Effusive Fusion, Part One - by Amethystine, for and dedicated to, Menagerie ~ 'effusive' adjective 1. expressing feelings of gratitude, pleasure, or approval in an unrestrained or heartfelt manner. 2. unduly demonstrative; lacking reserve: pouring out; overflowing "an effusive welcome" synonyms: gushing, gushy, unrestrained, extravagant, fulsome, demonstrative, lavish, enthusiastic, lyrical; antonyms: restrained 2. GEOLOGY (of igneous rock) poured out when molten and later solidified. relating to the eruption of large volumes of molten rock. ~ The shapeshifter known to his friends as Menagerie had been far away, for quite some time. For months, he had been missing from the pleasant little town he had come to love, with its various interesting people, and those he called friends. Those who knew him had missed him, his absence having left their lives just a bit less interesting. It had been a personal journey for Menagerie, something of a quest, something he had needed to do, alone. It was all over now, though, and he had finally returned. His friends, having known they could not accompany him, had kept in touch through various electronic means, and the shapeshifter had let them know of his homecoming. After the particularly restful and pleasant kind of good night's sleep one only gets by sleeping in one's own long-missed homestead bed after a long, hard trip, Menagerie awoke. He arose and looked at himself. His dreams had, as they often did, left him in a mishmash of shapes across his body. Horse, dog, snake, dragon, insect, some dolphin skin. He chuckled to himself, only vaguely remembering the dreams that had generated it all. He took a deep breath and stretched, beginning to realign himself. His form expanded, losing definition with the inhalation and the outward stretching, the zoo's worth of different parts and pelts that were messily smeared across his body fading away. Letting out the breath and easing out of the stretch, his form contracted in on itself, shrinking subtly, down into a familiar red, yellow-fronted, long-tailed impish drake form he tended to gravitate toward. He checked his messages, idly flicking the fat spade tip of his tail. As if the one who had sent it had been waiting for it, one message sat atop the rest, first and foremost. It was from Amethystine, and it was summoning the shifter to the snake's hilltop abode. With a smile, Menag replied: 'Be right there.' The first visit Menagerie was going to attempt to set in motion was always going to be to see the naga, no matter what, but it was nice to have Ame inviting him so readily, beating him to the punch. ~~~ The serpent and the shapeshifter had been friends for over a decade, a constantly deepening connection of companionship, coupled with varying degrees of actual physical connections, as the two explored any and every kind of merging they could think of. As such, Menag did not hesitate to try to open Ame's front door without knocking. It was open, as he was almost certain it would be, knowing the serpent would be ready for him, so he strode inside. Through the python's entryway and into the large atrium at the back of the tall house, sunlight filtering through the huge tree that filled the glass-lined space. Ame was there, waiting for him. "Welcome home!" the brown and gold serpent cheered, and extended his tailtip to Menagerie. Anyone else might have thought this was almost like a handshake for the snake. And for the two of them, it almost was, given who casually they had come to do the intimate act they were about to engage in. It was almost as a matter of course for them, a standard operating procedure, to connect after long periods apart. Ame rubbed his tail around the shifter's draconic slit. "You've been waiting a long time for thisss, I know," he hissed, as he teased the drake's body, smiling up at his friend. Menagerie grinned broadly down at Ame, his hands coming up to rub and hold the python's tail, pulling it in as the serpent himself pressed it into the tight slit, the two doing it together. If not for the shapeshifter's abilities, it would have been a very shallow and pointed less insertion. "I misssed thisss more than I can sssay, Menag. I'm glad you're home, safe and sound, so-ooohhh!" the naga's words twisted into a moan as his mass morphed and merged upon sinking far enough into the drake's vent. Deep enough for Menagerie's marvellous metamorphic abilities to seize it and reshape it. The drake himself groaned at the more mundane feeling of his slit being invaded by the thick, wriggling tailtip, the serpentine termination twisting around his quickly swelling draconic cock. He groaned louder, even while his erection came into its own, as he enacted the fusion. He loved doing it that way, merging his maleness to his partner as it grew, making it feel like his stiffening shaft was suddenly growing by amazing leaps and bounds, coming to impossibly erotic life. Ame twisted in place where his long body laid over the ground as the friends' forms linked up once again, nerves