Two heads are better than one

I hate school. There are no real reasons why other than the fact that there are a bunch of stupid teenagers that only want to undermine my authority and have fun rather than studying or paying attention in class. That and the boorish teachers. Also the rude staff. And the horrible parking lot, with barely enough space for normal cars and no reserved spots for teachers.

By now you must have guessed it, I’m a teacher and my subject is literature, well that last part wasn’t as obvious. Of all the things I could have chosen… I chose literature: clever young me had the idea that with enough Poe and Chaucer I could enlighten the children, maybe teach them something useful, like it had had happened with me but fuck was I wrong, so very wrong. Don’t get misunderstand me, I know some very eager and intelligent students, the ones that actually make my job decent enough for me to keep going and not give up, but it’s the hundreds of other useless sacks of… sorry, the other students, that make me angry.

“Come on, it’s not hard: who wrote this particular sentence and in what context?” I pointed at the blackboard and at the very obvious stuff I wrote, straight from the textbook. Silence as always, well, Nadya was holding up her hand but I wasn’t in the mood of letting the class slide with just that much from her. Also, I didn’t like her voice. “Jack?” I called for one of the guys that usually stood at the very back of the class, now somewhat closer to me. “Can you try to guess?”

“Ehm… I don’t know, Shakespeare?” Of course…

“Yes, Jack, Shakespeare wrote: To these I turn, in these I trust— Brother Lead and Sister Steel. To his blind power I make appeal, I guard her beauty clean from rust. Because Shakespeare was a poet during The Great War.” I paused, trying for once to give them some more time. Tanya raised her hand higher. “It’s an extract from Sassoon, you moronic buffoon.” Now, this was what got their attention: many chuckled, surely spreading my words around for sure. I may have been a bit harsh on the boy, but come on… confusing that for Shakespeare? No way I’d allow it. At least the rhyme made it look a little bit better, but I still feared that he’d lash out at me from the shadow of his parents and cause me a few too many problems. “Now I’d like to point out a few things that you need to know for the test next week…” I was about the go on another rant about the necessity to memorize at least two of the small poems I gave to them to study, but the bell rang, coming to save me just as it saved the little runts. “Fine, just remember to study these poems or at least remember the main points, since I’ll be asking them.” And a couple more things too. “Go.” My words caused mayhem and in moments the class was empty, or so I thought. At the very back, standing at the height of his seven and something feet, Angel was waiting for me to notice him, something not hard to do. I was not one to lust for the students but the whole corpus of teachers agreed that he was a piece of artwork: his very being oozed strength and each muscle on his body was more like steel wire than mere flesh. That and the fact that he was perpetually naked and baring his assets, hefty assets at that, didn’t help at all in making him any less conspicuous. “Yes Angel?”

“I was wondering if you’ll be going over all the poets in the test or only the ones you mentioned last week?” Now, this was a student I was proud of.

“No, only those we read about in these two weeks, I don’t want to make it hard on your classmates.” Though I actually did it to save myself the pain of reading more stupid answers from some of the less bright elements of the class. Yeah, I’m an asshole, so what? Bite me. At least I’m fair in my grading and I keep my stuff to myself. “Can I recommend you a good book to read? I’m sure you’ll like it.” He stared at me with his deep eyes for a couple of seconds and then shook his head slowly.

“No, thanks, I have been pretty busy lately keeping up with the rest of my classes, but once the midterms are over, I’ll think about it.” Well, that went better than I thought.

“You know, for the most popular boy in school, you’re far less concerned about appearances and image than the rest of you peers.” He chuckled in a low, raspy tone that made my bones vibrate. “I know you put a lot of effort in your studies.”

“I do, but people seem to think that just because I look like this I’m some kind of meathead or something.”

“They are wrong.” He nodded, placing the small backpack with his books on his left shoulder, using one finger to hold everything up. “Teenagers are vain, most of the time.” I think he knew that with that last part I was referring to him.

“Well, I’m vain to, though far less than others.” Something popped up in his mind and he rummaged inside the backpack, taking a leaflet from it and holding out to me. I took it from his hand, waiting for a moment to watch just how much difference there was between our hands: his was easily the size of my face, capable of breaking bones with his grip, but so soft and honestly, a little bit cute with those pads of his. “This is something I saw at the Hyperion the other day, it’s some kind of modern take on a book you made us read a while ago. It should be good, the author is well known and the artists are damn good.” The slip of paper showed a scene that described perfectly what I had in mind when I read Paradise Lost. The drawings were well detailed and conveyed the right feeling when looking at them and since the book was more than incredible, maybe this new take would at least be decent.

“Thanks, I’ll pass later there to check it out.” Angel smiled warmly and walked out after a quick goodbye.

I liked that kid, he was nice and earnest, unlike many, and placed a lot of importance on his studies. At the beginning, I too had thought him like the other jocks, all muscle and no brain, but his grades spoke louder than his muscles did, which was a rare sight indeed these days.

I gathered the few things I had and headed for my office, or what I called the closet they had sent me in when I arrived here to teach a couple years ago. Slumping back on my chair, I took my phone and checked for messages and emails, having turned it off like the good teacher I was: a couple of texts from Natasha, my girlfriend. Yeah, I’m almost thirty and I have only a girlfriend, what a surprise for a literature teacher in a boring town’s high-school.

