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SynTech Slushpile #22

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

The Entrancing Addler and other characters © Taiko

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The Entrancing Addler flicked his long, forked tongue from his muzzle, tasting the dozens upon dozens of scents in the faint evening breeze. He'd followed his instincts to this suburban cul-de-sac, and so far his instincts hadn't proven the enormous cobra wrong. At six-foot-six with a wide, dark brown hood, the Addler cut an imposing figure in the pale golden sunlight streaming past a few lingering clouds as he strode down the sidewalk. A smirk pulled up the corners of his brown-scaled muzzle as beams of light glinted from the pale yellow scales running down his neck and over his chest, which was half-exposed in the shirt that stretched around his muscular shoulders. It was a button up, but the sleeves were torn off and only the bottom four buttons were connected, causing the fabric to spread and pull taut across the cobra's bulging pectorals. A pair of tight jeans a few inches too tight wrapped around the cobra's powerful thighs and outlined a not-so-insubstantial bulge running down the right leg. It shifted with each confident step the muscular snake took down the sidewalk. Though they were a bit uncomfortable, it was all that his previous “host" had available and wouldn't miss.

The sun kissed the horizon as he realized he'd found his target. Flicking his tongue and twisting his agile, tapered tail, the green wisps detailing his hood, shoulders, and back flared briefly. He turned on the heel of his worn sneakers and grinned even more widely as he walked up the short stairs onto the front porch of the house. He raised his hand in a fist and knocked politely on the door, rapping three times, then tensed slightly.

The cobra's eyes changed. The deep golden irises brightened as the whites changed to a bright pink, before the circles of colors shifted and moved, twirling and coiling so as to give the effect of an endless tunnel.

It was straight into those powerfully hypnotic eyes that Bert Higgins stared up into when he opened the door.

The human's jaw went slack and he leaned forward, head thrown back as his gaze remained locked on, but the Addler shoved out an arm, catching the college student by the shoulder and pulling him inside. The door swung shut behind him as the Addler leaned the human up against the wall, eyes mere inches from Bert's. The big snake leaned down almost a foot to lower his height enough for optimum eye contact as his tongue flicked out a few more times. The human's mind emptied as the cobra's forked tongue tickled across his cheek and ear. The taste alone gave the Addler plenty of information, but the rest he would get directly from the source.

“Name?"

“Bert… Higgins…"

The Addler slid to the side and eyed Bert up and down, nodding with approval at the muscular human's figure. He was wearing a pair of baggy black gym shorts and a faded blue t-shirt, both of which were drenched in sweat. It was that smell that attracted the cobra in the first place.

“And what do you do, Bert Higgins?"

“I go to SynTech… University…"

“Excellent! My old alma mater. Do you get good grades, Bert Higgins?"

The human's shoulders slumped. His eyes reflected the rotating circles of colors projected by the cobra as he went even deeper into a trance-like state. The Entrancing Addler grinned as he felt the human's muscles relaxing ever further in his tight grasp, and he couldn't resist shoving his hips forward, grinding the growing bulge in his tight jeans against Bert's belly for a few moments.

“Yes… otherwise Coach gets mad."

“Coach?"

“Tennis coach. Bernstein. Colten Bernstein."

“And does Coach Bernstein happen to be a… hmmm…" The Addler paused, flicked his tongue again, and considered. “A black bear, yes?"

“Black… yes…"

The Addler nodded, satisfied. This would do very well. He could taste the bear's masculine scent everywhere on the human, despite what was clearly a very powerful soap used in an attempt to disguise it. That might work on less sensitive taste receptors, but the Addler's were well above average, as they had been ever since the day he became the Entrancing Addler.

“Good boy. Now, listen very carefully, Bert Higgins," the cobra said. His fingers teased under the human's chin and tipped his head back, holding him steady while his long, strong tail slowly coiled around the student's legs and knees. “I'm going to give you some instructions, and when you follow those instructions, you're going to feel very, very good… heh heh…"

* * *

Later that night…

The seven-foot-tall black bear opened the door to his house and kicked off his shoes in the front hallway as he called out.

“Bert! I'm back!"

There was no reply, so the black bear called out again. He was muscular, powerful and broad in the shoulders. He looked more like a football coach than a tennis coach, but his explosive strength and reach allowed him to return nearly any serve that came his way, even well past his semi-pro heyday. At the moment, the fit bear wore a polo shirt, the collar of which nearly disappeared in the ruff of thick, dark black fur around his neck. Tufts of creamy white fur pushed through the gap in the pair of buttons at the top that were closed, while the uppermost button was left undone to reveal more of the plush tan chest fur. A pair of khaki pants accompanied the polo shirt.

“Just got back from the coaches' meeting. Sorry it went late! Did you already eat?"

