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[b][u][center]The Golden Coil Resort

Part 10

for Taiko

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Lloyd wasn't sure how long he'd been dancing. It must have been at least an hour from the low burn through his legs and core, but time was funny. Most things were funny, and not the laughing kind of funny. Time, understanding, everything but dancing, showing off, and being sexy were so stretched and teased and convoluted that they didn't resemble what they were supposed to be anymore, and it was easier to just ignore them instead of trying to make it all make sense.

The nagas had disappeared, replaced by others. Big men, all men. He would have thought - if he could think - that there'd be women, females around eventually, but there was none. It was just men, men that were more than willing to stare at his cock, at his ass, at everything he showed off with every sway of his hips, every little tease of his body. He didn't know why it felt good to have complete strangers looking at him like that, but it did, and his cock showed it as it throbbed for them constantly.

He turned around the stripper pole, flipping around to show his ass to the crowd. Someone half his age would have struggled to keep up with this sort of dance, but the stamina came from somewhere. All that work that he'd done for others, all the time that he had spent building up townhouses and boats and who knew what else. He had worked hard all his life, and he had the body to show off for people for however long that they wanted to watch it be shown.

He loved it.

They loved it.

It worked.

As he dropped low, rising up onto the balls of his feet as his heels dug into his ass, he felt something different. Not just the eyes of his audience - an audience that had grown to nearly twenty people of various species both scaled and furred - but something new. Or, not new, but familiar, something that he hadn't felt since leaving the family house for this vacation. It was tingling at the edge of his awareness, like a feather along his skin, like a little finger that was gradually tracing its way up his spine. It was so very different, so very soft, but at the same time, it was controlling, pushing, pulling him to shake his ass for the crowd in a very different, very aggressive sort of way.

As if his hands had gained a will of their own, they reached back and spread his cheeks, showing off the slight stretch that his pucker had taken on after being fucked by the raccoon -

[i]When did I get fucked by a raccoon?[/i]

It was stretched regardless, opening slightly as he pulled the cheeks to the side to show off to the crowd. They loved it, cheered for it, and one daring lizard reached forward and slid a finger past his pucker. Lloyd groaned, his cock twitching up, spitting pre-cum at the stripper pole and painting it with clear, lusty fluid. He breathed in the heated smells and scents of the air, thick with sweat and the musk of pre-cum and arousal. His own and those of the other men in the room thickened the chamber with the raw smell of rut and need, and he wondered, briefly, if there'd be a chance of things going further.

But that feeling of something coming was getting stronger, and he knew that that, whatever it was, was going to take priority.

It arrived without warning, the doors to the strip club kicked open with a thump. All eyes turned and then kept turning, save for Lloyd's.

After all, he could see what they were missing. A pearly-white equine stood in the doorway, horn glowing with a strange power that shimmered off the tip and turned into a smoky haze rising off it. The horse's eyes glowed with a strange yet familiar power, one that reached out for him and seized him by the balls. Literally, in this case, pulling on his balls and keeping him from standing back up.

Nobody else seemed to notice as the strange stallion walked across the room and approached the stage. Nobody else seemed to care as the horse reached up and cupped Lloyd's sac in a way that was both calming and exciting, caressing and possessive at the same time. Lloyd smiled and panted, arching his back slightly more as the unicorn hissed in pleasure.

"That's it...that's what I've been missing..." The unicorn smiled. "You're an addictive man, Lloyd. Very addictive...and you taste great."

"Mmmph...you haven't even licked me yet."

"You know what I mean."

He didn't - not yet - but he nodded as if he did. The unicorn snapped his fingers, and the rest of the club seemed to go quiet. They settled back away from the stage, their eyes glazed over, and the unicorn - oddly emaciated, Lloyd realized, slender in a way that seemed wrong - sat on the back of one of his more 'normal' brethren, taking a seat on a stallion that had fallen to all fours and offered himself up as a chair. Lloyd turned around to sit on the edge of the stage, head feeling funny, but not in the same way. The world was less blacked out than it had been, less unfocused and more just...on pause, for lack of a better way to put it. Dreamlike, rather than completely fogged out.

"What...who are you..."

"You don't remember me? Good."