The messages were weird, rambling about some job and providing little as an explanation. I frowned and dialled her number from memory. The phone rang a couple of times and then she picked up.

“Oh, Liam, there you are. What took you so long to answer?” She sounded angry and in a hurry, something that never bode well for me.

“I was in class, Nat, why else would I not answer. What’s up with you anyway? What’s this job you talked about?”

“I’m moving to Chicago, Liam.” She didn’t say anything more and paused. Moving? “I received a good offer from a friend that needs someone with my talents down there.” She was an accountant, what kind of talent did she have? Knitting? Being a basic bitch? “I’m sorry but I can’t stay in this small town forever, I-I need to get away, find something new and different.” Although I was pissed, I could not bear myself to contradict her: this place was… quiet, ideal for those who wanted a life without too many hiccups or tragic events. The crime rate was non-existent mostly, the air was clean and the environment void of big corporations but also of chances to strike it rich. There were some, but they were far and few in between, which made this place a haven of peace and stale beyond anything for those with even a shred of ambition. “I already took my stuff, I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

“I won’t… though you could have warned be beforehand. I’d have at least given you a goodbye kiss or something.” And maybe something more, the kind of goodbye sex I did with my last girlfriend.

“Well, you won’t have the chance, I’m already in my car and on my way there. I wish you the best.”

“Good luck to you too.” She hung up and I stopped for a moment, listening to the tune of silence for a few minutes. “Bitch.” Now my day was officially a huge load of shit, just what I needed. At the very least I only had a few more minutes to spend here and then I’d be at home, alone. The thought didn’t help much, if anything it made things so much worse than they could have been.

“Mr Liam?” Three knocks on the door meat that someone was behind it and wanted to talk to me, which was bad. The voice, very high pitched, was clearly belonging to a female and putting my luck on the line, I’d find myself with a student that wanted me to curve their grades or some shit like that. I sighed, mentally bracing myself.

“Come in…” As far as mental preparation goes, when Tyler is concerned, generally everything is thrown off the rails within seconds. The blue dragoness, taller and more fit than most Olympic athletes, waltzed in, tail swishing calmly behind her as she sat on the one extra chair I had, legs crossed so that I’d see her private parts easily. God, why did she always do that? Such a tease and I’ll be damned if she didn’t have all the reasons to do it… She smiled at me and I awkwardly waved back at her, rather dumbfounded. “W-what can I do, ehm, what can I do for you?” I guess my embarrassment was funny to her since she giggled, something that made her breasts giggle a couple of times right in front of my eyes. Shit…

“I actually came here for you, teach.”

“Y-you did?” Tyler nodded and she casually grabbed the backpack she had put on the floor with her tail, opening it with grace and placing a small flyer on my desk. It was the same one that Angel had given me but a few minutes before. “Ehm.”

“I was visiting the Hyperion and I saw this, and, well, since Angel is your student, I guessed you’d be interested in the topic.”

“Ehm, I already received the flyer from him when class ended.” She made a cute ‘oh’ face, slapping her head with her hand a moment later. Each of her simple movements was simply magnificent and made me think that if Angel was the peak of male strength, she was his feminine counterpart and it was no wonder they spent most of their time together. “Sorry to have made you come here for nothing.” She seemed surprised.

“Sorry for what? I just forgot that Angel and I had agreed that he’d be the one to give it to you. I came here because it was on my way out.” Tyler was probably referring to the back entrance that led to the courtyard, one that was not used often as most students went home by car or by school bus. Few chose the walk in the woods. “Well, I really hope you’ll pass by the Hyperion and check it out.”

“I, ehm, I will. If two of the best students in the entire school tell me it’s good, then I can only promise to read it.” She smiled once again and looked around the closet we were in for a couple of seconds, letting me have a good look at her body for that small time frame: she was magnificent, each scale, limb a masterpiece of pure beauty, perfect. She was slim as all tall people were, though Angel broke that rule, but well-built, with the right amount of muscle and fat over her body to make up for height without being excessively thin. Her hips were wide, her buttocks plump, breasts firm and big, topped with nipples that stood out a bit all the time, provoking anyone to touch them and… she was looking at me as I stared at her breasts. “S-sorry, I-I didn’t mean to stare…” Any student would have yelled at me, or threatened blackmail, but the look on her face was not the one I expected to find. Tyler got up with excruciatingly slow movements, maintaining eye contact with me as she sat on the edge of my desk. “Ehm…” I was about to apologize, but a scaled finger with a sharp claw at the top met my lips and sealed them.

“Shh, it’s fine. I like when people stare, why do you think I go around nude?” She giggled. Weird how melodic her voice was. “It’s for your enjoyment and my pride, Angel is much the same. Dress codes are for humans, not us.”

“I-I know.”

“But… sometimes, just looking is not enough, right?” She leaned in, reaching with one arm the tent in my pants I didn’t realize I had. Her touch made me shiver, pleasurable and scary at the same time. The door locked as she snapped her fingers and at the same time, my fly opened by itself, shocking me beyond any means. “Just some magic, nothing to worry about, Liam.” No title preceded my name and it was spoken softly in my ear. “Seems like someone needs to relax a little, you’re way too nervous.” Well, I was in her presence, closer than some would ever get, with her hand on my crotch, kneading at the erection hardening in my pants and alone in a closed room. How was I not supposed to be nervous? “Mmmh..” She craned her long neck and pressed her snout on my underwear, taking in a deep breath. “I love the smell of a man who has not come in a while.”

