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The Entrancing Addler

feat. Taiko's Dio & Sandler

Round 2 Random Draw

Beep.

Beep.

Boop. Boop boop.

Sandler frowned at the scratched price tag on the bottom of the cellophane wrapper around the pre-packaged donuts, then sighed and typed the number manually into the register as the customer on the other side of the counter waited. He squinted at the smudged numbers, peering from his pale yellow eyes, pupils contracting slightly as he focused. The cobra's tongue slipped out, tasting the scents in the air - including the customer's growing agitation at the delay, while two more waited in line. Though the convenience store had two registers, Sandler was the only one at the front of the shop.

The cobra finished punching in the numbers and swiped the rest of the items across the scanner in a rush, then ran the credit card and bagged them. He was starting to catch up when the manager of the convenience store arrived from the back, took a look around, and audibly muttered something about "slacker employees" as he opened up the second register.

Sandler's attitude soured as he rang up the next person in line. His manager, Dio, knew the rush always came at the same time every day - just after 4:30 and continuing until well after 5. The convenience store was located on the SynTech campus in a busy pedestrian area near several large office buildings, after all, so it made sense there'd be a lot of stops at the end of the day. And yet every day for the last two weeks, Dio hung out in the back and let Sandler struggle with the lines by himself. The cobra tried bringing it up, but Dio always brushed his concerns aside and insinuated it was his own fault for not working fast enough.

Sandler handed the last bag of groceries to a customer, then glanced across to the other register where the lion was drumming his fingers on the counter as he waited for the card reader. Dio was a few inches shorter than Sandler and younger, but somehow had been hired as the manager, replacing the former shift leader that Sandler liked to work with. Dio's management method mostly involved sarcasm and shouting.

"Had to rescue you again, huh?" the lion said, his voice flat. "I'll be doing real work in the back room. Make sure the shelves are all stocked and keep an eye on the register in the meantime."

The lion turned and walked off without bothering to wait for Sandler's reply, leaving the cobra seething. The wispy green colorations around the edges of his brown and gold scaled hood darkened a touch as he flushed with the indignation of being treated so unfairly by a pompous little jerk like that... that... lion. Sandler hissed under his breath as he cleaned up the register area, tidying up the shelves, before heading towards the stockroom on the side of the shop. It was like an extended closet that ran all the way down the wall, with shelves nearly to the ceiling and pallets of drink bottles and cans.

"Stupid... gonna tell him off some day... walk out and quit on him, let him handle the rush alone," Sandler muttered. The stockroom door closed behind him, leaving him in the dark, but he had no trouble picking his way through the boxes thanks to his night vision. "I just need one big break... one good booking... and then I'm out of here..."

Despite the plain black pants and store-issued red polo shirt, the cobra had not always wanted a career in retail. Sandler rubbed a few smooth fingers across the wide part of his muzzle, between the small nostrils to either side of his mouth, then spread his palms out and rubbed across the side of his hood, something that always helped calm him down. The tip of the cobra's brown-scaled tail still twitched as he pulled some boxes off shelves, rifling through for packs of chips and candy to refill the shelves. He thought about his true calling as he did, wondering just how long he'd end up working at the convenience store before he could return to the stage.

The Entrancing Addler, he called himself. The mysterious cobra with the fastest hands and quickest fingers, able to entertain and entrance audiences...

Well, that was the idea. So far he'd been limited to doing random kids' parties on the weekends, and even those were hard to come by. He practiced every day, hours in the evening and late into the night, perfecting his moves with cards, coins, balls, strings, and trying to come up with new tricks all his own, but no matter how hard he worked, he still found himself facing a full day working with that smug, petty lion five days a week.

Sandler sighed as he stretched out his arm and grabbed a pack of pretzels from a high shelf, having to reach up on his tiptoes to reach. A low hissing sound followed by a rattling noise attracted his attention to the air conditioner vent on the wall behind him, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. He'd been in the stockroom plenty of times, but he'd never heard a rattle like this - the vent shook and vibrated so hard he could see the screws coming loose, slowly pushing out and away from the wall. Curious, Sandler turned away from the shelves, pretzels forgotten, as he took a step closer to the vent. Reaching out a hand, he pressed his palm flat against the painted surface on the other side of rows of bread loaves. The whole wall trembled.

A metallic "ping!" echoed through the stockroom. Sandler glanced up at the vent in time to see the second screw fly out, followed by a loud clang as the vent dropped to the floor, narrowly missing Sandler's foot. The cobra stepped back, eyes widening, pupils enlarging until only a sliver of yellow remained around the outside edges.