"But -"

"It doesn't matter. You don't remember me. Nobody ever remembers me, but that's the way it works, isn't it?" The unicorn shook his head, breathing in slowly and then letting it out. "It's so thick here. So rich. Ugh. Can't tell if it's good or bad."

"Who are you?" Lloyd asked again.

"Your friend. Helper. Guest. Something." The unicorn groaned. "And you're the host, so let me have a minute to catch my breath and get something to eat."

"Something -"

"Shut up."

Lloyd wasn't sure that he liked the tone, but there was something that was utterly relaxing about the dream-state that he felt himself slipping into the longer that he talked to the horse, so he didn't question it too much. It was nice, soft, deep, relaxing, something that allowed his muscles to stop straining, something that let him soothe himself after being active for so long. Conducive to dirty thoughts, too, he found as he looked at the unicorn and found himself 'remembering' things that seemed utterly impossible.

Like being under that ass.

Like being under that cock.

Like being railed over the dining room table.

Like putting his cock out there to compare to that horse cock and finding himself almost matching it.

Like being hot as hell and being desired by that stallion, and finding it rather fun.

Married man or not, the images kept his cock hard, but he was too relaxed to be that worried about whether it was cheating or not at that moment. Even if it was - and it might not be - was it his fault? He didn't think so, and that was enough to keep the mature man grinning like a dreaming idiot.

All the while, the white-furred unicorn kept breathing in like someone in the process of meditating and counting his breaths. He would breathe in, hold it, and then breathe out slowly, fully, completely, and at times he would end it with a sudden jerk of his head as if he was spitting something to the floor. It never came with anything - neither wet nor solid - but it was almost like he was spitting out something that he didn't like rather than keeping it inside of him. Lloyd didn't understand, but that was fine. It wasn't something that he was supposed to understand, after all.

Yet, as the unicorn went through the breathing motions, the too-skinny appearance he had started to shift. It didn't happen all at once, of course, but little by little, those skinny traits, that appearance of being nothing more than skin and bones, started fading. He had muscle again, more substance in his core and thighs. He stretched and relaxed a little more where he sat, and he shifted from side to side as he started to put on a little bit of muscle to go with that stick-figure frame.

Soon enough, he was back to what one would consider a healthy build for an equine, and bigger still. The white-furred unicorn nodded, opening his eyes again.

"Hardly the sort of feast that I'm used to from your house, but it'll do."

"What..."

"I'm a unicorn. I eat the feelings around me. And let me tell you, you make them horny as hell. Not a bad meal, but really overrich compared to what I get from the rest of your family."

"Family..."

"...Heh. All feelings and no brains right now, huh?"

Lloyd didn't know what to say, which probably meant that the unicorn was right on the money. Family, however...family triggered something in him. Riche. Darren. They were somewhere in the hotel, and that meant that they might be in trouble.

The older man groaned, rubbing his head as phantom images of his boys appeared. Blonde Riche, hanging onto someone that he didn't understand, kissing some...some snake? Some dragon? Something like that.

And Darren. Darren, passed from the hands of one man to another, given around like some sort of...some kind of party-toy, someone that was there for the pleasure of others, for the sake of making them feel better rather than to do something proper. He groaned, shaking his head as the dream-state quivered around him.

The unicorn leaned in, pressing one hand to his head. The stranger's horn glowed, and the dream state settled over him like a warm blanket. The images of his sons disappeared again, fading into ghostly things that were no longer so worrying, nor so concerning as the cock that was throbbing between his legs and the steady flow of lust that was coming up from below.

"That's it...that's what you want, isn't it, Lloyd?" the unicorn asked. "Lots easier to deal with things when you get horny instead of worried."

"Lots easier..."

"Easier to be horny than to be stressed."

"Easier to be horny than to be stressed..."

"Easier to be horny than to be scared."

"Easier to be horny...than to be scared..."

"When you feel something bad..."

"Just get horny instead," Lloyd finished.

The familiar statements were coming back to him. He remembered that, remembered that odd feeling that had settled over the house. Everything that frustrated him about Darren and Riche had started turning into something else. Every time those negative emotions started rising up, his mind just went a different direction, going to the horny brain instead of going along with those bad feelings. He'd jerked off...

