A Birthday Choice-The Lengths Of Lust
Oh boy, how to write an intro for *this*...
Anyway, the stupendous story you are about to read was a birthday present from my good snakebuddy :iconAmethystine:, one that took us nearly three full months to write out and edit. It contains many strange and wondrous TF's and fetishes, including but not limited to transformation, merging, shrinking, dom/sub, cum inflation, (soft) CTF and CV (of food, not people) as well as a word count exceeding the 30k mark. If you are not into this stuff, pleeeease close the page.... now! Otherwise, if you *are* into this sort of stuff, be prepared for a rather epic experience!
Story Summary: Amethystine has prepared a tremendous troika of presents for Delta's birthday! Which one will he pick, and what will it do..?
The Heights of Hedonism, The Depths of Desire, The Lengths of Lust - A Birthday Choice (For Delta)
-A Trio of Alternate (& Risque`) Realities Transcribed by Amethystine
Delta's birthday had taken an unexpected turn, literally and figuratively.
Scaly, clawed hands covered Delta's face, blocking his eyes and forcing them shut, lest the round, sensitive orange-brown orbs be touched. As the lizard was lead through what he thought was a field, thanks to the breezy open feeling of the air and the lack of the typical forest noises, he considered his coily constrictor companion. The lamia that lead him, with his lidless eyes, probably assumed that he had to do a better job concealing the outside world than was strictly necessary, being so used to his unblinking gaze.
So, ever since the python had pounced the emerald scaled monitor from behind and placed his palms over the lizard's eyes, it had been more a matter of being unable to even lift his lids with the weight of the snake's hands against them. It had only been a few minutes, but Delta was feeling disoriented, needing to rely more and more on the slender reptilian torso next to him, which extended all the way to the ground, flexing rhythmically as the legless naga slid forward through the tall grass of the unseen field.
The tree monitor knew there was tall grass because he could feel it tickling the underside of his thick tailbase, prickly against the pebbly scales that blanketed his body, which were a bit brighter on his belly. Once again, he mentally repeated what his captor had said immediately after ambushing him.
"Happy Birthday, buddy! I've got a sssurprissse for you..!" was what Amethystine had said, beginning to steer the slightly stout scaly away from his house. Delta had arrived at Ame's abode as per the python's request, but hadn't been greeted as quickly as he was accustomed to, left waiting for a minute on the snake's stoop.. a minute wherein the mischievous snakeman most likely had snuck around back to get the jump on his guest.
The shorter grass of the lamia's lawn had given way to a well worn path, packed dirt under the monitor's taloned toes as the smell of trees passed by on either side. They had then entered the field, Amethystine making assurances that it wouldn't be much farther.
In his blind state, Delta felt as if the flat plane of grassy land could and would go on forever just before his brown scaled host halted their ambling advance. With his eyes still held firmly shut, the monitor once again slipped out his long, forked tongue to discern more about his surroundings.. and the telltale scent of anything particularly birthday-related once again eluded him. He couldn't smell any cake, but there was a faint hint of a variety of vittles. Not strong enough to suggest a birthday buffet would be awaiting him once he opened his eyes, though. It could have just been trace amounts of smell from the constrictor's kitchen, if the snake had been waiting there before greeting his guest. The only other scents that stood out were a hint of salt in the air and the ever-present of Amethystine himself. Maybe they were headed for a beach, for some fun in the sand and sun?
The idea of any aquatic activities with Ame were wiped from the monitor's mind when a sibilant voice announced: "Thisss isss it, we're here!" and the scaly fingers flew from his face, freeing his eyes to open.
Blinking a few times as his black, circular pupils adjusted to the midday light once more, the lizard was presented with an incredible vista stretching out in front of him and as far to each side that he could conceivably see. The view was, primarily, of the last of the rolling, verdant plane, stalks of untouched grass rolling in the soft winds that rolled in off the waves in the distance. The somewhat far-off ocean was what filled the remainder of the tremendous tableau, white-crowned waves, cresting and breaking just before being blocked by the beach's bluff. Lastly, there was a solitary tree to the left of the lizard's gaze, about half-way between the birthday boy and the sea. It completed the picturesque sight in a way that was indescribably perfect.
Realizing that the view would have been spoiled if he had seen it as he approached through the field, Delta was reminded of the reason he was there to see it at all. Turning back to his right to address Amethystine about the amazing area, he found that the snake had slipped farther away than he had first thought. Whereas he guessed that his guide had only slid back behind him to avoid ruining the perfect panorama, the python had, in fact, repositioned himself in an obviously pre-prepared plot of land.
The clues that made the spot stand out as having been set up beforehand were as noticeable as they were numerous: The grass was trimmed to a traditional lawn-level. Peculiarly, there was a pristine, polished wooden coffee table placed precisely in the middle of the mowed, circular spot. Upon said long, narrow table were three identical boxes, each covered in plain, primary coloured wrapping paper, one red, one blue and one green. Lastly, and most telling of all, Amethystine, smiling mischievously, had piled his lengthy self into what appeared to be a practised pose behind the wide, short table, sitting in the centre of his coils.
Delta observed all of the aforementioned facts as he strode down the small rise in the ground where he had the superb view of the vista and upon which Ame had left him. There was a smirk on his long, evenly tapered snout, "I thought you said you didn't have time to prepare for my birthday?" he asked as he stepped up to the table, pondering how the python had only learned of his then upcoming day, two nights ago. His long tail twitched with his amusement at Ame's actions; the initially thick appendage tapered out to a long, thin, whip-like state, and occasionally betrayed his bemusement with its vigorous wiggles.