For a moment, everything went still. The vibrations stopped and Sandler thought that maybe it was over - just something gone wrong with the air conditioning unit. He dared a glance at the wall to see if the shelves were moving, but everything was quiet. The cobra's tongue flicked out nervously, then zipped back into his mouth. He twisted his head to the side as a curious, unexpected taste from the air sent a panicked shiver up his spine. He didn't know what that was... but he wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near it.

The cobra turned towards the door, but kept his flexible neck twisted around to stare at the vent. As his fingers touched the handle, a huge and silent plume of solid pink gas billowed out of the vent in a straight line, whooshing outwards as it exploded off the far wall, filling the far side of the room with an impenetrable pink fox within second. Sandler's mouth opened, but the attempt to yell for help floundered as he fell backwards against the door, arms up in front of his face as the billowing gas flooded the air, leaving him gasping amidst the formless, warm, shifting pinkness...

Dio glanced at the clock on his computer. It was already six o'clock, he realized, and with a start, he clicked the "X" in the corner of his game program and guiltily looked around the small office. The lion chuckled at himself, forgetting for a moment that the only other employee was Sandler, and the cobra wouldn't dare interrupt him in the back - not after the tongue-lashing he'd delivered to the snake last week for the very same thing. Anyways, it was just a convenience store - the cobra could run things by himself for a few hours. Besides, Dio wasn't paid to work, really - he was getting paid to make sure Sandler did his work. That's how a good manager operated.

The lion grinned and stretched his arms out, yawning. The shift was almost over, so he decided it was time to check on the cobra. The stocking should be finished by now, and Dio could close one of the registers while Sandler mopped the floors. That, the lion decided, was a great part of being a manager: no mopping. The lion hated having to deal with the mop - he always ended up splashing the water everywhere and making a mess. Dio was, despite his other faults, fastidious about the cleanliness of the store, and often piled extra cleaning assignments onto the shoulders of Sandler and the other store employees.

Except Sandler was not at the front of the store. The register was empty, and a few piles of items and some loose bills provided plenty of evidence that customers had been in and out helping themselves. Dio's eyes narrowed. This was unacceptable - he'd really lay into the cobra this time. The lion knew about Sandler's magician-related career aspirations, but if the cobra couldn't even run a register, there's no way he'd be able to succeed at anything actually complicated, like magic. The lion snorted, stalking around the shop before heading to the stockroom - the only other place Sandler could be.

Unless he quit. The lion pondered that. Dio could probably find some simple sap to take Sandler's place in a few days, but he didn't like that he'd be expected to cover the cobra's shifts in the meantime. Hmph.

Dio reached out his paw and wrapped it around the handle of the stockroom door, twisted, and pulled it open.

He never stood a chance.

A pair of pulsing eyes glared out of the darkness of the storeroom just inside the doorway. They were wide and yellow, but streaked with clouds of shifting pink. The entrancing motions of the mixing colors and the way the colors strengthened and weakened to a steady rhythm captivated Dio. He sagged forward, one arm clutching at the doorway, muzzle dropping open. The lion's eyes glazed as the followed the side-to-side motion of those hypnotic orbs, which lifted higher and higher into the air above him.

Dio was on his knees, brain blank, as he watched the enormous figure of the cobra emerge from the darkness. Only, it wasn't Sandler as Dio knew him.

The cobra's body was taller and more muscular, to the point that the red polo shirt was torn and stretched, clinging on by threads around Sandler's wide biceps and huge chest. The smooth pectorals stretched outwards, round and hard, accompanied by a pale yellow belly ridged with deep-cut abdominal muscles. The snake's wide tail swayed behind him in rhythm with his pulsing pink and yellow eyes as he advanced at the kneeling lion, a smirk forming on his wide muzzle. The cobra's scales glinted in the light, a captivating sheen of brown and gold running through the layered scales squeezing and shifting around his muscular body. His black pants from earlier had split apart around his thighs, where his hamstrings broke through with easy flexes. A tug from his large hands removed them completely, leaving him nude down to his large feet.

Dio stared up at the cobra as Sandler leaned down, tongue flicking out.

"Nothing to say for once?" the cobra said, his mellifluous voice ringing out through the shop, a deep and powerful baritone that made Dio's ears lay back flat against his skull. "No snide comments? No rude insults?"

The cobra towered over Dio, almost seven feet tall compared to the lion's more average size of just under six feet. Sandler flexed his arms, testing out his new body. He couldn't remember much of the past couple hours, but he felt... good. Confident. Like nothing in the world would be able to stop him from achieving his goals now.

The cobra's hooded head swung around to gaze directly into the lion's eyes once more. That's right, he thought. Nothing could stop him now, certainly not this little pissant. The lion's jaw dropped open as the cobra's gaze intensified. His eyes shone with a brightness, casting a shadow behind the lion as he hovered his head inches from the lion's muzzle. Dio's drool fell onto the floor as his breathing slowed, glazed eyes dilating to their outermost extremes as the Entrancing Addler decided it was time to perform his first trick.