crisscrossing, veins linking into one another, the end of the snake's digestive tract being re-purposed into the beginning of a new, enhanced urethra for Menagerie. The shifter began to feel more and more of the coils, feeling as though they were huge, heavy, living parts of himself, of his cock, and he threw back his head in the pure blissful joy of it all. He had one, once again. His very own sentient serpentine sex organ. One that knew him so well, and would please him to no end - and all he had to do was love it in return, care for it, house it in his own form. He felt as if he was the luckier of the two while Ame thought much the same, as he quickly became the shaft itself. The naga would be the focus of all pleasure for a pair of amalgamated beings, he would be given a home within the growing dragon's body, would live off of the functions of the other, and would be pampered to the utmost. All HE had to do was be used, in any way the host wanted, which was itself a delight, knowing that Menagerie's desires would always be things he would wish for himself anyway. Ame groaned as he thought all that, hugging himself a little, rubbing his torso as the change surged up his body, feeling so warm, suddenly part of something greater than himself, his every nerve ending tingling with new arousing, lustful potential. Doing much the same by gripping the huge cockbase he had suddenly been gifted, Menagerie rubbed over what little of the massive serpentine creature he could reach. He and his form drank in the succulent sensations as Ame fused into his body, becoming one with his passion and his lust. It was untenable to keep the python so large for very long, but he always loved this part, where the naga was beyond hyper compared to his body. They had left themselves like that before, a number of times, the shifter using a decent portion of Ame's tail to create massive external balls to replace his internal pair, and having a tub-filling experience before proceeding to a portable size for the penile python. Wistfully recalling that halcyon hedonism, Menag once more smiled down on the snake, moaning as Ame's self stimulation became more and more clear as something being done to his own cocktip. Meanwhile, the drake had continued to absentmindedly rub at the base of the hyper-augmented reproductive anatomy, feeling his own touch perfectly, given how close to him the coil he touched was. More and more snake sank into his crotch while also growing more slender itself; the metamorphic male was willing his body to pull it in and mentally directing the changes - although it was mostly an automatic process for him at that point, he could practically do it in the background of a conversation. A memory of Ame's shrinking body descending into into his vent came to the forefront of his mind: Menag had been on the phone, having an involved discussion with a friend about something. He had called them to tell them he couldn't make it to the movie he had planned to attend with the other friend, intending just to say he couldn't make it, and be done with it, to return to focusing on the fusion with the serpent. Ame had dared him to stay on the line, and the two had been all the more aroused to have the shapeshifter speak at length to the person on the other end of the line, while their conjoinment continued, covertly. The snake had even gotten in on the conversation, via speakerphone functionality. The purple lioness had been someone they both knew, after all. With the transformation on semi-autopilot, a broad baseline of pleasure radiating out from it, Menagerie asked the snake what he was about to say before he got so distracted by the beginning burst of bliss from their blending bodies. "What were you saying before?" "Mmmm?" Ame murmured, writhing slowly, pressing his loopy, somewhat reducing form up against Menagerie's legs and waist, snuggling against the body that was subsuming his own so sweetly. He looked up at his lover and smiled widely, seeing how big he was, compared to his serpentine self, able to clearly see how the formerly short, impish drake form had grown so much, and filled out into a toned, godlike figure (at least in the snake's eyes). He loved how Menagerie used his mass to grow, and sculpt himself into the chiselled Adonis that deserved to have such a long, perfect, pythonic shaft such as himself. Once again needing to break out of a bit of a desire-induced stupor, Ame shook his head a bit before hissing, "Oh, I wasss sssaying I'm really glad you're home, sssafe and sound, so now I can be in my proper home, safe and sssound within you again..." he cooed and moaned most of his words, rubbing his ever-more sensitive coils together, while they were still momentarily free and able to curl with non-erect flexibility. He was all the more aroused as his thoughts had returned once more to the teasing idea that he was somehow destined to remain within the shifter's body forever, that it was his true home, even if he was sometimes outside of it. It was as if any time away from Menag was the