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A Bygone Era

It was raining the day that Tyler had received the news. He had just gotten done with classes and gotten his mail before returning to his dorm room. As soon as he saw it he knew that it had to be something serious, casting aside all the other junk he had gotten and holding the lone envelope in his hands for a second. The return address was a law office, one that he had never heard of with an address that was somewhere upstate where all the rich people lived in seclusion. When he opened it he found only a single sheet of paper, typed out in plain font with the law firm's letterhead on top.

"Dear Mr. Huntz," Tyler read out loud, "we regret to inform you that your uncle Martin Huntz has passed away in his sleep two days ago. You are receiving this notice because your name is in his last will and testament, which will be read in three days with all interested parties in attendance. If you cannot make it then please call our office so that official arrangements can be made. Our condolences."

It took a few minutes of hard thinking before he finally remembered who they were referring too, having only seen the man a few times at various family reunions when he was an adolescent. His parents had told him he worked for the government and that he was a bit eccentric, and other then that they really didn't know much about him. The only time that he even remembered talking to him was on his fourteenth birthday, where they had a brief chat on his likes and dislikes. He was surprised that he remembered him enough to be included in a will, he thought to himself as he set the letter down on his desk, but since it was on a Saturday he may as well hear what he got...

Three days later Tyler was in a car heading down a country road, following his GPS to the manor where his uncle lived. At the will-reading he was surprised when he was given a number of items that he had stored in his attic, as well as being given the entire weekend at the estate in order to do so. He had his best friend's trailer hooked up to his car, ready to haul away whatever treasures he might find. All he hoped was that it wasn't a bunch of junk left by a man who may or may not have gone senile over the years.

"Man, this place is really out in the sticks..." Brandon grumbled from the passenger seat. The skinny, brown-haired man that set next to him had been his best friend since middle school, sticking together all the way up to the same state college. It had been no surprise to him that as soon as he mentioned what he was doing that he immediately volunteered to come along.

"Perhaps we should have stopped for groceries at that little town we passed by ten minutes ago." Tyler heard from the backseat where his other friends Fredrick and Sam sat. He and Brandon had met the couple while in college; Sam was Tyler's roommate for his first two years and Fredrick was constantly over during that time. He didn't mind it at all, except for the nights he had to crash at Brandon's room because they wanted to spend 'some time alone' with each other. Even then, he thought to himself as he watched them make eyes at each other in the rear view mirror; it had been very interesting to see their relationship evolve from friends to more then.

It took another ten minutes before they finally reached the estate, the GPS signal cutting out just as they were about to pull past the huge wall of hedges that surrounded the property. "Holy shit dude, what did you say your Uncle did again?" Brandon asked as all their jaws dropped slightly as they pulled up to the wrought iron gate that barred the driveway.

The home was huge, the house an impressive three stories of gleaming white that was probably almost as big as his entire dorm building. As Tyler opened the gate he found that the estate in pristine condition as well, the entire expanse of grass and trees neatly trimmed. At the end the driveway circled around a large stone fountain, which still worked as they touched the crystal clear water that flowed out of it. "This place is immaculate." Fredrick commented while they brought their bags up to the door.

"From what I heard at the will reading he loved this place." Tyler replied as he brought out the keys once more and unlocked the large oak doors. "He left the place itself to his sons and daughters, as well as a pretty nice chunk of change."

"I can't imagine living in a place like this, so cut off from the rest of the world." Sam said. "Not to mention the upkeep is probably insane. Still... it's a very beautiful piece of property."

The inside of the house looked just as good as the outside, the polished marble floor gleaming as they rolled their suitcases over it. It took them fifteen minutes to tour the whole place, even though they only glanced in many of the rooms. When one of them found a bedroom that they liked they put their luggage inside of it. Most of them rather plain as though made for guests, but the ones that they had chosen were the most luxurious ones, complete with their own bathrooms. As they continued to look around the house they started to get more excited for the weekend, finding an indoor pool, game room, and media center that rivaled some movie theaters.