There was still no response. The black bear cocked his ears and strode down the hallway, glancing into the empty bathroom on the way. The lights were on and he could hear the television going. When he reached the end of the hallway, he stopped in shock, eyes wide at the sight of what was taking place on his couch.

The Entrancing Addler stretched out, leaning against the back of the plush dark blue couch with his arms spread across the cushions. The muscular cobra's thighs spread to the sides as well, allowing the gagging, grunting human kneeling between plenty of room to maneuver. The cobra's muzzle spread into a smile as his tongue flicked out several times, all as his powerful tail coiled around Bert's head and neck, insistently tugging him down to the root of the enormous thickness jutting from the cobra's crotch. The snake's internal testes pumped a steady stream of clear pre-cum into Bert's mouth, leading to dribbles out of the corners of his lips and nostrils.

“Oh, you're back!" the Addler hissed, standing up. His tail flung Bert off with a wet sucking sound before he strode across the living room, his pink-and-yellow eyes already casting their hypnotic glow. Fat trails of pre-cum slung from the tip of his meaty, musky shaft across the carpet as his huge thighs carried him forward. “Bert here told me all about you, big guy…"

Colten's muzzle pulled back in a snarl, but almost immediately relaxed as the pink and yellow color reflected in his eyes. The bear's huge shoulders sagged forward and his arms hung loose at his sides. His jaw opened and his tongue rolled out, wide and pink across his lower fangs. The Addler stepped in close, working his fingers into the fur on the bear's head to hold him still as his tongue flicked out and tasted the big male's musk.

“Mmmh… delicious. And so naughty, coach. Sleeping with your student? For shame," the Addler said, his teasing voice whispering against the side of the bear's round ear. “Don't worry though, I can't blame you. Isn't he just the cutest?"

The snake and bear both turned to look at Bert. The short human's naked, smooth, muscular body stretched across the floor. Rivulets of musky pre-cum rolled down his chest and neck, pooling between his pecs, as he moaned and gasped, eyes wide and unseeing. The human's cock jerked against his belly, completely hard.

“Mmmh. I see what you like about him," the Addler continued, drawing the bear's gaze back to his eyes. “Now then… I've got a few instructions for you, Colten, and the more you follow my instructions, the better you'll feel… relax, and listen closely…"

* * *

The next morning…

The Addler felt warm and toasty when he woke up the next morning. An enormous furry bulk wrapped around him from behind, huge paws spread across his chest and belly, while a smooth, warm, soft body squeezed into his front, adding to the overall sense of heat and warmth under the covers. The snake shivered as he felt his morning wood throb, and he let out a yawn into the burly, thickly-furred bicep draped over his head.

Bert shifted his hips, squeezing in even closer to the snake and murmuring to himself, half-asleep still.

“Good morning, Bert," the Addler said before letting out another large yawn. “You know what to do."

The tennis player nodded eagerly and shifted and squirmed his way down under the covers. The snake grunted as he felt the human's hard, muscular abs flex against his stalk, then the pecs, before the college student's hands and lips went to work. One hand, at least - the other slipped between Colten's thighs and squeezed at the bear's large, plump sheath.

The bear woke up quickly after that and let out a low groan as he squeezed forward against the Addler. His large muzzle pressed forward as he shivered, growing fully aroused in the human's hand as his muzzle shoved against Addler's neck and the side of the snake's head, slowly licking the smooth brown scales.

“Mmmh… good boys. You sure know how to treat a houseguest right."

The covers wriggled as Bert's head bobbed between the two thick arousals pulsing in front of him, both the cobra's and the bear's, which was shoved fully aroused between the Addler's legs. The Addler's arms stretched up, then folded behind his head as he leaned back, enjoying the long and slow tongue bath that spread from his neck to his shoulders and chest. The cobra's hood flared and his tongue flexed out as he felt the big bear's weight shift lower down the bed, joining the human under covers before the snake's widespread legs.

Two small, smooth hands, and two wide, furry paws squeezed and stroked his belly and thighs as the accompanying mouth and muzzle worked over the cobra's length. The Addler shuddered and twisted, moving his hands down to clutch at the covers, pulling them higher up to his shoulders as his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Oooh, oh, yes, right there… mmf… oh… oh!"

The Addler's tail swept around under the covers as his eyes widened. He wrapped the tip around the human's head and neck half a dozen times, covering most of his smooth skin in coiled-up scales - save for his mouth, into which the cobra thrust the fat arousal. He erupted a moment later and clenched his eyes as he ground his tip deep, not stopping until the base of his maleness ached between the human's tight lips. The covers shifted and wriggled as Bert's body convulsed with the load pumping straight into his bloating belly; the coils clutched him so tight and close that hardly a drop escaped.

The bear's tongue didn't stop dragging up and down along the Addler's lower belly, thighs, and sides either, and the Addler decided to reward Colten's eagerness.