“H-how…”

“Oh, I have a fine nose, and you, Liam, are quite backed up.” I blushed: she was right, Natasha and I didn’t have much in the way of sex in the past couple of weeks and over the last month, well, it’s kind of sad how our relationship had devolved. She got down from the desk and kneeled in front of me, still high enough for her to kiss me in a moment of thought. “You’re really cute when you blush, you know that? I like it.” Tyler kept rubbing at my erection through my underwear, licking the spot of wet pre forming at the very top with a lusty look.

“What would the school say if they, ah fuck, saw you, the queen, sucking on a teacher’s dick with that look on your face?” She slithered her tongue beneath the thin cotton layer and wrapped it on my base. Any other words I might have said were suppressed in that moment.

“They’d ask who would be next of course, while they all jack off around us.” Fuck, she was a pervert through and through. Maybe the whole going nude thing was an act so that she could be the degenerate that she was. “They’d love it.” She yanked my pants down. “They’d want more.” Now my underwear. “They’d envy you beyond anything… Do you know how hard it is to get my attention?” I knew well the answer to that question, which made this whole thing all the more incredible. Tyler smiled again and took my whole dick in her mouth with ease, pressing her snout against my pubic hair and sniffing the scent of sweat that had collected there while sucking on me.

“Fffffck….” Speaking was not something I could do with the amount of stimulation she was giving me.

Natasha and all the girls I had slept with paled in front of this teen. It made me wonder if it was true that she played hard to get. I grabbed her horns and used them as support to get on my feet, surprising her just a tiny bit and started thrusting in her muzzle, clearly she’d be able to handle a bit of roughness, right? She was able indeed and even doubled her efforts with her tongue, wrapping it around my base and squeezing tightly every time I felt like reaching my climax. Though I was the one fucking her, she was deciding when I’d come and for some fucking reason, I felt even more turned on, thrusting harder in her mouth.

After a few minutes of frantic in and out, she finally released the seal on my cock and I felt each spurt as it landed on her tongue, splattering against her inner cheeks. It felt amazing, but just as all orgasms, it lasted but a few more seconds.

I went limp and fell back in my chair, prompting Tyler to get back on her feet while visibly rolling my come on her taste buds, moaning. Below her was a puddle of fragrant fluids, her hands buried to the knuckles in that slick vent. She must have been masturbating while I was fucking her it seems.

Her eyes locked onto mine and she spread her legs while still pumping her fingers in her vent, promptly causing my heart to accelerate in the attempt at giving me another erection, which didn’t come. She shuddered and I was sprayed with her fluids, fruity at the taste and sweet like nothing else.

“Hmm, that was nice.” She swallowed my load and smacked her lips loudly. “Hope you liked it.” I may have mumbled something incoherent or not, I was still too fixed on her sex, so close and yet to far from my reach. Tyler smiled and walked around the desk, picking up her backpack. “Well, thanks for the treat, cutie, maybe I’ll pop by some other time and who knows, maybe I’ll let you in on this.” She raised her tail and bent over, hands spreading the puffed folds of her sex so that I could see deep inside her. I swallowed all the saliva that I had. “Bye!”

“B-b-bye…” She walked out of the room and closed the door behind us. I slumped back so hard I thought I’d fall, wondering whether anything that had happened was even true. The wetness on my cock and the puddle at my feet seemed to point in the direction that I had been indeed blown by the most attractive and popular girl in town, just for fun. “Jesus H. Christ…” Maybe today was not so bad after all.

Still, I had been dumped and my job sucked a whole lot, even more than Tyler. I looked at the time on the clock that I had put on the wall when I first arrived here and found out with happiness that it was the moment for me to get the fuck out of here, now. I gathered all my stuff and put it in my bag, rushing out of the office.

I had to get back because I forgot to lock it, and with the test coming, surely someone would search through my stuff in case I left it open. It would be obvious to see if such a thing happened, since most would get grades above the usual but I wasn’t interested in letting the class get better results because of a stupid mistake on my part. It’s not like literature is that hard…

Once free of the stale air of the school, I hopped in my car, an old blue Ford, which was old when I got it, but ran flawlessly and barely cost me anything in maintenance. The engine ‘roared’ to life, more like a sputter, but turned on nonetheless and took me outside the parking lot and onto the streets of the town. During a particularly sharp stop, forced onto me by an old lady that had no idea that green meant ‘go’ and not ‘wait until it’s yellow and then go’, my bag opened slightly and spilled a few papers on the front passenger seat. Along the many documents and class material I had prepared and put in there, homework and the lot, the flyer that Angel and Tyler had given me slipped out, catching my eye. I drove towards home for a minute more and then decided to turn left, heading for the Hyperion to check this comic out.

The place in question was, bigger than I thought it’d be and far more pleasant to the eye, not to mention busy. I saw a good portion of the students in school roaming around the isles, sneaking a look or two in the comic they intended to buy, some reading them outright to save themselves the five bucks that it took to purchase them. I had come in with a clear purpose, but once I was in and tried to search for the item I wanted, I got utterly lost. Would a historical comic be near the fantasy ones or the graphic novels? Or maybe next to the book transcriptions of a video game?

