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After the family of dragons returned from their camping trip, ERO moved to YongSeop's house--the cave was too far away from civilization to find suitable hosts. Jello advised her in said move. And since the city in which the dragons lived was particularly small, a Hive would pass unnoticed. The two-story Victorian house became the nest for the alien entity and none of the neighbors noticed the change. When the grass died and the white wood got covered by some very small purple tendrils, everyone believed YongSeop had lost interest in the property; some neighbors approached with visible concern, only to be dismissed by Danny, who said the orange dragon was sick for the moment.

However, YongSeop was healthier than ever. In the basement, ERO was pleasing herself day and night, possessed by the dragon's lust. The place was different from the cave, and she terraformed the building with little effort--what once was a humid storage room became a clone of her cave, with soft walls made of purples tendrils and the ground covered in a very slimy green substance. ERO used the plumbery to expand what she called "Seedbed" across the entire house, breaking the wooden walls and turning it into a living entity for her or any of her "Children" to enjoy.

The first days were strange for the family. Not only YongSeop and Danny try to live with ERO's consciousness inside their heads, but Bheni went through the same with Jello's. It was like having someone behind you speaking to your ear and moving your limbs at any given moment, only to suddenly become a spectator of your own life. But Queen ERO was gentle with them, and the pleasure offered was beyond their imagination; for Bheni was easier, having an opportunity to express his feelings for Jello more intimately.

Before they realized it, their lives became one with ERO. The main task for Danny and Bheni/Jello was to "feed" the house--even when Jello hadn't been absorbed by the alien entity, the cum he and his brother produced was of great help to her. In their original bodies, the dragons merged with the seedbed, whose tentacles provoked several orgasms to milk their precious and powerful dragon seed. When they weren't feeding the house, the brothers took turns breeding the Queen in a messy and wild gangbang. This was a paradise for YongSeop, who also moaned inside ERO's body as his nephews fucked him for hours.

And when the Queen didn't need them, the family gathered to play board games in what was left of their living room or talked about how it was living with the Queen, paying no attention to the unnatural environment in which they lived. The dragons liked to bet on who could transform faster and better, a silly game in which even Jello took part, turning Bheni into a bigger version of himself with a mix of blue and green across the jelly scales. It was fun and relaxing to walk around the house switching between bodies and personalities, being male or female whenever Danny or YongSeop feel like it.

But it was during those days when the red dragon noticed something odd with him. His transformation was slower than the others and he couldn't keep it that long. He usually felt disconnected from ERO's mindset, missing things that the Hive MInd said to the rest. It was as if a part of his consciousness was still resisting the alien overlord, something he was ashamed of. Danny never shared those feelings with the rest of the family, but the Queen was more than aware of them.

One morning, Danny was helping Bheni with the kitchen's moisture. The blue dragon requested his support while on his fours, which his brother couldn't resist. He knew the seedbed had done all the work already, but the pheromones it used lasted hours, sending the dragons into a maddening heat. Bheni had come twice already and he begged for more. Danny's legs were a mess of slime and cum, which only increased his lust as he fucked his brother until he filled his hole with a massive load that quickly came out of it, even with the thick cock sealing it.

Exhausted, Danny fell over the soft seedbed. He was proud of the way he destroyed Bheni's ass, the perfect follow-up for a tentacle session. The red dragon was about to tell his brother something when a voice made him stop.

"Danny. Please come to my chamber," he heard ERO's voice inside his head.

The dragon trembled. Her voice alone provoked in him a shock of pleasure. No matter where he was, it always felt as if the Queen herself was right behind him, moving her tentacles and fingers across his chest. Danny shook his head and walked through the alien-invaded house. The purple tendrils were thicker and numerous inside, giving the place a sinister look. Most of the switches and light bulbs weren't working, but the vines alone were enough to illuminate the building. The hallways had twisted in shapes that defied logic and made the house look bigger than it was--assuming it was just an illusion, of course.

The closer he was from the basement the hornier Danny felt, even after breeding Bheni. It was incredible how strong her aura was. The pheromones made by the seedbed were nothing compared to the Queen's. He eventually felt pulled into the room by her lust. It was scary. It was exciting.

As he reached the end of the stairs, Danny was greeted with the delightful sight of Queen ERO laying over a throne made of vines. Beautiful and perfect as always. Her skin looked like a very tight orange latex suit with purple details in the chest, thighs, and wings, squeezing and enhancing her physical attributes, from the massive breast to her thick legs and hips. She maintained the physical attributes of a dragon, if slightly more feminine than her host. The "cap" over her head--a being similar to a huge larva--reminded him of the parasite that started it all, a creature with two big green eyes that moved on its own. With hands as big as gauntlets, she called the red dragon with a finger. Danny's attention jumped between the fingers playing with her pussy and the massive tail laying another egg. Any worry he had in mind vanished over the precious sight of his Queen.

"Danny," she started speaking between moans, "What have I told you about using clothes?"

"I-I beg your pardon, my Queen," the dragon looked immediately at ERO's eyes. He noticed the tentacles moving towards him. "I went outside for a moment and forgot to take them off," truth is, Danny enjoyed having sex with his clothes on. It was a little kink of his past self, one that he got from fucking in several public places.

ERO helped him tear the clothes apart with little effort, until the horny dragon was naked with his cock fully erected and out of his slit, still dripping from his last climax. He swallowed. The slimy tentacles moved all over his body, leaving a trace of purple ooze in its path.

"Much better," ERO said. "I have something to tell you, my child". One tentacle wrapped around Danny's cock, making the dragon moan in delight, ERO smiled at that answer, and slowly pulled him towards her. The egg was halfway there, covered in a white, cum-looking slime. "One of our colonies is having troubles with the locals living close to it. I don't wanna attract attention over it, so I'll be taking care of them."

"I could go instead, my Queen. There's no need for you to waste your time on meaningless tasks," he fought against his need to moan. The tentacle around his cock squeezed it more and more; ERO's touch was so incredible that he felt on the verge of cumming just by that.

"I appreciate your spirit, but I shall take care personally of this task. Since Bheni and Jello established that hive, they'll go with me. And you will help me to protect our Hive while we're gone."

Danny was close enough to smell her. There were no words to describe that scent. He fell to his knees, defeated by his own lust. It was impossible to resist her charms. ERO spread her pussy with two fingers and his horny dragon jumped immediately over it. Danny shoved his tongue in, tasting and swallowing the thick fluids coming out of it; it was the never-ending orgasm of his Queen. She shivered and held Danny's head against her pussy. The pleasure was immense. The long tongue moved deep and licked every corner with admirable diligence; it wasn't just a task but a privilege to please the Queen's sexual desires, and Danny was more than happy to be the reason behind her moans.

Another orgasm came while she had the dragon's maw all the way inside her. Danny coughed for a second, but he received it as a blessing from his Queen, swallowing as much as he could while getting his face covered in a white slime, similar to the one covering the eggs. And for the horny dragon that was enough to cum all over the floor, shooting a massive load of hot dragon cum that the seedbed quickly absorbed.

ERO's climax got prolonged by the egg coming out of her tail. It was bigger than any other egg, enough for the alien being to feel an unbearable pleasure. She released Danny, who fell on his ass as he tried to recover his breath. The alien Queen continued moaning for several seconds until her orgasm ended. Exhausted, she gave Danny a cheerful smile and the tentacles took the egg she had laid.

Danny got confused after ERO offered him the egg. He took it, looked at her, then looked back at the egg. It was different from the others. Bigger and with an orange color instead of the purple one. And it was warm. The larva inside moved frenetically, eager to break free.

"Taking care of the Hive requires concentration," she started talking, making pauses to breathe. "It might not look like it, but more than one had shown interest in this place. The seedbed, you see, has... some very particular qualities. And while I would love to take each one of them as hosts, it is important to maintain appearances between the earthlings. You'll find in this throne all you need to watch over our home," ERO leaned forward to give Danny a quick kiss on the lips. "Keep this egg close to you at any moment. In case of an emergency, you will find in it the strength you need."

"Prove me what you are capable of."

ERO left that night without Danny noticing it.