“Mount your boy, Coach."

The covers flung to the side of the bed as the big bear reared back. A wet grin stretched across his long, wide muzzle as he quickly shifted his hips, sliding off the bed to stand behind Bert's upturned backside. His huge claws indented Bert's skin as his enormous arousal, already fully erect, squeezed forward, sliding between the smooth rump cheeks until a cascade of pre-cum drizzled down the insides of the small human's thighs.

Bert's body twitched and wriggled even harder as he continued to chug the cobra's cock. His toes and fingers curled as the tip of the bear's arousal pushed against his hole, still loose and warmed up from the night before. Grasping Bert's sloshing belly with both hands, the burly black bear's hips slopped forward, burying his shaft to the hilt.

The Addler's mouth hung half-open as he hissed with pleasure. His coils tugged the human's head a few times, then pulled him off. Bert's mouth gasped for breath, nostrils flaring and sucking in thick blobs of seed. His backside arched, but instead of falling back down to the mattress between the Addler's thick thighs, Colten's huge black claws wrapped around the human's shoulders. Holding him at a forty-five degree angle kneeling in front of him, the seven-foot-tall bear's hips bounced forward, each thrust mashing his meaty stalk deeper than before. Bert's wheezing gasps didn't slow or fade as his hands tried to hold his plump, fattened belly in place, though there was no stopping the constant jiggles and jerks as the thick bear cock slammed to the balls again, and again, and again.

The Addler watched, loving the visual, occasionally reaching down to give his half-hard cock a squeeze. His eyes danced up and down, following the motion of Bert's flopping shaft as the bear went to town. The cobra nodded his head as Bert cried out, gasping, as the bear's arms tugged him down over and over.

“Hmmm… okay, I think you earned this," the cobra said at long last. He eyed the constant dribbles of pre-cum pouring from the human's rump down his thighs and smirked. “Bert - cum."

The human's whole body went taut. Surprised, the black bear's grip tightened and he moaned as he tried to keep up the pace. Bert's cock sprayed across the fitted sheets, reaching almost to the Addler's hips as he cried out even louder, twisting and squirming and clenching with each pulse of sticky release.

“Bet that feels good, don't it, Coach?" the snake said. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms into the air and yawning. “I'm gonna take a shower. Go ahead and cum, Colten."

The bear's roars of pleasure followed the cobra up the hallway and into the steaming shower, continuing for several minutes after the Addler soaped himself up and scrubbed away the dried-on seed from the previous night. The snake relaxed in the hot water and wiggled his tail.

These two were going to be so much fun…

* * *

A few days later…

The Addler had Colten leaned over the couch, legs spread wide. The bear's fat cock throbbed and drooled against the side of the couch as the cobra's strong fingers dug into the big male's hips. His enormous stalk sawed back and forth, stretching and spreading the gasping bear, whose claws threatened to shred the couch to pieces each time the cobra lazily humped forward and bottomed out in the thick bear's hips.

“Oh, hey, Colten, do you want a sandwich?"

Bert's head leaned out of the doorway to the kitchen, smiling as if a buff, muscular snake weren't humping his older boyfriend a few feet away.

The bear's shaggy pelt shifted as he shook his head.

“No… nnngghhh… thanks…"

“He's probably full from the load I fed him earlier," the Addler said, grinning as he felt Colten clench around him again. “Your boyfriend is such a slut, Bert!"

“Ha ha, right? Well, if you change your mind, let me know!"

The human disappeared back into the kitchen as the Addler's tail tip wrapped around the bear's hanging balls, squeezing tight enough to make Colten's whole body tense. The cobra leaned forward, sinuous and wiry, slamming forward again and again as he tugged on Colten's sac, timing it to make sure he was pumping deep just as the bear squeezed tight.

“Ooooh, that's it, stud," the Addler gasped. “How good does that feel, huh?"

“Harder!" was all the bear could say as something inside the couch snapped.

The Addler grunted and closed his shining eyes for a moment as he luxuriated in the tight, warm, densely-furred black bear's impossibly tight rump. He ran his tongue across his muzzle and flared his nostrils, enjoying that the bear was saying things like that without any direction from him. From the kitchen, Bert re-emerged, this time carrying a plate with a sandwich and some slices of fruit. He grinned at the bear's open, heaving muzzle as he plopped himself down on the seat next where the bear's paws gripped the couch. His eyes focused on the television even as the muscular black bear's hips occasionally batted against the side of his head..

“Oh, by the way, Colten, there's a meeting for one of my classes I have to go to tomorrow, so I'll be late for practice."

“No problem… just… nnggghh… check in when you get… oh, fuck… there!"

“Cool."

