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A Long-Awaited Marriage

Chapter 1: The Planner

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Rendle - his newest name, it must be said - smiled over curled fingers at the customers on his couch. It wasn't the first time that he'd smiled at them, nor would it be the last, he was sure.

"Welcome, welcome. It's good to finally meet you in person. Sam?"

The anole on the couch nodded, his mint-green scales a surprisingly nice contrast with his creamy-colored shirt and dark shorts. The shy guy lowered his head, mumbling something, and the lion at his side - a dark-maned feline named Darl - took the lizard's hand.

"Sorry. It's, heh, just a bit weird talking to someone about this. We never thought we'd really be able to make this official."

"It's always difficult taking that first step," Rendle agreed. "Would you be alright if I turned on some music? It might help you both relax."

"I'm good with that. Sam?"

"Yeah...yeah, that'd be good."

Smiling, the silver-colored naga turned his head. His long, flowing body uncoiled from his place at the far side of the room from the couch, and - even though he was the only one to hear it - his scales clicked together rather than rasped. He kept his hands together as he slithered over to the couch, hiding the extra finger that he had on each hand, not moving them until they were out of sight.

Even then, he was quick, tapping the activation button on the side of the couch before pulling his hands back together. The whole structure vibrated slightly, the lion and anole atop it jerking in surprise.

"Ah, do not worry," Rendle said. "It's merely starting up. You'll hardly notice it before long."

"Where's the music, though?" Darl asked.

"Don't worry. It's coming..."

And true to his word, the music followed a few seconds later. It was little more than a gentle humming, like a singer that was vocalizing with her throat rather than her lips. It served its purpose, however, as both the lion and the anole leaned back against the couch, shaking their heads but gradually untensing.

Good...good...

Rendle returned to his perch, coiling himself around the podium that he'd set up for himself. His tail slid out of sight behind him, the tip digging under the carpet until he found an outlet. The music hid the soft click of him plugging himself in, and he sighed in happy relief as a direct current started to fill him once more.

Such a strange planet...no power unless you're willing to paralyze yourself for a time...

"Now, you were here to discuss your wedding."

As the two men nodded, Rendle folded his body over itself a few more times, the silvery 'scales' that made up his body reflecting bits of light. He tested it, directing the reflections into their eyes a few times, seeing if they flinched.

They did not.

Mmmm, yes...it's already working.

"Now, why don't we start with you, Sam. What do you imagine for your wedding? Be honest. The more direct you are with me, the happier I can make you..."

"Well..."

"Don't worry about offending me, or making life difficult. I am here for you. I am here to make you happy. The more honest you are, the happier I can make you..."

It was almost a hiss as the words left his mouth, but he managed to keep that from taking over. As much as he looked like a naga, he had to admit, he detested that particular problem they had with speaking. The lack of clarity always bothered his sensors. It left him feeling...achy, like he was doing more work than he should.

The anole looked down again, but rather than gripping at his knees and huddling in as he had done before, the lizard seemed more...relaxed. Not quite open, but getting there. Little by little.

At a touch from his partner, Sam finally started.

"I'd like...I'd like a place that's nice and quiet...where we can be ourselves. No need to be all fancy, just...be ourselves. Like at the bakery, but..."

"Fancier," Darl said.

"Yeah. Yeah, fancier, exactly."

"I'm sure that we can work something out. There are so many venues out there. Just trust me, and I'll make your dreams come true. You can trust me, can't you, Sam?"

The anole smiled, the first time that he had done that since arriving. It was just one more sign that things were going exactly as Rendle wanted them.

"Now, let's start getting into specifics, Sam. And remember, the more that you tell me, the better I can do, and the better you'll feel..."

The more that Sam spoke, the more relaxed the anole became, and the more relaxed the anole became, the more that he said. It was a feedback loop that Rendle had been hoping for, and yet, the results were exceeding all of his hopes.

Every so often, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, measuring the effects that the hum in the air and the slow vibration of the couch were having on Darl. The lion didn't speak so much, so the effects of his hypnotic suggestion were less apparent, but the other measures that he had taken to warp the mind were slowly taking effect. The feline's eyes were slowly closing, drooping slightly when they reached the point of being half-open, and his shoulders slumped in pure relaxation.

It wasn't the same as being hypnotized, not yet, but it was very, very close.