“Can I help you?” A man that I would have definitely seen on a magazine, good looking and with some serious muscle on his tall frame, approached me. He had a tag on his chest that read Matteo Righini. Italian? How interesting. “Mister?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I fumbled in my pockets and took out the flyer. “I got this from one of my students, Angel, so I thought I’d read it.” His eyes shone for a second and he led me to a stand by the side of the cash register, handing me a rather thick volume of the comic I was searching for. “Thanks.”

“Angel, huh? You’re what, his math teacher?”

“Literature actually, English literature.”

“I guess that’s why he recommended it to you?” I nodded. “Well, it’s a damn good story, both the original and this new take and…” he punched a few numbers on the cash register. “With this flyer, you get ten percent off the purchase.” On the slip of paper there was a bar code which I didn’t see before, with a bright red set of letters that urged me to buy it for a discount should I provide the flyer to the cashier. “It’s… ten dollars and fifteen, sir.” I fished out the cash and coins. “Thanks for the purchase. Feel free to look at the other items we have.”

“Sure, why not.”

I put the volume in my bag and gave the place another look before heading towards one random area that seemed interesting enough to be worth a few more minutes of my time. Though I have to say that most stuff didn’t catch my attention, it was at least very beautiful to look at and some rare volumes were on the level of art. Guess that the world had produced something good for once.

I kept browsing through the comic section for a while, outright ignoring the Asian stuff, that was not something I liked, too extreme for me, but I still spent a good half an hour going around and poking my nose through the weirdly vast array of stuff the shop had. Soon, I found myself near the figurines section, facing a hundred if not more sizes of all kinds of forms and characters from god knows how many tv series and whatnot. My god the prices! How could teens afford more than a couple of these at a time? It’s simply ludicrous! Though the luscious forms of the females might be a good incentive for them…

My eyes were caught by one of the less promiscuous of models and by far one of the cheaper ones at that: the small statue of a Hydra, the mythological creature. Well, or something on that line: it missed a couple of heads, with only two on top of its shoulders and was weirdly cute. For a creature that inspired danger and fear in the hearts of those who met it in the stories, the one who made it had taken it and made it into a cute shadow of itself. The creamy white skin, or scales, were all visible on the thin and delicate frame, making it resemble more a weird two headed lizard than the character it had been taken from. Not that I complained, it was extremely cute and incredibly detailed, with each scale, tooth or muscle visible on the model. I rotated the model in my hands and saw a small tag at the bottom which read ‘Leslie Parker’, maybe it was the name of the author? The price and the form were slowly working their way into my mind and after a good check of my wallet, I took the twenty buck necessary for the model. Not what I would have called an amazing purchase, but I was beginning to think that it would look good on one of my bookshelves at home.

Back in the car, I put the model in my bag and headed towards my humble abode, for real this time.

My apartment on the third floor greeted me with darkness, dispelled by a flick of the switch by the door, lighting up the somewhat old furniture I had taken from my old home a couple of years ago when I moved here after selling my parents’. They had died together in their car, hit by a bunch of drunk workers in a truck, they survived, my parents didn’t. The bastards got in jail and I got out of my old hometown, too many memories I didn’t want to have around all the time.

I tossed the bag on the couch and slumped next to it, sinking in the old cushions that smelled a but of smoke, not mine but Natasha’s. Never liked that habit of hers. Now that I was thinking about it, I noticed the lack of all her usual junk that she left after each visit: beauty magazines, nail clippers, hair, pins and whatnot. Sometimes she’d leave her panties or even her bra, which was not entirely bad for me. Now the place seemed more clean but oh, so empty.

“Might as well have a beer…” I wasn’t a drunkard or even someone that found pleasure in drinking, but a beer after a bad day wasn’t so bad for anyone. The bottles rattled and clinked as I opened the fridge and picked up one as sacrifice, grabbing a bag of Cheetos on the way back to the couch.

I turned on the tv and opened the bottle, quickly downing a few gulps, fingers already dirty with the dust that the snack had. Whatever recipe the woman on screen was following seemed downright stupid, breaking the bundle in half and putting the spaghetti in a still not boiling bowl. I bet the owner of the Hyperion would go mad if he saw this…

In a couple of minutes, the beer was gone, weirdly fast, prompting me to get another. I could handle three beers before getting buzzed and a few more to get drunk so I wasn’t really worried about that particular event happening today. Still, I downed the second beer and finished the Cheetos faster than I ever had, rushing to get more and then a few other things just to be sure I wouldn’t have to get up again. By now dinner was out of the question and I settled with the snacks in my lap, munching on five different flavours of chips at the same time, which was not that bad actually, coupled with the beers already in my blood, I could say that I was having a good time.

As the tv channel showed a romantic comedy, the cheesy kind with English actors and a lot of British humour, I thought of Natasha, missing her presence in the house for the split second it took me to remember that she had dumped me. As if the weird craving I was having for beer wasn’t enough, this little annoying detail made me want more and chug the fourth bottle in an hour. Still not drunk, I got one more and finally that pleasant feeling reached me. Yeah, I know, drinking to forget is bad, blah, blah, blah… just… let me have this one, ok? Jeez.

