Bodily Invasion [Part 2] - by Amethystine

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A puff of air came from Amethystine's nostrils as he locked his little shop's front door. It was a little sigh of contentment, of accomplishment, almost triumph.

Victory!

He had made it to closing time without the twins waking up - without his libido coming back around. One could never be sure, when you had gone through a CTF, which was which. One always led to the other, that much was certain.

It hadn't been easy. He had needed to put the events from the back store-room entirely out of his head and focused solely on work and the various things he needed to do.

Things had been hard - or rather, it had been _difficult_ to keep them from getting hard - when a handsome couple approached the desk and asked extensive questions about the python-naga's weakness: Merfolk. They were the two customers who had already been browsing the store when Anna & Condi had burst in, and were still there after the clandestine coming-together of the trio of constrictors.

The pair, a gryphon and a kangaroo were going on vacation and asked the ophidian's opinion on which mer-forms would suit them both best. Each had an idea on what they wanted to be and what they wanted their partner to be. If he had not been more or less fresh from having just played with the twins, the series of mental images of two pretty people as various siren and mermen versions of themselves might have re-ignited Ame's metaphorical flame.

On top of that, the serpent had had to field their questions about the more kinky potions they were thinking about taking with them for the trip. They wanted something fun to do, both in the water - in their aquatic forms - and something for back in the hotel room. What did he think would work best in conjunction with the fishtails they had chosen, and which brews would make too much of a mess in their room.

Throughout their discussion (which never seemed to end since the store was otherwise dead, so there was no one to make them feel like they needed to leave Ame be to tend to other patrons), he purposefully made sure to stick to the barest facts of things, rather than his usual habit of encouraging a lot of ~extravagant~ thoughts about what could be possible with various combinations of his concoctions. That sort of talk would likely cause the issue of awakening the sleeping sisters.

That said, it wasn't as though they were pure terror stored in his vent. He had great affection for them, he just worried about what mischief they might cause, even by poking out and trying to speak to him. Who knew who could have heard.

He shouldn't have worried since he ran a shop where serums to gain your own hemi-shaft-people out of your lovers was on the shelf not 10 feet away from where he was sitting on his coils. There was an odd societal sense of needing to retain a modicum of polite propriety as the proprietor of the potion shop, though.

Regardless, he had made it out, everything was okay. He was out, in the fresh early autumn evening air. It had still been warm enough to not need anything but his scales, luckily, and he wore nothing, save for a thick black strap that held a pouch upon his back. It rested roughly halfway up the upright portion of himself, holding things like his keys, phone, and wallet. He knew the time would soon be upon him for his coat and the thermal coil sleeve, though. Or, out and out transforming himself into a biped to be able to put on a full suit of winter gear.

Dratted exothermic bodyheat regulation.

Still, it was that, or turn himself into a mammal or make himself a furred snake.

And some things just _were not done_ he would say, with a wry smile on his snout.

For now, though, the constrictor carefully turned his tail over and looked at his vent, blocking any outside view of such an act by stacking his coils around himself a little bit, as well as leaning his upper body over. He made a little concealed space in the front door alcove of his shop.

All was calm.

For about a second.

Out of nowhere, both Anna & Condi's heads and their respective shoulders poked up out of his vent. He swallowed, and they both hissed at the relative coldness of the fresh air outside their host's body. They were both 'naked,' in their bare scaleless skin, and it was also damp with the internal moisture that was typical of such an enclosed, stuffy, fleshy spot. Any whiff of air gave them a chill.

He felt the sting of the autumn air upon them too, and was thankful as they swiftly sank right back into him until it was just their snout-tips poking cutely out, forked tongues fluttering rapidly, right next to one another.

Ame sighed and smiled. "You two okay in there?"

"Fine!" "We're great! It's so nice and cosssy in here." "We just feel bad for you out in the cold. Too bad you're not in here too." They both giggled at that, and the python chuckled at their tiny laughter, as well as the way they spoke together, back and forth, in such a perfect flow. It was pleasant to even feel them talking, their mouths were his cock-slits, and their every movement was a constant tease. He focused on not letting his arousal go any further than just the light teasing feelings they provided, whether they wanted to or not.