Gesturing for his guest to take a seat on the opposite side of the out-of-place piece of furniture, the python playfully responded with a slightly altered line from his favourite song, "Uh oh.. I've been telling liesss," he half-sang, grinning as he watched Delta sat down cross-legged in front of him.
With a bit of a chuckle and another amused tail twitch, the monitor settled onto his scaly rump and peered back and forth along the table. Its slightly dark brown colour was streaked with darker lines, a classic wood-grain aesthetic that was framed well by the constrictor's coils just beyond its opposite side, at least from Delta's point of view. Of course, the three geometrically arranged gift boxes were what caught his eye most of all. Roughly a square foot in size and half as deep, one might think they could contain just about anything that was of a moderate size. Books, DVDs, any number of electronic devices, money, food.. perhaps they contained the meal that the python had hinted at in his invitation?
Putting an end to his wild (and excited) speculation, Delta asked something he felt was obvious: "So.. these are for me?"
Seemingly content to let Delta work himself up as much as possible, the serpent sat calmly on his coils and soaked up the sun, cooled by the occasional oceanic breeze.. something both cold-blooded beings were subconsciously thankful for on the warm June day. After a moment, Amethystine answered, "Yesss, all three are giftsss for you.. but!" he held up his hand in a quick motion, in direct contrast to his slower speech. This stopped the other scalie's sudden swift grab for a gift in its tracks and allowed the python to finish, "You may only pick one."
Faced with such a caveat, the eager lizard looked over his options once again. The red box sat directly before him in the middle of the table, while the blue was to his left, on the end of the table that was nearer the ocean. The green one was to his right, naturally, backed by the vast green field from which they had come. He wondered if the colours were a sort of clue to their contents, but the various inferences one could draw from the abstract choice of colour would be impossible to figure out, lacking any other sort of clue. He looked up at Amethystine after looking back and forth among the three options, a hint of helplessness on his narrowly pointed muzzle.
"Don't worry, my friend.. they're all somewhat similar. Yet unique," explained the serpent, a small smile on his wider, blunt, wedge-shaped snout. Seeing his friend's flummoxed face at that faint clue, he elaborated, "Three versions of the same thing. Don't worry, you won't miss out on anything substantially different from one to the next."
Looking over them again, the lizard shrugged his shoulders slightly and decided to make a decision based on a random emotional whim, since there was no other good way to decide. In the back of his mind, he assumed he'd be able to convince his companion to at least tell him what they all were, for the sake of his sanity.
With that, he finally pointed a single clawed finger at the present he preferred.. his eyes locked on the shiny paper, not noticing the naga's nocuous smirk or the gleam in his unblinking eyes. "I want this one!"
"I want this one!" the green monitor said, leaning over the table, balancing his body with the entire excited length of his thick tail. Slowly, he picked up the package he had pointed towards: the green one. Hoisting it aloft along the corners with four claws, he smiled towards his pythonic pal, as if asking permission to open it.
"Ssso be it," said the serpent, sliding the other two boxes out of sight, one with his hands, the other with his tail. He tucked them under the table before slipping back over to the middle, peering patiently at Delta. "Go ahead and open it," he told his friend, flicking his thin, forked tongue.
Delta smiled as he set the mysterious package down, nearly giddy with anticipation. It was hard to tell what exactly was inside the strange green gift; it was even harder to tell exactly how much it weighed. After suppressing the temptation to give it a good shake, the lizard set it down upon the table and swiftly rent the finely wrapped paper with a series of surgical claw-slashes. Then, he gingerly removed the liberated top of the present, excitedly leaning over the table to peer inside.
The lizard finds the box to be mostly empty, a slight trick to make the presents all identical, perhaps? With the other gifts gone, there was little reason to worry about such a detail. In the centre of the box was a thick glass vial, held securely in place by a pair of tight plastic clamps. The fluid within was mostly 'monitor' green, and matched the lizard's own colouration. There was even a hint of deeper shades swirling about in the solution, which went with the faint bands of darker scales across his back. The liquid was contained with a snug rubber stopper. While Delta was still contemplating the container, the constrictor plucked it from its holders.
"Hey! That's mine.. isn't it?" protested Delta as he looked at the tube in the naga's hand. Amethystine's knowledge of alchemy and chemistry meant that the brew could well be or do anything; the possibilities made his scales tingle. A quick taste of the air around the vial revealed nothing but scientific sterility.
"Yesss and no.. it isss very much your gift, but the fact of the matter isss that I mussst drink it," explained the serpent. As he lifted the liquid to his lips, the lamia smiled, saying, "All part of the plan, trussst me," before he drank the dark fluid like a shot, slamming it back through his snout. He made a bit of a face that suggested the serum was foul, and the lizard could almost tell that if the lamia had eyelids, he'd have been clenching them shut as he shook his snout. The reaction was not unlike someone downing an ounce of pure, high grade liquor.
Delta watched his friend down the devil's brew with a look of fascination tinged with anticipation and horror; he hoped whatever it was Ame had downed wasn't as deadly as it looked. The monitor lizard curled his long tail around one of the legs of the of the out-of-place table and watched, wondering what was about to happen..
