of the forced transformation made itself clear. The merging bodies darkened in color as black fur grew in along their backsides, which were slowly joining together to create one elongated torso. Three hearts, three stomachs, and three sets of lungs pounded inside their growing body as the black fur replaced what was left of their original colorings.

Frankie's left arm stretched outwards. The bull terrier's arm flexed above while the Dalmatian's moved below, swinging up to stroke across the three sets of abdominal muscles heaving and flexing as they squeezed ever closer together. With the mass of three bodies to work with, the merging sequence made excellent use of its subjects, enhancing and growing the most desirable assets of a SynTech security guard. Edward groaned as he felt the ripple of his belly becoming one with the shared body they all three possessed, feeling each pulse of pleasure that passed on to the other two. His claws dug into the tan fur sprouting across the deeply-etched twelve-pack and then lower, past the fringe of short fur overhanging the start of their scaled lower-half.

Their hips joined together fully, merging into one wide and powerful set. Three separate canine arousals throbbed against the tan fur coating their new shared stomach, each fat and hard red shaft showing off an impressively large knot above the emerald green scales of their shared serpent half.

Isaac turned his head left, then right, and groaned as he realized Frankie and Edward were closer than ever - they were two distinct heads sprouting out of one massive torso, with himself in the center - a cerberus. He craned his head downwards as he felt his muzzle stretching, growing longer and more angular, while a dense coat of short black fur grew in over his face and ears. He watched as his hips completed their migration, accepting the mass of the other two canines and using it to fuel a growth in his own.

The dark green mist thickened over the next several minutes as the secondary transformations completed, leaving a three-headed, six-armed Doberman laying on his backside, each of his three heads moaning and crooning with a powerful, never-ending heat. One pair of muscular arms stroked across his broad and masculine chest, teasing and stroking the short fur coating his broad pecs. The second pair of arms grasped lower, moving from one thick canine arousal jutting from the massive Doberman's hips to the second... and to the third. Each fat maleness was a rich red color and sported a full, fully-aroused knot. Clear pre-cum leaked from the tips, cups at a time, splattering down around the cerber-dobie's hips.

Those three massive arousals featured the first serpent trait as well, however. Rather than a sheath, the massive knots stretched out of a serpentine slit, ridged in thick and solid emerald scales. A pair of heavy testicles, easily as large as bowling balls and coated in tan fuzz, dangled lower down, where the lighter green scales coating the underside of the Doberman-naga's new bottom half faded into a richer hunter green. Down his backside, where the cerberus's tails used to be, ran a thick black stripe, itself lined with thin racing stripes of bright yellow and red.

Edward's muzzle snapped out as a howl escaped his throat. Large snake-like fangs protruded into the air as his howls turned into hisses, then growls. Frankie and Isaac followed suit, each showing off the fearsome fangs capable of delivering debilitating amounts of venom to anyone they struck.

Their shared lower half, now well past ten feet long, giving them a total length of over seventeen feet, stretched and wiggled, turning in tight S-shapes to gain purchase on the floor. The huge cerberus-naga lurched towards the observation window, wrapping all six arms around the black glass as three over-stimulated canine arousals smeared pre-cum along the smooth surface. The naga's tail wrapped up around the edges of the black hemisphere as all three knotted shafts pumped furiously, grinding and squeezing and flexing into the glass, still unable to find the release the new cerberus desperately craved. Pints of thick cum splattered and drooled across the inky black surface as their triple arousals swelled larger yet, matched in growth by the voluminous set of fuzzy tan orbs draping below, which fed all three shafts an explosive and potent amount of canine seed.

Ventilation fans sucked away the remaining green mist, leaving the merged creature complete and exposed in the room. Massive pecs flattened across the glass, black nipples poking through the tan fuzz covering the cerberus's new chest and belly, which was marked with many indents and lines denoting the deep ridges of his twelve-pack. All six arms sported vast amounts of muscle, though the upper pair was largest, followed by the middle, belonging to Frankie, and the smallest, Edward's, the Dalmatian's. Isaac's head snapped at air and pulled back as a broad grin stretched across his pointed muzzle.

Inside the observation room, Sanmer's fingers slowed as the experiment concluded. Thus far, it was a success. The biometric scans showed stability and no rejections. The triple-heart solution he'd devised worked perfectly, more than capable of pumping blood throughout the more than 20-foot-long cerber-naga's elongated and muscular body. And with the built-in conditioning and other mental manipulators, the new SynTech security guard would be most effective.

The arctic fox's eyes gradually left the tablet and monitors to stare out of the rounded observation window. Three fat, long red shafts splayed across the glass, each as thick as the fox's wrist, with an even more terrifying knot pulsing at the bases, just above the serpentine slit. And those fabulous testicles... Sanmer smiled as he watched the huge sac stretch and flatten, easily larger than his own head. Sanmer's signature was all over his newest experiment.

There was only one thing left to do...