Bert snacked as the Addler's eyes closed, hips still pumping, pounding, curling forward and snaking backwards, until he was right on the edge. The cobra hissed, head and hood falling backwards as he slammed forward one last time before dragging himself free. Colten sagged into the couch, his own cock pointing back towards his feet as he shuddered and moaned.

“Cum on your boy, Colten!"

The huge bear flopped to the side, shoving one leg behind Bert's back and between the cushions of the broken couch. The bear's paws grabbed his cock and shoved it forward as he stroked, releasing immediately the pent-up seed stored in his full, throbbing arousal. At the same time, the Entrancing Addler wrapped his hands around his cock, squeezing the fat veins crawling towards the tip. A few strokes were all he needed, and he let out a hiss as he came as well, groaning with pleasure as he aimed towards the human as well. The Addler smirked as he watched his blast of seed splatter across Bert's face just as he opened his mouth to take a bite of his sandwich before even thicker, larger webs of jizz drenched the human from the side, coating his head, shoulders, and arm with dripping spooge.

“Hmmm… this ham is really salty…"

* * *

That weekend…

“Thank you, and please shop at Ultimate Hardwood Furniture again!"

The Addler glanced over his shoulder as his arms draped down the backsides of Colten on his left and Bert on his right. The muscular cobra's fingers dug into both rumps with force, eliciting needy little moans from both bear and human as they strutted out the doors of the elegant store. The snake's eyes swept side-to-side down the dazed, foggy-brained clerk's lean torso and long, slender limbs ending in a pair of glossy black hooves. The goat would be the perfect pick-me-up, the Addler thought, but he already had his hands full.

“And thank you for the wonderful discount. Isn't it nice the store owner is such a fan of the team, Coach?"

The bear's muzzle opened and he let out a groan as the Addler's fingers massaged and squeezed lower, pushing the baggy black gym shorts the bear wore tighter around his hips as the snake's fingers pushed between the ursine cheeks.

“Exactly. Well now," the Addler said, his voice a near purr as he strolled along the sidewalk with the two entranced males trotting alongside, “I'm a bit peckish after all that shopping, though at least you'll have furniture that will hold up and really let you go to town on each other. Anyways, do you two like sushi?"

The tip of the cobra's tail flicked across the bear's large belly, indenting the t-shirt into the black fur beneath and drawing small circles. Colten's eyes closed as he huffed at the sensual contact.

“Well, course you do," the Addler said. “I know just the spot."

The spot turned out to be a small sushi shop in the far corner of a large shopping center. The door to the restaurant was squished between two much larger clothing stores on either side. The glitzy, glamorous, well-lit showstopper front-ends of the clothing stores, designed to draw shoppers inside, drowned out the humble, simple doorway to the sushi restaurant, a plain brown affair made of a few rough-hewn wooden planks lit up by a single lamp mounted on the side.

The restaurant was empty when the Addler strutted in, followed by his two hypnotized lovebirds, and he sauntered right up to the counter and leaned over it on his forearms. His tongue flicked out, tasting the strong scent of raw fish in the air alongside the even stronger scent of the owner and chef.

“How's it going, Gordon?"

At nine feet tall and built like a freight train, the dark turquoise tiger shark didn't appear to possess the needed delicacy to create good sushi, but the knife in his fingers flashed as it twirled around and around in a skillful spin. The long and narrow blade thudded down into the countertop at the point, thwanging and quivering for a few moments as Gordon's impassive, large muzzle leaned forward. All that the impressively muscular sushi chef wore was a half-apron tied around his hips above his wide tail. The flexing, bulging power of his muscles were on full display as they stretched his dark green-blue skin and caused ripples of light to play across the flesh, drawing the Addler's eyes even as the tiger shark's warm breath washed across the top of his head.

“You're not still grumpy about that apprentice, are you?"

A massive fist shot out, grasping the Addler by the collar of his shirt and lifting him straight up off the floor and into the air. The shark's eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the smirking cobra, who shrugged as best he could while suspended in the air, though much of his long tail managed to reach the floor.

“Okay, okay, I apologized for that already, haven't I? Today I'm just here for lunch! And to introduce you to a couple of friends."

The tiger shark's nostrils flared again, but the eyes staring down the wide bridge of his muzzle towards the cobra shifted to the side instead, where the fully and obviously aroused bear and human were making out and dry-humping.

For a long, long moment, the tiger shark just stared, and then his fingers tightened on the snake's collar.

“The fish isn't very good today," Gordon said at last. “I used the best stuff at lunch earlier."

“That's fine, that's fine," the Addler said, his voice taking on a highly complimentary tone in an attempt to soothe the shark's bruised ego. “Anything made by the wonderfully talented Gordon Blue, world-famous sushi chef, will be a treat for the senses, such is the faith I have in your tremendous… skills."