Or had he jerked off? There were other thoughts, and those memories from a moment ago, thoughts that he had believed only fantasies, suddenly felt so much more real.

He leaned back a bit against the stage, only to feel the unicorn closer to him, hands on his thighs, pushing them apart. Lloyd groaned as he felt that equine shaft rubbing up against his own, the pair frotting against each other as the stallion looked him right in the eye.

"I've been...missing you three. You, in particular, but all of you."

"Why?"

"Well, you taste good...and it's easy, with you guys. And I think I help."

"..."

"I help, right?"

"Yeah...yeah..."

After all, it was better to be horny than to be scared, or angry, or stressed. It was better to just think with his dick than the stupid parts of his brain.

"That's what I thought," the unicorn said, smiling down at him. "Now...let's see how much of a meal you can give me..."

#

Darren watched the display from the door, and even with all the other dizzying things that had happened, he could barely see through the glamor that was taking place. At least, he assumed that was what it was; he'd talked with Kasey about it after Rodrigo moved in, and he knew that there was something that unicorns could do.

Then again, it must have worked to some degree, because there was only so much that he remembered about the unicorn even now. He remembered finding the stranger on the family boat when they'd gone out for a swim day, and he remembered how they had done...quite a few things with each other, all under the command of the dream-state that the unicorn was able to instate over the three of them. He knew that Rodrigo had come home with them, and from that point on, he barely had more than a spotty recollection of the horny equine around the house.

One thing was for sure, though. He wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Dragging himself back from the door and fighting the urge to give in and enjoy the dream, Darren pulled himself back to the ramp that connected the various floors of the hotel. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

[i]Options. What are my options?[/i]

He could keep looking for Riche, but he doubted that would help much. If Rodrigo was with his father, that meant that his brother was going to be safe until Rodrigo was done. And it wasn't like the unicorn was actively harming them, but it wasn't really helping things, either. The hotel had already dragged them deep, and this was going to take them deeper, and not in a good way.

So, Riche was going to be safe enough on his own. More to the point, grabbing him wouldn't do anything to stop Rodrigo from going further than he already was.

For that matter, Darren didn't know what the unicorn wanted. He had only hazy ideas of just what the equine had wanted when he moved on, not understanding unicorns that much at the time, and Kasey hadn't exactly filled that in any further. There were few enough things that he knew about them to begin with, and he was starting to realize that, despite his various encounters with the supernatural and the fantastic, he didn't really know that much about it.

[i]I'm going to have to do something about that...[/i]

But first, Rodrigo, and his dad. There was nothing that he could do about it himself, but this [i]was[/i] a hotel that catered to what people wanted. Right at the moment, he imagined that Rodrigo was tapped into that, consciously or unconsciously, and that meant that the unicorn was probably projecting a glamor that made multiple people want something at the same time, which probably meant that the hotel was giving some strong feedback on that and enhancing it. So far, he seemed happy enough to have Lloyd under his control, but -

[i]The others...[/i]

The iguana and the python naga. They'd both been under some kind of control, nudged to come after him and have their fun. They knew him, too, which meant that Rodrigo was still after all three Huff family members. They were going to need to deal with that...

But while the iguana had been completely sucked into it, the naga had not. Sure, the python had taken advantage of it, but the minute that Sephiro had realized that Darren didn't want to participate, they'd stopped. There was something there, something -

That was it. Nagas, every single naga that he had ever met, had some sort of hypnotic capability. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but they all had some talent for it. Maybe that meant that they had an inherent resistance to it, as well, allowing them to avoid what the hotel did to the average guest and, in this case, what Rodrigo was doing to the other guests. If he was right, then he just needed to get to Allen again and they could work something else.

[i]I need it...I need Allen.[/i]

He hoped that the hotel was listening, because he couldn't remember where the naga's office was. He dragged himself to his feet and started following the ramp up, hoping against hope that he would find it before Rodrigo's dreams found him.

Darren was just starting to pick up on the sound of other footsteps from above and below when he found the spot in the wall from last time. He rested his hand against the scaly surface, closing his eyes and thinking as hard as he could at whatever happened to be listening.