Once they had completed their exploration of the downstairs their attention turned to the real mission of their weekend, the attic. Tyler had been given three different keys besides the house one by the lawyer who was in charge of the estate, though he didn't say what they all opened. All four of them were extremely interested in what he had inherited, urging him to hurry up as they stood outside the simple wooden door at the top of the stairs. While he fished out the set of keys he noticed something engraved on the brass handle of the door, what looked like a small rune set into the doorknob. When he finally found the keys he looked at them and saw that one of them had the exact same rune etched into the top part.

"Alright guys, here we go." Tyler said as he slid the key in and turned it.

The four's wonder quickly turned into confusion as the door opened, only to reveal a second door a few feet in. Unlike the first door, it looked to be made of solid steel along with the tiny hallway around it. They looked at each other as they hesitated at the threshold, unsure of how to proceed at that point. Though their curiosity only grew stronger, it was now tinged with a hint of doubt, even fear. "Hey Tyler, how well did you know your Uncle?" Brandon asked as he poked his head inside and gently knocked on the cold metal.

"What if this is his, like, murder room, and we're here to clean out the bodies and stuff so his family doesn't know?" Sam speculated.

Tyler shook his head and walked forward, resolute. "I doubt he would send a college kid that he hardly knew to clean out his sex or murder attic." He retorted as he saw that the second door had a similar runic marking on it that corresponded to a different key. There was a slight hesitation after he had put the key in the door, despite his previous proclamations he felt a slight weight in the pit of his stomach as he if indeed something terrible lay on the other side of the reinforced door.

The heavy metal door swung open with surprising ease, automatic lights flickering to life as he stepped inside. He found that the floor was made of some sort of glass that lit up as well; he swore he could feel the tingle of electricity run up his legs as he walked inside. When the lights were all on he could see that the space was massive, taking up the entirety of the attic. The whole space was filled with white pedestals that had various objects on it, making it look like some sort of museum.

"Definitely strange..." Fredrick said as he poked his head inside.

"Not really." Sam replied as he stepped into the room as well. "He was a rich guy, and they usually have collections."

Tyler heard his friends continue to talk in the background as he began to inspect the objects. Most of them looked like props out of a sci-fi or fantasy movie, especially since each one had a nameplate with a title and a year on it. "So I inherited a bunch of b-movie props?" He asked himself as he looked over them.

As he looked over a pedestal that had a latex cobra mask and a plate that read 'Makovi broodsnake Invasion 1976' he found that there was a small, leather-bound book on top of the glass. He accidently dropped it when he made a grab for it, and as he picked it up he noticed that the pedestal had a keyhole with a rune etched around it. It matched the last key on the chain, and as soon as he put the book in his pocket he grabbed the key and put it in he could hear a low hissing noise as the rubber unsealed around the base of the glass. Once it was free he pulled the glass off and grabbed the mask, the material slick and strangely warm as he turned it over in his hands. He still wasn't sure why his uncle had chosen him to get this stuff; he wasn't fond of old movies and he didn't even know how to use e-bay.

"These things must be extremely valuable for your uncle to keep them under such crazy security measures." Brandon said as he tried to move one of the glasses, only to find it securely stuck to the pedestal. "All we brought are some cardboard boxes, if we don't want to damage anything we're going to have to get bubble wrap and such."

"Yeah, we'll have to go into town in order to get some better packing supplies." Tyler replied as he put the glass case back on. "Maybe pick up some groceries too, don't feel right about eating a dead guy's food."

"I'll go with you; I was going to cook tonight anyway." Sam said. "You two coming?"

"Nah, I'm beat from working last night." Brandon said as he stretched. "I'm gonna take a quick nap."

"Yeah, I think I'll stay behind too." Fredrick replied. "You two have fun."

Sam and Tyler nodded and went back through the house down to the car, Tyler tossing the keys to Sam as they piled into the vehicle. Once they had started off the property he pulled the book out and opened, seeing his uncle's name as well as an old photo of a man in a suit. "The case file of Martin Huntz, lead agent for the Humanity Welfare and Protection Agency." He read out loud as the car sped off down the country road.