The cobra took the pause as an opportunity to slowly and carefully slide the top of his foot and toes from the tiger shark's knee up to his midsection. Just a little pressure found the large, impressively thick bulges of the tiger shark's malenesses already half-hard.

“Mmmh… such wonderful skills…"

The huge arm shoved the cobra back down onto the stool before relaxing. Gordon whirled around, revealing his toned, hard glutes beneath the string of his apron. As he grabbed ingredients and his tools, he spoke without looking.

“Tell the big one to have a seat and the little one to get back here," the shark grunted.

Only too happy to follow orders, Bert found himself shoved on his knees beneath the shark's apron as the enormous male's fingers put together complicated, delicate ensembles of fish, rice, and vegetables, two or three pieces on each plate, that the bear and cobra ate as quickly as they arrived. Colten's appetite impressed even the tiger shark as he prepared larger pieces for the moaning ursine.

“I told him that the better tasting the food, the closer he'd feel to cumming," the Addler said between bites. “And he's not allowed to do that, obviously."

Gordon's large, toothy grin appeared for the first time.

“You trying to test me, snake?"

From between the chef's muscular thighs, a gurgling, gasping, coughing eruption filled the kitchen area. Relieving the pressure for the first time in several minutes, the tiger shark's twin arousals lifted upwards, causing the draped apron to fall to the side. The shafts sat side-by-side above a pair of massive, musky balls that dropped nearly to the shark's knees. The shark hadn't yet cum, but Bert was soaked from the head down in layers of pungent, musky pre. Mixed with Bert's saliva, it covered the left stalk from the tip to base, evidence of just how deep the massive predator thrust into the gagging, groaning, fully aroused human's throat. Before Bert had too much time to recover, the tiger shark's hips pushed forward again, seeking the same treatment for his right shaft, which released enough pre on entrance to make both Bert's cheeks and eyes bulge, before the fat crown humped deeper, creating a visible bulge in Bert's throat. The human's hand reached up, grasping the leftmost arousal as it bobbed freely next to his face. The warm, pulsing member drooled down his fingers and wrist as he wrapped his hand as far as he could - about halfway, probably less. Though his hand was far too small to stretch all the way around Gordon's quivering maleness, he shoved his palm against the flexing shaft and pushed down, then pulled back up, each time getting a blast of fresh pre splattering across his face and shoulder.

Meanwhile, more plates appeared in front of the ravenous bear, whose thick arousal was fully hard, throbbing and aching like he'd never imagined. Every bite of the delicious, perfectly prepared sushi sent tingles of pleasure through his body. He wanted to cum, he was so close to the edge, that every little piece of tuna, salmon, and the other varieties of flavors caressing his tongue made fat spurts of pre-cum soak through his shorts and dribble onto the floor between his knees. He groaned, hips shifting side to side on the stool. Each bite, each chew sent intense jolts through Colten's hips and loins. Strands of drool rolled over his lips as he gurgled and caressed the fish and rice in his muzzle, eyes closed, nostrils flared, claws gripping the countertop until the fur splayed on his knuckles.

The Addler ate in silence, enjoying the steady symphony of burly, deep, masculine groans and moans from the black bear, while occasionally joined by the equally frantic slobbering gasps of the human on the other side of the counter.

The shark stopped serving and instead leaned forward, spreading his massive hands across the other side of the counter from the bear and snake as he closed his eyes and bared his teeth. His hands slid off the counter and draped around Bert's head, dragging the gurgling human's lips off his massive cock before his other hand wrapped around both, squeezing the fat, dark blue shaft together at the tip. Gordon's eyes widened and his biceps flexed, bulging and shining under the dim lights of the small sushi shop, as he pushed forward, watching with intense concentration as he forced the human's jaw to stretch wider, wider, wider…

“I've trained him well, haven't I?" the Addler asked, swinging a piece of dark red tuna around on chopsticks. He pointed down towards the shark's knees with the sushi before his tongue launched out, wrapped around it twice, and pulled it back into his muzzle, which closed with a satisfied snap. “Mmmff… delicious, Gordon."

The shark wasn't interested in compliments about his sushi making, though. His fingers trembled and his eyes narrowed as he shoved his hips forward while dropping his belly and shoulders back. Bert's cheeks distended around the twin tips, fat and heavy, filling his mouth and pulling his lips taut. The small gap between produced high-pressure squirts of clear pre-cum as the sharks fists both turned to sliding rapidly up and down his swollen arousals, while keeping them pushed forward to pin Bert's head against the cabinet door of the backside of the counter. His eyes rolled back into his head and his throat swallowed as fast as he could when Gordon's unmistakable moan of pleasure echoed through the shop. Twin fountains of thick cream erupted, flooding the human's mouth dozens of times over, drenching his body fresh in thick, sticky, musky cum. The shark tugged his cocktips backwards, dragging them free, and shuddered as he used one hand to aim them at Bert's face. The human kept his mouth open, obedient despite the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, and Gordon kept a loose grip on the small male's hair as he blasted one rope of thick jizz after another. Bert's mouth filled faster than he could chug, and though his own cock screamed and begged for attention beneath his growing, swelling belly, the human wrapped his hands around Gordon's balls, squeezing them for even more as Gordon closed his eyes and sighed.