[i]I need to talk to Allen.[/i]

The wall didn't shift. He gritted his teeth, holding his hand against it more firmly, pressing his full weight against the wall as if he could just push right through. The footsteps and rasping slithers of both hotel guests and other nagas filled his ears as they got closer and closer.

[i]I need to talk to Allen. I need to talk to Dr. Tuomos.[/i]

The wall shifted slightly, almost as if it was listening and considering. Darren's heart was right in his throat, and he knew from the voices coming round the corners that the guests were almost upon him. If he didn't get through soon, then he wasn't going to get through at all. The human leaned close, whispering out loud rather than just thinking the words.

"I need to talk to Allen. Please. I need it...I want to talk to -"

The 'want' seemed to be the difference there, and the wall opened up. He fell flat on his face as the scaly surface closed behind him, sealing off the ramp. Groaning at the slight headache left behind, he dragged himself forward and back to his feet. The familiar office door was just ahead, and he breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw the naga still slithering around on the other side.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

Dr. Tuomos looked up with momentary curiosity before nodding in greeting. Darren shut the door behind him as the naga sighed.

"I still need time to think. I know that you were just trying to help, but -"

"There's something more serious going on right now."

"Hmm? Oh, please don't tell me that the hotel has let you down further, Darren."

"That's not -"

"I know that it wasn't what you wanted - or what I wanted - but can we stop critiquing it to death? I already told you that I'm trying to fix it, and your boss leaped in to help, and I'm just -"

"Doctor!"

Darren realized he'd shouted a split-second after the word left his mouth, and he immediately started apologizing as he saw the shock on Allen's face. It hadn't been his intent to be that aggressive, but...well, he needed the naga to listen, and if shouting was the only way to get past the previous offenses, then he would have to do that. Hopefully, though, just the once.

"The problem isn't the hotel this time. It's a guest."

"...A guest, you say."

And suddenly, Allen was 100% business. The slightly kerfuffled and charming doctor with all his bright ideas was gone, replaced with a keen-eyed naga that looked vaguely offended that someone had taken his hospitality and house and offended another guest within its walls. It was such a striking change that, for a moment, Darren was all but convinced that someone had swapped out the previous serpent for this one, because there was no way that they could be the same person.

"And what has this soon-to-be-evicted guest done to one of my people?" Allen asked.

"Um..."

"I did not build this hotel - I did not take part in creating this safe haven - for someone to walk in and embarrass and humiliate those that have chosen to come here. What happened?"

"...A bit of background, if I might?"

Allen nodded, and Darren began the process of recounting what little he remembered from that day out on the lake. Even now, mere minutes after seeing Rodrigo again, there were more holes in his memory than there had been, but that seemed to be understood and waved aside with the knowledge that they were dealing with a unicorn. Allen listened with utmost attentiveness, asking surprisingly piercing questions compared to the unfocused, happy-go-lucky snake that he had been, and more than once, Darren felt a little uncomfortable, almost as if he had forced the serpent to call out some other side of himself to make the whole place look a little more competent. He felt guilty about that.

As he reached the end of the story, Allen nodded, hissing slightly to himself. That forked tongue came out once, twice, tasting the air as if there were answers there. Darren stood with his hands folded around his back, shaking his head. He wanted to apologize, to take back some of his critiques from earlier, but there seemed no space in the silence to speak up.

Finally, Allen nodded. The naga slithered out from behind his desk, the gold-green scales that pebbled his body shimmering as he moved.

"I will see to it that we untangle this, Darren."

"You don't have to -"

"You came here because you trusted me, Darren, and...I am grateful that you did. There are ways that we can help here. And if a unicorn was involved with the twisting up of your mind, then there is something that we can do for you with him here."

"I - you think that this is his fault?"

"I believe that his treatment matches a number of symptoms that I was seeing while I was digging around in your head, and I think that - from what you've told me - his laziness in how he approached his work is the main thing to blame. There are a hundred ways that you can use glamours to help someone out, and he chose to shove everything under the rug to keep all the 'bad things' out of the way in order to enjoy the good ones. Hardly the sort of professional behavior that one should expect."