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A few minutes later Fredrick snickered to himself as he walked back down the attic stairs, latex cobra mask in hand. He had waited for Brandon to leave before he went back to the case that Tyler unlocked and grabbed the rubbery hood from it. He had wished to grab one of the scarier looking objects, but no matter how hard he had tried he couldn't break the extremely strong seal they seemed to have. Thankfully he still didn't leave empty-handed, hoping that the mask would be enough to scare the daylights out of his friend.

Once he was down on the second floor he passed by a full length mirror, stopping in his tracks when he saw his reflection. He decided now was as a good a time as any to try it on, grabbing the edges of the latex. The mask slipped on surprisingly easy, the black latex sliding over his skin until it was all the way around his neck. After a few slight adjustments it was perfectly aligned, making him look like he actually had the head of a black cobra. The effect was surreal, he thought to himself, even the jaw moved when he opened and closed his mouth.

Fredrick had gotten a few rooms down when he felt the skin covered by the mask begin to tingle. At first he was going to ignore it, but as the tingling intensified he started to worry that he might be having an allergic reaction to the latex. He tried to take it off, but he couldn't seem to find the seam between the latex and his skin. His eyes squeezed shut as it began to feel like his head was melting, contained only by the snake hood. Finally in an act of desperation he tried to claw the latex off of his face, but as he tried to grab the mask's snout it felt suctioned onto him like a vice.

But the tingling became secondary as he felt a new sensation, this time in his mouth. He could feel the latex taste on his tongue as the edges around his mouth seemed to melt and coat the inside. It was only a trickle, but as the liquid ran back into his throat he suddenly felt his stomach begin to rumble. Soon it wasn't just his stomach, but his entire midsection felt strange as he stumbled into the gaming room. He tried to speak, to cry out, but it seemed that the signal never reached his mouth.

Suddenly his stomach began to bulge outward, his stomach stretching his shirt as he fell backwards into one of the leather recliners. He pulled his shirt off to relieve the pressure, his eyes widened as his hands gravitated over the stretched skin. Something was wrong with his insides, he could almost see them rearranging as the button on his pants flew off. They would not last long, his thickening thighs had already begun to stretch the seams as he kicked them off.

What's... happening... to me... Fredrick thought desperately as he saw his cock's head poking up over the swell in his gut. As he wrapped his hand around it he found his fingers no longer touched around the length of it, and it only continued to swell with every beat of his heart. At the same time his thighs and legs were so bloated that the inner skin was pressed against itself, and as he watched in horror the seam of flesh disappeared from his crotch, absorbing his balls in the process, all the way down to his toes, which had merged together as well.

In the end Fredrick was thankful that he had found the chair he was sitting on when he did, otherwise he would be flat on the floor as the lower half of his body started to lengthen. At the same time his skin began to become unnaturally shiny, as well as the color darkening. His belly and his cock also continued to grow, his serpentine shaft tapering out at a foot and a half as ridges appeared along his length. He grimaced not from pain or anger but from the pleasure that radiated from his changing insides, his pointier teeth locked together as his bulging stomach shifted downward.

Fredrick's newly clawed hands bit into the thick leather as he let out a strangled cry, feeling something move into the base of his cock. His hand had never left the sensitive flesh of his cock, running up and down those amazingly pleasurable ridges as whatever had bulged out his midsection was moving into it. He didn't even notice that his body had been completely covered in black scales aside from the occasional squeak as latex rubbed against latex. All his pleasure-filled mind could comprehend was that something was moving into his cock, and that as it moved forward the euphoria only increased.

His cock was so thick that it now took both hands to fully enwrap around it as the strange object began to slowly move up it. Whatever it was had bulged out his unnatural flesh, the spherical object sending shudders down his spine as it traveled up his substantial length. His new naga body thrashed, partially from the cords of muscle that were growing in to support his new frame but mostly because the orb had already moved halfway up his cock when a second one appeared at the root of his member. If he had toes still they would be curled as his tongue slipped passed his lips, splitting down the middle into a fork.

A gush of black liquid spurted from the tip of his monster cock as the object crested towards his tapered head, three more the same size right behind it. At the same time the bulge in his stomach had deflated back down to normal, his skin once more taut over the six-pack of abs he had just acquired. He let out a low hiss as the tip of the first object appeared, his mutated body shuddering in pleasure.