The next morning, the red dragon entered ERO's chamber. It was strange being there without the Queen occupying her throne. Even the vines had a different color as if the entire house noticed ERO's absence. Danny doubted for a second what to do. He never imagined he would have a chance to sit on the same throne. It was almost like a dream--or at least that's what a part of his brain believed. For a moment, he even thought it was a test made by the Queen.

The nature behind the throne was a mystery. The vines it was made of moved constantly, like small serpents. It had a hole to fit the Queen's tail. From the base, Danny found dozens of small tentacles connected to the seedbed; it was easy to assume the throne was the heart of the house, which would explain why the Queen said he would find everything he needed to protect it.

After long deliberation, Danny finally walked toward the throne. At first, nothing happened, besides his initial excitement. Sitting there did make him feel powerful. But some seconds after, the naked dragon felt a couple of tendrils crawling up his legs. It was weird at first, a completely different touch from the one he was used to. The tentacles didn't move in the same slow and sensual manner as ERO's, but rather like the automatic seatbelt commonly used in airships.

That didn't stop the dragon from having a rush of adrenaline over the experience. The grip was firm, and it told him he wouldn't move from there for a long time. Three more tentacles came from behind the throne; two wrapped around his arms, and the third one invaded his maw. Danny gagged at first, and it distracted him from the other bindings.

One tentacle went inside his ass; the small size allowed it to penetrate him with little effort, only to get thicker after reaching his prostate. The other one went into his slit, using the fluids inside as lubricant to reach and suck Danny's cock. The horny reptile squirmed in place, unable to moan with his maw full. Despite all the things he had done with ERO, the pleasure always felt new and fresh, almost like a first time. He didn't fight against the tentacles. The way his body reacted was entirely a response to how much he enjoyed it.

Eventually, and among the constant pleasure, Danny felt something within him. Seconds after, the thick slime that announced his transformation started to come out from his maw and slit. He wasn't thinking about it like he usually does, the tentacles forced the change to his ERO form. Unlike the first time, the slime moved quickly to cover his body from head to toes. With his fists clenched, he endured not only the fucking but the entire transformation process. It was like sinking into a vast sea, deeper and deeper into his subconscious until he could barely see the surface and the sounds coming from it. Squeezing his body, the slime took the shape of a smaller version of ERO, with purple skin instead of orange. Her breast kept the same size, but her legs weren't as thick as the original, and the tail lacked the opening from where the eggs came out. The larva over her head kept the same size, but it had a white mane around its tail, similar to Danny's.

Inside the alien creature, Danny reached his climax. His load was absorbed immediately by the tentacle, only for him to taste it in his mouth some seconds later. His consciousness faded slowly as he became she, adopting her play as another one of ERO's hosts.

With the transformation finished, the tentacles retired with the same mechanical movements. ERO gasped for some air. She wanted to stand up, but her legs refused.

"My poor little Danny," ERO said, "was I too rough with the process?" She moved her hand down to feel the cock coming out from the slit, only to find the second skin blocking the path. She purposely made Danny's suit tighter than the rest. If there was one thing ERO loved the most were big muscles, and the red dragon had a well-defined body; even covered under the latex, she was sensible enough to feel each muscle by running a finger across her skin. And the bulge was no difference, clearly marked against the latex. She loved to rub it to make the dragon cum over and over again until the seed had spread everywhere.

But that was no time to please herself. She was conscious of the task ahead, Queen ERO had given her a mission to prove that the dragon was a worthy host and that she could use his powers to help the Hive. The purple alien closed her eyes and focused on the house. The hallways. The rooms. The entry door. And beyond that. And she saw each corner of the building as if she was there. It was the first time she did that, and yet, it felt so familiar.

Probably the thing that took her the most to get used to. She was ERO and at the same time, she wasn't. She was Danny and at the same time, she wasn't. Two beings living in one mind, and that mind was part of something bigger. That ERO knew how to do things she had never done before, and she experienced memories of events that never took place in her brief life. It was the most confusing part of being another node on a Hive Mind.

Because of that, ERO noticed what the Queen meant by protecting the colony from prying eyes. The people passing by didn't just ignore the house and moved on. They showed curiosity over the strange building. It was different from all the others. It called for exploration. Who lived there? Why the house looked that way? What's that smell coming from it? ERO felt their intentions. It was like seeing inside their heads. The house attracted them. And it was her task to keep them at bay.

But not yet. In the middle of the day, no one had a reason to approach the dirty house. It was only a burning curiosity that quickly died as soon as they passed by. ERO had memories of Danny experiencing something similar towards abandoned buildings. It was like an adventure, a journey into an unknown world that also felt like a waste of time.

Nothing bad happened during the day. Nothing interesting called ERO's attention. And so she spent the time doing the thing she loved the most and pleased herself with fingers and tentacles until the dragon couldn't keep the transformation anymore. Around 7:00 PM, ERO's skin started to dry and it opened like a cocoon from where a naked dragon covered in purple slime came out of it. Exhausted, he fell to his knees and turned to look at the throne, where the husk melted and disappeared among the vines.

"Fuck..." he gasped with a certain pride in his voice. "I kept it a little longer". Danny lay on the floor with his arms extended to both sides, and laughed in disbelief at his feat. "It's merging better with me."

Danny reached for the roof, imagining the Queen was over him, trying to hold his hand. But the effort put not only into the transformation but also the surveillance drained his energy. He fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

Not so far from YongSeop's house, there was an old Bar long forgotten by the world around it and frequented only by the oldest clients it had and some questionable folks. Among said folks existed a shady trio that always took the corner table. One of them was a blue rat with his left ear chewed--the story about it changed every time he told it. Another one was a peculiar sight, a red crocodile with a scar crossing his right eye. The last one, who had the look of being the one in charge, was a bull with the face painted in white, and with both horns filed.

The rat drummed his long fingers over the table. He had his eyes fixed on the entrance, expecting someone to walk in. His long ears caught the sound of an old analog clock hanging from the wall. He ran his hand through the messy hair before going back to drumming--faster.

The crocodile looked at him and just rolled his eyes. "Could you stop that? You're making me anxious," he said in a deep voice.

"We're wasting time here. I could be out there scouting," the rat replied.

"We'll have time for that later, Jules. Right now, let's hear what the boss has to say," the crocodile then looked at the bull, who had been silent most of the night. He knew it was Theron's way to deal with that kind of situation.

"No, no, no, no, what we really need is a good hit. I have plenty of houses in my sight. There's a rumor about a drug lab on Candace St.," Jules scratched the wooden table with his nails. If there was one thing he disliked from Lambert was his lack of enthusiasm. Always looking for what the Boss had to say. Smell like a bootlicker, although he never said that in front of the crocodile.

"Impatience is exactly what brought us here, don't you remember?"

Theron cleared his throat. His red eyes opened to inspect the two remaining members of his gang. The leather jacket didn't do much to hide the muscles he packed--or maybe it was because he loved to keep it open, showing his massive pecs and the white fur between them. But even without those muscles visible the bull had quite a threatening aura. The golden earrings and the thick nose ring were the first things one noticed, details that somehow gave him a rude look even when his face said otherwise. The silky white mane fell over his back, with two ponytails in front at both sides of his head.

"This is a mess, indeed," he started. "I can't believe Brant sold us like that."

"It's a miracle we managed to escape," Jules said.

"I'm gonna rip off his face," Lambert added.

"We'll have time for vengeance. But right now I believe our best choice is to stay low."

"What?!" Jules' voice caught some clients' attention, to which Lambert replied with a hit on his shoulder.

"Stay low, asshole."

"But that's an awful idea!" Jules continued, rubbing where the crocodile hit him. "We're low on money. What we need is the opposite of staying low!"

"I know we have no money left, but the cops are still looking for us."

"Then let's do a quick hit and scram out of here until things settle down."

"While it might be a good idea, I'm not gonna risk you two," Theron held both hands together. "We went from seven to three in one night. I have no clue how to get the rest out of jail. And in case I haven't been clear in the several times I mentioned this in the past, you are a family to me, and I must protect you all," he made a pause and took a deep breath to calm down. "So, until I find a way to help the rest, we won't do anything. And we won't scram out of here," he finished pushing one finger against the table while looking at Jules' eyes.