"I can't be in there! Who'd be out here?" Ame laughed, reaching down to poke their cute little noses. (Or boop their snoots, if you must think of it that way.)

"I'm sure we could find someone to host all three of usss, Ameee~" Anna sang sweetly, pressing out a little bit, taking hold of the male's big finger and demurely beginning to suck on the tip of his claw. More than the sexual connotations, she was sounding herself with his claw, and the python swallowed heavily again, suppressing his re-emerging urges brought on by the feeling of simply having the identical interlopers inside of him.

He couldn't help it, though, he was instantly tempted to become a third shaft with them, upon some other, larger being who could manage to host them, physically. Or.. while able to bodily support them, it should be someone who _couldn't_ handle them, couldn't keep them in line, someone they could run roughshod over with their combined control over the host's libido---!

Ame snapped out of it, but he saw both of the twin girl-cocks sticking out a bit more than before, their slender veiny bodies throbbing lightly. Their thoughts were mixing into his own, they were trying to corrupt him, as always. They weren't evil, just-- hedonistic. Moreso than him.

That's what he told himself, anyway. The images that had been running through his head couldn't have all leapt into his mind without any help aside from Anna's words and her light suckle on his claw, could they have?

No, no, they had done this before. When he had been merged to them in the past, their brains had brushed up against his own, metaphorically speaking. Their desires had aligned and he had become agreeable to what the twins wanted, the two being more powerful, more influential than just the one.

Now that he had recognized it, he had conquered it, squashed the idea. He straightened up and told them to stow themselves, he was - and by extension, they were as well - going home.

Setting out, Ame slithered normally, with his long lower body serpentining over the ground and his tail - the last four feet of his form, trailing along behind.

As he went, his tail tapped the ground. The twins were restless, but as he slithered, they couldn't very well come out of his vent, unless they wanted to be roughly scrapped against the sidewalk. None of them wanted that.

Then it suddenly stopped, and the constant soft shifting inside of his cloaca and the pleasurable sensation of their mouths moving as they hiss-whispered their secret ideas to one another.. were all gone.

For a long moment in the middle of Ame's commute back home, there was silence and his body felt as though it settled. His arousal died off, anyway. In the back of his head, though, he imagined his innards as nothing but movement, as the twins glided, unseen and unfelt, through his flesh, tinkering with him somehow. He imagined he would suddenly split in two down the middle, or would grow two more torsos on either side of him, becoming a trident hydra-serpent, Ame flanked by the suddenly re-emergent and once more full-size anaconda girls. They had done that before, of course, squashing him between themselves.

It had been quite extraordinary, but it was not conducive to getting home in a timely manner. He _did_ need to be home before the temperature dropped, he didn't want to fall into torpor.

Despite Ame's imagining of the twins' minor-level (and admittedly pleasant) trickery, nothing happened.

Not for a few minutes, anyway.

Then, his shoulders tickled. Just a little.

He brushed at them, rubbed them a bit and didn't feel anything. The sensation stopped.

It happened again, and he touched the tops of his shoulders again - with one hand on one side and then the other upon the other - then ignored it.

When it happened again, he gave it no mind. Then, someone tiny was hissing into his - well, into the side of his head, since he had no visible ears, but the voice was aimed _directly_ at the spot on the side of his streamlined head where a snake's scales have evolved to cover any external evidence of an ear.

It wasn't Anna or Condi, though, it was his own voice, whispering to him, saying, "It's so cold outside."

Before he could react or turn to see who or what it was, his voice came from the other side of him, right where his internal auditory organs were hidden. "I wish I was somewhere warmer."

"If only I could be in my vent, with those beautiful, fun, sexy, nice.."

"I know it's you two. You're laying it on pretty thick, aren't you?" Ame asked, not even looking to see what the twins had done, exactly.

"Hmph!" they both said, still in his voice, and in perfect unison, on either side of him.

He twisted his head a bit to look, one way and then the other, and saw.. two little mini-Amethystines that had grown out of his shoulders, to slink up alongside his neck and whisper to him.

One of them had demonic bat wings and a superfluous whip-like and spade-tipped tail.

The other had angelic wings.. although the feathers were just white scales arranged to mimic the avian plumage.

"Oh nooo, not the shoulder angel and devil!" Ame laughed, then shook his head. "But we both know that you're both devils trying to tempt me. I should be the one with the angel wings on my back."