"...You're a very different snake right now. I...hope that it's not because -"

"Oh, Darren. This? This is the real Dr. Allen Tuomos. [i]This[/i] is the doctor that takes care of his patients and guests. And [i]this[/i] is the doctor that doesn't take kindly to some quack coming 'round and causing strife for everyone he's trying to help."

Ah, so it was more of a professional thing. That was something that he could understand, and it assuaged some of his worries. But there was still the moment of being a little concerned about what they were going to do about Rodrigo, particularly as the unicorn had seemed so very powerful. He cleared his throat.

"So, um...how are we going to handle this?"

"In simple enough fashion, I believe. I will gather up some of the others that work at my level, we make our way down to the strip club, and we take custody of this unicorn. Once he is in our coils, we'll encourage him to help fix you and your father - and your brother, once this is done - and then teach him the right way to use these powers."

"Responsibly?" Darren asked.

"Yes...and it will do us good to examine it in someone else so that we can examine it for ourselves, as well. I have not forgotten our previous conversation."

"Sorry."

"No. No, you were right. It stung, but you were right. And I am glad that we talked it through. Come. Let's take care of this."

#

Lloyd was deep in the unicorn's grip, and the unicorn's cock was deep in his ass at that moment. He moaned as he leaned back over the strip club stage, his eyes rolling back in his head as that shaft went deep into his pucker, pushing so far in that he was half-sure that it was going to leave a bulge in his stomach by the time it was fully sheathed.

Of course, it wouldn't entirely bulge it, he knew from memory. There had been a dozen or more times in the past where he'd taken it to the hilt, training his ass on that fat horse cock, but it was never sufficient to break him in that far. He remembered that there was soreness at times, and that there were moments when he felt loose and a little empty, but he had never been 'bulged' like that. He groaned as he felt the thick tip pressing at the different sensitive places inside of him, running deeper and deeper.

"No need to be concerned...no need to be curious...just be horny..."

"Horny..."

Lloyd had never been as aroused as he was in that moment, pinned on his back with his legs in the air, his ass filled to the brim with a unicorn's cock and his balls pulling up bit by bit. Pre-cum drizzled over his stomach, oozing over and marking him as a semi-slut, as a needy man, and he groaned as the heavy musk of males just got stronger every time that the unicorn leaned in and leaned over him.

"You...mmmph...you feel...so right..."

The unicorn talked about that all the time. He'd muttered about the 'taste' of Darren and Riche, though never for long as it kept dragging Lloyd out of the warm place of obedience and happy submission, but it was that feel-taste that he kept talking about that kept Lloyd from sinking further than he did. What was that? What did that mean? Why was the unicorn getting from this besides just the chance to keep fucking his ass over and over again?

He didn't know, and he didn't care. The pressure of that shaft pounding on his prostate over and over again was more than enough to make him forget about all the other things that were going on and focus entirely on the unicorn. He leaned his head back, gasping for breath with each thrust as he tried to -

"Ah...ah..."

"Yes...don't think...just feel..."

He was feeling, alright. He was feeling everything right then. He felt that cock, he felt that lust, he felt enjoyed and treasured and wanted like something beyond value. It was everything that anyone could have asked for from a partner, and his body trembled from head to toe from the sheer bliss that came from being rocked back and forth on the stage. He could feel the pleasure of the unicorn running through him, filling him with hot squirts that made each thrust slicker, wetter, faster than the one before, and he wondered just how full he would be by the end of this. His memory gave him numerous different answers, ranging from a belly that was utterly bloated as if from a heavy meal to being no fuller than a little plug afterward.

It didn't matter. He still wanted it, craved it, and he would have it soon enough. He could feel the unicorn speeding up, those heavy balls slapping against his ass. His legs were up and nearly pinned by his head as he was rutted faster, his toes curling as he felt his own orgasm right around the corner, and then -

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He was right about to cum. He was sure he was...

And yet, he wasn't. It took him a moment to realize why, as the unicorn had stopped thrusting. In fact, the equine was slowly sliding out of him. Lloyd stared straight up for a few seconds as the glowing white horn of his partner disappeared from sight, staring at the empty ceiling before he managed to make himself sit up. The effort that it cost him was more than he expected, and he shivered as he finally managed to get himself upright. Just how long had he been laying down, he wondered?