Then, on its own, my mind went back to what happened today in my office, how Tyler had jumped on me and gave me the best blowjob a man could ever hope to get, just because she wanted some cock in her mouth. That girl made me question my moral standards since I had received head from a teenager. Fuck, she was good. Then, once again, my dick made itself known regardless of my will, tenting my pants.

“Fuck… again?” I tried to ignore the feeling and the need of release building within me for couple of minutes but only made it grown worse, the alcohol working its magic. I sighed and whipped it out.

The whole five inches of my length had never felt this sensitive, be it because the booze or because I still felt Tyler’s touch and breath over my crotch as if she was there. I must have been really drunk. I threw my head back and started stroking, slowly, trying to build up a rhythm that was not too fast, the light of the tv shining on my act and watching me jack off. The program went on regardless of my interest in the damn cooking show or whatever they were doing that implied a lot of flour, gradually getting faster in my strokes. Then, the channel changed to a movie, prompting me to get the remote from below my ass where it had probably ended, shocking me when I didn’t find it there but on the coffee table in front. I looked at the device with confusion and shrugged it off. The movie was far more interesting than the show and the female lead was definitely a hot piece of woman, dressed in the same skimpy outfit as the fighters in the comics I had read today. Better for me.

I resumed stroking myself, this time with some decent material, eyes glued to the woman’s breasts when they giggled and her swaying hips. The male lead seemed to be supposed to have to rescue her from some mythical monster, forcing him to get through the armies of some random Dark Lord to reach his castle. The enemies seemed to be monsters of a reptilian nature, a mix of lizard and some less identifiable creatures, not even strong enough to scratch the hero. I had to say, maybe the alcohol speaking for me, the man was a nice hunk of meat, muscles rippling beneath his skin. I felt a little surprised by how good it felt when I focused on his form and pumped my fist around my dick, never thought I was gay, bi maybe. It didn’t matter as the female that had been kidnapped was found and rescued, the two sharing a kiss and getting interrupted by a light that made me close my eyes.

The Dark Lord that the hero was supposed to fight appeared on screen, but it was nothing like I expected it to be: instead of some burly dude with an axe or an old man holding the powers of the dark, a white creature that was the same as the one in my bag, though far more humanoid in appearance, made it way out of a passage, gently stepping over the stones. There was a heated discussion, there was a fight that I didn’t really pay attention to, and in the end, I saw the hero fall on his knees, defeated by the hydra. The two white heads were smiling at the man, mocking his lover at the same time.

Then, unexpectedly, the white hydra grabbed the male’s head and pressed it against her legs and specifically against a thin slit that was between them. The female lead screamed at the man to wake up and fight, maybe the man was under some spell, but he ignored her and stuck out his tongue, lapping at her slit eagerly. Had I stumbled upon a mature movie or something? And one with monsters at that? I didn’t care, since the sight made my dick throb harder than before, coaxing me into resuming my masturbation session. It felt even better now, almost painfully good but no matter how good and how close I was to release, I couldn’t get myself beyond the threshold.

In the movie then man was desperately licking the hydra’s slit, getting his face coated in a thick sheen of fluids that flowed from within the crevice of her leg, making her hiss in pleasure, one head kissing the other in a sloppy reptilian mess. By now my orgasm felt so close I could taste the musk in the air as the sounds of the man’s licks got louder and louder.

Soon, the hydra roared, a mix of a terrifying and lovely voices echoing in my head and ears. The white beasts spasmed around the human male and splashed her juices all over his muscular torso and legs. The hisses of pleasure reached me and I spurted load after load on my shirt, way beyond my normal capacity, especially since I had already got my fair share of pleasure this afternoon.

Did you like it? The voices that reached my ears were the same as the ones that the hydra had in the tv, which drew me to it. In the following minute, I somehow realized, still deep in alcohol, that the hydra was looking at me, not just at the ‘camera’ that was supposed to be in front of her. I moved around the couch, pants still unzipped and halfway through my legs. It was really looking at me. Hey, are you going to answer? I nodded a couple of times and the two heads smiled. Good, I wasn’t sure you’d like it…

“L-l-like what?”

Oh, damn, right, I was forgetting. The hydra waved her hands in the air and something at my side moved. I looked at my right and saw the bag I placed there sway and tumble down the couch, the zip opening from the inside and spilling all the documents I put in there and the model of the hydra as well.

It shook, squirmed and began to grow by the second, going along the beats of my heart, quickly getting as big as a cat, then a dog, a child and then reaching my own size. The five feet seven of white scales stared at me, tail rubbing against the carpet as it moved around, two heads locked onto my person. I should have been shocked, scared, terrified or worried, but the only thing that I could think of was how perfect the model had become. If when it was small I thought was that it was cute and well detailed, now it was more like a classical sculpture one would find in museums, each limb a perfect masterpiece of its own, all topped by the heads that smiled sensually at me and their ruby red eyes. The second hydra fell on its knees and moved closer to me, split tongues flicking, tasting the air and then lapping at the spilled seed on my chest. The actions of the model caused it to rub against my softened erection, scales against sensitive flesh, making me wince in pleasure and grow hard yet again, throbbing harder. Had I been five or ten years younger I could have understood the eagerness, but not at this age…

Now, onto the good part, Liam. How did she know…? Oh, fuck, never mind… I don’t care. The hydra in front of me crawled up on my chest and the two heads stopped licking at the seed I spurted and began slathering my neck with saliva and then taking turns kissing me. I had no idea what to do, what to touch, so I just let my hands roam free on the scaled body, feeling the cold chitin against my palms and the soft yet firm flesh beneath them. Just like that, let me do what I was made for… I didn’t pay attention to her and focused on the flurry of wet kisses and licks I was receiving from the hydra, her hands groping my ass and stroking my dick with her soft hands.