"We could make that happen," the Angel-Ame said. The real python assumed that was Anna, she was almost always the quicker to speak, all things being equal. 'Anna as Angel' sounded more correct to him, as well.

"No no! No extraneous transforming, please."

"Alright, alright," Angel-Ame acquiesced.

One had to assume both of the girls had taken all that quiet time perfecting their Ame-disguises and learning to mimic his voice. Both of the shoulder-snakes leaned into their host's neck and yawned. The devil-Ame spoke up, "Don't worry, we're not going to try to steer you into anything any more. Now that we're not your privates, the over-riding need to seek out sex isn't there anymore."

"Uh huh," the full-size python said, not believing that for a second.

"No really! Let us prove it to you, let's talk about something else, whatever you want, oh gracious host," offered the angelic-themed miniature mirror of himself, snuggling up to the side of his head and neck. The devil-Ame did likewise, asking to hear what was on his mind.

"Well.. alright," the naga said, and began to discuss his thoughts on some new potions. As he proceeded, he was lucky he had not encountered anyone upon the sidewalk. It was a quiet part of town, no one around to gawk at the naga with the strange shoulder-mounted mini-copies of the serpent, enacting a cartoonish representation of one's virtues and vices.

As Ame talked to 'himself,' there were some divergences into what inspired the potions, and tangents into movies, and before Ame knew it, he was... not home yet.

He was.. where was he?

He wasn't lost, he knew this part of town, but why-- and how--? He had been moving on autopilot as he had talked to his two guests, that was all. Ame faulted himself for moving without thinking, meandering without meaning. He didn't even consider the possibility that two certain someones had been lightly but steadily drawing him off course, closer to their intended destination.

But now that the naga had noticed where he was - whether or not he sussed out how he had been waylaid - he would turn around and go back the way he came! Both of the twins despaired silently, to think that they would have successfully taken him this near to their goal, and fail all of a sudden.

Swinging around 180 degrees to go back along where he had been going, Ame bumped into a tall, scaly figure. There was absolutely no give on the part of the non-serpent, while the legless, flexible being bent backwards easily at the now halting advance of the other male, his belly on the ground suddenly a foot or two ahead of his rear-leaning torso. In comparison to the naga's noodly nature, the mystery man was built like a truck.

Ame's snout had smacked into a thick, tight pair of pectorals, and the twins had vanished back into the python's shoulders with a lasting tingle. The naga flexed his shoulders unconsciously as he apologized, looking up to see who or what he had hit. He saw that it was a taur of some kind, a fair bit taller than him. The texture and layout of hide's scales was definitely not a typical reptile. It was something ancient, or a dragon with a unique surface.

"Sorry, sor--"

"Ame!" rumbled the big dude, cutting off the python's hasty apology.

Looking up into his eyes, the potioneer saw a face - and head - he had never seen before. It was unmistakable, given that Ame knew he had never met anything that looked remotely like a hadrosaurid before. The large, long bone that formed a thick, sturdy ridge through the middle of the guy's snout and continued up and back into an impressive crest wasn't something that you'd quickly forget.

His eyes were almost as striking as his tauric, saurian bulk had been when it had all stumbled into the naga a moment ago.

"It's me! Zy!"

"Zyrano! I - oh! This _is_ your neck of the woods, isn't it? I was just going home from the shop and--" 

"You're pretty far out of your way, then," noted the astute dinosaur. Zyrano was a saurian shifter, and but not usually a taur. He could be any dinosaur, but favoured bipeds, if only for ease of function in a biped-biased society. More-over, Zyrano liked to have brighter, warmer hues upon himself, typically. His colouration at that moment was a dull brown with some more colourful green, and a blue on his crest.. but then it all shifted, hues fluctuating fluidly. In a few seconds, a familiar orange had been restored, the crest went yellow, and thusly, the male looked properly Zyranish.

His smile was familiar too, as was his voice. Ame smiled back, and his loins stirred. He had forgotten about the twins for the moment.

"Uh, yeah, I just started wandering, or wasn't thinking too hard about getting home, I guess. I usually just go without thinking about the trip, and I get home, but.. I guess the way to your place popped into my head instead, today," the naga said, chatting casually. His arms crossed against the slowly increasing cold, and he leaned to one side to look down along one flank of his friend-with-a-thousand-forms.