Jules trembled for what he felt was a threat. And with good reason. After all, Theron had a way to deal with people, one way or another. Still, the rat was disappointed over the idea of staying low. "I'll be outside," he said and stood up, leaving the other two alone.

"I know I probably shouldn't say this-," Lambert started.

"You shouldn't."

"Yeah. I won't," he made a pause. "I should go talk with him."

"Let him be. He's angry. And with good reason. I should have noticed it beforehand," the bull clenched both fists but stopped before slamming them against the table.

"It was no one's fault. Brant betrayed us on his own. I hope the pigs offered him a good deal at least."

"I'll check if there's a way to get everyone out. Let's meet tomorrow in the safe house. Hopefully, Jules would feel better by then."

"I'll let them know."

Outside the bar, Jules was kicking an already ruined garbage can. The rat couldn't believe one of the oldest members of the gang had betrayed them like that. And just after he found out several candidates all over Candace St. That was supposed to be their biggest hit. He continued kicking the garbage can, picturing it as a stupid raccoon, until his paw felt sore and the metal couldn't bend anymore.

"We can't even get them out of jail," Jules lamented.

Or could they? If they could get enough money from just one house, that might be enough to bribe some officers and save the rest of the gang. But Theron wanted them to stay low for who knows how long and knowing him, he wouldn't change his mind. Lambert was too close to the boss to disobey an order. He was on his own, just like the good ol' days.

Jules cleaned something sticky from his black hoodie and ran towards Candace St. on a quick scout mission. He disappeared in the shadow of the night before the crocodile walked out of the bar; Lambert assumed he went home, and so did Theron, who decided to give the rat some time alone to vent out all his frustration.

Jules arrived after 15 minutes. Candace St. was another street in a boring, lifeless neighborhood, where most of the people were either old or working extra shifts every day to get an apartment in the city. Very few people lived there by choice, which made it an excellent spot for a gang of home invaders.

One of his contacts previously informed about old couples holding valuable items. Elderly people usually had some very prized stuff, especially from the old era. They also had a profound dislike for security systems, which made things easier for the rat; a natural in infiltration, Theron trusted him when it came to securing a route and dealing with any kind of security. But without alarms in the way, that was a job that Jules could do alone.

His optimism didn't last, unfortunately. While he didn't have trouble entering each and every house in the street, he also found nothing of value that was worth taking. The rat became more and more impatient as he advanced through the street until he wanted to kick his contact in the balls for giving him the wrong info.

It was during that ramble when he stood in front of an old house. The garden was dead, and something was coming out of the tables, but he couldn't see what was exactly. Jules doubted that it had something valuable, but as he walked away, a sudden thought invaded his head. Or more exactly, an urge. Jules swallowed after taking a deep breath. There was a sweet and familiar smell in the air. He couldn't say exactly why but the rat felt a warm sensation in his chest as the scent invaded his lungs, and it slowly moved down. Was that a hunch? A premonition? Or maybe something else...?

Danny woke up immediately. He felt it. There was another presence in the house, one that didn't match ERO's energy. The dragon immediately felt regret and shame for falling asleep on the only job he had for that day. He sat on the throne, but he was still exhausted to go over the transformation a second time in a day, especially when he maintained it for so long. Whoever had entered the house, Danny would have to deal with him on his own.

Holding the egg ERO gave him, the dragon left the basement and walked quietly. He felt the presence but not the exact location. It was easier for the Queen, who had a stronger connection with the house. Exhausted as he was, Danny dragged his paws across the vine-covered floor until he reached the stairs. Danny took a look at the egg. The Queen said he should use it only in case of emergency. Was that an emergency? No, he knew he could beat the intruder even if he was armed. But when he looked at the egg, something within him made click. Whatever was inside it wasn't another parasite. That one was different, one the Queen made especially for him. And it asked him to crack it open. A heartbeat became louder and louder as the creature inside the egg moved, trying to break free from its prison. Until the struggle made one single crack in the surface...

Somewhere else in the house, Jules couldn't believe what he was seeing. Instead of a dusty house, the floor, walls, and roof were covered in thick purple vines. It reminded him of a building from an apocalyptic movie, and his first instinct was to escape. But that hunch pulsed again inside his mind. There was something valuable there. He knew it. Whatever it was, it was waiting for him. It was a familiar feeling. He took his lantern and advanced slowly through the kitchen, following the sweet scent he perceived outside; it was stronger there. The vines were softer than what he expected, and it felt almost like walking over rubber toys--they didn't make any sound, but he could swear the vines tried to grab him as he walked.

One of the doors was stuck. With a lantern in hand, the rat advanced to the other side of the kitchen, where another door led him into some kind of study. Most of the books were on the floor and covered by the strange vines. The furniture--or what was left of it--was also destroyed, pierced by the vines and twisted into something hard to describe, like thrones poorly made floating in the air. It started to look like the scenario of a horror movie.

As he advanced, that "hunch" became stronger. Jules trembled several times. The room became hotter before he could notice it, and he had an uncontrollable desire to take off his clothes. He had to lean against one of the weird thrones to recover his breath. His hand clenched around the lantern and the rat crossed his legs as the "hunch" turned into something else. He recognized it, but he refused to admit he was feeling that. Heat. An unbearable heat. Pictures of a naked crocodile flashed in his mind. A bull too. A cheetah. A dragon. They were members of the gang, people Jules admired and desired in secret. The rat moved a hand down his crotch, where his cock begged for release. He could taste them, feel them, even when he never had a chance to see them naked. Why would he have those fantasies in a moment like that...?

A loud noise came from somewhere in the house. Something heavy had fallen. Jules snapped out and knew it was time to go, but the door leading to the kitchen closed right in front of him, and the purple vines covered it immediately. He almost tripped at the sight of the unnatural response, and his brain ordered him to jump through the window behind him. When he pulled the curtain, he found vines covering his exit too. Jules tried to break through them and dropped the lantern the moment he held the vine. It wasn't a plant or some kind of wood. It felt like latex--hardened, but latex nonetheless. And it was alive. The damn thing palpitated the moment he put a hand over it.

"What the fuck is this place?" He muttered and picked up the lantern, decided to find another exit.

When the rat turned towards the door leading deep into the house, he saw a red dragon standing under the threshold. Jules was speechless. The naked dragon had his face covered by some kind of orange slug. From under his scales a weird substance was leaking. It made him think for a moment that he was bleeding, but the liquid was the same color as the slug, and it looked thicker, like a slime.

The dragon moved forward, and his paw took another shape almost immediately. As he advanced, his entire body changed too. It became bigger as the slime continued covering him, until Jules couldn't see the dragon anymore. His body took a more feminine look, growing the biggest breasts Jules had ever seen. Both hands got covered by some kinds of gauntlets with a huge green eye on each one. His tail became thicker, and the shape reminded Jules of a foxtail but without the fur. While it still looked like a dragon, that thing wasn't a dragon. The slug over his head grew two huge green eyes that looked right at the rat.

Jules reached the wall. He was trapped. His instinct told him to run anywhere, but his legs refused to move. He wasn't thinking. The creature before him was an abomination, something that shouldn't exist. And at the same time, he couldn't stop admiring the beautiful features, from the breast to the thick hips, and that charming smile that he or it or whatever it was offered to Jules. The rat smiled back, a smile that disappeared immediately when he felt the tentacles wrap around his ankles and wrists, pulling him against the wall.

Jules screamed. He called for help. He fought against the bindings. But nothing stopped the slime that was already dripping over him from the wall. The vines changed their consistency, going back to the same slime from where they came from. Jules couldn't understand why that was happening. He went silent after the slime covered his face, leaving his nostrils free for him to breathe. He felt how every inch of his body got covered in goo, and after that, he moaned in delight when the substance hardened and pressed him against the wall.

"What a lovely gift destiny has brought to me," a female voice said in his head. "Trust me, darling, that I'll give your body a very good use."

He couldn't move. The slime dissolved his clothes but left his body intact. Jules knew how dangerous that situation was, but even that couldn't stop the lust in his chest. His body claimed the sweet satisfaction of sex more than ever. His mind craved an orgasm.