“Fuck…” words failed me but it didn’t matter one bit right now. Under their licks my skin seemed to burn and become ten times more sensitive, each touch and caress almost like an orgasm on itself.

We rolled on the couch and ended up falling on the floor, the pain that should have come with the fall basically non-existent in our lust. The heads hissed and moaned, craning around my body so that they could reach every part of me with ease, making me envy their long necks and flexibility. The euphoria was doubled if not tripled by the beer’s effect, seemingly stronger than before, throwing my poor brain to ever greater heights.

With a push, the hydra separated me from her, just for the couple of seconds it took her to get on her knees and lift her tail for me, revealing a soaked vent and puffed lips to my eyes. I swallowed a gulp of saliva and fumbled with my clothes, tossing them on the floor and standing fully naked behind her swaying hips. The hydra gently wrapped her tail around my waist and pulled me close to her, the tip of my dick almost touching her folds. I could feel the sheer heat of her passage even without being inside her. Then, with a tug, she forced me against her vent, the first inches sliding effortlessly within her, the heat almost painful but so fucking amazing. I grabbed her hips and used them as support, slamming myself against them. The heads hissed happily, sharing a kiss between themselves as I began thrusting in and out, rhythm not something my drunk mind could afford to pay attention to in the least, but the hydra didn’t mind and urged me with hissed and squeezing her inner walls to breed her harder.

The hydra in the tv watched with interest from her end, the woman and the male now sharing her vent and her tailhole, pleasing her and giving themselves over to her completely just as the hydra in reality was doing with me. I pressed my chest against her back and slammed my hips faster and harder, closing in on another orgasm which came with the force of a tidal wave. My cock erupted within her passage, painting it white due to the sheer amount of seed I was producing, making me shiver and almost faint for the pleasure, forcing the hydra’s heads to stop kissing and writhe in their own climax. Just when I thought it was over, I felt a surge of strength coming from my chest and I suddenly didn’t feel myself go limp, instead, it seemed that I got even harder and resumed ravaging the vent around my cock.

Each thrust revealed more and more of my length, probably now around ten inches or even more, judging by how much was left when I pulled out from her. The tv hydra smiled and urged me to keep going, as the fun was just beginning. I groped the scales beneath me with renewed vigour and felt my hands sink in them, the soft consistency now almost rubbery. I didn’t care and slammed my hips, hearing a wet sound with each time, barely noticing that strands of white were connecting out bodies when I pulled out and then back in. The two heads rubbed against mine, soft scales enveloping my very being in a warm embrace, making me sink in the flesh beneath my skin. I knew something was wrong, but it felt so good I couldn’t stop, another climax wracking my body, but different this time: I felt myself empty the content of my testes, the seed rocking through my cock and then I felt it fill me up, sliding deep inside me, almost as if I was coming inside myself.

The white hydra melted around my body, her form almost unrecognisable now save for the tail and the heads around mine, one of which pressing hard against my skull, losing consistency as it grew around me. Nerves connected and suddenly I was both fucking her and fucking myself at the same time, the stimulation so strong I stopped thrusting and focused on the mere feeling of fullness and warmth I was providing to the two sides of my new self. My vision was obscured by whiteness and my skin enveloped by the same white that the hydra was made of, seeping into my bones, my cells, my very being at an incredible pace.

I rolled on the floor, parts of me sticking to the couch and carpet before slowly making their way back to me, latching onto various parts of my changing body. The pleasure was so much it obscured the pain of my bones reshaping themselves to match the anthro hydra in the tv, my skin solidifying and breaking into a million scales, all perfectly white and without fault. My chest burned and shrank a little, thinning while my hips grew out, becoming more feminine and able to take on anything that any male could throw at me. The idea of getting Angel to fill me up popped into my mind but was gone in seconds as something began to grow within me.

I reached down with my hands and felt my cock poke out from the white goo, changed, bigger, longer, harder, the thick base thinning into a tip after several ridges on the underside. So much more sensitive and more pleasing at the touch. As if the mere act of having grown to fifteen inches was not enough, my hands had grown to be so soft it felt like a cloud was touching me, but it didn’t end there, oh no it didn’t. Just below my newly formed slit, I found something else, a second slit, smaller but even more sensitive at the touch. I prodded at it with my finger and I was rewarded with unending pleasure as I fingered my vent for the first time, cock throbbing as it released volley after volley of seed, coating the entire wall near me in sticky white as the skin of my member turned a deep black, contrasting with the white of my body. The orgasm seemed never ending and I prolonged by stuffing my tail inside my vent as I stroked myself over and over, cock swaying around and spilling all over the place.