It was undeniable: The dino-taur body was taut in all the right places, not just clearly strong, but made to look good, and eye-catchingly fit.

"Oh, this!" Zy said, not needing any more prompting than the python's perusal of his person to bring it up. "It was for a job. A photo-shoot. Something about ancient grains.. doing a body good. I made sure to be extra, you know.. cut. Like steel cut oats, I'm sure," he said, shrugging, halfheartedly laughing at his own joke as Ame ogled him.

"You look amazing," Ame said, without really thinking about it, his eyes almost glazed over. He would normally compliment the shifter on his new body-creations, sure, but not with so much awed reverence in his voice.

Zyrano simply took it to be an especially genuine remark and grinned, twisting to look over his lower half too, there on the sidewalk. "Why thank you. I'm much getting better with quadruped stuff. Before, I just kinda faked it all, but I had a chance to - hmm - 'study' a real tauric specimen. Although, with this species, it was an interesting point in their eventual evolution. These forelegs were tricky. It's one of those things where the species was going from quadruped to biped - or the other way, maybe? - and they can kinda do both walking on them, and pawing and grasping at trees, for more delicious leaves, heh."

As he spoke, the taur reared up a little and waved his fore-legs around, then placed them on Ame's shoulders, stepping his back legs up to show how little weight he would really need to place on the python.

"Mmm, very cool," Ame murmured, watching closely, watching the impressive body move, seeing its muscles ripple.

The naga's vent bulged, not that Zyrano noticed.

"So, do you want to come in?" the temporary dino asked, while slipping back down onto all four legs.

"In..! In you--"

"...Into my place? Ame, are you okay?" the red saurian squinted at the snake, then his eyes went wide. "Oh it's cold out! Is it torpor? I hadn't even noticed, I'm all warm-blooded like this. Come, come inside!" He ushered the snake down the street, the way the taur had been headed, and the way the naga had been too, before he turned around.

Zyrano had been cold-blooded before, but he never had to deal with the actual threat of becoming almost comatose from lack of bodyheat. The morphic male merely modified himself to be more endothermic when things were cold.

But it wasn't torpor, no. It wasn't quite that cold yet, and Ame hadn't been out in the slight chill THAT long.

No, it was his mind getting a bit hazy as it was bombarded by a bevy of subliminal urges. It was almost as if the twins had acted out their overt and easily countered attempts to influence their host so plainly so that he would never suspect the more stealthy ways they had of really doing things behind the scenes.

Zyrano had taken Ame to his living room and left him there, then went back to his front door to close it after the dazed serpent left it open while slithering dreamily through it.

The serpent was on cloud nine, this studly saurian was being so nice to him, leading him by the hand. Ame slithered slowly after the taur while Zy shut the door.

Turning around in his entrance-way, the shapeshifter found the naga swaying there on his coils, eyes locked on the well toned, photo-shoot-ready dino-body, which had just been practically showing itself of as it carefully stepped around in a circle.

"Let'sss go~ insssidddee~" Ame drawled, delirious.

"God, Ame, what's wrong with you? We _are_ inside now. I'll turn up the heat," Zyrano said, even more concerned.

"You're hot!" Ame giggled, stopping his companion from moving with the quickness and odd nature of the response. "Hot hot, warm body, so niiiicee.." he said slithering nearer to the stunned shapeshifter. He reached his hands out and rubbed over Zyrano's well defined front, caressing the smooth, sculpted perfection before pressing his face to it. "Wanna go in hotnesss.."

With that, he pressed _into_ Zyrano, who gasped, his legs trembling at the surge of unexpected pleasure that came with his friend's hands, forearms, snout and neck sinking into him, all at once. He moaned and took a step forward, absorbing the whole of Ame's shoulders and half of his torso, beyond.

He couldn't help it, he loved merging but couldn't do it on his own, so such a fusion happening to him out of the blue was an exceedingly rare delight. There had been that one pair of anaconda, though.. that one time.

To have Ame flowing into him, now, was a dream come true: he found snakes sublimely alluring, and the python was no exception.