As the minutes dragged on, Rendle pressed a button on his support podium. The humming in the air changed pitch, going higher, but reducing in volume so that it wouldn't hurt sensitive ears. The soft hum of the couch got stronger, and both the lion and the anole groaned under their breaths. Not in a huff, but rather in the pleasured way of someone getting a massage. They didn't jerk, didn't jump, but instead leaned deeper into the couch, falling further into relaxation.

Heh, it's working just as I hoped...

With the pair of them obviously out of it, Rendle descended from his podium, slithering around the couch, surrounding them in preparation for later steps. He didn't touch the couch itself, however; he wasn't sure if he was as susceptible to the effects of his machine as his patients. Or...

Well, his 'victims' was a bit more evil than he wanted to think about it. His 'helpers?' Yes, that felt a bit more accurate.

"Now, we're going to do a little bit of roleplay," Rendle said as he slowly circled the two of them. "You are going to play out parts of your wedding, and I'm going to watch over you, suggesting what you need in order to be happy. Don't you want to be happy?"

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

The two of them were not quite zombies, but it was clear that they were no longer thinking for themselves. They were happy to go with the flow, to let someone else take them deeper, to let themselves be guided. And that was just what Rendle wanted to see from the pair of them.

The Mindscape - for that was what he called the couch - was something that he had developed specifically for this purpose. It was meant to push people further and further down into a trance, pulling at their mental processing power and repurposing it for his needs. The couch served as a machine that dragged their minds off to the side, so to speak, allowing all the raw energy and power in the head to be put to the task that he desired.

It took some time, of course, and it required him to guide people through it so that they didn't fight it and damage their minds, but it was a perfect way of getting a living biocomputer. He could slave many minds together, possibly enough to run a few starships, if he needed to, or process the answers to all the questions of the universe.

Gently, gently, Rendle reminded himself. They aren't completely ready yet. Make sure that you don't hurt them.

"Now, you want something simple, but fancy. Something elegant, something lovely. And what is more lovely than the naked body, hmm?"

The pair of them nodded slowly, as if they couldn't imagine anything better. The naga chuckled to himself, stroking his hands over their heads, turning them to face each other.

Almost instantly, the love in their eyes showed in a bright glow. It wasn't a real one, of course, but he could imagine what they were seeing in the Mindscape. Already imagining themselves naked, already enjoying the sight -

And very much enjoying the sight, in the case of Darl. The lion was already hard in his pants, throbbing hard, sticking forward and making a tent in his trousers. The naga chuckled, shaking his head.

"Darl, you are going to make a mess if you don't show yourself now. Take off your pants. Let your husband to be see the treasure that he is going to get."

The lion started to get off the couch -

"Ah, but don't do that."

Rendle pressed his hands gently to the lion's shoulders, dragging him back down onto the couch, holding him there. The pressure of his hands turned into a gentle massage, one that stroked and rubbed and teased gently.

"You want to relax. And there is no more relaxing place than here on the couch with Sam, is there?"

"Mmmph...no...no more relaxing place..."

"You want to stay here. It's so much better than getting off the couch. So much better than leaving this love and comfort behind. Just let it all fall off. Let yourself relax, let yourself be nice and naked..."

It took a few moments to get the right position for Darl after that, but the lion eventually wiggled his way out of his jeans. They fell to the floor, and a nicely-sized barbed cock poked up, throbbing, twitching, even oozing a little bit already. He hadn't expected that level of arousal already, and Rendle wondered if he would have to make a little tweak to the machine. After all, if it was that strong, they might be able to fight some of the suggestions.

That said, he could leave it for now. The testing was still in progress, and he could see what would happen.

He slithered a little closer, still, smiling at the pair of them. He could feel his own needs starting to rise, could feel his mechanical, metal body starting to shift down in his scales. There were needs that even machines were not immune to.

But that could wait. A little longer, it could wait.

"Now you, Sam. You know that Darl loves your body. Let him see what you look like. Let him remember what he will be bedding."

It was amazing how quickly those shorts came off, considering how shy Sam had been up until that point. They went flying through the air, and so did a thong, of all things.

And then, Rendle saw why.

"Oooh, now that makes a little more sense..."

He smiled as he lowered one hand to the scaly slit between the anole's legs. Up until that point, he had assumed that the lizard was completely male, but no. He was intersex, a cuntboy, if one wanted to get a bit crude. He stroked his fingers on either side of the slippery lips, feeling them wet a bit further.

When they were nearly dripping, he pulled his fingers back, shaking them from side to side to get the moisture off before facing the two lovebirds together once more. They stared into one another's eyes, and the smiles on their faces were so big that it almost hurt his face to look at them.

