Entwined, by AmethyStine - A Tawdry, Twisting Tale of Lustful Linking, for LightningClaw

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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.

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SEGMENT THREE

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[Recap of Segment 1+2: ]

[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.]

[Upon finding him in the hallway of the hotel that's attached to the convention centre, she approached him and looked out the same window the naga gazed out through, near the elevators.]

[Immediately, she turned on the charm and starting pumping out potent pheromones, to entice the serpent, flirting fast, the foxy femme fawning over the fetching fellow.]

[I should also mention that her 'clothes' are merely illusions she's casting, as she walks around utterly naked.]

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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.

The rousing retinue of fluff buffing his scales brought the boy back to life, no longer totally transfixed by the vixen's teasing flirtations. Xanders was pleased to see she could turn a snakeman to stone, in a manner of speaking. A modern reverse-medusa, she idly thought, as the male's words rumbled out of him, at last. "Mmmmm, oh, hmm.. posssibly.. yesss.." the naga murmured. "It's just the last night of the con, and I'm meant to pack up my booth, and.."

His words died away as she pressed herself fully against him, her whole front, with its many curves and ample warmth, pressing against the long, sleek, somewhat-soft scaly surface. Her form was softer still, her fur so stimulating to the smooth serpent, the feeling of her feminine perfection, her voluptuous vixen contours caressing his naked form made the male's pulse quicken further, blood draining out of his brain, and into his vent, which longed to be spent, in this heaven-sent pot of blue honey. To him, she felt naked too, even though she looked more or less clothed.

With her intense, body-pressing proximity, her twisting network of tails were all the more able to curl around and caress the constrictor's upright portions - Xanders subtly grew them longer to better reach all the way around and up and down along the tall, cool drink of water that the male represented. She was so thirsty, and she wished to drink so deeply, of him. She didn't mind priming his pumps, to get at the quenching beverage within. His cool surface soothed her aching nipples slightly, but the itch for more re-ignited, quickly.

"Sleep?" she finished his sentence for him. Maybe he needed to rest, the smell of him said that he had had a very active time at the con. His mention of his booth brought back an all-important detail to her mind, but first, she finished her thought. "You can sleep with me. I'll make you very tired, very quickly, I bet. Then very awake, then very sleepy again, and again. And I warm up beds for good cold-blooded boys to enjoy. I can also help you pack up, if you treat me to some fun, first. Unless.." She trailed off and peeled herself away from him in that moment, and let him feel just how cold the hotel really was, without her body smooshed so sinful-sweet against his own. "Unless.. you don't think you can handle me..?"

She pouted - and it was a pout she had perfected from plenty of practice. It was a playful pout, a mock one, tinged with gleeful naughtiness in the eyes. It was one that invited someone to correct her, one way or the other.

"Oh, I think I very much could. But.. you really are a handful, aren't you?" smirked the snake, putting his hands on her shoulders, as if he might use this touch to turn her around and swat her on the butt, to send her on her way, dismissing her. If he tried that, she'd entrap his wrist and fingers in a luxurious world of movement arresting fluff, but the naga seemed to be considering her, looking her up and down, as his hands kept her still. In response, she grasped his wrists with a surprisingly strong grip and shifted his claws lower as she inched back, fluidly bringing his fingers to her breasts.

"Two handfuls, oh sibilant sir, if you please!" she teased, correcting him, pressing forward again, to fill his palms with breastflesh, sneakily tweaking her form again, making her bust expand somewhat, just enough for his long fingers and claws to really have something to heft - for they were already an admirable asset to her anatomy. His hands felt no trace of the hot pink bikini-top that was meant to be there, but his surprise and his added arousal merely made him believe the material was just that sheer, that light. The sensation of her hardened nipples against his scales was all the more important, to his scent-addled snakebrain.

Truly playing back, the python managed to scoff, although another tongue-flick made his mind muddy once more, his vent tightening further, his coils twitching, his whole body beginning to be affected, his private internal battle was a losing one, as more and more of his body was tickled, and turned on.. and turned on him, against his rational mind, which was itself dwindling. "You call these handfuls?" he challenged, vaguely.