Ame continued to lazily slop his way into his friend, the naga enjoying himself immensely. Even if he came to his senses, he'd never want to stop. The large legless body writhed back and forth as it pressed inward - serpentining inward in long luscious waves, which shifted the point of connection and invasion side to side. For Zyrano, the flood of bliss squirmed around upon his muscle-lined foreflanks, making him gasp and groan, slowly kneeling down on his forelegs, to be nearer to the inward-sinking surges.

The merger was such that the naga's form dispersed outward into the larger being, his mass becoming diffuse, like powder into water, he floated into nothingness on the other side of Zyrano's chest. Inside was like being in a starfield.

There were nodes of light that - the twins' knowledge trickled into him - were representations of nerves and muscles, and other such things. It was the warmest void, the sweetest oblivion, to be one with this little universe that was his friend. He floated in it, feeling both intact and entirely bodyless at the same time.

Save for what lay outside, that was still corporeal, still solid. He made every effort to push the rest of it in, though. There was enough of him left to keep slithering against the ground, but he became aware of a way - for when his tailtip was all that was left - to make it so his connection upon Zyrano's body would suck the leftover body inward.

The shifter thought about how Ame should have no ability to do such things. Maybe his odd behaviour had-- he groaned and stopped thinking for a minute as he stood once more and stepped a few more times into the incoming train of snake-body, hurrying along the blissful path of integration, making the slowed stream of pleasure into a renewed surge, and moaning thereby.

He thought, maybe Ame had been playing around with new potions, and this was both the intention but also, his mind had gone a bit, as a side-effect? Zy told his brain to shut up and dashed forward to have his form practically gobble up the last 10 feet of python, all at once, and he felt like he might erupt just from the exquisite, erotic excess and ecstasy of the elongated entity's entrance into his enveloping embrace.

As he had ran forward and snatched up the last of the serpent, Zy's thick, lengthy cock had dropped out of the vent that lay between his hind legs, throbbing and leaking, bobbing with his thundering pulse. He WOULD have come if this merging had been centred on his vent, if that had been the conduit for Ame to enter him, his cock being part of the flesh that was forced to accept and absorb the invasion of so much mass and volume and energy.

The shapeshifter had to double-check, mentally: No, it wasn't his birthday, this wasn't some amazing present the python was springing on him. His tail undulated through the air happily, and he lazily decided to use it to stroke his own rock hard maleness, given how his tauric configuration made it so difficult to easily reach his erection.

But.. his tail was just still swaying around, not listening to him.. and his cock was SO hard, but it was.. moving? He couldn't see it, but he could feel his shaft squirming, feel the cool open air under his body hitting the erection as if it was flexing and swaying. He thought he felt it brush against his rear inner thigh as he bent his torso down to look through his forelegs and watch what the heck was happening.

He knew what it was, though. He knew Amethystine engaged in CTF all the time, which made the snake all the more of an arousing temptation, whenever the dino saw him. The snake must have been turning himself into Zy's shaft, something the dino-shifter had fantasized about, so many times!

Smiling and watching his own lively, twisting and wriggling cock, Zyrano's anticipation kept his arousal from dipping even one bit. The feeling of something - of someone - forcing itself into his flesh, re-making itself with him as the canvas, there was no greater turn on. He rubbed his hands down his forelegs, just watching the muscles form, seeing his shaft gain the ability to coil and undulate, becoming serpentine. He was getting a snakecock, and the snake had come to him, wanting to be part of him..! The serpent was doing it himself, giving himself to the dinosaur. What a gesture, and so very fucking hot.

"Ohhh godddd, that'sss good," Ame's voice said, from somewhere Zy hadn't expected, and at a volume he hadn't predicted. His tauric torso shot up and twisted around, finding his swaying tail had become a writhing, handsome snake, his mottled red hide transitioning into the familiar reddish brown with gold patches he had admired so much.. and now loved to see there, upon his own body. Ame looked to be hugging himself while stretching, twisting himself back and forth. His arms peeled slowly away from his body, out from the self-embracing pose, and Zy realized the hug had been simply how those arms had manifested; they had grown from out of the mass of his tail, in that folded position, until the python peeled them free.

Zy shivered with pleasure at the metamorphosis enacted on his form. He was so tickled, to not be the one doing all the shifting, for once.