The orb was jet black just like his scales, about the size of a large orange, tapered at the end, and unnaturally shiny. His hips thrust into the air as the unnaturally strong muscles in his cock pushed the egg-like object out. As it was expelled his entire being was rocked by the orgasm, any conscious thought washed away as the black egg fell to the floor. The new naga hardly had any time to recover as the second egg followed suit, then the third... and each time it happened the wave of euphoric pleasure that swept through him only cemented in his mind that he had to create more, even if it was just to experience the wonderful feeling one more time.

By the time Fredrick finished the carpet and chair beneath him was soaked with the black, shiny fluid and seven eggs laid in a neat pile surrounded by his coils. A small smirk crept across his reptilian face as he dozed lightly; knowing in his mind that he had to give his friends this pleasure, this form that grew only sexier in his mind's eye as he thought about it. They could even make a new race, he thought to himself as he felt the eggs begin to move in his embrace. Once the idea had formed a name popped into his head, a name that he thought would fit them well.

"Makovi..."

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Brandon was sprawled out on the soft, king-sized bed, his clothing in a trail leading up to it as he snored loudly. He had been working two jobs in order to help pay for his schooling, even though the toll had begun to quickly build on him. His friends hadn't noticed yet, aside from the occasional comment that he looked tired, and he planned to keep it that way. But sometimes, as he laid there clad only in his striped boxers, the entirety of his work stress seemed to fall on him at once and caused him to nearly go comatose.

It was that state that prevented him from hearing the door creak as two creatures entered into his bedroom. The two black, shiny snakes had grown quite a bit in the short time that they had emerged from their shells, one of them five feet long while the other was a massive ten feet with the girth of a wine bottle. Both of the alien reptiles slowly slithered their way up to the bed, looking at each other for a few seconds before they climbed up the posts of the bed and navigated onto the covers. When they saw the half-naked male in front of them they darted forward anxiously, still being careful not to touch him until they were ready to strike.

The smaller snake slithered up to Brandon's head and opened his mouth, thin, needlelike fangs appearing for a split second before it launched down and buried them into the human's neck. His head turned slightly, but there was almost no pain and the bite didn't cause him to wake up. At the same time the other snake sunk his own fangs into the soft flesh of the inner thigh right next to his groin, the leg twitching slightly as the venom sank into the wound. Once they were finished they retracted, nothing more than two little black dots indicating he had even been bitten.

With the first phase of their plan complete, the snakes moved onto Brandon's body. The snake at his head had easy access to the mouth that lay half-open against the soft down pillow. As the head poked inside there was a moment of hesitation as Brandon's face twitched, then continued inward. The venom that it had just used on him numbed his gag reflex, which made it easy as inch after inch of the snake's body slithered inside. Once he got about a quarter of the way inside the human began to stir, which caused the bigger snake to spring into action and begin to poke into a hole of his own.

Brandon's eyes opened as he felt something press into the flesh of his throat, then quickly widened when he saw the three feet of black, shiny snake flesh that hung out of his mouth. He tried to bolt up to rip the creature out, but all he managed was a feeble turning of his head that seemed to only aid the snake further. His head tilted back as his throat bulged out with the invading creature, miraculously still able to breathe as his heart pounded with fear. As the largest part of the snake passed through his mouth his lips stretched unnaturally to fit around the creature, his jaw able to accommodate it as it burrowed downward.

A second stretching sensation brought his attention down to his boxers, where if he could possibly screamed he would have as he saw and felt the second snake press against the taut ring of flesh against his anus. Its head hastily pushed passed, the muscles numbed by the same poison that kept his throat from expelling the first snake. Trying to clench accomplished nothing, even the fact that he hadn't so much as a finger up there didn't stop the snake's relentless advance. The worst part was, aside from being able to only watch as the two snakes violated his body, was that it actually... felt rather good...