aberration and time with him was the way things should be. Neither really believed that, but it was always something of a background fantasy. Ame's sibilant tones returned, capping off his drawling speech by saying: "..Master Menagerie. The hottest hossst, my perfect, passionate possessor." With that, the naga leaned in and kissed around the drake's vent, which was stretched quite widely around the extreme girth of his new - and former, and future - cocksnake. The scaly slit's stretch is sublime for both of them, as is the feeling of Ame's smooth-skinned body slithering backwards through it; his scales that far back had long since faded into just penile flesh. Menagerie's flesh, as it had been given from the snake to the drake. Their flesh, as the shapeshifter would never deny his cock the right to his own individualism. Even if that sense of self was anchored inexorably to the inner flesh of another, that flesh itself surrounded by the yellow-scaled crotch of the sexy, fire-red, wingless dragon. With one hand still gripping more and more around the thinning base of the conjoinment, Menagerie pet at his snakecock's head, mmming to feel his own touch through the serpent's scales. The sensation shifted from slightly faint to fully-realized, the self-massage he was applying to the shaftbase and affectionately finger-kissing cocktip sank into synchronicity. All of the python's flesh was now as responsive to the drake as any of the rest of him, and as sensitive as his shaft, for that was what he was quickly approaching being - but it was not quite done yet. One would almost think Menagerie was drawing it out on purpose, extending the experience of reconnection with the long-missed friend and lover. The way he breathed heavily and huffed soft gasps of pleasure now and then was only more evidence of it. Ame, who no longer needed to breath at all, rose up and glided heavily against his host, grinding himself on Menag's body as he slithered up his front, past his own firmly anchored base. The naga-maleness moaned at the sensation of it all, kissing his way up his lover-owner. His smooches became more and more squishy and pleasurable as his bones faded, replaced by erectile flesh, extra muscle, a bit of cartilage here and there, and an untold number of additional nerve endings. His kisses got wetter too, from a drip or two to a thick flow of goo, as the nagashaft began to drool.. swiftly leaking more and more fluid onto the golden expanse he travelled upward against, grinding at those rock hard abs and broad pectorals. It's not like it was a surprise or a mystery that Ame would begin to disgorge thick globs of slime: It's Menagerie's pre, because Ame was finally, again, Menagerie's giant, amazing cock, after so long apart - and after what had felt like a long transformation itself. Both of them were so hugely aroused though, that the steady fusion had seemed longer than it really was. In truth, the drake and his completed snakeshaft were deep in the throes of lust, less than a minute after the initial merging contact. An even deeper honesty would be to declare that, even before that first linking conjoinment of their respective bodies - inward questing tailtip and outward surging erection - both the drake and the python were turned on beyond all imagining, their minds had been buzzing with sheer anticipation even if they had controlled their physical selves. Just seeing each other after their months apart, both knew what was going to happen, as soon as Menagerie had come to Amethystine's house. The AmeCock slunk up and around Menagerie's body, trailing a thick path of viscous, musky pre, into which he ground sensitive scuted chest and the less-and-less-scaly body below that followed below it. He wound around his host, taking longer than he might normally, savouring every moment before he reached Menagerie's head. The shapeshifter's hands were all over the pythorgan, who overflowed with both pleasure and pre, the host even using his tail to rub hungrily at his enormous erotic endowment. Ame throbbed mightily with his owner's heightened, racing pulse, his body alight with bliss at being there once again, with Menagerie.. part of him, his most treasured, most sensitive, most important part, save for perhaps his amazing, intelligent, kind, loving, fun, fun-loving, lustful, creative, artistic, kinky, metamorph-enabled mind. The cock's effusive love for its owner was - he knew - amplified by a hormone pumping thickly through him, one that made him all the more loving toward his host, more compliant. Not that he needed it. The penile python gushed with love for its bodily partner, and as a physical manifestation of that love, he reached Menagerie's head and grasped it with his sensitive cocktip hands, kissing him long and hard, flooding his mouth with his own pre-fluids. The snake's snout was still just large enough to have the kiss be more or less on equal footing, but as it went on (and on), the serpent continued to shrink. The drake, meanwhile, still using the mass siphoned out of