"Now...what do you imagine, hmm?" he asked them. "Darl, what do you imagine with your Sam?"

"I...I imagine him..."

"On his knees?"

"Mmmph..."

The lion's cock jumped at the suggestion, and Rendle chuckled to himself.

"Stand, Darl. And kneel, Sam."

As the lion got to his feet on the couch, the naga slithered around it, coming to a spot just between the lovebirds. He pulled himself up a bit higher, his coils rising enough for the little slit that covered his own genitals to be of the same height as Darl's. It took a bit of strain, admittedly, but he was able to manage it.

"Now, why would you just stand there and give an oath, hmm? Wouldn't it be better to feel your love giving you some appreciation right there, in front of everyone that you have invited?"

"That...that's a bit..."

Resistance. A bit surprising, this late in the game, but not entirely unexpected. Rendle turned up the humming of the Mindscape, and the two lovebirds moaned as the vibrations coming from beneath them relaxed them again, leaving them leaning forward and panting softly, their eyes half-closed, Darl's cock throbbing harder than ever, and Sam dripping down on the couch cushions.

"That's it. Let yourselves relax. Let yourselves fall further and further into this place. You're imagining all of this. You're letting yourselves enjoy this mutual imagination. There is nothing bad that can happen to you here. The more you let me help, the better you're going to feel. The more you obey what I tell you, the better things will be."

"The more we obey," Sam muttered.

"The better things will be," Darl finished.

"That's right. Now, look at each other. Imagine it. Imagine being in front of all those guests. Are they naked?"

"No," Sam muttered.

"Yes," Darl said.

"They're all naked, Sam. They're all naked, all of them showing off how happy they are for you. Can you imagine so many naked bodies? Can you imagine so many hard cocks pointing at you and Darl, thinking about how much you two love each other?"

The anole shivered, but the wetness, the smell of arousal, was all that Rendle needed to know that Sam was back on board. The poor guy might be shy as hell, but it was clear that there was something of an exhibitionist hidden in that head.

Slithering about them, keeping the lower coils from touching the couch, Rendle brought them together. His own metallic cock brushed against Darl's barbed one, the two shafts pointing at Sam's face. The anole stared at them, his head turning from one to the other, obviously fascinated despite himself.

"It's a fancy wedding. What could possibly be more cultured than sampling your lover and another while you hear the oaths?"

"Sampling...you mean..."

"Yes, sucking. It's not that hard, is it? Not that hard at all, when you come right down to it. All you have to do is lean in...And keep your mouth open..."

It was a testament to the power of the device that the small lizard did just that, the anole leaning forward, his mouth hanging open, his eyes half-closed and his mind obviously elsewhere. It was a good show, too, one that had him nice and hard.

When his cock tip and Darl's disappeared into the anole's mouth, he turned to the lion. The soft sucking wasn't quite the pleasant distraction that it might have been to an earthling, but it was still a nice thing to feel as he continued his manipulations.

"Now, Darl...think of what you feel for Sam. There's so much love there...and so much lust..."

"Lust..."

"You want to lust for him...and you want him to give you what you want...what do you wish he was?"

"Mmph...I...I don't..."

The lion was slowly bucking forward, the tip of his cock nudging Rendle's back and forth inside of the anole's mouth. He was honestly surprised that the anole was able to handle two cocks, even hypnotized. Maybe there was more to this pair than met the eye.

Nevertheless, he pushed the lion, nudging him gently, lowering one hand to that fuzzy rump and giving it a squeeze.

"What do you want from your lover, hmm? What do you wish of him?"

"Mmmph...I..." The lion moaned as he was forced forward, a scaly hand clenching his ass, his eyes rolling back. "I wish...I wish he wasn't always...so shy..."

"Heh, you want him to be more assertive?"

"Mmph...knowing he wanted me...needed me...To let him make the first move...more often..."

"Very good. Now..."

He separated the pair of them, pulling Sam to his feet while pushing Darl down to his knees. He brushed his metallic dick against that slippery sex, feeling it nearly parting to accept him, but the angle was just wrong enough for that to keep from happening. Didn't stop him from grinding on it, though.

"Sam..."

As he pushed Darl forward, making the lion start eating out the anole, he whispered to the horny anole.

"What do you want?"

"Mmmph...I don't...I don't want...anything else..."

"Yes you do...you want to have more...everyone wants more...let it come to you..."