Minutes later, I slumped back on the floor, licking my lips to clean them from the seed that had ended up there, my tongue longer and better suited to the task. Then, I felt something else lick at my face, something that felt like a tongue but that wasn’t necessarily mine, though I did feel it as my own. I opened my eyes, now slitted and of a deep red, finding that beside me was a white muzzle not unlike my own, staring back at me with the same eyes I had. I blinked, trying to wake up from the mirage and the face attached to the muzzle did the same.

“What?” I spoke but my voice didn’t come only from my mouth, but also from the one of the other face. I looked down and saw that the face was attached to a neck just as long as mine and said neck was attached to my shoulders. “What???” I asked another time and once more my voice was mirrored by the second head.

Calm down, Liam… my head, heads, whatever, snapped at the hydra on the screen, my vision momentarily showing me her figure from two different points of view. Calm down, it’s all right. She didn’t seem to have any problem in using only one to speak.

“Calm down? Wh-what happened to me?” That last part shocked me just as the other ‘me’ both looking at the other in surprise. The screen flickered and the background of the movie vanished, only a white hydra on a simple black remaining. “Care to explain?”

Well, let’s just say that the figurine you bought were kind of… magical in nature and through it, I acted and changed you to fit what you should have become. Normally at the word ‘magic’ I’d frown or even ignore whatever claim the other person would try and make, though the tricks that the ones at theatres or in the late night shows were at least somewhat decent to spend a few minutes over.

“So?” I crossed my arms and so did me number two. I looked down and saw that from my chest I had somehow sprouted a second set of arms and they were not under my controls but… mine, I guess. Fuck… it’s so weird…

That’s pretty much it actually: you bought the model, I came to life and changed you, end of the story. We stared at her for a few seconds. Ok, I don’t really know why this happened, I just woke up with a mission and went through it. Don’t blame me, girl, alright? Head number two nodded. Oh, it seems that she’s your female side…

“Ehm, what?” I looked at her and then at the blushing new head. “You are?”

“Yes… I guess.”Ok, we had resolved the double voice thing…

How cute… how do you two feel?

“Weird/fantastic!” We stared at each other once again. It was getting annoying very fast. “Is there any way to revert this?” We asked. She shook her head.

Do you want to? She disappeared from the screen and the tv instead displayed an image of another white hydra, standing in front of an old red couch.

Was this us? We looked closer, inspecting our form: from heads to the tip of the tail, we were white, save for the red eyes that seemed like glowing embers and the stiff black cock jutting from the slit between our legs. We gasped, hissing softly as we turned around and explored every crevice of out form, coaxing moans from each other when a set of hands touched something that felt good. She caressed our cock and licked it, to which I responded by shoving our tail in our vent and we both felt each other’s pleasure as well as our own, both overlapping and making it feel ten times greater.

By some stretch of will we didn’t end up masturbating on the floor again, just barely standing straight on a set of digitigrade legs.

Aren’t you two the cutest thing ever? She complimented us and we blushed, tail slapping against the carpet in happiness. Were we cute? No, you’re magnificent…

“Not as much as Tyler though.” She said. “And our cock is not as big as Angel’s for sure.” I added. The hydra laughed and smiled warmly.

Who cares? You are two in one, male and female, two heads with the same thoughts and capable of feeling untold pleasure. Plus… two sets of arms will make it easier for you to correct homework…

“Yeah, maybe…” The idea was not so bad. “What now? What do we do?” She shrugged.

I don’t know, I’m not going to stay here long. It’s up to you to do what you want. The idea was thrilling. Now that you are so much more than before, I think that many doors will open for you two.

“Wait! We… we can’t go out like this! We’re not human!”

Oh, I took care of that already, you don’t have to worry anymore. She gave us one last smile and waved her hands, then the screen turned black and the cooking show returned in all of its shabby glory. We stared at the tv for a while, not sure on what to do anymore. Slowly, we looked into our eyes, lost in our gazes.

“Shall we… go to sleep?” I proposed to her. “Wait, one more thing… I’m still Liam, right?” She nodded after a moment. “Who are you then?”

“Liam of course… who else?” She looked at me as if I was stupid and then slapped her forehead with her left arm, which I felt too and hissed at her. “Sorry. Ok, I get what you mean… I think we should, ehm, get me a new name or something?” I nodded. “What about… Liara? I think that’s a good one…” For about one instant the air shimmered but it was so brief we almost missed it. “I guess so…” It did fit her, weirdly enough. I looked around the place and sighed at the mess I had made on the wall and everywhere else. “It’s going to be a pain to clean up…”

“We can think about that tomorrow. We’ll call in sick and figure out what to do then.” That was a great idea and I had to agree.

We also decided to get a shower and then go to bed since we felt damn tired after the change. The water hit our scales with a pleasant warmth, cleaning off the various fluids that stuck to our body like glue. It was hard to do so though, given how difficult coordinating our arms proved to be, but after a few minutes, we found a way and finally got most of the stuff out. I thought we could get some rest, but Liara suddenly had an idea and began to prod at my slit with her fingers, trying to coax out my cock, which didn’t take all that long.