The seedbed tightened more. Jules felt the tentacles moving inside, looking for their prize. He recognized the intentions immediately but couldn't do anything to stop them. Squirming inside his cocoon was the only thing Jules did as one tentacle entered his asshole. Small at first, it grew in size seconds after reaching a considerable distance. A shocking pleasure went through his body the moment it started to fuck him. A second tentacle followed, going for his mouth this time. It provoked in him an urge to gag that lasted mere seconds; the tentacle started to feed him the same green goo that covered the ground.

In the darkness, a familiar shape appeared. The Queen appeared before him. Jules didn't know who she was, but his mind recognized her in an instant. The alien overlord took him by the chin and kissed him, invading his throat with her large tongue. It was the best kiss Jules received. And he was thankful for that. The memory of what just happened faded as the Queen continued kissing him. And when she got tired of his lips, she gave him the privilege of seeing her kneel to taste the 8-inches-long cock the rat had to offer. Oh, the pressure of her lips alone was enough for Jules to cum, feeding the Queen with a hot load of rat cum, one she drank diligently before sucking his shaft to get more of the tasty seed.

He forgot where he was and what he was doing. At that moment, he was in Paradise, and the being knelt in front of him was a goddess. And who was he to deny her what she wanted? Gay or not, if that beautiful creature wanted his seed, he would give it to her no matter what. For she would offer him a pleasure none other being in this world could offer.

In the real world, ERO licked her lips. She could taste his cum through the seedbed. The alien being observed the cocoon; it was like a very detailed sculpture of the rat hanging from the wall. It was admirable. ERO gave the rat a soft caress and knelt to lick the bulge poking through the seedbed. The rat's cock was huge, and she tried to imagine what kind of pleasure it would offer her

After some seconds, the rat's belly glowed green. "Good. Good. Drink it all my boy. You'll be a splendid host after I finish with you," ERO said, moving her hand over the growing belly. Inside that cocoon was a perfect cycle that could keep the house in great shape. She didn't know why she knew that. The idea popped into her head.

Some seconds after, the rat sunk into the seedbed. The Study went back to silence as if nothing had happened, and the blockage covering the door disappeared. ERO looked around, then took a look at herself. She had evolved. The Queen blessed her with a power beyond her imagination. With Jules trapped inside the walls, ERO saw into his mind and smiled at the image of the other two males with whom he was recently.

"Well, let's wait for our guests. I believe a little party is about to begin". ERO chuckled before dissolving into a green goo that was absorbed by the house.

The next morning, Theron stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. Lambert was already waiting for him outside. The concern on the crocodile's face was notorious even before he parked, which wasn't a good sign, to begin with. The bull kept calm as he approached, knowing Lambert wouldn't speak unless he asked first.

"What's going on? You look like Ralph after three expressos."

"Jules isn't here," he spitted without thinking.

"What?"

"And he didn't sleep at home either," Lambert continued swiftly. "He's not answering his phone. His bed is done. Hell, even his regular clients told me he didn't appear last night."

"Wow, wow, wow, slow down". Theron knew only one had the right to lose his mind at that moment, and it couldn't be him. The crocodile was freaking out already. "Did you check with Izra?"

"With everyone," the crocodile replied with a strong emphasis. "He's nowhere to be found!"

Fucking hell. Theron wanted to yell. The bull was mad already and the last thing he needed was to lose another crew member--especially if it was Jules. Lambert walked from side to side, and Theron quickly realized why: the crocodile introduced Jules into the gang after arguing with him for weeks. Jules was young, and Theron had his doubts about it; not because he was inexperienced but the risks of working alongside them. In his mind, Lambert was responsible for Jules' safety. Now more than ever he needed to act as the gang leader.

"Calm down," Theron took the reptile from the shoulders. "Panicking won't do anything for us. Right now we need to make a plan."

Theron thought for a moment. Did the rat say something the night before? Besides being bad, he wasn't ok with staying low. He had a plan. Jules shared it with the rest of the team days ago.

"Candace St.," he remembered, and his eyes opened wide as the memory played in his head. "Jules said there was something good on Candace St."

Lambert didn't get it at first. Then he also remembered how Jules insisted that he got some intel from a trusty source, something about a wealthy family or a hidden meth lab, although he didn't pay much attention to the details. But he was sure the rat mentioned Candace St. several times.

"That asshole probably tried to do the job alone," the crocodile growled. "This is perfect! What if he got caught?"

"That sneaky bastard? I doubt it. But something bad might have happened if he went into hiding," Thero bit his lip down. Jules chose the worst possible time to be a hero. "Look. There might be a way to get everyone out but we'll have to take different paths for a while after that. I'll see what I can do. In the meanwhile, the good ol' officer Lambert could ask around Candace St. if someone has seen a rat with Jules' description. And whatever you find out, let me know immediately. Got it?"

Lambert looked at Theron's eyes for a while before nodding. He was baffled, having an idea of what the boss had in mind to save the gang; it was an option that pretty much was against everything the bull told them, but he couldn't imagine of anything else good enough to get all those misfits out of that mess. But right now, he had more important things to do. The crocodile left some seconds later, leaving an exhausted Theron alone. He waited until Lambert was out of sight to throw a hit at his truck. Things went south so quickly, and it would only get worse by the look of it.

Of all the gang members, Lambert was the one who looked the best on the blue uniform--good enough to fool the people, at least. Having a family member in the force also helped him to know how to interrogate others. The crocodile didn't like it, though. Pants too tight. He couldn't understand why so many people had a kink for that kind of uniform; he was more of a leather type of guy.

Following Theron's orders, he went house to house, asking around if someone had seen a rat with Jules' description in regards to an ongoing investigation. He had that cheerful smile that tell people it wasn't a serious matter but that any info would help. Unfortunately, no one recognized his friend. He expected that answer; Jules was the kind of guy who knew how to blend and be invisible, despite the bright fur tone. That was one of the reasons why he got him into the gang.

When the crocodile assumed his failure, and before he retreated, an elderly beaver approached him.

"Excuse me, officer?" He called him, walking as fast as his old body allowed.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Yes, excuse me. Before you leave I wanna make a report, if it's ok."

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

"You see, these past few weeks this house" he pointed at the bad-shaped victorian house, "has changed a lot. Not only looks bad but there's this strange smell coming from it, especially during the night. I'm scared there might be running something illegal there."

Lambert looked again at the house, the one he considered inhabited. He didn't stop there to ask. And now that the beaver had mentioned it, there was a sweet scent in the air.

"Maybe the guy you're looking for is hiding there," the beaver added before leaving. The sweet scent disappeared some seconds after.

It was common among junkies to invade abandoned houses and turn them into dangerous meth labs, nothing that Jules couldn't handle. Unless the entire house was invaded. He called Theron immediately.

The bull arrived one hour later. Lambert was still in uniform watching the house from the other side of the street.

"Is that it?" Theron asked.

Lambert nodded and let out a long sigh. "I asked again and some neighbors described the same sweet aroma. It's stronger the closer you are."

"I can't think of any lab with a sweet smell."

"It could be something new. Junkies had a spark of creativity now and then, mixing stuff that shouldn't work together. Maybe that's what Jules was after."

"One last hit. If they're making something new it could be a gold mine."

Theron took a deep breath. It was obvious why Jules insisted so much on doing it. It could very well solve all their problems. A quick look around revealed an empty street, although some people might be watching through their windows.

"Have you checked the house? Any visible entrance?" The bull asked after some seconds.

"Not yet. I've been waiting for someone to come in or out but nothing has happened. The neighbors said a family of dragons lives there, nothing out of the ordinary. But they started to neglect the house over the last two months."

"Any name?"

"Yes, YongSeop. It seems he's the owner, but they don't know the others."

"YongSeop," Theron repeated. "Well, we don't have a lot of time to do a thorough investigation. We're going in tonight. No weapons. I don't wanna wake up the entire neighborhood."

"Got it... Where are you going?" Lambert asked after seeing the bull getting back into his car.

"I'm getting all of us out of this mess tonight," he replied and drove away without giving Lambert any further explanation.

When the night arrived, Theron and Lambert waited for the people to go to bed. Theron observed from his car the lights going off in each window, and only left when he considered no one would notice them. Lambert was on the opposite side of the street, laying against a tree. When he saw the boss, he threw his cigarette away and approached.