"I think he's starting to like it." Brandon suddenly heard from the doorway, his body shuddering as he saw the huge black latex naga propped up against the frame, it's huge alien cock jutting straight out. He tried to speak, but the snake was still lodged firmly in his throat as it slid passed his stomach into a place he didn't even know he had. At the same time the other snake had gotten maybe three feet of his body inside him, but instead of continuing on like the other snake it stopped.

At first Brandon thought that the snake could go no further inside him, but as he started to regain feeling his legs the slick black creature wrapped the rest of its body around them and began to squeeze. The sight was surreal; his cock was completely erect from the stimulation to his prostrate and the huge snake around his legs began to flatten and coat his legs. At the same time in continued to squeeze his legs, but instead of crushing the bones it almost seemed to liquidate them as the black scale pattern spread out on his skin.

"You will make a very handsome naga." Fredrick said as he slithered up to Brandon's prone body, taking the mouth snake's tail into his own mouth before kissing the human on his blackening lips. Brandon's eyes widened as he felt his body respond instantly, his own tongue darting out around the snake and into the naga's. His taste was unexpectedly sweet, and as they continued to make out he found himself enjoying it more and more. He knew he shouldn't have liked it, especially since he knew this was his male friend, but no girl ever kissed him in that way. It felt like a fire in his soul, one that was ignited by a forked tongue and latex scales. "You've already started to accept this, haven't you?"

Brandon wanted to say no, that he wasn't going to turn into a monster just because it was making him horny, but once more he found himself merely nodding to the exotic creature leaned over him. "Fredrick... what about Sam..." he finally managed to say, the last remaining bit of snake tail slithering inside him as the blackness began to spread out to his face.

"Sam will join us." Fredrick smirked as he ran a clawed hand over Brandon's face, grabbing a lock of his brown hair as it fell away from his head when the black latex overtook his scalp. "As will Tyler, and everyone else... the Makovi will rise as the new dominant species of this planet. The first step to do that is filling you with eggs and finishing your transformation, though my children have already completed the first part with the eggs they carried in their bodies. All that needs to be done is add a little fluid from myself and you'll be ready to join us completely."

Brandon could feel the naga's cock press against his stomach, the black liquid dripping onto his abs and absorbed into the layer of scaly latex that crept across his skin. He knew he should fight back, even though he never had any problems with the concept of it he never thought of having sex with another dude, especially when it was his friend who had been turned into a fourteen foot long alien snake creature. But as he stared into his reptilian eyes, still the same piercing blue that Fredrick had when he was human, his mental protests fell flat in his mind. All he could focus on was that kiss, that strange yet amazing kiss, and what he possibly meant by filling him with eggs. The thought of eggs inside him caused a spike of pleasure to course through his body as his cock jutted out into the warm air. By now his lower body had been completely engulfed, his new tail oozing longer and longer out until it reached around the same length as Fredrick's, and the only thing that had remained unchanged was his hard member.

"That's it..." Fredrick hissed hypnotically as his hand pushed against the still fleshy groin, which elicited a moan from the other male as his hand sank into the newly formed latex snake tail. "I'll help you along the rest of the way."

Brandon didn't understand what the beautiful creature could possibly mean until he felt its cock... no, that was the wrong word for it, the word 'ovipoisitor' suddenly came to his mind... press against the indentation that his hand had made in his crotch. Still paralyzed, this time he watched with pure awe and admiration as his converter pushed the tip of the two foot long appendage disappeared into his body. As the slick skin rubbed against the newly formed slit he could feel it still rub against the cock nestled inside the latex folds of his snake tail.

Both groaned and hissed loudly as their coils humped into one another, Brandon lost in pure ecstasy as his new slit was used. His latex covered abs began to disappear as his stomach started to push outward. At first it merely looked like he had eaten a full meal, but as Fredrick began to thrust faster and faster into him it inflated more and more. The eggs that had rested dormant inside of him, deposited by the invading snakes, grew as the corruptive fluid of the master Makovi seeped into them.

"It's so... beautiful." Brandon managed to get out as he rubbed his claws hands on his taut belly, which jiggled slightly every time the naga humped into him. "These eggs... my eggs... the beginnings of a new race... I want more... more eggs..." He pushed his own snake tail upward, letting his new muscles coil upward and pushing the ovipositor deeper into his body. "MORE!"

