Entwined, by AmethyStine - A Tawdry, Twisting Tale of Lustful Linking, for LightningClaw ~~~ ~~ ~ Xanders (c) LightningClaw / FenekkuKitsune Story, TFs and the TwinNaga (c) Amethystine WARNING: This story contains strange smut situations, mostly that of a CTF-based nature. The CTF is achieved non-traditionally via multiple connections instead of one. Also, cocksnake TF and general body manipulation / flesh-crafting. ~ ~~ ~~~ SEGMENT TWO ~ [Recap of Segment 1: ] [Xanders, a blue fennec-kitsune with some added morphic abilities at her disposal, has come to a fusion convention and has found herself obsessed with finding a certain serpent, who is known for sensual transformations. The kitsune is a lover of cocksnakes (and frequently has one of her own), and imagines the python she's after will be the ultimate sheath-filling companion. That serpent is called 'Amethystine,' she's been told.] ~ And so, she was on the hunt, her body burning, yearning, every aching part of it. The fire had begun in her mind and had spread to her private places, then trickled down to her toes, out to her nose, lingering in her fingers, trailing through her tails.. tweaking her teats. The smell in the hallways didn't help, not one bit. It actively augmented the conflagration coursing through her veins, in truth. The kitsune could see now why the whole hotel had been booked for the convention-goers. Anyone with a sense of smell worth anything would clearly 'see' what was going on in the plain-as-day olfactory landscape of those lengthy corridors. Xanders' sense of smell was above average, even for an anthro. The amount of musk made a miasma and pheromones which trickled out from behind closed doors, driving the fennec into a dizzy tizzy of a tantalized state. Moreover, a kitsune can smell magic, and magic that was so clearly conjured by and for the intent of intense individual-interlocking intimacy, it was an alluring aphrodisiac all its own. Just as she could smell so many species with various delectable flavours she had fondly sampled in the past, she could detect delicious sorcery, spicy or smooth - all of it sinfully sweet, or succulently savoury. All these flavours, she savoured, licking her own nose, the dampness deepening her detection of the delights. Her thighs quivered, quickening her pace through the sprawling place. The moisture upon her nose only made things worse, and spurred deeper dampness trickling from.. well, let's just say that her illusory bikini bottoms weren't about to hold back the very real tidal forces at play. At play, play, play. By the Divines of all pantheons, she wanted to play! Wanted to lay. And then, after scurrying through the halls and taking stairs and elevators up and down, hunting for a party she could crash, after even having knocked on a few doors where she thought she could hear muffled sounds of canoodling, Xanders spotted what felt like the end of the maze. During the torture of the endless scent-based temptations through the anonymous, uncaring and deserted hotel halls, she had felt like a lab rat, subjected to some strange scent-based science experiment, designed to drive her and only her, mad. But now, there at the end of one last hall, there was the oh-so-pleasing cheese. This living treat was saying goodbye to someone, then waving goodbye to whoever it was, as the gleaming metal doors slid shut on the male's view of them. Xanders herself couldn't see - couldn't even see the elevator doors from where she approached on quiet paws upon the carpet - hadn't caught more than a glimpse of the departing party's tail, slinking out of her peripheral vision, as she had come around the corner, and spotted the sensual ending of her quest. The treat, the prize... no -- HER treat, HER prize, she would make sure of it -- was a naga. Seeing him at all had made her heart do a backflip, she had frozen, seeing the lines of the serpentine, shining in the sun that streamed in through the windows that lay just beyond the beautiful brown-and-gold boa-boy. He had appeared angelic, glowing and glossy with a faint purple iridescence (which seemed to scream to Xanders that he should belong to her), as he had kindly, sincerely and sibilantly expressed soft and fond farewells to his fellow guest. But that was a whole five seconds ago! By now, she was striding up to him, crossing the distance quickly. For his part, the naga had stopped waving and had sighed wistfully, 'histfully', and had turned to face the window, slinking slowly up to it, to gaze out over the city, and to bask in the late afternoon, almost-evening sun. The golden glow made him all the more gorgeous, and Xanders pulsed with need, and greed. She was oh-so-tempted to scoop up the naga's tailtip and just claim him as a brand new shaft. She knew she could bring Dreki into existence in a single thought, while her illusory shorts and swimsuit bottoms were brushed away as if dust in a non-existent wind. She could picture herself, still seemingly clad in her bikini top and nothing else - making her the dark cocksnake flow forth from the purplish pouch upon her pelvis, to yawn his jaws wide and slide his maw around the thin tip of that naga, held tight in her grasping handpaw, and then.. then...! Mmmmm, what a surge of sensation it would be to feel the surprised snakeman squirm as he firmed and flexed as her new sex~! He might even moan and groan and rub his suddenly achingly needy snout on the glass in front of him, smearing a sudden massive up-welling of pre, onto the window, a thick cascade of it rolling down to the floor.. Xanders shook her head, casting away the enchanting erotic daydream, still marching up to the male, up and past his tailtip, past the python's piled mass. She took up a position rather near to the reptile's fore-portions, there at the window, and looked out alongside him with only a few sidelong glances at his naked, toned body. Divines above! Why were snakemen allowed to be so hot and so naked