The cobra's powerful thighs flexed as he reached out with his hand and dug his fingers into Dio's dark brown mane. The lion's breath turned into a ragged and pitiful squeak as he felt his head tipped back, though his eyes tracked only the cobra's entrancing, glowing eyes. Dio's heart thudded in his chest, each beat an eternity in the making, and each solid beat matching exactly the pulsing in the snake's hypnotic orbs.

Below Sandler's hard, muscular abdomen, a narrow slit opened. The reptile's shaft emerged rapidly, swelling to a large and impressive size as he moved his hips, draping the dark golden length across the lion's muzzle.

"You've been telling me to shut up for months," the cobra said, his voice lowering even further, each word driving itself into the innermost depths of the lion's brain. Dio's head twitched as the scent of the cobra's maleness slid across his nostrils. "Now I'm going to return the favor..."

There was no refusal from the lion. There couldn't be. The feline's body was utterly at the cobra's command. So deep was Sandler's trance that the cobra quickly discovered even the lion's gag reflex was waylaid by his power. Dio's eyes bulged outwards, wide and unblinking, as the cobra's hips pumped forward, grinding smooth scales into the fur around his lips and chin, burying every inch of the enormous length deep into his throat.

"Swallow," Sandler gasped.

The overhead lights buzzed as the huge and muscular cobra's body flexed forward. Months of frustration, overwork, and bad feelings translated into every thrust, pump, and slump down the lion's swollen, bulging throat. Sandler's fingers dragged through Dio's mane, pulling and tugging harshly as the lion's dazed eyes swirled with the reflections of the pink and yellows in Sandler's gaze.

A flood of seed filled Dio's belly. Sandler finally closed his eyes, moaning loudly, cooing with pleasure as he wrapped both hands around the back of Dio's head and dragged him forward, keeping the squirming and swallowing lion down to the base of his fat and hard golden shaft. Each thick eruption further filled the lion's belly, until the smaller male's stomach stretched outwards against his damp red polo shirt. Sandler moaned, aching with lust and power, reveling in his newfound abilities. It came so natural to him, to dominate inferior males like Dio in this way, to put them in their place and strip them of their pretend haughtiness... Sandler's forked tongue flicked out again and again, tasting the lion's aroused response as the snake's thickness continued to flood his body with rich and potent seed.

It was several more minutes of thrusting and slurping before Sandler was appeased. He dragged his massive golden stalk clear of Dio's soaking wet muzzle, blasting a few last ropes of jizz across the feline's muzzle and chest once he was out. Dio's body slumped backwards, onto the floor, belly jiggling and wobbling. The lion's cock stretched down the leg of his pants, clearly having cum at least once during the rough and sudden facefucking. His eyes remained open, flicking side to side in search of the cobra's harmonious gaze.

Sandler, for his part, reached down and stroked his thickness. He was still half hard, but a new desire was creeping up on him and thrilling through his brain. A trick... a very good trick. No mere hypnosis or domination of will... no, this was going to be a very good trick indeed, and one that he knew would become his signature.

The cobra sneered down at the lion. It was almost too good of a trick to practice on the petty lion, but... Sandler's eyes flicked across the feline's smooth fur, round belly, and panting, dripping muzzle. His fat arousal flexed, and the tiny amount of doubt in the cobra's brain disappeared.

Without wasting another moment, the cobra knelt in front of Dio's feet and grabbed his ankles, pulling them together towards the tip of his arousal. The small opening flexed wide around the lion's toes, rippling and suckling as they tasted the lion's fur. Sandler's eyes opened wide as he leaned over, shuddering with the pleasure surging up and down his cock. He peered into Dio's vacant expression, smiling as he pushed forward, slipping his shaft up to the feline's ankles. He crooned softly, tongue still flicking, as he felt his heavy and fat arousal squeeze and ripple over the lion's legs. The tightness and warmth made his cock swell at the base even larger. The fat golden length protruded from the small slit, sans testicles, which resided inside the cobra's body - right where the lion would soon end up.

Dio's eyes widened even more as the snake's muzzle hovered above him. All other thoughts dismissed, Dio could only wriggle helplessly, squirming with pleasure as the heat rose higher and higher up his legs, his knees, his calves soon enveloped completely. The pink reflections in his pupils strengthened, clouding over his black pupils as Sandler's moaning filled his ears.

The lion came again and again. His cock bucked, flexing as the snake's thick golden stalk swallowed him deeper, tugging and pulling him down an inch at a time through the slowly widening urethra. Slick with seed, he added no resistance as the flexing tip squeezed around his maleness, sending a paroxysm of need up and down his spine, to the point Sandler had to push down on his shoulders.