The bell above the door to the shop rang as the wooden planks forming it smacked forward. The Addler leaned back on his stool, in the middle of chewing, and grinned at the pair of young-looking dragons in tank tops and gym shorts standing in front of the door, which closed slowly behind them. Both dragons - one dark green, one flashy white - stared with open muzzles at the scene before them. Colten, the big bear with the muscle gut, leaned over the counter, grunting and thrusting his hips into the air beneath. His swollen, dripping maleness created waves of pre-cum that dribbled down through the fabric of his shorts and over the bulge of his balls before puddling on the floor beneath. The bear's half-exposed rumpcheeks slid eagerly across the seat of the stool as he stared with lust at the shark in the apron on the other side. From the dragon's view, they could see the top of the human's head, just his hair, really, sticking through the shark chef's fingers as the enormous, muscular male, several feet taller than either of them, painted the small male's face with layer after layer of cream. And then the cobra with the dark scales who grinned at them with flashing eyes that somehow drew their attention more than any of the other three.

“Mind if I seat your guests, Gordon?" the Addler said, his voice already dropping as he oozed off his seat and, despite moving on two legs, slithered across the small shop until he stood in front of the green and white dragons. He slowly turned his gaze from one to the other as their shoulders and fingers gradually relaxed along with their muzzles. “Hmm, this table over here, boys."

With their tails dragging on the ground behind them, the two dazed dragons sat down at the small wooden table against the wall, squeezing in alongside each other on one side, leaving the other two seats open. The Addler grinned as he sat across from them and stared, wide-eyed, until neither could break the intense visual contact. The green one was muscular, broad shouldered, probably about 6-foot-2 or so, with a very light greenish-yellow underbelly running from around his muzzle, all the way down his impressive chest, over his flat, hard belly, and between his thighs. The other dragon was shorter by more than a foot, and where the green dragon's scales were stiff and armor-like, the pearlescent white male's body was smooth andasupple, made of tiny interlocking scales with no ridges or points. Two large, pointed horns jutted from above the ridges of his eyes, and despite seeming too large for his skull, they were joined by a second pair that stuck nearly straight out from the side of his head. There was also a ridge of small, pointed inch-tall spikes running the middle of his head from his snout to his neck, but rather than give him any sort of hard edge, the oversized horns appeared to only make him easier to grab ahold of. The Addler let his tongue flicked through the air, tasting their scents - the pearly white cutie in particular had a strong musk to him - before really turning up the pressure on the minds.

“You two look like college students," the Addler said. From the other side of the shop, Bert's gurgles got louder as Gordon's heavy breathing filled the room. “Maybe you recognize Coach Colten over there?"

The green dragon nodded slowly.

“And I'm going to guess from the way you two move that you play basketball."

This time both dragons nodded. A large red tongue fell over the white dragon's lips and teeth as, slack-jawed, he stared into the cobra's dazzling eyes. Though he was shorter and skinnier than the muscular, stocky green dragon, the pearlescent one was quite fit beneath the soft layer of scales on the outside.

“I suppose you just popped in for a quick bite of lunch," the Addler said, leaning forward. “Don't worry… I'll be your server today, and I'll take good care of you…"

The cobra's eyes appeared to grow larger and larger to the two dragons, but instead of tensing as the Addler leaned across the table, they relaxed even more, sagging into their chairs. They barely stayed upright as both popped clear, obvious boners in their shorts. The tip of the Addler's tail appeared, having swept around beneath the table and crawled up the leg of the green dragon's shorts, where it teased and curled around his growing arousal. He left the dragon gasping and shivering before switching to the pearlescent one. The Addler's muzzle twisted into a grin as he felt what the dragon was disguising - a pair of pearls bigger than baseballs, far too large for his actual length, which seemed smaller because of them even though it was only a bit smaller than the green dragon's thickness.

“Gordon! Put together a platter for these two, will you? Add it to my tab… I'm going to treat these two cuties…"

A little less than twenty minutes later - after having locked the door to avoid further interruptions - the Addler groaned as he slid his thickness to the hilt inside the shuddering, quivering body of the white-scaled dragon. The basketball player's arms pressed against his sides as he stretched out along the table. His legs wrapped around the Addler's hips as his tail and hips hung over the edge in empty space. Each time the cobra humped forward, the dozens of pieces of sushi positioned across the dragon's smooth scales along his chest and belly shifted slightly. The pool of dark soy sauce in the pit of his sternum rippled as he let out heavy, loud moans.