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"So you're saying that your Uncle worked for a government agency that monitors and protects the public from aliens?" Sam said while they continued to drive down the dirt road. "Like Men in Black type stuff?"

"Well not just from aliens." Tyler corrected as he flipped the pages of the old diary. "There's supernatural stuff in here. It talks about werewolves and vampires and unicorns and dragons. From what I can gather it seems like they're in another realm that's alongside our own, and sometimes they get out or cause havoc which then would activate my Uncle to deal with the situation."

Sam just shook his head. "I don't know man; it could be that he's just making it all up. Or maybe that book is just another movie prop, something that he didn't have a chance to put away before he died.

Tyler was about to respond when he noticed something sticking out of the back of the book, what looked to be a note folded into the jacket. As he pulled out the sheet of paper he saw his name on it, in the same handwriting as the notes inside the journal. He put aside the book and opened the letter, only a paragraph or so of text written in elegant calligraphy with what looked like a map beneath it.

"Dear Tyler," he read out loud, "at this point you've found my collection and as I had hoped you went straight into looking at this diary. The items that you see before you are my life's work, everything that I managed to stop from harming humanity in my lifetime is up in that attic and written down in his book. In the event of my death I would like you to move these articles from my home and into a secured area marked on an enclosed map. There are special boxes for you to use in the basement, just move each one into its own box and they can be safely transported. Under no circumstances, however, are you to take the artifacts out of the attic without them being secured. The floor grid keeps their magics or technology from being active when out of the containment units, but once outside the field it can cause great harm to the people of this world. Good luck, and I wish I had known you better."

There was a silence as the words sank into both of them, but soon after Sam hit the brakes so hard that everything they had was flown up against the windshield. "Tyler, we left Fredrick and Brandon alone with those things." He said in a worried tone. "They don't know about these... these... containment things!"

"We need to get back to the house." Tyler replied as he buckled in. "Step on it!"

It took them only half the time to get back to the estate, parking the car outside of the gate to avoid any attention. They took to the bushes, trying to sneak up to the entrance in the failing light of the night. Luckily for them their approach seemed to go unnoticed, the two going around the building to one of the back entrances.

"Are we sure that anything even happened to them?" Sam whispered as they crept up onto the marble patio.

"Better to be safe than sorry." Tyler whispered back. He took out the keys he had and slowly opened the backdoor, the metal scraping lightly as the glass framed door yielded to them. Almost immediately they found their answer, several black snakes slithering on and around the kitchen. Luckily they seemed to not notice them as they slinked backwards and closed the door. "Well that's not good."

"Now what do we do?" Sam asked as they rounded back towards the pool, ducking down behind the brick embankment.

"I have no idea!" Tyler said as he grabbed his head. "I wish my Uncle was here, he would know what to do." Suddenly his head shot up, and his hands frantically went for the leather book in his pocket. "He did know what to do! He wrote down every single case in this journal. Just give me a minute."

After nearly two minutes of searching he finally stopped on a case, the name of it popping out in his mind. "The Makovi Broodsnake Invasion." He said, remembering the pedestal that he had unlocked. "A meteorite landed in a farm just outside the city, and when authorities arrived on the scene they found that the farmer, his wife, and three of their neighbors had been turned into latex nagas and were surrounded by hundreds of eggs they had supposedly laid. From the eggs came black snakes, which crawled inside victims they paralyzed and turned them into more nagas. It was believed that the meteorite was a probe, made to find a suitable race and to transform the population into an invasion force."

"Dear God." Sam said as he covered his mouth. "What do we do?"

"Well it says here that there is a ring that was fitted over the head broodsnake's ovipositor, and that caused everyone to revert back to normal. The ring is..." Tyler's jaw dropped slightly as he read the passage, "...in the attic, in the base of the pedestal."

"In that viper pit?" Sam sighed. "What are we going to do, climb the outside?"

Tyler bit his lip as he looked back at the house, the gears in his mind turning. "I have a plan, but I'm not sure you're going to like it..."