Smiling through his confusion, Zyrano cleared his throat, getting the nagatail to look over at him, "Uh, Ame.. if you're up here -- welcome back, by the way - if you're up here, who's down there?" He pointed down at his own hindquarters, and Ame, much clearer of mind, ducked down to lean on the back of the dino's mighty haunch.

"It'sss- uh- me..?"

Bending back down again, Zyrano was treated to a view of an upside down, smiling tail-head, who flicked its large tongue at the seemingly-right-side-up, transformed cock. It was indeed Amethystine, again, as the saurian cock: long, thick, throbbing, drooling pre, and rubbing itself like there was no tomorrow. Zy and Ame both mmmed softly to themselves, enjoying the show, and both feeling the sensations of the sexy serpenitalia.

Tail-Ame rotated himself and grinned past his own doppelganger in dick form, since they were all upside down together, then. Without even needing to confer, they both locked eyes and nodded at each other: they both realized that Zyrano's vent was now also (Tail)Amethystine's vent. It stood to reason, as Ame's slit was always at the end of his body, before a short distance of tail that tapered to a final point.

Now, the 'end of his body' was now embedded in Zy's backside. You could reason that the rest of the dinosaur was the new Ame's 'tail,' and the crest atop his head the new tailtip, but there were more pressing things to see to.

Zyrano made a face, still half smiling, but still confused. "What in the heck did you--" he stopped and sucked in a breath as he was hit with a new wave of rapturous pleasure. Ame hissed at the same time, feeling exactly the same. Their shared Amecock was thickening rapidly, swelling, but not growing.

The thick dino-cock-snake pulsed and shuddered, Zy's blood surging through it as it morphed and stretched to both sides at once. It wasn't expanding or stiffening, it was widening, and the pleasured, chaotic dance it went through as it dangled heavily from the tauric crotch, slowly began to feature more than just one set of squirming, undulating muscles. Slowly, a second column was seen to be within the bliss-radiating shaft. The transformation intensified the farther this dual-pole shape progressed down from the vent, along the gradually tapering thickness.. the base getting fatter and fatter as the little naga hissed and moaned, spluttering with what felt to him like gallons of pre.

A little puddle formed under him, only inches below his heavy hanging girth, he hugged at himself while his two very different hosts moaned along with him. His torso widened, and both full sized males reached out to feel, to squeeze their shared cock, but both stopped as their hands bumped into each other.

The cock's neck thickened, and a deluge of pre poured out of him in a rushing expulsion, before his output steadied to double what it had been before. Searing pleasure that neared pain came then as the cocktip - the little python's head - became twice as wide, almost two snout structures within one skin. That was how he looked all the way along himself. Two shafts in one column of flesh: two long, sinuous sex organs writhed together in exquisite rapture before they suddenly peeled apart, the break beginning at the base and slithering along them until the conjoined torsos tugged away from one another, compressed boneless arms being freed and filling in with mass and fluid, becoming usable in moments.

Twin Amecocks dangled there, suddenly still, no longer so squirmy as they fought to exist separately.

But not too separately. The twins sought each other soon enough and kissed each other, hugging, wrapping up in each other's coils.

Amethystine-Tail flicked his forked tines at the two, smiling. "Welcome back you two," he said, softly, resisting the urge to take them into his mouth and coddle them with his tongue.

"Oh! It's Anna and Condi, isn't it?" Zyrano asked, panting, almost overwhelmed by the creation of his hemis. Or rather, the subdividing of HIS dinocock and the recreation of Ame's hemis. He had known them before, and something about sharing a body with them, it massaged his mind, his memory, planting the seed of the knowledge into his head.

"Mmmhmm."

That body arrangement, the taur and his tail, they would have been sharing shafts, even without the twins present. The introduction of Ame's influence would have likely split Zy's shaft into two, all the same. But _with_ the twins added in, making the manhoods move and moan, twist and flex.. it was absolute heaven.

"Why do they look like you?"

"Well, they were copying me for this joke, and--"

"We want to ssee what it'ss like to be ssleeker as shaftss--" Anna announced, with her own voice, though it came from an Ame-shaped snout.

"--frotting uss will be much sslicker thiss way," Condi added. "Don't worry, though."