The white-furred fox dropped his tablet on top of a bank of computers and reached for his lab coat's lapels, pulling them away and dropping the tight-knit fabric to the floor. His black t-shirt and blue jeans went next, leaving him clothed only in a pair of black boxer shorts that did little to hide his eager arousal. Standing at the base of the bubbled observation window, the fox reached out his paw and smacked a button set into the wall next to the port.

The sounds of the three Doberman heads moaning and growling and hissing filled the air as the bubble cracked open. Within seconds, several feet of serpentine tail squeezed threw, thrusting it open more fully and carrying the muscular cerberus through the opening.

Sanmer's breath caught in his throat as six huge paws grasped at his body. Hard pecs squeezed around his head as he felt the hot, pulsing slabs of canine meat grinding against his belly and chest. The fox grunted as the overexcited naga's tail wrapped around his ankles, squeezing his legs closed and immobilizing him at an awkward 45-degree tilt.

Three drooling Doberman muzzles pressed in around Sanmer's ears and neck, licking and nipping and tasting, though not biting fully with those deadly fangs. Sanmer always, always, always triple-checked that his scent was the first control implanted into any of his experiment's altered minds. The arctic fox squirmed and groaned, enjoying the aggression even as his fingers reached upwards.

One click, two click, three - and the cerberus sported attractive, SynTech-branded leather collars around each broad, powerful neck. Each collar held a D-ring connected to a single lead that the white fox held lightly in his fingers. The subtle, hidden electronics buried in the collars send commands through the creature's pelt, awakening his nearly feral brain and returning some semblance of the former guards' personalities.

The Doberman's tripled features immediately stilled as the obedience routines activated. Knowledge flooded all three heads, filling Edward, Frankie, and Isaac with a desire to obey, to please, and to protect whatever it was they were directed to focus on. Right now, Sanmer decided, the cerberus-naga would focus on him.

"Hup."

A gentle tug was all it took, along with a little shifting of his hips. Sanmer's tongue flopped out as he felt one set of paws grasp at his hips and underwear, ripping it free and exposing his plump backside. The cerberus groaned, crooning as he leaned over, all three heads once more nuzzling and licking and nipping along the fox's ears and neck. The three huge canine arousals pressed up along the fox's backside. The three knots ground together as the massive naga's tail flexed, lifting his hips up and dropping them down, trying to impale the wriggling arctic fox with one of the thick spears.

"Easy, boy," Sanmer murmured.

Immediately the Dobermans' heads calmed. The claws grasping at his hips squeezed more firmly as the middle set reached around, stroking and caressing the fox's cock and sac. The upper pair squeezed at Sanmer's shoulders as the 20-foot serpentine lower half coiled up, providing a base for the naga to lean forward. With much more care and aim, the merged security guard ground the tip of his lower shaft under the fox's tail.

Sanmer's eyes widened as he felt the thickness invade. His white rump cheeks spread wide as the powerful male behind him wrapped him up even tighter in arms and serpentine coils. Before he could gasp, or even tug at the lead in his outstretched arm, Sanmer felt the massive knot bump up against his ring.

"Oh... yes, good boy!" the arctic fox crooned. He felt the shuddering and heaving breaths of the powerful male mounting him as the firm pecs squeezed into the tops of his shoulders and tugged on the lead. "Keep going..."

In... out... in... out... Sanmer's eyes bulged each time the thick canine length stretched him open, fat and hard and long and producing more than enough seed to lubricate his aching, clenching hole. And each time, that huge knot threatened just a little deeper...

The conditioning of the new cerberus was more than a success, Sanmer decided. The massive, muscular beast obeyed orders without question, and if there was ever a time that orders would need to be obeyed, it was right now... Sanmer groaned as he arched his back, belly shoved into the soft floor. Those claws and fingers dug into his hips and sides, holding him down, but the fox controlled the pace, tugging on the lead to slow or speed up his test subject. With three heads teasing at his ears, the arctic fox's body was soon drenched in saliva and seed, but he wanted more.

"Two now, hup!"

The shifting of the serpentine coils around his legs excited the fox as he felt the massive shaft pull free of his clenching hole, leaving him unfulfilled for a moment. Then the huge arms returned, wrapping him up and mummifying him in canine muscle and snake scales, as two massive tips squeezed together beneath his tail. The third ran up his backside, liberally spurting a steady stream of thick pre-cum.

"Good... boooyyyyy!"

The white fox's eyes clamped closed as he wriggled desperately in the Doberman-naga's arms, but the six muscular biceps flexed, holding and squeezing him in tight. Two of the huge naga's three shafts stretched open Sanmer's backside, quickly causing the fox to reach his limit as both fat knots plunged up beneath his tail. The fox's own arousal spiked, making his gasp and clench and squeeze even harder as he came, shooting a surprisingly large load for a five-foot fox across the spongy floor of the test chamber.