With her eyes locked onto the impressive spire we grew, she started stroking it gently. Coupled with the water running, it was amazing, like receiving a handjob but from yourself. Then, in another mad idea, she lowered her head and licked the tip, making us shudder and lean back on the wall of the shower. Fuck, that was good. I could taste it and feel her tongue coiling around, loop after loop, her muzzle taking in the whole length with ease. My head swam in a mix of sensations well beyond anything any human could have even dreamed of experiencing, two brains sharing the same pleasure but on two different levels. It didn’t take long for us to come: I felt my cock surge and grow within her muzzle, throb and squirt pre harder and harder until rope after rope of thick seed was shot in her throat, filling our stomach, making me taste our essence. It was too much, so much that some escaped the seal of her lips and splattered onto the tiles of the shower, washed down the drain or hit our chest, staining it white for short moments. Eventually we felt too full and she had to take her mouth off my cock and the still spraying cock washed the walls of the shower white, several strong spurts reaching well above the glass panels and splashing onto the ceiling and out of the box.

We had to take another shower after that and then I made her promise not to do that again unless we were prepared to clean after. Finally exhausted we slumped in our bed, falling asleep in seconds.

I dreamt of the weirdest stuff, vivid dreams that I never had before but so fantastic and amazing I could not bear myself to wake up at all, and yet, I still did.

The clock read seven in the morning, the usual time I woke up to get to school, which was annoying to say the least. I found out with some manner of happiness that Liara was still sleeping, weird but interesting nonetheless and I took the chance to think for a moment about our future. My existential pondering was interrupted by her purrs and by her attempts at rubbing her snout against mine, panting heavily in her own pleasing dream. She opened her mouth and I instinctively kissed her, waking her up. I would have found it weird, kissing myself awake, but she didn’t and kissed me back eagerly. We made out in bed for what seemed like an eternity, lost in our embrace, until I felt my cock surge forth once more, standing at two full feet of pure manhood, clearly at its full size, as yesterday had been more of a test and the shower was but the second round. Liara was quick to get to it, but instead of taking it in her muzzle, she urged me to get beside her. I joined my other self in pleasing our member, muzzles finding each other around the thick girth at the base or at the thin tip, slathering it in saliva and taking us to climax once more. Seed splashed around after hitting the ceiling, giving the whole room a good coat of white stuff as well as us. By the end of it, we were close to an inch deep in seed and the floor was not better off.

“Now who’s going to clean?” Liara chuckled, licking off several thick strands of seed from my muzzle as did the same for her. Then, her eyes glowed, the red becoming deeper and the seed suddenly vanished into thin air, or rather, coalesced into a huge ball that then was dumped into the shower.

“How about that?” I kissed her again and we both basked in the afterglow of our pleasure.

Only around ten a.m. we got up, a couple hour after sending the message that told the principal we would be absent today and made plans for us to go around to buy food and other stuff. In the process of getting ready to go out, we saw that our apartment had changed drastically, now new and lacking in the old and stuffy furniture we had before, even the few photos we had reflected our change. No more old Liam in a sweater with Natasha on the boat that took us to the Statue of Liberty on our first trip together, but Liam and Liara with the human, us towering over her with our necks and kissing over her. We seemed happy and she was happy too. We wondered if in this new reality, she still left us for the same reason, the messages on the phone were the same as yesterday. One thing we found out with some worry, was that we never appeared to wear clothing, which made sense but also didn’t and we realized a while later, while out and holding groceries, in the nude, in public, that maybe, just maybe, Angel and Tyler had went through the same thing as us. It was fun.

“Speak of the devil…” Liara pointed my attention to the two students, walking calmly on the sidewalk. Our gazes met, all four of us looking at each other. The two of them smiled happily and we replied in kind. “Seems like we have some talking to do…” The wolf nodded and offered his help with our stuff, to which we accepted, but not before Liara sneaked in a good grope of his sheath and balls. Angel looked surprised, and growled happily, letting himself grow out enough to let us get a taste of his manhood. “How about we get back at our place for some ‘lessons’?”

“So, we’re at three now.”

“Yes, though it will only get worse from now on.” The man in the dark room looked at a series of pictures that showed those that had changed and their appearances before the change with a heavy and complex feeling in his heart. “Can’t we just, you know, revert the spell? Make things go back the way they were?”

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell: they are invaluable to our work, the same work we gave up years ago. We can learn from this, we can become better than we were before!”

“It’s dangerous! We cannot know for sure how much reality will be bent if we keep going like this! Things are not going to be fine forever… The spells have tampered with space and time too much already, we can’t just… roll back and enjoy the view. I left home so that I could start again.”

“And yet you brought all of our most radical works with you… I wonder why.”

“I thought they’d be safe here.”

“What? I’m not trustworthy anymore now? I live in a goddamn bunker, where not one soul can even get near and you take dangerous items out in the world? Am I the one being unreasonable or what?”

“I put dozens of charms and wards to make sure.”

“And yet here we are, sliding down a hill with no brakes.” The man sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in circles.

“Did you find something that can help up fix this?”

“I may have some ideas, but it’s going to be a pain to even start working on it: we don’t have enough data on just how much the spell might affect reality and spread its influence. I’ll begin gathering the materials for an emergency patch just in case and you keep an eye on them and the town. Who knows when the next one is going to change.”