As he sat up, he saw other shapes. The audience that he had been dancing for had disappeared, leaving nothing but a group of nagas, the unicorn...and his son. Darren stood at the back of the room, naked and half-hard, and he could see his boy's cock bouncing up and down, twitching, throbbing no different to his own. Was there a hint of embarrassment there?

Surprisingly, no.

Lloyd started to stand up, only for one naga to slither forward and press him back to the stage. Its tail wrapped around his ankles, pushing his legs together once more. His cheeks squelched as his lower half was pulled tightly together, and he groaned under his breath as he felt the tail slithering further and further up his body. He didn't remember ever going through something like this before, but it was surprisingly pleasant. More pleasant than it should have been, quite probably.

"Mmmph..."

"That's it...just relax..."

"Hmm?"

"We're going to make everything better. Properly, this time."

Lloyd didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but the coils were soft enough to relax in, and he had to admit that they were pleasant to press himself against. He allowed his arms to be bound to his sides in short order, and as the naga slithered all the way up his chest, ending with its hands on his shoulders, he just rode it. There was still that sense of being horny rather than feeling anything else, and he perhaps should have felt a little embarrassed about the need rushing through him in front of his son...but why?

What was wrong with this?

What was wrong with any of this?

[i]I should...should probably have an answer for that...[/i]

#

Darren shook his head, quite aware of the fact that his father hadn't really been himself when they'd charged into the strip club. That empty look in the eye was one that he was pretty familiar with, having seen it in the mirror and in the eyes of coworkers and other people that worked under Mr. Lee for a living. He rubbed the back of his head as he made his way in, walking around the cluster of nagas to find Rodrigo in Dr. Tuomos's coils, the unicorn more than slightly outraged at the turn of events.

"What the hell is this, Darren?" Rodrigo grunted. "How -"

"The time to talk to Mr. Huff is past," Allen said, the naga resting a scaly hand under the unicorn's chin. "And the time to start fixing this mess starts now."

"Mess? What mess? Do you know how messed up things were before I stepped in to start helping them out?"

"They were messed up...pretty badly," Darren admitted, "but that was due to our own mistakes. We could have figured them out, eventually."

"...If you believe that, I got a bridge to sell you."

"..." Darren sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, maybe not so easily as that. None of us wanted to confront each other about the things that were bothering us. I was going to go back to work in a week or two, and that would have been the end of it for another six months or so. They would have gone back to getting along with each other, but that would be their problem, not mine. But...you weren't doing much better, were you?"

"Uh-huh? How was mine any worse?" Rodrigo asked.

"Making us forget our problems instead of actually doing anything about it?"

"Hey, you can't have a problem if you can't remember it."

"The issue of an aircraft leaking oxygen without the pilot being aware comes to mind," Allen said.

"Oh, that's not fair. As if that's a fair comparison."

"It seems apt enough to me. But Darren, I believe it is only fair to ask you. Do you [i]want[/i] us to help fix things? We are, despite our previous issues, all trained therapists, and we know how the mind works. We can untangle this...and encourage this one to do the job properly in the future."

Darren was growing increasingly convinced that there was no way to fix [i]anything[/i] without it having some degree of awkwardness to it. They hadn't fixed anything with Rodrigo before, and that convenience had come at the cost of an increasingly dependent unicorn who had tracked them here, somehow.

That was a good point, actually. He cocked his head to the side.

"How did you know we were here?"

"...I didn't, at first. I just came because of a massive pulse of desperation."

"Desperation? Why -"

"I don't know. It just came, begging for someone to make it all a dream, to make it stop being real."

Allen looked guilty, and Darren could guess why. The whole bad news thing had probably set off a depression bomb for the naga, and that would put off that sort of emotional signal for the half-fae unicorn. Well, at least that answered that. Darren sighed.

"Yes...let's get this done. Fixed. However we do it."

"Yes. Let's. Darren, if you would let us hold you?"

He nodded, and a new tail began its climb up his body.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Rodrigo finds Lloyd, and Darren finds the pair of them. A solution has to be found.

Tags: M/M, Naga, Unicorn, Human, Reptiles, Series, Exhibitionism, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Snakes, Nudity, Erection, Anal, Frotting, Wet, Stretched, Public, Hotel,