Anna grabbed at Condi's chest and groped it, making both the hosts gasp and groan, "We kept the breasst ssenssitivity."

"What're you guys waiting for?" Zyrano asked, "Get to it! I can't reach anything. The only thing I DID have that could reach was my tail, and--" he was quieted by his tail-naga doing as he wanted.

Amethystine slunk fully onto the ground under the dino's rear and grabbed both of the living, writhing snakecocks, and they automatically wound down around his arms, trapping them. He had underestimated how long and large the intelligent malenesses were, being the dino's tools. Zy moaned, but Ame swallowed, a bit too alarmed at being trapped to immediately enjoy the rush of pleasure he had also received. He could tell the twins were planning something.

"We don't need you to do _everything_, Ame.." said Condi, grinning and kissing a small part of the snake's snout. She demurely glided herself against Ame's tongue as it slipped out to caress her python-lookalike body.

"Oh yeah?" the real Ame asked, his captured hands idly massaging the twincocks' bases, and the vent both he and Zy laid claim to.

"Yes, but now that you're here," Anna began, "We'll put you to use!" With that, she shoved herself through Ame's lips, using the convenient, ever-present opening within the scaly snout to do so. The snake's tongue-slot had the slick shaft threading itself through, running into Ame's tongue, which snaked around her body and squeezed, drenching her in saliva and suffusing her in sinful delight, along with the other three individuals. Ame and Zy felt it, because she was one of their cocks, and her sister felt it through the echoing of pleasure the hemis shared, back and forth.

Into Ame's mouth streamed Condi, as well, hissing her desire for his tongue too, and being summarily wrapped in the slick, sleek black muscle. The already slippery twin-nagacocks became layered in the maw's supply of spit, and they glided together with divine frictionless ease. They danced with Ame's tongue, winding up with it, twisting into a double helix of throbbing flesh, their maws pouring with pre, that Ame lathered back up onto them with his agile forks.

The hosts twisted and shook in place until Zyrano moved them all to his bedroom, the captive tailsnake with his bound arms and his heated mouth was dragged along into a more cozy area, panting around his and his friend's combined cocks, his breath washing over them, keeping them as warm as could be, almost as warm as they would have been inside the body of another.

The integrated anatomy of dino and serpent felt twice as sensitive - twice the nerves were stuffed into the twins, in addition to the sublime nature of having a living rod in the first place, or sharing ownership of a cock (or two) with your hot male friend.

Both girths ground hard into each other with the help of the mouth and the tongue. Being sucked on, hard, they moved as one, and in so moving, were rubbing tight together, their mutually spiral-bound selves frotting as they slammed themselves against the pillowy muscles of the snake maw, throwing each other around, wrestling, just to feel the impact of their skin slapping together, their cocktip-sensitive chests smashing into each other and rubbing firmly, squeezing into one another.

They kissed, furiously, hungrily, sucking down each other's tongues, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of pre from the other, only to need to drool it back out of themselves seconds later, snouts plastered with the thick, sexual, lubricating slime. They sucked on each other's snouts fully, each cock fully able to swallow the other with their stretchable serpentine-sex-organ skin.

Suddenly, as the twisted, mutated, merged quartet were nearing climax, the twins withdrew from Ame's maw and their lower loops released his arms. Both hosts panted and groaned in sudden realization that they were being forced to stave off climax. They laughed after the frustration passed. "What's the big idea?" Zy asked.

"You know what, we miss our boobs," Anna stated between heaving breaths and swallows of the ever-up-welling supply of pre that trickled from her lips. She grinned at Condi, who panted as well, but grinned back, glancing down at Ame.

"I misss them too," Ame chimed in, thinking he was being encouraging, "They were the most wonderful thing to tongue over.. or through," he said, flicking his tongue up at the dangling dick-twins, still flat on his back below them. His chest was getting coated in pre as the viscous stuff dripped from both male-looking members.

"Good!" snapped Condi, "..becausse.." she stopped speaking and grinned down at Ame.

Ame looked back at her, uncomprehending. Then he felt his chest tingling, warming up. He gasped at the realization of the metamorphosis his cocks were forcing onto him, and at the spike of pleasure he received as both shafts poked down at the growing mounds. His hands were soon upon them, moaning as they swelled to impressive D cups, lined with scutes.