At the next table, the dark green dragon's belly bulged, causing several pieces of fish and rice to break apart and slide down his belly, helped along by the vast quantities of cum roping out of his raging erection as Gordon's more powerful, more muscular body thrust into him, both massive shark shafts filling and bloating his stomach.

Near the counter, Colten slumped on the floor on his belly, muzzle turned to the side as he gasped and shivered. His knees were drawn up beneath his large gut, keeping his thick, round bottom pointed upwards. Next to him, in the same position and with a stomach nearly as full, Bert gurgled and moaned as thick cum continued to drain from his well-abused backside, the results of what the Addler described as the “appetizer" for the two dragons. The bear and human shivered, occasionally squeezing together as their cocks throbbed and flexed, still fully hard and needy.

“Now this is the kind of service your restaurant should be proud of," the Addler said, smirking as he dragged a single finger down the white-scaled dragon's thick red cock. The male's hips tensed, clenching nicely as he came again, spraying the sushi arranged across his chest with pungent, musky seed. “Look at these two… so pent up and desperate for a good, thick bite…"

Gordon's eyes narrowed on the green dragon's chest as a piece of sushi was splattered and knocked off by a shot of cum.

“Right, right," the Addler said. “Let's not waste your magnificent handiwork. Bert! Colten! Snacktime!"

The bear and human shifted slowly, getting to their feet and leaning on each other for support as cum rolled down the insides of their thighs. Colten's muzzle opened, stretching wide, before pressing down across the green dragon's chest, enveloping not only a piece of cum-soaked sushi but most of the dragon's flexing pec as well. The wide ursine tongue made the dragon quiver and tighten, and Gordon's eyes closed as he maintained speed despite that, loving the silky feeling of both of his huge shafts breaking in the muscular college stud.

At the other table, Bert's smaller tongue proved just as effective at eliciting responses from the dragon. The human's head bobbed and slid as he ate his way across the dragon's seed-soaked scales, taking time in between to lick clean the glistening dragon's abs. The Addler grinned as he felt his crest approach and slammed forward, hilting and holding himself for a long moment as the pretty college boy on the table wriggled, sending sushi rice dripping down his sides and hips.

As the snake relaxed, leaning over so he could enjoy the dragon's tight ass milking his arousal, he glanced over at the shark, admiring the massive, muscular chef's physical body as well as his precision. The shark's hips moved just so, wasting no movement while gaining maximum pleasure. The green dragon's hips clenched as the male came yet again just from the contact of the shark's twins spreading him open, and Gordon followed suit a moment later, dumping the second or third load - who could keep track? - inside the bloated, full draconic belly.

“You like these two studs, huh?" the Addler asked, though he didn't wait for a reply before continuing. “They'd make an excellent pair of new apprentices, you know."

The cobra paused and glanced around the restaurant. Thick white cum covered almost the entire floor from front to back, several tables were soaked, and overall, the place was a real mess. The Addler smirked.

“Plus, I think you'll need some help cleaning this all up."

Gordon's pointed muzzle opened and the green-blue shark's fingers dug slightly tighter into the hips of the moaning, gasping green-scaled male thrashing on the table in front of him. Though the shark still didn't say anything, his wide, finned tail swept side to side behind his stocky legs at the thought.

“Right, right, first things first," the Addler said, his eyes flaring even brighter as he returned his attention to the cute little human and the gasping dragon. “It's time for dessert…"

* * *

A few days later…

The Addler, in the nude and fully aroused, leaned against the door jamb of the bedroom and smirked. He watched and listened to the bear cuddling Bert on the bed. The human, though stacked with muscle himself, appeared tiny in the huge, powerful bear's arms.

While the Addler wasn't around giving direct instructions, Bert and Colten went about their daily lives as usual. The Addler wasn't interested in making slaves out of the people he was drawn to, after all. But he didn't mind coming between a pair of gorgeous lovers like this, either.

The snake didn't bother announcing himself as he squeezed between the bear and human. Bert's smooth rump squished against his hips, eagerly sliding against the Addler's already growing arousal, as the bear's warm breath and even warmer stalk teased his back. Bert's mouth opened and a low croon of pleasure ran out as the Addler eased his tip between the smooth rump cheeks and pushed forward, half-hard, squirming himself in deep so that he could feel the tennis player's tight glutes clenching as he hardened.

“In, Colten," the snake gasped.

The bear's rumbling growl filled the room as he lined his hips up. Large black claws stroked down the Addler's side as the ursine member squeezed forward.

“Easy… easy… ahhhhhh… right there," the cobra hissed, pleasure welling up in his vocals as the bear squeezed closer, eliminating the gap between them as well as the amount of bear cock not stuffed into the Addler's tight hole.