the naga-turned-cock, continued to swell into the large, flawless paragon of the male form. Gripping Ame and stroking him hard, Menag returned the kisses with love and with lust, loving the odd mixture of intimate lip-locking with a lover and self-stimulation coming to pass once more. Slowly, the wingless dragon slipped from kissing to sucking the snakecock's head into his mouth and back to kissing many times, the snake going along with it as perfectly as one's shaft should, so in tune with its owner's desire, as it is also his own. Soon, Ame had reduced enough to slip his arms easily into Mena's maw when the shifter began to mouth over the naga's head and torso. Subsequently, Ame got a taste of the drake's vorish proclivities as his throat welcomed the python's whole upper body a number of times. In the midst of slowly deep-throating himself ever more fervently, an errant thought occurred to the shapeshifter. Suddenly realizing he had not yet done so, Menagerie murmured a deeply contented (and slightly muffled) 'Hello' to the formerly sinuous (and now stiffly turgid) creature who had so quickly given itself over into the drake's body. Such speed of fusion was itself the cause of his lapse in manners. One might imagine it wasn't necessary to pause even for a split second in such a feast of sexual pleasure, since the time for greetings was so long past. But Menagerie did so anyway, because he knew his naga-maleness would be amused at the absurdity of the salutation, so far after their utter and complete unification. The only more amusing time would have been to wait until after they climaxed together. In any case, the word came out messily around the cock in his mouth - which was also the friend he was greeting, Menag thought to himself, tickling the deep part of his thoughts that loved reminding himself of the role that Ame took on so readily, and blissfully. He loved the fact that he was talking to a person, even as he suckled on that same person's wonderfully plump and pleasurable chest, which doubled as a replacement for the sensitive ridge under the head of his normal shaft. The drake slid Ame's sensitive torso along the trough of his tongue and practically purred from the pleasure radiating down through the cocksnake, into his own draconic body. The pair neared their peak swiftly, Ame and his host primed to explode. Or rather, Menagerie was primed and the python was simply along for the ride, merely a tool for the now larger, beautified being. His pythonic member overflowed with both pre and the felicitous sensations that flowed into its owner; the fluid at one end and the bliss at the other. Despite how needy he was, though, Menag rode the pleasure as long and as hard as he could. He wanted to cum, but he didn't want the perfect experience to end. He stumbled his way to the trunk of the tree that stood within Ame's house, and leaned back against it. He knew the movement would slow his orgasm from arriving, but it would be all the sweeter to not have to worry about balancing once it did arrive. The shifter dropped onto his rump while stroking and squeezing his phallicly infused friend. His eyes had long ago shut and he was so lost in the sensations of their conjoined, carnal experience that he barely heard a new voice that suddenly emanated from in front of him. "Hey!" the deep voice called, although it certainly did not stop, or even really slow down the drake and his Amecock, both too engaged in one another, in their new merged, all but entirely unified self. "Hey! Menagerie! Welcome home!" the deep voice persisted. Hearing his name was enough to begin to crack Menagerie out of his lustful state. "HMMmm..?" he responded hazily to the greeting, eyes still shut. With a distracted, detached part of his mind, he slowly opened one eye and looked around with it, the rest of him still focusing on the tantalizingly close climax he and his cock had been yearning for. They loved their reconnection so much, it would take quite the sight to stop them in the midst of the sweetest combination of oral masturbation and fellatio of 'another male' that was their fusion-based love-making. Nevertheless, the eye was soon joined by the other, which shot open in surprise at the new-but-not-new person before him. "MmmHHmmm?" he moans and ponders at the same time, enough of him becoming intrigued enough to hit the brakes on his libido. Finally pulling back from the brink of bliss, he reluctantly pulled Ame out of his mouth, who slipped free slickly, thick strands of saliva and pre briefly linking him to his host's lips. Both the snakecock and its owner felt as if they were about to explode as their rushing arousal came up against the sudden wall that was the total stoppage of stimulation while Menagerie looked over to see someone that was both familiar.. and not. Ame's head throbbed mightily with the only barely contained orgasm that had been building up in him. The combined snake and drake's instinct might have been to finish themselves off, but once they overcame the lust, it was always