"Either they have a secret tunnel or the place is empty," the crocodile said once he got close enough. "There's not even a single light on."

"That could be good or bad for us. Depending on the kind of people we're facing."

As they approached the house, the duo noticed the smell coming from it. It was like candy, but not one they recognized--not even from drugs. And it became stronger the closer they were to the building.

"So... did you make a deal?" Lambert asked, trying to get his attention into something else besides the smell.

"Yeah. You're probably gonna be fine, but I might have to go into hiding for some months. But right now, let's focus on getting Jules out of here."

"We're being too optimistic, you know...?"

"Would you rather assume he's dead by now?" The crocodile didn't answer. "Yeah, that's what I thought". The two of them jumped the small wooden fence and crawled the rest of the way. Theron stopped under a window and sighed. "I know the chances of him being alive--or even here--are low, but at least I wanna know what happened to him. And so you too."

"Yeah... I don't think I'm ready to find his body but...," his voice almost cracked. Theron put a hand over his shoulder, and the confidence in his eyes was enough to calm him down.

"We're getting him out."

"Y-yeah!"

"Now. It looks like this window is broken, maybe this was his entry point. Let's do this quickly. And if you find any of those fuckers, show them what happens when you mess with one of us."

Lambert nodded and got ready to follow his boss. Theron pushed the window up and jumped in. The sweet smell hit his nose in an instant, stunning the bull for a moment. He could even taste it at that point, an aroma that reminded him of the delicious bodies of the many males and females with whom he slept during his life. Theron saw them lying there for him, asking or begging for more of his manhood, embracing his muscular body as both reached climax. He lost some balance and fell to his knees as the countless memories played in his head all at the same time.

He heard a moan. The crocodile entered the house, and by the look of it, he went over the same experience. Even his expression looked feverish, like a man in heat, horny enough to fuck anyone in his path.

"What the fuck was that?" Lambert asked. A string of saliva was hanging from the side of his maw.

"I don't... know," Theron started his reply only to notice then the soft ground in which they were standing. "What in the hell...?"

Lambert noticed it too. He turned on his cellphone lantern and pointed at the floor. The duo was standing over a strange purple surface similar to moss. A strange green goo came out of it whenever they took a step, only to be absorbed almost instantly. Lambert moved the lantern around and found huge tentacles covering the walls and roof; while none of them moved, they did look alive. The crocodile's first instinct was to get the hell out of here, but he almost dropped his cellphone when he discovered the window from where they came in was no longer there, replaced by a thick wall of vines and tentacles.

"What the fuck is this place?" Theron asked. He shared Lambert's concern after seeing they were trapped there, as there was any other window or door beside the ones leading deep into the house.

"This looks straight out of an alien movie. We should get out of here."

"And what about Jules?"

"What about us?! Does any of this look natural to you?" Lambert extended his arms to point at the entire room. "We have no weapons and no one knows we're here. If something's living here our fists won't do shit to it."

He tried to look for where he believed the door was. But his hands stopped before touching the vines. Standing closer to them, Lambert noticed they look more fleshy. He swallowed and backtracked. Something in his head told him it was dangerous to touch those things.

"We need to find a way out of here," the crocodile whispered. "We gotta burn this shit to the ground."

"Let's try the main door"

The two of them looked at the door leading into the house. None of them considered it a good idea to move forward, but what other option did they have? Against their best judgment, they moved on. The fear tried to stop them. Lambert felt his tail 10 times heavier than it was, and Theron dragged his paws across the floor, leaving a trace of green goo on his path.

And despite the fear, the sweet scent called them too. It became stronger once they walked into the studio. Lambert tried to focus on the strange shapes the furniture took after being absorbed by the tentacles, but whenever he looked away, the shadows turned into the silhouettes of big males calling him, reaching for his hand, only to turn back into a lifeless chair as he looked back. But could he say those vines were really dead...?

Theron heard something heavy pounding with every step he took. From the studio to the living room, the entire furniture had fused with the vines coming out of the floor and took an unnatural look, twisting into angles that defied logic while keeping a certain resemblance with what they were once, as if the vines had failed into mimicking the appearance. A terrifying sight that contrasted with the increasing heat he experienced. The shapes invited him to touch them, to embrace them.

There was no explanation for the nature of that house. And they couldn't understand how something so horrifying could be so perfect at the same time. The sweet scent floating in the air not only felt familiar to them but also invited for a more... intimal approach. The invisible walls in Lambert's mind came down as he stared at Theron's ass, remembering his crush for the bull that he hid under a blanket of respect. The shape of that beautiful body was as perfect as the way the vines twisted and curled across the walls and chairs.

"T-there's the main door," Theron said after some seconds.

The exit was right in front of the stairs leading to the upper floor. His hand reached for a knob that wasn't there, and instead, he held to the soft vines. He retired his hand in an instant, surprised by the firm but soft texture; it reminded him of a rubber toy. But that was impossible because the vines looked alive.

"Maybe we should split up..." he heard Lambert suggesting.

What should have been taken as an awful idea in their current situation, Theron's brain traduced it as the best possible choice. Split up could be the best option, yes. For some reason, his brain told him they would have a bigger chance to find an exit by splitting up.

"Yes, let's split up..." Theron muttered and walked towards the door under the stairs leading into the basement.

Lambert frowned and held the bull's hand. "W-where are you going...? Boss, stop! We should stick together."

But the bull was unnaturally stronger than him. Lambert almost tripped after trying to stop the heavy stud from taking a step further. He thought about hitting him, but when he clenched his fist, a cold breeze ran down his back, sending a shiver across his body. He then thought about it for a moment. There were more windows upstairs. If one of them hadn't been taken by the vines there was a chance to escape. Going alone wasn't precisely safe, but by the time he wanted to try and stop the boss one more time, the bull had already disappeared. Besides, it was the boss who suggested splitting up, he remembered his voice perfectly...

The loud bumping continued even after Theron reached the last step. The basement was extremely humid, and the ground was covered by that weird green goo. Theron didn't need a lantern, not with the purple vines glowing to show him the way. The horny beast couldn't hide his boner any longer, not after he found the beauty standing on the other side. Her figure was beyond perfection, with curves that no other female in the world had. She was a dragon... with huge breasts and thick legs. She pressed both tits together as an invitation for the bull to come closer. And he did, unable to resist that beautiful angel. He didn't see nor felt the tentacles tearing his clothes apart as he approached her, leaving him naked and with a throbbing erection that reached the 10 inches. He didn't reach when the soft hands took him and pulled him against the wall. Theron only saw the magnificent female before him. The Queen herself.

The house was no different upstairs. Lambert was still trying to figure out something, anything to bring some light over that mystery. Maybe that could bring him some peace. Instead, he walked into a hallway twisted to the left. How could the house have those shapes when the outside was completely normal? Even its length looked infinite. How could that even work in the first place?!

And that damn smell was still floating around. The sweetness became stronger after some seconds, and Lambert experienced once again the pleasure and the fantasies of laying in bed with the boss. He saw his shape in the shadows, a naked bull with a massive cock waiting for him. The crocodile drooled and walked into the twisted hallway, begging for that manhood to fuck him. His maw, his slit, his ass, anywhere was good for him as long as it was the boss. He felt dirty for having this image of the man that had been helping him for years, but what else could he do?

Something told him it was wrong. A voice in his head tried to remind him of the place where he was. But the crocodile couldn't stop thinking about licking the sweat of the bull's pits or shoving his nose under his crotch. He was sure that delicious smell was the musky scent of the stud that he had been wanting for so long. And he was right there, waiting for him. No tentacles took off his clothes but his own hands. The naked crocodile knelt and crawled across the soft ground to reach his lover. And when he did, she smiled back at him.

Lambert's eyes opened wide when he saw the strange being made of green goo before him. He--no, she was looking down at him, a creature similar to a dragon but with notorious female attributes. It looked so detailed and alive that he couldn't say if it was slime or someone covered on it. When the creature reached for him, his first instinct was to run away from her. Leaving his clothes behind, the crocodile ran stairs down until he crashed against the wall before them. With nowhere else to go, he followed Theron into the basement.