The three groaning, gasping males rocked against each other in a line. The powerful bear's biceps clenched as he wrapped his paws around Bert's hips and pulled the human back, forcing the snake to go to the hilt in both directions. The Addler hissed, shivering, grinning as he felt the bear's thrusts increase in pace. He felt so warm sandwiched between the two that he couldn't stop the lust pouring out of him.

“Faster, Colten. Tighter, Bert," he gasped. “Colten, get on top!"

The bear's enormous bulk shifted. Bert's cries turned into murmurs as his face shoved into the mattress, pinned down by the Addler's beefy pecs. The snake's hips slammed down into the human's rump as the bear did the same to the snake. Thanks to the new leverage, Colten was able to crouch and swing his hips, hard belly straining as he ground himself deep over and over and over. The double-teaming made the Addler's jaw drop as he shook and shivered, unable to decide which he liked best: the way the bear's fat maleness spread him open and hammered his prostate, or the way he was doing the same to the human underneath him.

All good things must end, though, and especially when they were as good as what the Addler was experiencing.

“Hhhhnnnggg… c-c-cuuum!" he gasped.

The bear's heavy body shoved towards, flattening the Addler into Bert, who wiggled beneath him as the cobra came. The bear's flood was even bigger and more intense, and for not the first time, the Addler could see the physical attraction between the huge bear and the small human.

After several long minutes, Colten's limp body shifted and flopped to the side. The Addler hissed and clenched, forming his glutes into hard, tight balls of muscle as the bear's massive cock dragged free. The cobra sagged back down before rolling over onto the other side, keeping his thickness buried inside the human, who ended up squeezed up against Colten's side.

The bear's head dipped down as a satisfied rumble echoed from his chest. His tongue dragged across Bert's forehead and hair as the human gasped and twitched, cock still dripping as he wrapped himself against Colten's broad, muscular chest, though he couldn't even get his arm to stretch to the bear's far pec.

“Mmm… that was great, babe," Colten rumbled.

“You too," Bert gasped.

“Heh… you're so cute…"

The human panted and blushed as he pressed his face into the bear's side and inhaled the deep, thick musk. The Addler grinned as he relaxed, letting Bert's glutes milk his half-hard length.

“By the way, you want to get takeout tonight?"

“Mmmh… whatever you want," Bert said. The human's eyes closed as he tipped his head back, and Colten's lips spread as the big bear's muzzle tipped lower still.

For the first time, the Addler really felt like a third wheel. Bert wiggled a little, but otherwise didn't react as the brown-scaled cobra pulled himself free and shifted off the bed. The bear's arms scooped Bert up and cradled him, pulling him into the deep, shaggy fur across the bear's powerful chest and neck. The human moaned into the kiss as they both completely forgot about the cobra who stood near the doorway, tail tip flicking as he watched them.

They really were sweet, the Addler thought. A good couple, despite how inappropriate it could look for a coach to date a senior. Still, maybe the cobra could help with that… he was feeling the wanderlust, the urge to move on, but whereas normally he'd simply disappear, now he wanted to make sure to thank these two for being such accommodating hosts. After all, keeping such a cute relationship together and safe from prying eyes was the least he could do.

The cobra's muzzle curled into a grin as he considered a plan…

* * *

A chorus of voices thundered out, filling the locker room.

“Yes, Coach!"

A low, steady, murmur.

“Yes, Coach!"

Another murmur, then the sounds of a pair of fingers snapping echoed off the tiles.

On the other side of the locker room, the door opened and Bert and Colten entered. The tennis coach's eyes widened when he saw the door opposite closing and the tip of a brown-scaled tail disappear from view. The team was already assembled and kneeling in neat rows in front of the lockers, all done up in their tight white shorts and polo shirt uniforms. Bert joined them in line as Coach Colten stood in front, staring down his muzzle at them. He thought he saw traces of pink in the eyes of a few of the players, but after he shook his head, he realized it was nothing. An outbreak of pinkeye right before the season would be a disaster.

“Alright, team, listen up. We've got five days before the tournament, and we're going to make sure we do it right," the bear said. “You all showed a lot of improvement out there today, but don't slack! Cocky players are the quickest to lose!"

The muscular bear grunted. “Any questions?"

The hands of every single player in the room, including Bert, shot into the air. Colten looked around with a confused look. Normally his players couldn't wait to escape his practices, especially Bert, who recently started a part time job at a sushi shop near the campus.

“Uh… yes, Nate."

A lean cheetah lowered his hand, and his eyes flared from white to pink and back again in a flash as he spoke. “Can I suck your cock, Coach?"

The bear's muzzle dropped open as the rest of the team immediately started shouting.

“No, me first! Me!"

“Dibs on Bert!"

“Maybe he can fuck me after?"

The end