Taking a deep breath, the snake steadied himself on the edge of the table, slowly looking up towards his green guest once more. "Thisss should turn me into sssomething jussst for you.." he wheezed, winding his tail, unseen under the table, around the lizard's long, thinner one. "My gift to you, my friend.. isss myssself.. I am your presssent package."
The monitor lizard's cheeks blushed a pink-tinted green as his gift was presented; it was certainly larger than the package he had originally opened. Myriad desires danced through his dirty mind, but the one in the forefront was the chance his comrade might become his cock. The merging maleness metamorphosis was one that both reptiles rather revered, although on the part of the monitor, his investments involving the intense integration of individuals had been imaginary, only ogling ophidian organs from far-off. He had hoped his host would want to share such sweet treat with him, eventually. Delta didn't think it would have happened so soon!
The thought that such a strange act of sexual assimilation which wasn't even known to him mere months ago never quite crossed his mind, such was the extent of the constrictor's corruption of his companion. It was one of many such taboo topics that the more experienced scalie had shared with his monitor friend; ribald whispers and leading innuendo that had slowly taken root in Delta's fertile imagination, growing into flowering passions and urges all his own (well, he was pretty sure they were his). From a simple curiosity about reptiles and transformation, they had branched out into such sinfully sensual topics as melting, merging, changing one's very substance into that of a plant or 'pene, laying eggs or even being stuffed so full of seed one could hardly walk. When all was said and done, the once-innocent lizard had grown a veritable garden of diverse desires. They weren't particularly dark, devious or devilish, simply the sort of stuff that wouldn't survive the scurrilous scrutiny of 'civilized' society. All attributable to Amethystine, who was apparently in the midst of one such arousing alteration.
Amethystine grinned, occasionally gasping and moaning during his metamorphosis. Delta was well aware of the sensations that caused the 'morphing moans', as some of his TF-fan friends had been inclined to name the utterance caused by the sensations of giddiness, gurgling, grinding, pulling, pressing, pushing, pounding, pulsing and _tingling_ that always appeared alongside any all-encompassing anatomy alteration. He was slightly envious of the lengthy reptile, but was much more excited to finally experience the pleasures of his very own, friend-formed, fully sentient snakeshaft.
"Aww... you shouldn't have!" Delta gushed, blushing as he felt the shifting serpent's tailtip tickle his own.
"Mmmm.. I.. I would have let you," the python paused to pant, pushing himself onto the table slightly, "--let you do thisss.." Just his torso rested on the smooth surface as the remainder of his loops roiled and twisted in pleasurable change on the other side of the table from Delta. "Becaussse I know you thought you might like to try being on the other ssside.. but you jussst don't have the right shape!"
"Lizards are.. good for some things. We give excellent massages at least," Delta half-mumbled, too enthralled by his friend's transformation to think straight. His muzzle was stretched out into a broad smile, and his eyes were lidded with giddy pleasure. "Not quite as.. flexible as snakes, no.." he murmured, thinking about the sheer sexiness of a phallus with flexibility, a cock that could talk! And soon it would be his to experience. He thought about what Ame had said about letting the lizard try that particular penile position, imagining the blinding bliss that must come with being a literal 'boy toy'.. wishing, in the back of his mind that he could try it. Not at some point later, but right then, to have it happening to him instead of his host.
Suddenly, Amethystine gasped aloud, the steady sound of his sibilance and his scales sliding against one another stopped dead as there was a hard flopping thump from the table. The lamia lay flat on his back, groaning lightly.. but not the groan of a finished reformation, which Delta knew very well. It was a simple pained groan, thought the lizard.. a conclusion that was confirmed as the constrictor slowly reached for and rubbed his back, where he had fallen.
Both of the reptiles were rather shocked by what happened next, Ame from feeling his hand sink under a previously non-existent flap of scaly skin, and Delta, from seeing it. Quickly pushing both of his hands into the odd new waist-line, the serpent slunk OUT of his coils as if they were a massively over-sized ophidian sleeping bag. Underneath the 'python pants', as one might think of them, were two long, lithe lizard-like legs, that suited the snake to a tee.. aside from clear contradiction of a _lamia_ having _legs_. The speechless anti-serpent slid himself free, scooting along the table, further revealing his new, slender bipedal body, complete with lengthy, serpentine tail. It was as if the universe had decided to strip away what the snake had so recently been all but lording over the lizard.
"Triscuits and biscuits! What in the name of Jesus Jenova Christ!?!" the surprised lizard exclaimed as he stumbled backward from the table. "Is-- was-- was that.. right?"
"No!! Thisss isssn't what wasss sssupposssed to happen!" shouted Ame as he whipped his somewhat slick and slimy new limbs off of the table, flipping past Delta and taking a few awkward steps into the side of the circle of trimmed grass, away from the table and his vacated loops. The mutated mansnake gaped at himself. There had been no blood or gore or pain, just a residue of goo that coated the scales of his lower body, which smelled strongly of the serpent.. like a kind of concentrated constrictor essence.