more fun to build back up again second time, so the serpent isn't annoyed to have been stopped. Looking over at the newcomer too, Ame grinned. "Ahh, it's about time you showed up! I couldn't stop myself with this sexy beast here," the nagacock said, snugging up against Menagerie's chest happily and wetly as Menagerie continued to appraise the newcomer. The naga's apparent recognition and anticipation of the fresh arrival hammered home who it must have been, even if it wasn't the normal way Menag was used to seeing him. The mystery figure was, apparently, ArachNed. The spider anthro who was a shy room-mate to Ame, usually tucked away in a web-strewn room upstairs. It was Ned, yes, but not as Menag knew him. He was bigger than normal, much bigger. He was the same height and width as the snake-mass-augmented Menagerie, save being a few inches shorter, which was still quite the upgrade for Ned. It seemed Ned would always be shorter than his peers. The spider had always been around only 4 feet tall, but the sudden jump in stature was only one of the things that had thrown the shapeshifter's recognition off. The arachnid had also become very draconic, although he remained coloured with the same black and white patterning, and had his usual extra arms. His draconic scales had huge plate-like sections that were rather like his former arachnid carapace. Overall, though, he looked like he would be softer to the touch than his previous arthropodal self, and his underside was all smooth scutes and scales. Between the aforementioned plates was a lot more room, as well, for more flexibility. The space between his plates were finely scaled with tiny scales. His tail was long and thick, a proper dragon-tail, although it had the same wild, spiralling, fractal-like patterns from his original abdomen along its back. Menagerie leaned back on one arm and gasped. "Ned!? Ned, you... you got... ripped!" he gushed, grinning, ogling the newcomer, idly stroking Amethystine against his broad chest to keep him nice and firm. Stroking his dick at the sight of such a sexy saurian wasn't exactly so uncommon for him, though. He could tell that Ame and Ned had planned to make the spider into what was essentially a spidery mirror of his snake-augmented drake form, giving him every attribute that would be most pleasing to Menagerie for what was rapidly turning out to be a bit of a surprise welcome-home party. One might think of it as narcissistic for Menag to be drawn to those who looked like himself, but as a shapeshifter, he merely took on shapes that were appealing to him. He looked the way he did because that was what he was drawn to, not how he actually looked. Of course, he could hardly remember his original self. "Hey there. Big guy. I mean. Not so big anymore. I guess. Compared to the new me." Ned's speech was clipped, as always, and he smiled sheepishly, his four eyes shining at Menagerie. Meanwhile, the little leg-like spider limbs known as pedipalps, which were anchored to the corners of Ned's mouth, waggled a bit, waving at the other, non-spidery drake. Ned didn't need them to grip food like his non-anthro cousins, but he still had them, and never knew what to do with them, so they tended to move as he spoke, similar to someone who spoke with their hands constantly moving. Like Menagerie, Ned was a wingless drake, and unlike the shifter, he was hornless, although his pedipalps, in the transformation from spider to drake-spider, had become larger, thicker, pointed; rather horn-like. It was as if a dragon's horns had gotten lost and slipped down to the sides of their owners' mouth, and somehow became short, articulated limbs. "Thank you! I see you two are together again. As Ame said you would be. You already know this, but you guys are hot. Really hot." The Ned-dragon crossed his uppermost arms, but his lower two pairs rubbed at his already bulging vent. Menagerie could tell it was a bit of an act, but he didn't care. Ame chuckled quietly and rubbed himself idly against his host's chest as Ned put on his little show. "Thank you too, and thanks for the welcome.. this is quite the nice surprise." Menagerie remarked while standing up, "Did you get into Ame's potion store?" he asked, strolling up to and around the shape-shifted spider. The AmeCock found his long lower coil flexing in newfound arousal at Ned's new look while the red dragon walked, still stroking the snakeshaft's snout. "Whatever you did it looks great on you." Ned moaned a little, still stimulating himself while watching the drake and the snake. "Potion, yes. And thank you. I like it too. Ame's idea. For your homecoming." Pausing in his stream of short sentences, he grunted, blushing, still rubbing, seemingly trying to become erect, but unable to. "Sorry Ame. I'm a little shy. I thought this form would help my confidence. But--" "Don't worry about it, it'sss more of a show thisss way." The shaftsnake said, floating over to Ned's body from Menagerie's crotch. The huge, heavy python-hardon was totally supported by his host's lovely