The extra stimulation set off tremors in the cerberus. Beads of muscle rippled beneath his pelt as he clenched at the fox's backside, shoving him down into the floor as his knots threatened the integrity of his backside. He felt so good, so powerful and strong, and with as hard and pent-up as he'd been since the first gas started, the Doberman's three heads went wild with the need to cum. Frankie's eyes closed as he nuzzled the fox's ears, whining along with Edward's furrowed brow, while Isaac, between them, satisfied himself with clamping his teeth around the nape of Sanmer's neck.

"Nnnnggghghhhh c- cum!" Sanmer groaned, tugging on the lead as he struggled to form the words.

The fox regretted not being more specific on the 'how' as he felt the naga's body surge against his own. The twin knots ground against his tailhole as the fat shafts erupted immediately within his guts, flooding his belly with rich, musky seed. The fox's muzzle stretched open, eyes wide, as the three Doberman muzzles lifted in unison. Three identical howls echoed as the twin knots popped inside the five-foot fox at the same time, sending his body into convulsions of pleasure as a second orgasm ricocheted through him, making him ripple and clench and squeeze across the flexing red canine cocks buried inside him. The third of the cerberus's arousals erupted along his backside, drenching him from the shoulders down with potent canine-naga seed.

The Doberman's arms clutched at the small male as he kept humping, pulling and pushing his twin knots inside the arctic fox's stretched backside, to the point the twin tips flexed against his belly, rudely distending his pelt as it rounded with the sheer amount of seed the overhung, muscular security guard forced inside the scientist.

Sanmer's chest lifted upwards as the cerberus-naga leaned backwards, relaxing on his own coiled up lower half. The scientist leaned into his chest, bloated belly held in strong paws as the other two sets massaged the fox's shoulders and thighs.

"Hope we didn't break him," Edward said.

"Nah, he can take it... look at him," Frankie retorted.

Sanmer grinned, eyes staring blankly as his belly gurgled, filled completely with thick seed. His ass rapidly squeezed around the twin knots stretching and flexing inside of him as the third ground into his lower spine.

"Don't worry... based on what we learned in training, he'll be ready for a second round in approximately twelve-point-five minutes," Isaac said. The center head glanced to the left, then the right. "Listen up. Strategically, we have the numbers advantage. I say we test out his throat - if we hit him with combined firepower, we should easily overwhelm his defenses."

"Let's do it!" Edward said. "Put me in, coach!"

"What he said," Frankie said, face breaking into a huge grin. "Whatever the team needs, count on me!"

Sanmer's gurgles drew their attention as the blissed-out fox leaned into the powerful pecs and hard abdominals of the nearly thirty-foot-long creature. The scientist closed his eyes, almost purring as he felt the huge shafts inside him. Truly one of his better experiments, he thought. But the problem with security guards is that they don't have the imagination to explore all possibilities... and often defaulted to standard expectations instead of considering full potentialities...

"Nnngghhh... all three... huh... huh... hup!"

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"Well, Armitage? What do you think?"

A large dinosaur with thick, light brown skin clacked his beak as he watched the security footage of the transformed, merged security guards violating the squirming, squealing scientist. The large, muscular dino's shaft stretched down his pants, thick and heavy as he enjoyed the primal rutting on the video monitor.

"Showing me the off-duty behavior doesn't always help me judge behavior on-duty," he murmured. "Thought I wouldn't mind having such a... strong guard working underneath me." His thin lips spread in a predatory smile as he slid a paw down, imagining getting the hunky cerber-naga pinned down, squealing just like that cute little fox as he...

Across the table, a tall tigress leaned over. A black dress squeezed around her hips and cupped her prodigious breasts as her muzzle stretched into a bright, wide smile.

"Don't worry. They'll be reliable."

Armitage glanced up at the look on the tigress's face and shivered. The COO of the company could put a chill in anyone's spine with a grin like that.

"Are they already on the rosters?"

The tigress's tail flicked as she turned and headed out of the office of the Vice President of Corporate Security, pausing at the open door to glance over her shoulder.

"I'll leave the details like that up to you. But trust me... they're highly... effective."

The feline's smirk faded for just a moment as she shifted her hips, then took a small step forward and grimaced, as though feeling some slight discomfort in her ample backside. The door closed behind her, leaving Armitage alone with the very interesting footage of the cerberus-naga and the scientist. The dinosaur's eyes narrowed, focusing on the white fox's open muzzle, stretched in a plaintive cry that Armitage could imagine clearly despite the volume being turned off. As the emerald coils, striped with the deep black fur and bright yellows and reds, wrapped around the fox's torso and face, leaving him entirely at the mercy of the over-muscled merged three-headed creation, Armitage leaned forward, grunting as his fat thickness flexed against his pant leg. The muscular dinosaur grinned and reached down, giving himself a squeeze as he watched the fox's belly bulge.

"So Sanmer wants thirty new test subjects, huh?" the dinosaur asked. "Better make it ninety... just to be safe..."

The End