"Godsss, girlsss.. why.."

"Uh uh uh! It's not over. There ARE two of uss, you know," Anna interjected, smarmily.

The tail arched his back as a second pair of tits ballooned out from his chest below the first set, all the quicker, the sensations of it all hitting him even faster, the second set rubbing against the first, his hands unable to choose which to touch or what to do.

"We want a titjob befitting uss," Condi said. "So what could be more fitting than our own babies? Here Ame, let me help." She waved a hand, and Ame found himself with two more arms. Unabashedly, he put them to use fondling his new boobs. Zyrano laughed, feeling what his tail felt, even if it wasn't quite as direct as being the suddenly quad-boobed, four-armed python.

"Assume the position," commanded Condi, and Ame dutifully arched himself so that his doubly massive chest was pressed up to Zyrano's vent. Gleefully, the shafts stuffed themselves into the deep, luxurious cleavage, making all present groan and twist in place, Ame especially. The tail-snake, with Zyrano's strong body supporting him, needed no other help in hanging upside down between the dinosaur's hind legs, his neck arched to line up his snout with his own chest.

"Wait! Wait, this is too good to miss, I want to see this.." the saurian taur said, snapping out of a pleased daze he had been in, just observing everything.

Everyone flipped over as Zyrano flopped them into a huge bed, his back against the mattress, his torso propped up by pillows and his headboard. The taur's legs were in the air, and the blood stopped rushing to Ame's head. The blood continued to rush to the twins' heads, of course, as they remained snuggled in the python's cleavage.

Without warning, Ame began titfucking and sucking on the twins, desperate to get off, after everything. 

The rush of bliss from the quick, multi-faceted melange of flesh and pre and spit and tongue and cocks and snakes and writhing taurbody was mind-stopping, all of them just entered a rhythm instantly, all of them knowing they were all about to blow, together, melded together, linked inexorably, all a part of this massive, masturbatory, hedonistic hodge-podge of everything they wanted, all at once.

Anna clamped onto Condi's head and sucked on her, even as both of their cock-torsos were sucked on by Ame, their whole lengths massaged up and down, over and over by the sweetest, sleekest, softest, scute-lined breasts. The pillowy mounds stayed wrapped tight around their pulsing penile flesh, thanks to the four hands clutching and massaging the four breasts.

Zyrano watched it all happening in his lap, and his hands idly rubbed at his own neck and chest, until he shrugged to himself and created his own set of boobs to grope and poke his nose between, adding the the melange with a pair befitting his large, toned, saurian self. Zy could be any dinosaur, including a damsel.

From the top of his chest, a tingle began, building in power and speed, it flushed down through the pumping, thrusting, sucking amalgam between the quadruped's legs, and lanced along his tail, while also shooting into the twin cocks. All of them tensed, as the tingle grew into a oncoming, rushing wall of sensation they all shared, simultaneously. A glorious tidal wave tossed all of their mental landscapes into disarray as the gathered, groaning, melded throng experienced a unified climax.

It was more than the sum of its parts. More than a python's peak, more than a saurian's sexual succour, more than one or two cocksnakes' crescendo, more than two fused friends sharing a crotch, more than all of that combined, it mentally flattened each and every one of them, a full-body bliss - chain lightning sparking through all of them at once, making them stiffen and arch, twist and hiss, writhe and buck.

Ame's mammaries and mouth were inundated with cum, his supply and Zyrano's - and maybe even a latent reservoir that belonged to the twins - was dumped into his maw via the twin pipes. He did his best, but could not help but to make a mess of himself, his four breasts and hands, and the dual shaft-snakes themselves, not to mention Zyrano's vent and everything around it.

Zyrano clutched his brand new assets so hard they began to leak milk, and he panted, watching his sheets get ruined, a dumb smile plastered on his face.

Ame slowly peeled the twins out of his double bosom, and flopped backward over the end of the bed, swaying slightly, a tail wagging itself.

"I have the best friends," he gurgled, through cum-stained lips.

-

With a sudden onset of a cold front, Ame decided to stay over at Zyrano's house a bit longer than was strictly necessary.

He could have had Ned, at any time, bring over the potions and winter wear he needed to leave, but the four companions always seemed to find something else to do, rather than parting ways.

Go figure!