It wasn't until he reached the end that the crocodile saw the puddle of green slime covering the floor. His fear drowned quickly under the sweet smell coming from it. Lambert looked at it, paralyzed. It was the same color as the creature upstairs, but the scent was irresistible. The lust and fantasies came back to him at that moment, and a mighty need to submerge into that slime almost made him trip over it. When he came back to his senses, he found a familiar face in front of him.

Hanging from the wall, a naked Theron had a dumb expression on his face. Vines held his legs and wrists, while a long tentacle invaded his mouth. The vulnerable bull didn't even notice his partner approaching. Lambert couldn't see how dangerous that was; his eyes were fixated on his throbbing cock. A thick string of pre hanged from the tip, moving from side to side like a pendulum, attracting the horny crocodile.

"Tasty, don't you think?" A female voice whispered to his ear.

"Yeah..."

"Wanna try it? It could be yours."

Lambert felt two warm hands pushing him to his knees. He couldn't say nor do anything in response. His full attention was on the bull and on the massive shaft he carried, bigger than what he imagined. The musk was delicious, the pure scent of a male in heat, ready to shoot his load. The same two warm hands guided him until the thick head went into the reptile's maw, invading it one inch at a time. Lambert experienced a shock of pleasure at the salty flavor of his cum, and his lips closed immediately around its girth, looking to please the bull just as he deserved.

Absorbed in his task, Lambert didn't pay attention to the slime coming from the ceiling. Theron's face disappeared under a cover of purple goo, and the rest of his body followed it. But that wasn't relevant for the croc, who was living the best moment of his life sucking the cock he had been dreaming of for so long. He took it all until he felt the heavy balls pressing against his chin, and suck it happily to get every drop of precum from him.

Because of that, the crocodile didn't feel the green slime moving up his legs, engulfing his body the same way he did with Theron's cock. The house was sucking him in, claiming him as it had done before. And the crocodile had sunk so deep into his fantasy to notice what was happening.

Not even a muffled moan came from Theron's mouth. Most of the upper half of his body had been covered by the seedbed, and the shape of the bull was visible under it as if it had been vacuum-sealed. He wasn't even moving inside, besides the steady movement of his chest as he breathe. The only thing Lambert noticed was the way his legs squirmed and how hard his cock throbbed inside his throat, getting closer and closer to climax. He was dying to taste his cum, to have his face covered by it, and to carry the strong and masculine scent of a real stud...

And then the house devoured him. Lambert snapped out of his trance for a moment when something pulled him down. He let go of Theron's cock and caught a glimpse of the bull being swallowed by the seedbed. His shaft was the last part to get covered, being pressed against his belly by the purple slime. He tried to call him, but he felt too comfortable to scream. The slime pulled him until he was laying on the floor, floating in a sea of green goo. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed. So happy. So excited.

"Does it feels good, darling?" The same female voice asked.

"Yes..." he said, a big smile of satisfaction growing on his face.

"I can make you feel even better."

He couldn't tell from where the voice was coming. At moments he heard her behind him, then by his side, and suddenly far away. But it didn't matter. All he wanted was to feel even better.

"Yes, please," he begged. The sweet aroma of sex and lust took over him. He wanted to touch himself and cum over and over again, but his body was stuck inside the goo. He was slowly sinking into the seedbed, with his fat cock rising like a mast.

The dragon-looking creature he saw upstairs came from the slime and stood between him and Theron. Amorphous at first, the being quickly took the appearance of a female with huge breasts and a thick tail. How could he--even with a preference for males only--deny the perfection displayed by that body? She deserves praise and adoration. Lambert had finally seen that.

The Queen herself in all her beauty put her paw over the crocodile's chest and pushed him down, deep into the seedbed, until he got covered by the green slime. Everything went dark. He couldn't breathe nor hear anything. And some seconds later, he felt the tentacles pushing their way inside his ass and slit, sinking the crocodile even deeper into the maddening lust provided by ERO.

She waited until silence reigned in the basement. The seedbed dragged the crocodile's body until he took his place in the wall, close to the bull that came with him, opposite to the rat from the night before. ERO licked her lips and came out from the shadows with a febrile expression. It was incredible. She knew the potential of the seedbed, but seeing it in action was a different thing. Not only that, but the way it acted was completely different from what she saw in previous hives. The scent it produced messed with the victim's brain in a matter of seconds. There was no escape.

The alien Queen admired the bodies. Perfectly sealed against the walls, she placed one hand over the bull's bulge and felt its palpitation. ERO moaned, experiencing the same pleasure as she kept in contact with him. He was cumming. ERO tasted the semen as the seedbed absorbed it. Her legs wiggled when the tentacle fucking the bull's ass went deeper. The alien rubbed her face against the fat bulge until she perceived his musk, empowered by the slime.

Oh, what a perfect specimen. The rat and crocodile were good, but that bull was a real stud, a male with fat balls producing milk constantly. And he needed someone to milk him. She went into his mind and found how long had been since the last time he experience a real climax before that night. It wasn't as huge as YongSeop's but his sex drive was still out of the chart. And ERO couldn't resist that.

"More... more... give me more..."

ERO pushed herself against the seedbed. She wanted to be inside. So far they had been allowed to do it only in their original bodies, but ERO wanted more. The seedbed had so much potential waiting to be exploited. Only then did she discover that. As the creature slowly merged into Theron's cocoon, ERO imagined all the possibilities. Victims feeding the house while their brains were being reprogramed. A constant flow of semen and pleasure. That was the reason for it. The cocoon grew in size and ERO disappeared inside it, turning it into an amorphous mass on the wall.

The moment he reached Theron, she embraced him in her arms. The bull looked confused at first, especially when the tentacle in his mouth retired. But as soon as he recognized the Queen's appearance, he took her too between his arms. It was a privilege to lay with her, Theron was sure of that. The bull kissed her and his hands followed the shape of her body.

ERO moaned in delight; he had no manners nor delicacy, clearly, a male who cared only for sex, not love. It was the kind of male that liked to cum and go, leaving his lover in bed to do the rest. Savages like them knew how to fuck, and that's what she wanted. Theron squeezed her tits roughly before sucking from one of them, and ERO was glad to find no reaction when her claws pierced the skin of his back. A savage that expected the same treatment, something ERO could provide with ease.

They continued rubbing and squeezing each other bodies. ERO loved his body. His muscles were huge. The scars told her of the many battles he fought in the past. It was an example of an unbreakable male--or that's how he saw himself. But ERO knew how easy was to break someone through something so enjoyable as sex. It was a matter of offering him a pleasure that he couldn't find anywhere else and, just like an addict, he would come back.

The alien being squirmed inside the cocoon until she managed to get Theron's cock inside her pussy. The pleasure was immense once she got impaled by his massive manhood. Her lover moaned too, with notorious despair on his face after experiencing a joy beyond anything he could have imagined. He tried to pull back, but ERO hold him closely and shoved the rest of his shaft inside until she felt the bulge in her belly.

Outside, the deformed cocoon twitched as the couple inside started to fuck. The layer of slime covering them became thinner so it could hold them both. The glowing barrier made slightly visible their silhouettes, showing the struggle Theron was going through as ERO fucked herself. His hands tried to break free from the cocoon to no avail. In response, the cocoon tightened up around them.

It was too much for the bull who just some seconds ago was happy to share that tiny space with her. He never experienced something like that. It was so intense that he refused to believe something like that could be possible. The tightness of her insides. How warm she was. The sensation that he was rubbing his cock against another one with each thrust. And the more he thought about it, the more sure he was that he was fucking both a male and a female at the same time.

He was ready to cum. ERO could feel it. It wouldn't take him long. The bull needed that relief. But she had other plans. She wanted more from him. And there was only one way she could crack that mind of him.

"You are funny..." ERO said as she pulled his cock out of her pussy.

The seedbed dissolved in an instant and Theron fell into ERO's arms. It took him a moment to go back to his senses.

"Good boy," she said, patting the bull between his horns. "I believe you have been through a lot. I won't push you any further. You can leave now. Your friends will suffice."

Theron listed carefully. Judging by his eyes, he knew where he was. He knew what was happening. And he understood ERO's words. Because the Queen allowed him. What he didn't understand was why he was out of his pod. The pleasure. The maddening pleasure. He wanted it back. He needed it.