The Mindscape would only work if he pushed them to see it themselves. If he just told them everything, it would be little more than a TV show playing through their heads. If they were the ones that set part of it, though, if they were the ones that started it up and showed him what they wanted, then the setting would become that much more powerful in their heads. It would be that much more believable.

Sam moaned, shivering as he was eaten out, while Rendle continued stroking the anole's head, rubbing down his back, teasing him. His tail lifted him further, wrapping him around them both, keeping them bound in oral pleasure.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. The more you tell me, the happier I can make you, and the happier I make you, the better you feel."

"I want...I want to be...wanted...I want Darl...to give me...attention...To make me...feel handsome...show me off..."

Heh, an exhibitionist indeed...

It gave him ideas for perverted wedding oaths, too, things that he could make them say. For Darl to promise to show Sam to anyone that showed the slightest interest, to pants his lover and show that pretty little pussy to anyone that might have grinned or shown a hard-on. To take control, to make the anole into a good little slut for himself.

And he could make Sam say something for Darl, too. To swear that he would always show his need. To swear that the shy days were over. To give his word that he would be the one to make the first move, to grope the lion and serve him the way that only a horny lizard could.

All of those things were possibilities, and all of them were options for him to put the two of them through. But first...

"Enjoy each other. See the crowd in your mind. Let them see just how much you love, need, crave each other..."

He slithered off of them, moving down to the small, hidden screen at the back of the Mindscape. How far along were they, he wondered? How long until their minds were properly slaved as living processors?

Some time, still. At least another ten minutes, though they were getting well-bound to the machine. Sam was almost completely in sync with the needs of the machine, his mind bustling along with whatever Rendle said. He would be eager to submit, soon.

Darl, on the other hand, despite having more cooperative answers, was the one that was fighting it more. His mind seemed to be trying to reset itself every few seconds, and the machine kept having to correct for that, cutting off one escape after another. It was never anything critical, but it was frustrating.

No matter. They are almost completely converted...just a bit longer...

He sat up in his coils, meaning to get his cock tended to for a bit longer -

Click.

Click? That wasn't the machine. That was -

Knock, knock.

"...Who could be..."

He had rented this place for the exclusive reason that it was out of the way, where nobody would be showing up to disturb him. Rendle glared at the door of his office, daring the person on the other side to knock again.

Knock, knock.

They did, and he hissed under his breath.

"Do not stop," he told the lovebirds. "I will deal with this."

Slithering away from the Mindscape, hoping that it would continue its task without any direct orders, he rested his hand on the doorknob. Wishing that he'd gotten a place that had a peephole, the snake opened the door -

And was immediately met with a giraffe that had eyes that were swirling with confusion, obviously zonked out from something. The metal naga took two seconds to realize what that meant, and it was a second too long.

A gun barrel pressed against the back of his head, pinning him in place.

"You were harder to track down than I thought. Can't believe you fell for the decoy, though. You're slipping."

It was a familiar voice, grating and a bit raspy in his ears. Rendle shut the door slowly and pulled his hand over his head, knowing better than to move.

"Since when are you chasing after people like me, Vassk?"

"When there's something I need involved."

"Other bounty hunters would find the use of mind control...objectionable."

"I'm not other bounty hunters."

The gun pulled back a half-inch, no more. He could still feel it near his hood, near enough that his danger sensors were screaming at him. He ignored them, knowing that to give in to panic would get him killed, or worse.

"Turn around."

He followed the order, turning in place. Expecting to see a thuggish monster, he was surprised to find himself face to face with a scaly thing, something that stood maybe six feet tall, maybe a little taller. Muscled in the arms and chest, but not terrifyingly so. Not the way that he remembered Vassk being.

"...Have you gone local?" Rendle asked.

"Hardly. It's a more convenient shape, is all."

"It's hardly the most intimidating."

"Did I need to be, with this?"

The naga's eyes went to the gun dangling from the reptile's fingers. Komodo Dragon's fingers, he realized after a moment's thought. A species with a sickly bite and a dangerous attack speed. He made a note of it.

"I imagine that you have a list of demands, Vassk. You usually do. How many I buy my freedom this time?"

"Stolen tech. You had a big score off of a pirate, I heard. Something involving high-level processors and energy absorbers."

The very tech that was currently inside of the Mindscape. That was unfortunate.

This was not the first time that he had run into the shapeshifting bounty hunter, though this one did rank as one of the most inconvenient meetings that they had had. His machine was almost done reprogramming the minds of the two lovers, and he needed to oversee the process if it wasn't going to be rendered completely useless.