The erstwhile naga now looked remarkably lizard-like, although only superficially. The reptilian taste on Delta's tongue was still that of the majestic Amethystine Python-- and the earless, more blunt, fanged muzzle was a dead giveaway, along with the scuted belly-- but the feet and legs were so far removed from a snake's normal nature that one could easily be forgiven for making the error. At the same time, his new form possessed a tail that simply screamed serpentitude, being long, slender and sleek. It was if he had the back half of another snake attached to his newly created posterior. The digitigrade feet were short and made mostly of long, clawed toes, upon which he stood. Above the footpaws/toes, there were tall, thin legs, coated in the same glossy scales as the rest of Ame. Well, extra glossy, from the strange slimy goop that still covered them.
"Wow," Delta said plainly as he finished his inspection, his tongue feeling sticky from the potent taste of TF still in the air. "Uh.. you know, I probably have some sandals somewhere you could have, if you'd like something to put on those.. feet," he finished. A snigger welled up in his muzzle as he pictured the python trying to jump rope or do a riverdance, which he had to suppress with a clawed paw. Thanks to being so accustomed to the Ame's average appearance, the lithe lamia looked ludicrous atop those legs.. and yet still quite luscious.
This fact became all the more apparent to the observing lizard as the shifted snake bent over at the waist to feel over his new legs, leaning this way and that, his serpentine flexibility very much intact and on display as he moved graciously about on the grass. Delta didn't know what his friend was looking for, but he was putting on quite a show! Ame's much more mobile tail twisted around as he inspected himself, slithering about in the air and partially blocking the boidae's backside now and again.. which made it more of a treat for Delta when he _did_ see the shapely butt bob back into view.
Delta slowly sauntered closer to Amethystine, tongue flicking in and out as he circled around him, eyes locked on the leggy lamia. "By the way.. nice assss," the lizard said with a laugh, eyeing the sexy, ripe, reptilian rump, so much better defined than a serpent's surreptitious slit. The urge to ogle it was slowly being overtaken by an urge to do a little more than that..
Catching the python unawares as he took account of his changes, the lusty lizard gave the tender mounds of reptilian meat a pair of firm squeezes, before quickly backing off.
A sibilant gasp sounded from the snake's snout, his tail whipping out to attempt an apprehension of his adulterous 'attacker'. "Ooh, you!" Ame cried, quickly crumpling, "I can't believe thisss happened. My potionsss never go wrong.." he sighed sadly.
Having just dexterously dodged the whipping tail aimed for his naughty paws, Delta laughed lightly, "Heh, well, I wouldn't exactly call this wrong.. Different, maybe, but not *wrong*. You might like having legs! It's a good change of pace for you. A chance to wear pants!" The lizard's sniggering soared an octave at his own rhyming joke, his face flushing fuchsia from all the laughter he'd had at his friend's expense. Though not prone to mean-spirited mirth, the situation was too comical for the monitor not to appreciate.
The former naga was still facing away from his friend, and appeared to be shaking his head in a downtrodden manner.. but the slowly rising sound of sibilant laughter froze the lizard where he stood, his back to the table where Amethystine's old, cold coils still lay. At first, Delta was glad to hear that his companion had gotten over the loss of his loops so swiftly, hopefully with the help of his humour. But as the chuckling changed to what could only be described as cackling.. he developed some reservations.
Before he could begin to fully contemplate what was going on in front of him, he was pounced from behind.. for the second time that day! Ironically, though Ame was in front of him, it was the same set of springy scales that sundered him.. the disem-torso-ed _body_ had brought itself to bear on the unsuspecting reptile, wrapping around him even faster than Ame might have been able to, causing him to topple to the ground at the snake's feet. Above him, Amethystine announced, "Nothing goesss wrong with MY potionsss, you fool!"
"Oof!" the lizard exclaimed as he was rendered prone with a pile of python pulling him down, icy-cold panic welling up inside his belly. Mocking Ame was beginning to feel like a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. "Ah... Ame, b-buddy!" Delta began, trying to push up his entangled upper-body. "I was just kidding around! No need to do anything.. nasty."
"If you're regretting your poor choicesss of wordsss, my friend.. don't worry, thisss wasss going to happen, no matter what you did," came Ame's voice from overhead. He hummed a bit and bobbed his snout along with a tune that seemed to be stuck in his head as he strode around the ensnared lizard on those lovely, long lower limbs of his. "I'm a cold hearted sssnake and I've been telling liesss. Uh oh!" he teased, in a sing-song tone.
Delta's attempts to move in any way, shape, or form were in vain, only his tail able to writhe around uselessly, while his arms and legs were pinned together by the topless tail. Even his tail was soon snared by something, stopping its squirming. Craning his neck around to try to see the suddenly sinister snake resulted in nothing more than a view of the thick loops encircling his shoulders and more picturesque grass and sky.
Finally giving up, the lizard laid still for a moment, which led to him noticing just how.. slick.. the seizing something upon his tail actually was. The weird wetness was also beginning to inch over his taloned toes! "Urk.. w-what are you.. doing.. back there?" the confused lizard asked between bouts of fruitless flopping, the cool, sticky feeling creeping up his lower legs slowly increasing in intensity.
"Oh, it'sss not me.. well, I sssuppossse you could think of it asss being a part of me, certainly," stated the snake, enigmatically. He went on, the python chuckling at his own private punch-lines, "But sssince it'sss technically in transssition between ownersss, it'sss a bit of a ... sssticky wicket?" Delta could feel something press up on one side of the scaly straight-jacket that surrounded him, then shove firmly, causing the whole coily cocoon to roll over once, so he was facing skyward.