Another commanding hold of his hands and his scaly palms were slapped down onto her ass. Again, as his hands were pulled off of her chest, there was a flash of perception, the serpentine suitor scantly sighting her very real pink nip-flesh before the artificial pinkness of her illusion-bikini snapped back into place. If his mind had a chance to make sense of it, it would have seemed like the breast-cupping triangles of swimsuit material had been peeled away from her chest, as if they were stuck to his scales - but then the fabric had snapped back down over her delicious domes, putting a stop to the inadvertant peep-show. And so, that's what he believed took place.

"Better?" she asked, arching her back to press her cheeks into his palms, then let him feel the flex of her rump as she drew herself near to him once more and lifted one knee, to rub the side of her leg and thigh against the thickness of his male constrictor-girth. Unrelenting in her seduction, she rubbed her paw-toes at his scales while she wound her tails around both of his arms, like a silky set of tentacles, each of them flowing furtively and fleetingly, touches designed to draw someone in, to make them hunger for more.

A glint in the guy's eyes, a grin splitting his snout, and he muttered, hissing: "Mm, passssable, I sssuppossse.." as his fingers flexed and fondled her fundament. He hadn't even realized her shorts didn't exist, that his palms and fingers were passing through the ghostly image of them, as the sight of such a thing was blocked by the flurry of fluffiness.

Feigning offence, the flirty fennec flounced entirely away from the male, leaving him cold - knowing he would be yearning for her warmth, her softness, her touch, given how worked up she could tell he was becoming. "You're a bad boy, Mister..? Wait! Don't tell me. You're a pretty python.. and you stink of sex, and you have a booth on the show floor.. selling potions, I imagine. I can smell the alchemy wafting off of you. You smell like a candy shop to me, delicious potions, with delirious, desirous effects."

As she spoke, the snake slid, slid up and around where she stood, in front of the two elevator doors. He wound around and around her position but did not touch. He watched and listening, intrigued by her knowledge, her nose that somehow knew his business, while he was continuously drawn to her plentiful 'perfume' that was like a bakery of beauties, to the male's sensitive tongue. He was like a circling shark, but she was a powerful siren in the centre of his focus.

She loved the idea of bringing out the beast in men, in teasing them until their intelligence crumbled under the weight of their lust, and they became ravenous, ravaging breasts, slaking the lust she had built up, within them, upon her oh-so-receptive body.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful boy.. you're Amethystine, aren't you?"

"Yessss~" he breathed, leaning suddenly and swiftly in to take a heavy sniff of her from her neck, his snout rubbing firmly against a sensitive spot thereupon, making her close her eyes, as if he was going to bite her, as if he was about to clamp onto her with jaws and claws as an initial anchoring, before entrapping her deep in a clutching, clenching cocoon of coils. She wished he would, as if her knowing his name was some forbidden thing and she would punish her there in public, for daring to exert any sort of power over him, for making him so horny - she could tell he was, his musk was rising up from his spiralled, slithering, rippling rings of powerful, streamlined-but-strong serpentine mass.

"Yesss," he said again, pulling back from his deep inhaling of her aroma. "Yesss, you vexing vixen.. now who the hell are you?" Ame asked, with no trace of annoyance, only intrigue.

"Mmm, let's say.. I'm your momma and I want you to move back in with your brother."

The truly baffling flirtation was said with such seductive power and confidence, that Ame didn't immediately scoff or balk at the ludicrous, nonsensical statement. Instead, he turned toward her, expecting an explanation.

As Ame twist-turned to face her, she was gesturing with a smooth sweep of her hands, down over her body, casting away the illusion, finally. Her scant coverings flaked out of reality like shifting sand on a desert wind. Although Ame appreciated the unobstructed view of her breasts in the increasingly golden glow filtering in through the window, it was clear by her gesture, he was being guided lower. 

The focal point was her cock, the knotted vulpine hardon-handful throbbing into vein-thickening prominence at her mental whim, growing longer and larger as she slipped her fingers onto her hips, presenting herself proudly, as her shaft kept growing, with the addition of alteration, adding an intriguing writhing to her rod. Ame might have shrugged at her cock, even after the impressive touch of magic clothes-removal, but his eyes were drawn to watch the dick twitching, bulging fatter, longer, suddenly squirming, darkening.. hissing!