frame, that fact making him tingle. It was another reminder of his total surrender into the other male. But he ignored it in favour of what he had extended himself to achieve. Nuzzling into Ned's slit with pre-stained snout and rubbing at the spiderdragon's crotch with slickened hands, Ame gave the shy one the extra stimulation he needed to evert his vent-hidden cock. Pulling back quickly so not to block the view of the stiffening sex organ, Ame returned into the sticky coating of pre on his host's chest, nestling against him as he watched Ned getting hard. Menagerie's hands returned automatically to his naga-member, rumbling with the continued self-pleasure and the intrigue in what the others had in store for him. Clearly, this was what Ned - and apparently Ame - had planned for the long departed and now returned shapeshifter. Out from the arachnodragon's pure black vent came something a bit more blue than Menag imagined it would be, on the monochromatic bug-drake. He quickly recognized the visage of another mutual friend belonging to both Ame and himself: AcePrion, the blue shark! Of course, now it appeared that Ace belonged to Ned, who moaned as his shaft grew. The spider was unaccustomed to the bliss of being a host to a living male rod, and just the feeling of Ace slipping out through his tight vent was enough to make him wobble in place. Ace's snout and head and torso flowed swiftly out of the large, buff bugdragon, oozing and leaking. Ace's arms peeled away from his sides as he throbbed larger with Ned's arousal, erecting and growing into a huge sharkcock. Ned's own confidence and lust gained a boost, just by watching his amazing, living endowment coming to life in front of him. The sensations of having his shaft move and flex on its own were more than sure to keep him plenty hard, after his rocky start. Moreover, Menagerie lightly touched Ace's throbbing shape as it emerged, providing even more welcome reasons for Ned to keep Ace terrifically turgid. The red-scaled shifter teased the long urethral bulge running beneath the shark-cock with a little bit of slimy pre-cum that he had swiped directly from from Amethystine's leaking lips. After a moment of dreamy, hazily yawning and stretching, and sleepy moaning at Menagerie's touch, Ace saw the tall red and yellow figure in front of him and smiled wide. Perfectly predicting the moment his maleness would begin to speak, Ned flexed his toned draconic self into a pose that had his sharkock thrust forward, for Ace to greet the guest of honour properly. "Welcome home, Menagerie!" he cheered, before a bit of pre-drool trickled out of the corner of his smiling mouth. Snickering a little at the cute greeting, designed just for him, delivered by the person who was his second-favourite CTF victim, after Ame. As the sharkock, still waking up, flexed and stretch himself before the shapeshifter's eyes, the drake's pythonic penis found himself pulsing all the more in direct response, Menag loving what he was seeing. "Thank you Ace. Something told me you might just be hanging around here as well," he said, leaning down closer to Ace, intending to give him a soft nuzzle. Before he got very close, he paused to say, "Before I forget, I just want to say how amazing you all are, for doing this for me, to welcome me back. I didn't expect anything other than hanging out with Ame.. or him hanging out of me, that is, haha. But, this-- it's beautiful, even if I know it's strange, it's a beautiful thing for you all to have done for me. Thank you so much." Just about then, Menag had drifted low enough, and Ace stretched up, straining his thick cockbase. He grabbed the much larger snout looming down toward him, pulling Menagerie into a warm, messy kiss, Ned's pre welling up in him. The spider was wracked with rapture, all six arms trembling with pleasure, unsure of what to do other than to let the blissful situation happen around him. More messiness ensued as Ame slithered and rubbed hard around the middle of Ace's shaft-body before continuing up against the front of the hesitant Ned. He stroked the big scaly plates that lay over the spiderdrake's pectorals and cooed at him to give him a welcome kiss home, for he was Menagerie's cock, after all. Hearing that, Menag chuckled and spoke after momentarily peeling away from the sticky kiss with Ace. "Ame, don't tease him too much, he's new to this." Ned murmured that he would certainly kiss Menagerie's cock as a welcome. And that he didn't mind kissing Ame, either. "I do want to. To welcome you home. Really. The wayward traveller." He took hold of Ame's torso with his topmost pair of his six arms. The next pair of arms down rubbed along the snakeshaft's form, while the last pair were drawn to the thick coil around his shark-member, groaning a little as they all shifted together and he brought Ame to his mouth. Surprisingly gentle, Ned's pedipalps rubbed over the serpent-rod's sides as they began to kiss. All four males moaned together, the phallic pair of them leaking into the mouths of the towering