As Amethystine loomed into view from one side, the monitor imagined that his tormentor must have skillfully kicked him over. The slim snake then hopped forward to land with one foot firmly planted right over Delta's face, on the edge of the top-most twist of the torso-less tail. The way he casually leaned down above the green scaled snout, one arm lazily slung over his knee, told the trapped reptile that the python had possessed those legs before, no longer acting so awkward or anxious about them.
"Consssider thisss, my sssilly ssscaly," started the snake, squeezing extra sibilance out of his speech and splattering saliva over Delta's snout as he spoke, his tongue's tines tapping the tip of the monitor's muzzle, "..if I drank that potion, I wonder where you think it would have went?"
"Wait.. where what went?" Delta wondered, trying to make sense of the strange situation. The mention of the mysterious mixture made the monitor remember the snake's startling separation, recalling the dark, damp interior of the cast-off coils. That slick space must have been the unseen 'mouth' that was making its way up his lower half! He wasn't sure if he should be relieved to know the origin of the odd occurrences, or off-put by the outlandish and ominous oddity of becoming lunch for left-over lamia loops.
"Uhm.. I'm going to be okay, right?" Delta asked, hoping that his somewhat-new friend hadn't prepared anything extraordinarily fiendish for his fate. Amethystine's appetite was well known.. and it suddenly struck him that the original invitation boasted of 'a meal', which he assumed was *for* him- not *of* him! Perhaps this python did this all the time, he didn't know! Get to know a guy, hang out with him, chat.. then if the snake decides his 'new friend' is to his tastes, bam! Delta dinner, easily prepared. Of course, he reminded himself, Ame had ample opportunity to do that earlier and hadn't. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. At the very least, the lizard knew that any of the voracious 'viper's' victims would not vanish, they would merely be remade with the help of one of his potions or other python parlour tricks. He might end up becoming blended into the boidae's body.. he almost began to fantasize about becoming a certain body part before his host spoke up.
"Of courssse! You're going to be jussst fine.." Amethystine assured him. "It'sss not like I'm _eating_ you or sssomething!"
Delta's feet were already too numb to feel the inside of the slimy, snaky 'suit' of sorts that was sucking him down, and his tightly-held legs and tail were beginning to feel squishy and sticky. Coolness crept into his muscles and crawled into his bones, followed by a warm, indistinct tingly sensation. The strangest feeling of all came from his scaly exterior, however. It felt like the thick green hide was leaking off him, turning into something soft and gooey that stuck to the inside of the squishy snake-tail..
It was unlike the traditional transformation tinglings he was so used to and looked forward to. It felt more.. fluid. Freaky. Even a little bit.. fun. As a connoisseur of change, Delta enjoyed the strange feelings despite their unknown origins, their questionable aims. As the loose 'lips' of the coils slithered up over his waist and the wet smoothness of the serpentine body's interior began to blend with his belly, he might have even thought the feelings went from 'freaky' to 'fantastic'!
With almost no more sensation (aside from an otherworldly, oozy one) from most of his tail and everything below his knees, the slippery snakeskin sunk down against his slit, slipping between his legs and 'round his rump, sealing itself seamlessly in place upon the lizard's loins. The lovely liquid linking to the lamia-loops made him moan loudly, arching his back and shuddering as the sinking synching slid ever further into his form. His eyes were shut, his snout shivering as the intense integration shot through his most sensitive spots.
Of course, gaining snake coils meant that said sweet spots suddenly slipped away, leaving the lust-filled lizard lingering in a body that was blank in the zones that had been just receiving such sublime sensations. On the positive side, the suddenly pythonic Delta, coming out of his brief bliss blindness, noticed that the tightness around his midsection had loosened. No longer was the strange, gummy, gooey maw trying to devour him; it had merged with him instead of making a meal of his meaty musculature. The rest of the snaky coils hung off him with slack to spare, feeling almost as natural as his lizard-legs did.
"You weren't kidding when you said you were my gift," the dazed Delta said, rubbing his soft-scaled finger-pads along the merged midsection, trying to find the demarcation between his two different reptilian halves. Nothing stood out; the bumpy, light green scales of his belly faded directly into the creamy white of the snake's scutes, transitioning from one to the other nigh-perfectly.
"That'sss right, I wasssn't.. but not for the reassson you might be thinking.." Amethystine added, crouching next to the prone, patchwork 'python-monitor' and pointing back at the blended belt of slightly dissimilar skins.
Delta glanced back down, but didn't see anything different about the way his upper body slipped into the serpentine section. He looked back up to Ame, who only pointed back again, with more insistence. Looking back once more, the lizard finally focused upon his front long enough to notice-- his pebbly scaled portion was pouring slowly over that of the python.
"Er.. it's not over?" Delta asked the serpent squatting above him, looking at the shifting scales with surprise. "Where exactly is this going, Ame?"
With Delta peering at the slowly sliding tide on his hide, the snakeman stood and began to walk and wonder aloud as he wandered around the pythonic pile: "Hrmm.. a lizard and a sssnake.. a python and a monitor. What to call it.. liznake? ..Sssnakitor?" ignoring his companion's questions as he came up with more monikers for the melded mixture of species.