"N-no... please..." he babbled.

"Huh? Did you say something, dear?"

"P-please... I wanna go back..."

"Oh, but I don't need you. You lack what I need. So there is no need for you to stay here."

Theron tried to talk back once again, but when he saw ERO's expression, he walked away. There was rage in those eyes, and no matter how much he wanted it, he valued more his life. The bull stumbled on his way upstairs, guided by the glowing vines. When he reached the first floor, the main door appeared to his left. He thought about it for a second, afraid that he was making the wrong choice. But his fear got the best of him and he ran away from the house and into the night.

ERO appeared under the door's threshold some seconds later, just in time to see the bull driving away from the house. The stud was broken, but she wanted to push him ever further to reach his full potential. She licked her lips. It wouldn't take a lot for the bull to come back to her.

"Lambert..."

Theron heard someone's voice. Wait... it was his voice. On his fours, a red crocodile was taking in front of him, taking his cock balls deep. Inch after inch of delicious meat invaded his ass with each thrust. It was incredible how tight and hot the crocodile was inside. It was Heaven.

"Lambert..."

There was it again. The bull whispered his name between moans. He loved it. The crocodile was offering him a pleasure none other male nor female had offered him before. Those sweet moments of joy were unique.

"Lambert!"

He was now fucking his slit. He put one hand over his belly and felt the bulge made by the thick shaft. It was throbbing hard. And his cock was melting inside, squeezed against Lambert's dick. Theron was about to cum. Covered in sweat, with tears of pleasure rolling down his cheeks, the crocodile reached his climax and made a mess inside him. Breed me, he said. Make me yours. Bless me with your seed, for there was no bigger glory than carrying your seed and child...

Theron fell from the side of the bed, and the impact threw some stuff too. The bull woke up right before his climax and found himself back in his room. He recognized the nightstand, the bed, the dirty clothes scattered all over the floor, and that strong smell. It wasn't the hotel room in which he was some seconds ago, and Lambert wasn't over his bed with cum leaking out of his bed.

"No, no, no...!" Theron slammed his clenched fists against the solid floor in frustration.

It happened again. He got up and went on another rampage in his already ruined bedroom, kicking and throwing stuff without consideration until his fist found the mirror and the loud noise of broken glass managed to stop him. Huffing loudly, Theron looked at his distorted reflection in the mirror shards, finding the emaciated face of a bull that could very well be over his forties.

Four days. He hadn't been able to sleep for over four days. Ever since he came back from the nightmarish house, whenever he tried to sleep he dreamed sexual scenarios too good to be true. The pleasure was so intense, way better than any other experience he had in the past. And it felt so real that he could remember perfectly each second of it, from the texture of the fur going from the musk coming from their pits and the warmness of their insides. It was hard to believe that the best sex of his life happened only during a vivid dream.

None of that would be a problem if it wasn't for one little detail. Every dream ended right before Theron reached his climax. Every. Single. One. The bull woke up with a painful erection that refused to go down no matter how many times he had jerked off. It was endurable the first night, but right after that, Theron couldn't enjoy masturbation anymore. The second night he tried with a vixen and, a couple of hours later, with a crocodile; none of them could follow his pace and told him to stop, leaving Theron with his cock still hard even after cumming several times. It wasn't normal. And he was losing his mind. Because the moment he fell asleep, the dreams came back to torment him once again.

There was only one thing that could please him, Theron knew it. He needed to go back there. Back into the pod. Only there he would experience that level of pleasure. Just thinking about the tentacles ravaging his body and mind was enough for him to fall to his knees. But that monster was still there and he lacked the courage to face her. Theron remember her face when she told him to go away. There was a real murder intention in those eyes. And Theron knew there was no way he could beat that beast.

He crawled back to bed and sat at the edge. The mattress was covered in sweat. The entire room sucked like a horny bull, even with a window opened. And he could barely keep his eyes open. He was exhausted. But going back to sleep was not an option.

"Who's gonna be this time...?" Theron asked to the empty room. For some reason, he never dreamed of the monster, despite her perfect body. He always dreamed of Jules or Lambert. Jules always cried at first with his innocent--almost virginal--expression, and tried to stop him from ramming at full speed; Lambert was more slutty, teasing the bull and begging him more and more. It was weird that only them appeared in his fantasies, despite never having any sexual interest in them.

The bull laughed. He was too tired to continue. His body demanded some sleep. 5 minutes. Only 5 minutes. Theron knew it was a bad idea, but there was nothing he could do. Theron closed his eyes and fell over the wet bed.

Jules was over him when he opened them again. The shy blue rat was riding his cock with his hands over the bull's belly. The crocodile was behind him, holding both of Theron's legs. The boss barely had time to process what was happening before Lambert shoved his dick inside. A loud moan of pleasure and desperation came from the bull as he felt the thick shaft invading his body.

Jules held the boss' legs while Lambert embraced his rat friend. They both looked at Theron with lust in their eyes, moving their bodies at the same pace to provoke him as much pleasure as possible. Theron found the position awkward, but his lust and need were too big to care for some sore legs.

"How does this feel, boss?" Lambert asked.

"Do you want some more?" Jules added.

"N-no... please..." Theron's voice was weak. The pleasure, oh lord, the pleasure. It was too much. Jules squeezed his cock as hard as he could. Lambert crushed his prostate with every thrust. What should have been a heavenly experience turned into a nightmare from which he couldn't escape.

"What was that? Is not enough?"

"Please... stop..."

"I believe he wants more."

And with that said, both rat and crocodile fucked him faster. Theron moaned and squirmed in place, unable to fight back. Lambert filled his ass with a massive load of thick cum, while Jules came all over his chest and belly. And despite that, none of them stopped. Their torture continued for hours and hours, keeping the bull at his limit. How cruel. How delightful. What a mess those two had made in his head. And when he was about to cum, the dream ended once again.

Theron woke up in his room. The number 23:38 blinked in the digital alarm over his nightstand. The bull threw the clock against the wall, where it exploded into dozens of small pieces. There was no way he could stand another night like that, deprived of the indescribable pleasure only that creature could provide. Even if it killed him he had to enjoy it one last time.

Wearing only his jeans, the bull drove back to the abandoned house in Candace St., where he knew the monster was waiting for him. Her smile. Her eyes. Theron had a feeling that no matter where he went that creature would follow him. His life was no longer his. From the moment he sat paw over that house, his body and mind belonged to the Queen.

Theron stopped his truck in front of the old house. She was there. And she was waiting for him. He was sure of that. Theron knew the Queen was sitting in that moist basement, shoving two fingers deep inside her pussy. The image was too clear in his head for him to consider it a thought. It was like he was right there, looking through his eyes. What a terrifying idea... and so hot at the same time.

From the moment he stood in the entry pathway, Theron felt as if his paws had been covered in cement. He dragged them across the slabs, while an invisible force tried to pull him back into his truck. Was his remaining logic trying to stop him? Even when he had no other choice but to face that creature, his fear tried one last time to save him from her claws.

But Theron needed it. The memories came back to him as he was closer to the door. The tentacles. The slime. The tight embrace of the Seed Bed. ERO's embrace. Theron wanted to go back there. With her. With the Queen. Only she could provide him with the pleasure he so desperately needed. The unbearable pleasure of being fucked over and over and over again by her slick tentacles. His jeans could barely contain his cock at that point, with a visible stain of precum growing.

"One more time... that's all I ask for," Theron muttered, climbing the steps leading to the porch. He was out of air. The immense heat in his chest was draining his energy.

The main door opened for him. Theron felt her energy emanating from the basement. Her lust. Her desire. So strong was the Queen's aura. And her scent, that damned sweet scent that led him there in the first place. It felt like a lasso around his neck, pulling him into the house, against the will of that logical side that refused to drown in that sea of pleasure. The door closed behind him for the last time.

The house was different. The vines covering the walls and furniture were thicker and longer, glowing more than ever. The staircase had been destroyed and the hallway leading into the kitchen twisted into a spiral. The living room was bigger, with strange eggs hanging from the ceiling. And the ground under him palpitated like the veins across his body. The exterior was a facade of wood and paint; inside of it lived a huge monstrosity.