draconic companions. After a long moment of the welcome-home kisses mixed with light dick sucking, they pulled apart slowly. Happy with his greeting direct from the phallic fishman, Menag gyrated his hips, rubbing Amethystine a bit more against the ebony drake's chest. It wasn't quite that the movement of his waist did the rubbing, but it made his intelligent serpent get the idea, enacting the soft grind of his chest on Ned on his own, doing just as his host wanted. Taking a step forward, the shapeshifter pressed himself right up against his fellow dragon, who swallowed a little in trepidation, but smiled all the same, putting a few of his many arms around his counterpart. "You should give me your own personal welcome-home kiss, big guy, and let our sexes embrace." He put his hand behind Ned's neck and pulled the slightly smaller drake up to his snout, kissing him deeply. Meanwhile, his throbbing Amecock rubbed hard against Ned's front, and the Acephallus moaned at being similarly squashed against the muscular landscape of Menagerie's yellow-scaled chest. Both of them began to grind into the other, each wrapping one arm around the other. The 'aquatic' anatomy was a bit shorter than his constrictor cock contemporary, and less flexible. Ame was longer, but his shrunken state left him with a smaller torso, while Ace's head alone were much larger than the python's upper body. The sharkcock was almost a small person in size, whereas Ame was like a large doll at the end of the long, coily cockbody. Nevertheless, the snake had the advantage, and wound around the stiff Ace. The shark's hands went to his friend's form and rubbed firmly, to please the other pair but also to shift the heavy loops up and down his own body, stimulating himself just as much as he did Ame. Both of the drakes groaned into their kiss as their living endowments went at it, grinding their bodies together hard. Menagerie had only recently transformed to have his Ameshaft and only moments before had stopped himself from a self-blow-job generated climax. He was primed to explode. Ned was just as close, his inexperience as a host to Ace or any other huge, fused maleness had made his libido something of a hair trigger, once he got going, and forgot about being shy. The slightly larger red anthro dragon humped against the black and white body, lashing his tail around Ned's, which had been swinging around wildly. The former spider was too used to having nothing but an abdomen in place of a tail, not needing to manage such length or flexibility. Menagerie guided Ned back to the tree in the centre of the room and laid the spider down against the trunk, propping him up against it before kneeling between Ned's legs and thrusting properly into their tightly entwined cocks, making the Ameshaft buck quickly up an down around the squirming, groaning, shark-dick, who was overflowing with Ned's sticky pre. Winding all the tighter around his friend, Ame's body crushed the sensitive fins, making Ned yelp in surprise pleasure, having not truly realized how touchy they were, in the best possible way. He arched his back against the tree, pushing Ace up through Ame's throbbing, rippling coils. "Yesss, that's it!" Menagerie encouraged the spider-drake, who eagerly repeated the action, as the shifter began to bring himself downward at an angle that had them meeting perfectly. The tight rings of muscle and turgid, pulsing flesh that were the red drake's snakecock pumped perfectly and fluidly over the fishy, finny phallus, rushing them all, together, toward a plateau of pleasure. The first to reach their bliss was the combination of spiderdragon and sharkcock, sticky cum firing up and out of Ace's mouth while Ned let loose a string of grunting, hissing and expletives one would not have imagined coming from the shy little spider. A confluence of seeing their friends so pleased, knowing they had caused it, wishing to join them in it and feeling the hot rush of cum spraying over so much of themselves, Menag and Ame tumbled into climax alongside the other two. The snakecock unwound, his flexibility lost as his host's body tensed into the throes of orgasm. Menag leaned back on his knees, and grabbed at his fully extended serpentine sex, jerking him all the more as it erupted heavenward. Thick ropes hit the lower branches of the tree, the trunk, the ground around them, and the underside of Menag's chin. Still other shots fell back down onto Ned and Ace. The snake-drake combo collapsed atop the twitching spider-shark fusion, Ame laying along Ned, from hip to shoulder, while Ace snuggled against yellow belly scales, his nose nuzzling the crossroads of pectoral and abdominal muscles. They were quiet for a time, all of them revelling in the rapturous afterglow. They snuggled surprisingly well together, shafts entwined, many black and white arms around the bright red body. A minute or so later, all of them sighed in contentment at the same time, then laughed at the unintended synchronicity. ~ To Be Continued - The Party Isn't Over Yet! >:}===<~