Beginning to ignore the blithe bastard's blithering, Delta watched as the slender snake body that had attached to him continued to alter itself. With the continued creeping switch-over of the scales from smooth snake ones to the lumpy lizard dermis, Delta could see that the slender serpent segment was gradually becoming more girthy, losing length, although it retained its elongated shape. While it looked more and more like his usual self, it seemed less and less like a lamia should, and slowly lost the lovely luster that the ophidian originally owned. Picking up the pace, the pale green swept swiftly down the python part of him, turning into nothing more than a large, long, legless lizard body.
Delta rolled over as best he could and pushed himself up, trying to stand atop his serpentine tail. He had to hold out his arms to balance himself; the appendage was just as flexible as he expected but not nearly as supportive. The pebbly lizard-scales that covered it were not suited to slithering, like a snake's scutes. They couldn't grip the grass under him, but even if they could he just didn't have the musculature to produce a proper slithering motion.
"Hey... this isn't very... uh..." Delta began, wobbling atop his tail. The hybrid reptile straightened out his length in an attempt to align his 'slither' and before he could right himself, he rolled on his barrelled belly and came crashing down to the ground. "Oof!" the surprised scalie cried, his muzzle smacking against the soft grass.
Trying to right himself again, Delta felt his tail trample down the grass behind him but sourly noted it was unable to find any purchase. He tried to hold a section of his recently elongated body with one hand and push himself off the ground with the other, but that awkward maneuver failed spectacularly within seconds. Twisting midair as he tried to arrest his fall, the erstwhile tree lizard found himself lying flat on his front.
The scalie sighed to himself, rolling his head backward so that he could catch Amethystine's eye. "Little help?" As soon as the struggling serpentine saw the smile on the snake-biped's face, he could tell his torturer had been trying not to laugh. At that moment, he could hold back no longer and let loose a liberal load of laughter.
Rolling his eyes and raising his voice over the constrictor's cackles, Delta shouted, "Okay, fair is fair! I laughed at you, you can laugh at me. But could you at least help me get up before I get dirt all over your skin?" He shook the coily loops forced upon him for effect. Each shake sent a lazy, rolling ripple along the lizard's length, rising and falling like a tidal wave.
"Alright, alright.. calm yourssself my little lizanaga," soothed the snake, slipping over to show the birthday boy how to bend himself into a nice zig-zagging shape on the ground before simply lifting his upper body with the muscles in his flexible form, allowing him to stand up like any self-respecting snakeman.
"But I still can't slither! What's the point of this body if I can't do all the cool coily things you do?" lamented the lengthy lizard, lugubriously.
Grinning that same sneaky, mischievous (and somewhat malicious) grin, Amethystine asked, "Are you sure that'sss the only thing you're _short_ on?"
With that, Delta realized.. even with his reduced height due to how his body arched up from the ground, he was only snout-to-belly with his buddy. "Wait.. am I smaller?"
"That would ssseem to be the long and short of it, yesss," agreed Amethystine, with a sibilant snigger and a smirk.
"Argh! Ammeeee! Why are you doing this? HOW are you doing this? I could see the coils moving after you left them, but the merging and the changing to a big lizard lump and now th--" It hit him.. like a cross between a punch to the snout and a kick in the tail. The potion! The python had put forth a puzzle on where it might have gone.. and it had gone into the snake's belly, of course.. which was _within_ the wildly weird-acting coils! It seemed obvious to him, then, that the concoction that had been controlling all the metamorphic mayhem was still contained in the serpentine stomach and continued to carry out whatever wacky alterations Amethystine had planned.
"You devilish, sneaky serpent..." Delta murmured under his breath, helpless to stop the potion gurgling away in his gut from cutting him down to size. Soon, his height was slipping down past the python's midsection until he was eye-level with the serpent's slit, a neat vertical line in the scutes of his groin. Standing just over a meter tall with another meter of tail behind him, the lizardnaga was only about as thick around as a hubcap. He looked up at the towering snake before him, now disadvantaged in size and strength in addition to dexterity, never mind bodily experience, having never been a 'snakitor' before. Even his muzzle was affected by the morphing; he could feel his sharp teeth slowly recede into his gums, leaving him literally toothless.
Amethystine apparently approved of his friend's smaller size, as he then bent down to gingerly grip the green body on either end, where it was thinnest. Grasping the tapered tail and the trim torso, he lifted the lizard-lamia of sorts, scooping up the sagging midsection with his agile, snaky tail. "Aww, aren't you jussst the cutessst little thing around?" he murmured to the mini-monithon, moving Delta's head close enough to kiss. Squirming mightily, Delta was unable to break the bigger reptile's hold, the serpentine tail especially entrenched, extra coils curling around the middle of his own coily core. As he fawned, Ame began to carry most of Delta's weight with the increasing number of tail-loops, his hands' holds simply securing the lizard's loose ends.
"Hey! I am *not* a toy!" the outraged lizard protested, beating his hands against Ame's upper chest without producing any visible discomfort on the python's part. The serpent reacted by planting a big, sloppy kiss right on the lizard's lips that ended with a licking suck on the bridge of his snout. It was a little frightening for the smaller scalie, the proximity to the python's cavernous, toothsome maw making the phrase 'bite-sized' suddenly pop into his head. Delta gave his playful tormenter a serious, frustrated scowl, but ceased his futile fusillade of fists. He was coiled so tight by the tail, the only act of defiance he could manage was wiping some of the excess snake-saliva off of his muzzle.