Dreki became extant once more, under the fascinated, engrossed eye of the naga, watching the added inches warp and undulate as the growing snout flexed open in a yawn, making Xanders moan, to feel her organ coming to life, once again.

The way the naga looked, the way his expression changed, the way his tongue flicked, the way his musk seemed to fill the air around her aching, burning body, Xanders could tell he was deeply desirous of her, of the idea of being part of her, wanting to let her use him with her shifting powers, to warp his body to her whims, so they could both enjoy themselves, truly and deeply.

The fennec-sune was fairly sure, anyway. Snakemen were a bit hard to read, the hardest of the reptiles. But they made HER the hardest, too, so it was a fair trade off. She curled a finger into her sheath and stretched it out, peeling it away from her cocksnake's base, actively augmenting the size and stretchiness of her skin, there, to entice her erotic and exotic partner.

"Come home to mommy, you beautiful boy..?" she invited-asked-ordered him, softly, letting her scent waft out of her sheath - where it was the most potent and concentrated. She grinned wide, watching as his tongue flicked once more.. and he swallowed.

Amethystine was as aroused as he had been, all weekend long. Or rather, he was mentally smitten by the mysterious morphing maiden. ConFusion, like many other fuse-cons, was such a densely delightful time for him, but it had been rather repetitive, same as other years. Moreover, he really had to attend to his business, but that only made the seduction all the more alluring: wanting to escape his responsibilities, wanting to be bad, just when he was meant to be dutiful.

For so long, he hadn't been this intrigued, this tempted, this teased. His head throbbed, his heart pounded, his body tingling, his vent straining to contain his own pair of metaphorical 'snakes', upon sighting the literal one flowing, growing forth from the feminine form. There was just something about foxes, especially ones that seemed to have an affinity for serpents.

So much of him, a vast majority of him, wished to take her - either take her up on her offer of ophidian organhood, or TAKE her, right there in the hotel hallway, and see what else came into play.

He managed to remain at least superficially in control of himself, but.. inside, he let go. He made his decision. He would not leave her behind as he almost had, he would see where this went.

"Mmmm.. darling.. whoever-you-are. You had my attention-- but now, you have my interest. Normally, I'd love to have you make me a brother to your handsome little friend, here. There's just one problem."

"Oh? What's that? And if it's a matter of size, don't worry, I can make you fit.. in any of my holes, you know. Benefit of being a shifter."

The snake chuckled. "No no, but that's good to know. No, the issue is.."

From behind, there came a set of scaly hands creeping around Xanders' shoulders, down onto her breasts, while another set flowed forth around her hips, a claw-tipped grip sitting on her slender waistline. All at once, her tails felt the thick, hard body of another naga behind her. Where in the world had this other snake come from?? Her pulse raced as she was tugged back, hard, against a wall of scales, her head coming to rest on a thick reptilian chest, nestled atop plump pecs, just like the pair in front of her, on Ame's chest.

"..He already has a brother." That was a deep baritone from behind her, almost a perfect match for the voice she had been coming to know, from the one before her.

Fluidly, Amethystine's torso thickened and broadened, a second pair of arms flowing from under his first set. "Mmm, that'sss better~" Ame said, his voice suddenly just a touch deeper in the same sonorous, sensual timbre the sizable serpent had already had, matching the one that had come from the captor, behind her.

Xanders shivered, and Dreki drooled as the musk swirling around her deepened, becoming that much more of a mind-muddling miasma. Her eyes fluttered, feeling both foolish and fortunate to have fallen into such a situation.. but mostly fortunate. Her whole body was aching, burning, being steeped in the seeping scents surrounding her, a sea of musk, of scales and males with powerful tails. She had planned on pulling the python into herself, to then seek another partner, but brother snakes? Oh what luck!

Instinctively, she knew, but she looked into the reflective shine of the elevator doors behind Ame, suddenly realizing she could see the one behind her in the muddled image thereupon. Her suspicion was true: the one behind her was a perfect copy of the first.

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