At the same time, he knew Vassk, and he knew that the bounty hunter was very unlikely to let him go without some sort of bribe...and unlike many, money was not a motivator. The shapeshifter had his own code of ethics, and money didn't convince him to break them.

But...

"There is a problem with your demands."

"Then there's a problem with your liberty." The gun started to lower.

"Ah. I did not say I could not pay my way out."

"You better have something better than credits. They're no good on this planet."

"I do. If you will just let me set my machine to -"

Without warning, Vassk tilted his arm, pointing his blaster back at the Mindscape. The reptile's thumb slid along one of the settings on the pistol, and then -

BOOM!

One shot, and the Mindscape's central processor was blown to bits. Rendle's eyes went wide, numerous reactions rising up to be let loose and all of them strangled before they could get too strong. He couldn't shout. He couldn't complain. It didn't matter that he had just lost a massive amount of work. What mattered was that Vassk wasn't aware of what he was doing. He hoped.

"The machine's off," the bounty hunter said. "Now make your offer."

"Fair enough. The two of them."

"...What, them?" The moans of the lion and anole continued unabated as Vassk shook his head. "You gotta be kidding me. What do you think I am, some sort of slaver?"

"They are conditioned to be very amenable to...outside influences. At least, for now. There would be no difficulties for someone with mental manipulation devices to continue that training."

"And you think I want a pair of fuck-slaves following me around?"

"I imagine that you have been getting less in the way of 'action' than you need," the metal naga said. "Otherwise, you would not even be tempted."

"..."

"Unfortunately, you have destroyed my technology, and there is little that I can do to salvage it. The very things that you would have demanded were inside that couch. If it sweetens the deal, I am happy to leave it for you as salvage."

"You mean - oh, hell..."

It was some small bit of compensation to see the shapeshifter so out of sorts. It happened seldom enough as it was, and considering the amount of work that Vassk had ruined -

Yet, Rendle did not allow the smugness to show on his face. He was still on the back foot, and he knew it. The naga slithered toward the one window in the room.

"I assume that our business is completed."

"Wait. I didn't say you could go."

"I believe that you can stop me, if you're dissatisfied. I suggest that you don't. The mental vibrations in the air will likely not remain stable if you shoot me."

It was a bluff, but one that he knew that Vassk would buy. The bounty hunter had always been cautious with his targets. Too cautious.

Vassk watched the metal snake disappear through the window, shaking his head as he lowered his pistol. The last thing that he wanted to do was let the fucker go, but as brilliant as the other guy was, he wasn't too harmful in the grand scheme of things...and he had a ridiculous nose for tech. Considering that he was stranded on this planet, he needed someone that he could track down for that sort of stuff.

But for now...

He turned to the couch and the two lovers on it. It wasn't what he had expected when he tracked the snake down, but considering the sheer perversion of this city, he wasn't surprised. It seemed to touch on everything.

Maybe the whole place is just one big voyeur, he thought as he rounded the ruined couch.

A mind-zonked lion and an equally mind-zonked anole waited for him, the pair of them deep in a 69 with each other. The fact that one was male and the other was intersex was not lost on him, but it didn't do anything to push him away.

He sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch before putting his gun away. The pair of them were definitely lost in the middle of a lustful bit of training. They were moaning to each other, though the occasional whisper of love to one another was a bit new. Either they were a pretty firm couple or the snake had been trying to turn them into one.

Probably the former. That piece of crap had no interest in romance.

Well, better get them back to their place. Where's their pants...

He grabbed the pair of shorts that were scattered nearest to the couch, pulling out a wallet and opening it to the ID slot.

"Sam King." He looked back at the anole. "Must be a married name or something...doesn't look like king of much..."

The Komodo dragon put the wallet down after making a note of the address, then turned back to the pair.

Now, a good man would have taken them home, knocked them out, and then started clearing all the mental fuckery out of their heads before disappearing into the sunset, never to be seen again. There had been a few days where Vassk had done just that, mostly when he was feeling a bit like a hero.

But this was not one of those times.

The Komodo Dragon flickered, his body consumed with light before shrinking away, only to fill out again.

Where the reptile had stood, a horse had replaced him, a draft horse with thick muscles and an even thicker cock. Vassk shook his head as he moved between the pair of them, holding the lion by the mane and Sam by the strands on his head.

"Alright, you two...time to thank your rescuer..."

The End