A hearty chuckle arose from the comparatively huge snake's chest as he watched the wilful wipe. "Ssso cute. Essspecially when enraged," joked the giant, grinning down upon his newest boytoy. "Sssuch a perfect plaything for me.." muttered the massive male, meandering his way back to the table to sit himself down on the wide wooden surface. Delta was lowered into the snake's lap and the little lizard realized just _how_ eager Ame was to 'play', as the python's penes poked from his slit, sliding free, right in front of his face, filling with the boidae's blood, surging larger with each beat of his heart.
"Now... I promisssed you a birthday meal, didn't I? It would have been terribly remisss of me not to presssent one..." Amethystine whispered to Delta, hissing into his earhole. Delta could feel the big, warm, wet tongue tickle his head as the serpent spoke, too shocked to respond as the massive malenesses pulsed in front of him.
Ame chuckled softly to himself, playing with Delta's muzzle a bit before using a single index finger to point the small snout away from his unblinking eyes and towards his proud penes. A tiny trickle of clear, pythonic pre made their heads shine in the ruddy, late afternoon sun. "A nice ssset of toys for the birthday boy'sss joy!"
The powerful python used two of his claws to rub the soft, scaly undersize of the lizanaga's neck as he gently but firmly forced Delta's head closer to his cocks, continuing his attempts at persuasion without any backtalk from the dominated, dazed Delta. "Now, I know that a gay little lizard like yourssself couldn't posssibly resssissst such a pleasssant present... ssso go ahead. Let'sss sssee how much you can fit in that cute miniature muzzle of yoursss. I think the anssswer might sssurprissse you!"
Dumbstruck, Delta hesitated. He sat placidly in the pythons palms, pondering the peculiar position he found himself facing- as well as the pointed poles, which he was facing in a more literal sense. Looking over the tall, tawdry towers, both of them as thick as his arms and as long as his snout, he thought of what to do. Amethystine's teasing and prodding was actually getting to him; he licked his scaly lips and thought not of their torturous, titanic size but rather the tantalizing, tender taste. Was his serpentine friend slipping suggestions into his subconscious? The lithe, Lilliputian lizard wasn't sure if something sinister was at work or if it was his own desire, but either way the ribald rods of reddish reptilian randiness beckoned, begging to be blessed by a brush of his tongue...
When the combined creature in his hands started to slip toward his belly, Amethystine obligingly loosened his hold, letting his monithon friend move closer to his twin shafts. An accomplished smile spread across his lips as he watched the halting motion toward his hemis. He knew Delta would eventually accept his 'gifts'. He hissed happily, further aroused by his 'little' victory, his shafts throbbed just a little bit more firmly, standing with a fraction more attention as the lizard leaned nearer, as if his nethers were nervously awaiting inspection by the shrunken monitor.
Reaching out to touch each of the pink spikes that originated so smoothly from the snake's slit, Delta's tiny hands caused the cocks to twitch and bob in place before he was able to get a better grip on both of the identical, tapered tips. Similar to most scaly malenesses he had seen, Amethystine's lacked clearly defined heads at their tops, instead being something more like long, smooth, slightly curved cones. They were also missing the telltale trailing bulge of a tube that would signify a human urethra, something that was hidden deeper inside the hemis, making them all the more streamlined.. and sexy, in the lizard's opinion. Running his hands down their undersides, Delta considered how widely spread they were as his hands drew closer and closer together, the further south he slid them.. the serpent's sexes stretching upwards from their 'root' like two divergent trunks of the same tree, forming a formidable V shape.
Delta flicked out his tongue and received a snoutful of the strong scent that seeped from the snake's slit, sending his own arousal soaring. He could feel Amethystine's unwavering stare from above as he ventured further, so close to his giant host's sexual core he could feel the lukewarm heat coming from it. The vaguely villainous voyeur's virile vent seemed to call to him.. both in a way he recognized, and one he couldn't quite categorize. Deciding to act on the slit's siren song (and smell!), despite not fully understanding it, Delta delved deeply inside.. with his hands. The fact that such a stunt caused his muzzle to mash up against the massive malenesses was probably a fair factor in his decision, as well.
An aroused gasp arose from above as the miniature manipulators burrowed into the sensitive space within the naga's nethers. Snake males are rather lucky to have not only a set of dual phalluses, but also a delightfully fun place to put said sexes. The right rubs applied to the tight, fleshy passage could seriously start a serpent's engines.
Delta dug his fingers into the slit and flexed them, rubbing the sensitive walls with his rough, scaly knuckles. As he began to slowly knead Ame's slit walls with his paws, the lust-struck lizard nuzzled the wet, warm hemipenes in front of him, giving them long, slow licks. He ran his forked tongue along their whole length, elevating and lowering his muzzle as needed, stopping only to lick his lips or swallow snake pre. He couldn't get enough of the salty, rich taste saturating his muzzle, he loved the feel of the fleshy slit tightening around his hands and he adored the way Amethystine hissed appreciatively at his affections. He had completely forgotten about their previous antagonism, overwhelmed by the heat of the moment. Before too long, the python above him began to encourage him further with warm, gentle rubs along the nearest loops of lizard.
"That'sss a good boy.." Ame added, patting his petite pleasure-pet's head. "It's your ssspecial day... you can have all the cock you want... in fact, I might arrange for some more in a minute.."
"Mmm.. thank you," Delta replied, blushing a bit before continuing his tongue-work.