"Mmmmhh... enjoying the trip, Dio?" the cobra groaned. "I call this trick... the Lion Tamer! And once you're tamed, you'll never be a bad boy ever again!"

From hips hips to his head, Dio slid in smoothly. Already his feet and lower legs were somewhere inside the cobra's massively altered and transformed insides. The only thought running through the helpless feline's head, however, was pure and unadulterated bliss as the cobra's shaft consumed him. The snake groaned, humping forward, using his paws to push the lion down faster, greed overtaking him as the need to fully consume his prey overpowered the snake. The sounds of the slick grunts, moans, and slurps echoed through the store as the muscular cobra's glossy scales rippled, until his palm squeezed down, shoving the last few remaining hairs of the lion's mane and ears down into his tip. Sandler wrapped both hands around the tip of his maleness and leaned back, growling and gasping with need. The shivering and quivering mass of lion inside the length, outlined against the flesh as he struggled down, excited the cobra even more. He humped upwards, easily lifting the massively engorged shaft, as he drew both hands down, unable to savor the moment any longer. He cried out as he felt the lion's body slide down, forced by his hands to the inside of his body through the long tunnel provided by his oversized golden cock.

The cobra's maleness swelled, harder than ever, larger than before, though as the lion passed through it returned somewhat to its previous girth. Sandler's fangs appeared as he spread open his mouth wide, hissing and shivering. A trembling rumble from inside his guts let him feel every part of the lion's slowly churning body inside him, but there was no visible sign of the male from the outside - no bulge, no motion, nothing. It was as though the cobra hadn't just stuffed nearly six feet of male lion down his erection.

But the lion was there all right. Sandler groaned as he got to his feet, knees quivering. His pointed tail stretched out for balance as both hands wrapped around his pulsing arousal once more. His yellow and pink eyes blazed as he leaned back, thrusting madly, cumming for the second time in less than... how long had it been? He couldn't even guess as the pleasure rocketed through him, firing one huge rope of cum from the tip of his golden maleness after another. The cobra's brown scales dripped with seed as his muscles clenched and bulged, meal digesting inside fueling his orgasm to new heights. Ropes of seed splattered across the walls, knocking packages off the shelves and leaving the floor drenched in musky snake-jizz.

Sandler finally sighed, exhausted, arms slowing to a halt as his full maleness gradually relaxed, though a steady flow of thick and faintly Dio-scented spooge drooled from his length, which draped outwards well past his knees. The cobra grinned, looking around the cum-covered shelves with his faintly glowing eyes.

It was the work of a few moments to kick open the door to the back and erase the security tapes. The convenience store carried a few other items the cobra pilfered to make up for his ruined clothes: a pair of large gym shorts, an XXXL t-shirt that hung on the wall since before he started working there, and a pair of sunglasses, the darkest pair he could find.

"By the way," the cobra said, standing at the doorway, twisting his hooded head around to grin at the mess he'd left inside, "I quit."

* * *

"Dio!"

The lion bolted awake, confused and disoriented. He looked around and saw the regional manager, a stern looking pine marten, glaring down at him.

"Dio! What happened? Why is there... is this... for fuck's sakes, Dio! I hired you as a favor to your dad, and this is how... look at this! What... did you have an orgy? You're fired!"

The lion looked around in a daze. He felt... lighter. He was naked. He was skinnier than before, too. And he was drenched in thick jizz that smelled... like cobra. Dio's head swam as he tried to get to his feet.

"No, sir, it was... it was... a robbery... I think," he said, trying to talk fast. "Very sorry, sir, I don't know what happened. I think I was knocked... knocked out..."

The lion tried to shake his head. Why was he talking that way? He never called anyone sir.

"Please, sir, I'll clean everything up, but please don't fire me! Maybe there are security tapes that show what happened?"

The pine marten shook his head. "They're erased. Don't know if you did it or someone else, but looking at the state of you, maybe I was wrong."

The stern-looking mustelid's white-rimmed furry ears twisted as he listened too the lion's continued pleading. There was just something about the lion now... something that the pine marten couldn't quite put his finger on. But the twitch in his suit pants gave him a clue.

A thin smile full of sharp white teeth spread across the regional manager's face as he stood over the lion, who looked up at him with a shamed and tamed expression. The loud sound of unzipping pants echoed through the jizz-covered shop, drawing Dio's gaze lower - a gaze that turned suddenly hungry and eager...

"Alright, Dio," the pine marten said, eyes closing. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't help himself... there was just something about the lion that he couldn't resist. He had to use the feline... he had to. "You can... nnnnff... oh, fuck... keep your job, but I'm going... to... keep a close... eye on... youuuu!"

The end