"I told you I have no need for you," a strong female voice rumbled through the house. It was as if the vines were talking all at the same time.

Theron fell to his knees and pledged to her, holding his hands together. "Please! I need it! I wanna feel it again."

"And who you think you are to demand something from ME?"

There was it again. A murderous intent in her voice. The bull looked up and found green eyes all across the walls and ceiling, judging his lack of strength. Yes, he was weak. He was nothing outside that house. But there? He knew there was something he could offer to the Queen. Something that would make him worthy of her touch. Anything.

"I can no longer sleep. This heat is burning not only my body but my mind. Whenever I close my eyes the nightmares invade my dreams. A simple orgasm can't bring some peace or joy to my soul. I can't stand this anymore!" With his hands trembling, Theron leaned over the ground and kissed the seedbed as if it were ERO's paws. Was his humiliation good enough for the Queen? "Please, I beg you..."

Somewhere in the basement, ERO laughed. He heard her laugh not on the vines but inside his head. "You earthlings are so interesting."

The seedbed opened and slowly absorbed Theron. He tried to escape at first, but there was nothing he could do against the living house. The bull closed his eyes and took a deep breath, afraid of meeting his end inside the flesh of that monster. And for a moment, it felt like that. He couldn't move a single muscle. But during a brief instant, he heard dozens of moans of pleasure. And he felt that same joy. And it was excruciating.

The seedbed placed the bull carefully over the ground. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the basement. The entire chamber palpitated and glowed even more than the first floor. He looked around and found the bodies of Jules and Lambert, still trapped inside that creature. And in the middle of them, an empty spot. Just for him.

Oh, the memory of that sweet embrace came back to him and Theron experienced a huge relief from putting an end to that nightmare. He ran towards the empty spot, ready to hold to those tentacles and never let go. But before he could reach his Nirvana, vines coming from the seedbed held him in place. The bull reached for the wall, but he was still too far from it. From home.

"I wasn't expecting that level of eagerness. Why the rush my little child?" A female voice asked behind him.

When he looked over his shoulder, Theron fell victim once again to the immense despair after finding ERO sitting on her throne. The creature was smiling at him. She was enjoying herself, just the way he imagined, with two fingers spreading her wet pussy.

"Why would you want to go there? There's nothing for you besides an eternal prison," ERO continued.

She was telling the truth. There was no visible escape from the seedbed. Once it absorbed its victim, that was it. And unless ERO allowed it like the last time, he would become his prisoner forever. Of course, it was something to be scared of. But was that so bad? A perpetual pleasure was something he should reject? No, it was worth a life of imprisonment.

ERO laughed when the bull fought against the vines, trying to reach his spot in the seedbed. "Are you so desperate? You can no longer think straight, can you? No, the heat had melted your brain at this point. You're nothing but a beast driven by lust. You risked your own life just for a moment of joy," ERO stood up from her throne and slowly approached Theron. He enjoyed that sight: his struggle, his desperation, that was exactly what she wanted. The right treatment to break through his defenses and turn him into a loyal host.

She put both hands over his shoulders and whispered to his ear. "Beg for it. Convince me that you deserve it."

Tears were rolling down Theron's cheeks. She stole his pride, his peace, his own sanity. And he was ready to give her even more. Whatever she asked for.

"Please, I beg you! I need this! From the instant I knew it was my place," he was getting closer. Theron fought against the vines to reach the seedbed, unaware that it was ERO who allowed him to approach it. "I belong there. I belong to you! I wanna be there forever!"

"Forever, you say? Is that what you really wish?"

"Yes!" The bull screamed. "Yes, please! I'll be yours forever! I'll do anything you want! I'll endure anything you do to me! But please, let me go back there."

So close. His despair turned into happiness once he noticed how close he was to touching the seedbed. His pod. His home. He was almost there. Theron wasn't even thinking in his words anymore. His heat did the talking. All he had in mind was the immense pleasure of being part of something bigger.

"So be it. You will belong to me, along with all your friends."

The vines let him go and Theron crashed against the seedbed. He kissed and licked the slimy substance as it started to absorb him. Oh, what a glorious feeling. Theron smiled and laughed, finally recovering his lost peace. When he faced ERO, her smile reminded him that it had a price. But it didn't matter, as long as he could stay there.

The tentacles lifted him from the ground and kept him in place as the slime covered the rest of his body, leaving only his face exposed. His cock got trapped between his belly and the slime, and he moaned when the warm substance squeezed it. One tentacle wrapped around his leg and moved up, reaching his tight hole. It went in with little effort, causing another moan as Theron felt the slick member going deeper and gaining size once it was inside of him.

It was perfect. It was everything he wanted and more. It was Heaven and Hell at the same time. A perpetual pleasure. It was ERO's gift; the Queen's gift. With only his face left, the slime went into the open maw and proceeded to invade the insides of Theron's body. He felt her presence gaining strength inside his mind. No, inside her mind. It was no longer his. His body. His mind. His own very existence belonged to ERO now.

"Enjoy yourself. Find the peace you've been looking for. And when I tell you, bring them to me. Your friends. Your family. They are mine now."

Theron smiled and nodded just before his face disappeared under the seedbed, where he became another statue that would feed the house.

Theron woke up after a long nap. It took his eyes a moment to focus on the roof above him. A cold breeze came into the musky bedroom, sending a shiver down his spine. The bull smiled. How long had been since the last time he slept so well? Hell, he felt 10 years younger.

Lambert was by his side and Jules next to the crocodile. The three of them were naked, but his henchmen wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Jules' fur was an absolute mess, hardened from all the dry cum he and Lambert shot over him the night before. They might have gone a little while with him, but the rat endured and even beg for more.

Carefully not to wake them up, Theron got up from bed and took his cellphone from the nightstand. 7:10 AM. It was too early to wake up, but there was no reason to go back to sleep. He still had a long day ahead. Still naked, the bull approached the window and took a look at the busy street. So many people walking in front of the building, unaware of their destiny. Just a bunch of little pawns moving without purpose.

Theron called one of his trusted henchmen. The phone rang twice before he answered.

"Boss?"

"I will send you an address in a moment. We'll meet there tonight, after midnight. That's gonna be our new hideout."

"Good. I'll inform the rest. Is this a safe place, boss?"

"I can't imagine a safer place in town. We'll be fine". Theron hung up. He couldn't hear her, but he knew the Queen was proud of him.

It had been a week since he went back into the Hive. ERO played with them for a couple of days before letting them go. She knew they wouldn't betray her, not after all she did to their bodies and minds. They were now loyal to her and the Hive, and went back to her whenever she called them. In the meanwhile, the trio pleased themselves in the only way they knew.

The Hive was growing. And Theron was proud of being part of it. He knew one day he'll be blessed with the Queen's touch and he will be one with her. Until then, it was his job to spread her word.

The Queen gave Danny an approval look. Not only he managed to keep the house safe, but using the egg helped in his evolution. She admired the perfect shape of the bodies trapped within the seedbed. Seven hosts so far, all of them perfectly trained to protect and obey the Hive. They were all feeding the seedbed. ERO smiled. She was proud of Danny's success. After all, trapping them in the seedbed was one thing, but taking care of each one of them was something completely different.

"You did an excellent job, Danny. I always had faith in you, but I wasn't expecting that you would surpass my expectations."

"I'll do anything for you, my Queen," the red dragon replied.

"I have no doubt of that. With this progress, I believe you're more than ready to take care of your own colony."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Did I stutter?" ERO went back to her throne. When she sat, the Queen kept both legs open for Danny to admire.

"N-no, I'm sorry. It's just... I wasn't expecting to have my colony so soon."

"Well, you earned it. Take as many eggs as you need and find a suitable place for them. But stay close, I wanna be there for you in case you need any help."

"I won't disappoint you, my Queen."

"I know you won't. Now, before you leave, come and breed your Queen. Let's give those genes of yours a good use," she spread her pussy with two fingers. The delicious smell caught Danny instantly, and before he realized it, the dragon was balls deep inside his Queen. He fucked her with a passion ERO hadn't experienced before. And when he finished, he continued drilling the Queen's body. ERO knew why, and she was more than happy to please that little whim: the eggs Danny wanted to take with him would be the ones she laid after breeding her.