everywhere?? She supposed it made sense, he had probably only left his room for this one brief goodbye to his companion. Her quim quivered as she realized how amazing the anaconda-ish attendee's aroma actually was. Oh goddesses, her snout almost throbbed, her mind fluttering with renewed need, for breeding, for seeding. He smelled of nothing but sex. Musk radiated off of him, not to mention a flood of female pheromones that were clearly not his own, but that of.. was that a female dragon's scent? And a mare? And a hare? Had he been diving into an actual pool of pussy? Although, at a smaller size, in a sensual form..! He could have been doing just that. The delicious dude might have been a slick dick, until very recently. Licking her lips, Xanders shifted herself very slightly. The slightest of transformations, she augmented and amped up her already overactive-from-arousal hormonal glands, so that her heated body would pump out even more pheromones of her own - more than her arousal had already been generating - and ones that were tweaked, specifically for her serpentine target. In no time, a dense cocktail of the scent of every female snake Xanders had ever met, ever smelled, would first be secreted from her various pores and private places.. then the natural evaporation sped up by the heat of her body, would have the bouquet of natural-naga-perfumes swirling around her, an attractive aura for any cold-blooded and legless male within fifty meters.. and her prey was much nearer than all that! She was tempted to make her snatch scaly, if it would help to seal the deal, lickety-split. If this broad-chested naga would be licking her snake-surfaced spade sooner rather than later, so much the better. "Beautiful," she said, staring out at the view of the city and the sea, beyond. "Yesss, I admire the view each time I come to thisss con," the male hissed, not turning to look at whoever had come to stand next to him. In his periphery, he could tell it was someone pretty, not someone he knew. But, anyone at a con, everyone was a friend you hadn't met yet. "I hope I can admire it again, and again, too," cooed Xanders, with a soft lilt to her voice, a playful tone. Her furry fingers shifted on the cross-beam-railing that stretched across the wide set of windows. The railing was cold metal under the naga's scaly touch, but the girl's paws were pleasantly warm, suddenly there, atop his hand. It was a small overlap, just two fingers from her, atop his smallest digit. Pointedly, the python looked down at the paw that had 'accidentally' come to rest on his sun-warmed scales. She saw him looking, saw the slight smirk, and noted how the naga didn't withdraw. Her sheath stirred, bulging a bit more, within her mostly ghostly shorts. Mmm, the snake was willing to play. Huzzah, hooray~ "You think you'll come to this con repeatedly too, then?" he asked, finally glancing over at his new companion. He flicked his tongue, at long last, she had been waiting and waiting for him to do that. She turned to see his face, as his tongue-tines transferred the potent payload of pheromones to the organ in the roof of his mouth, where the magic would unfold, so he might become just as intoxicated by her as she was by the smell of this hotel, and of him in particular. His mind reeled, as the scents hit him, all in the matter of a split-second after his tongue lashed through the air. She saw his handsome slit pupils dilating, his lips parting, his breath catching, the slow intake of a full mouthful of air, which only deepened her influence's invasion of his inner space. Somewhere, more musk was being churned into existence, she just knew it. He would have blinked, if he had eyelids, but instead, he looked around as if searching for the other sources of such scintillating scents, or just checking to see if anyone would see him begin to drool over this kitsune. "No." The vixen's monosyllabic response stymied the snake, he struggled to remember what they had been talking about, as his vent bulged, under the nearby coil pile, his heart thudding, his body waking up and his mind getting foggy. "No?" he asked. Slowly, he recalled: "No, you'll not come to this con again, so.. how will you.. the view..?" "Mmm, I wasn't talking about that view, hun." She cocked her head to the side, at the window. "Just the view of you." They had both turned to fully face one another, and she took her chance: her paws came up and pressed her furry touch to the scaly set of pecs before her. Lightly, her fingers danced down the toned male physique, and she breathed out the word again, driving it home: "Beautiful~" she moaned, adding, "--handsome well-sculpted perfection," as she trailed her touch down, all the way to the floor, rubbing the sleek reptile until she reached the point where his form curled away over the carpet. She looked up at him from where she was, suddenly on her knees, right in front of him. She was by no means about to submit to him, but putting herself in such a worshipful position worked wonders on all sorts of men, she found. "I would love to admire ~this~ view, again and again," she said, peering up at him from below, as he leered back, flicking his tongue again and again. That sensual tongue she longed to feel all over her, it was inadvertently or purposefully slurping up the intoxicating brew pumping out of her every nook and cranny. She leaned forward to kiss a low portion of the python's belly, then sprang up, making her generous chest bounce, the illusion of her bikini top almost failing, a flash of full-frontal flesh dashing through the snakeman's unblinking perception. "I hope that's possible..?" she prompted the seemingly stunned-silent serpent, with a soft cupping of his elbow in her hand, and a slow stroke up toward his bicep. Her tails curled forward around her hips, to gingerly brush against the thick column of coil that held the legless male up, in his stance that stood a good foot taller than Xanders. ~