Licking and lapping at the pre-gushing penes was well and good, but before long Delta needed more. Pulling his arms back a bit from the slit, he slipped his muzzle around Ame's left maleness and gave the tip a slow suckle. A tasty spurt of fresh fluid hit the roof of his muzzle, hitting his olfactory organ without any help from his tongue. A strange half-smile formed on Delta's muzzle as he dove down deeper on the delicious dick, said smile broken up by the massive maleness he was trying to take in. It felt a lot bigger in his muzzle than it had looked outside; Delta idly wondered if he was still shrinking. He suspected that once he reached the half-way point of the pole's steadily downward expanding girth, he'd be forced to stop and satisfy himself with only the upper portions of the snake's spire.
Strangely, the size of the serpentine sex-organ didn't prove as big a deterrent as he thought it might; to his great surprise, Delta felt his lower jaw stretching to either side of the hemipenis, allowing his small toothless muzzle to fit the whole thing. While not as big a surprise to the snake, who knew the transformation had given the lizard the serpentine ability to stretch his lips around larger 'meals', the moment that modified muzzle managed to move to a point where it was more moulded around his maleness rather than mouthing it, Ame groaned and gripped his dear Delta even tighter with his tail.
The shock of the subtle, unnoticed transformation was offset by the knowledge he could easily deep-throat his friend's members despite his shrunken stature. The liznaga began to do just that, running his tongue back and forth along the undersize of the smooth, curved cock as he sucked down more and more of it.
"Mmmhrgh..." Delta moaned indistinctly. He had to pause every so often and wrap his lips tight around the hemipenis to swallow down the preseed filling the back of his stretchy throat, but he didn't dare stop. He didn't think Amethystine would let him, at that point. So, it was to his great surprise that he suddenly felt the snake pulling him off of the pythonic pole.
While being lifted gingerly away from the reptilian groin, the monitor's hands slipped free from their cozy spots within Amethystine's vent, prompting the puny birthday boy to grab for a handhold that would secure him -and his maw- atop the receding rods. Sibilant snickering sounded from high above, and Delta became aware of the slight slapstick quality his actions possessed. Delta let go, and Ame pulled him upwards to announce: "I have another little treat for you, my sssweet sssucker," while his seemingly much larger snout loomed in front of the slowly shrinking scalie.
Delta wasn't sure if the python meant that he was gullible.. or a talented mouth-masseur. "Oh? What would that be?" he asked, stopping a second to slurp some spare seminal fluid from his lips like an errant bit of barbecue sauce.
"Let'sss sssay.. dinner and a show. Well, a show and then dinner," the constrictor commented cryptically, concentrating visibly as he lowered his little lizanaga once more. Amethystine's focus seemed to effect his still stiff hemipenes, which twitched and shuddered before Delta's eyes. Glancing between the big snake's face and his odd-acting organs, Delta didn't know what to make of the situation.. all he knew is that he wanted to get his lips wrapped back around one of those long, luscious lamia lengths.
Lunging forward, one of those lengths lodged itself between the lizard's lips! Apparently, Amethystine's adult areas were psychic, seemingly sensing the small scalie's sex-starvation and snapping into action (quite literally). The cock in question was the one on the right, which Delta had barely touched beforehand. It seemed determined to correct that deprivation as it both delved deeper into the smooth, fleshy maw.. and curled itself around its puzzled prey. While it was pulsing and pouring pre into his mouth, Delta detected how the mobile maleness was just as hard as ever, but also clearly flexible. Just as he was getting over his shock, the monithon noticed the naga was moaning with the shaft's shiftings against his pebbly-scaled self.. the large lamia's hands gripping the table's edges in pleasure, apparently assuming his rods could wrangle the little reptile on their own.
While temporarily alarmed by how the flesh forced itself into his throat, Delta quickly resumed his ravenous suckling. Ambulatory or otherwise, the hot hemipene was simply too alluring to resist. Delta bobbed up and down the delicious snake-dick with the whole length of his toothless muzzle while using his forked tongue to lick and grip the slick shaft, drunk on pleasure and preseed. He stuck his paws back in Ame's cavernous but tight slit, driving them so deep into the warm, slimy passage he could feel the serpent's firm internal orbs. Slowly, he began to run his paws up and down the base of his friend's hemipenes, stopping every so often to massage the snake's slit and testicles.
Delta's efforts were paying delicious dividends; Ame's left hemipene was covering his scales with musky fluids as it slowly curled around his torso, while the right filled his muzzle with as much yummy, cummy pre as he could drink. More than that, in fact; the monithon's throat and chin were dripping with warm, slimy excess fluids, but he was too intently focused on his cock-sucking to wipe them off. Amethystine's pleasured hissing and head-petting was a constant source of reward for the horny liznaga, driving his efforts to ever-greater heights as the flow of fluids into and onto him surged and the serpent shuddered with bliss. Such large amounts of liquids were a clear sign of the sizable snake's swift approach to his sexual apex, making Delta all the more determined to push the python over his peak.
The powerful pillars of pythonic penis enveloped his slinky, snakeish body; each of the mobile malenesses felt nearly strong enough to hold him aloft. They danced with him, one tightly gripping his torso with a couple coils of phallic flesh, its tip twisted to readily and repeatedly ram itself into the lizard lips.. the other writhing around the first two, twining tightly into the gaps left by its twin one moment and running its form over anything it finds, threading through thin spaces and worming wildly, in want of a warm, wet place to bury itself. Caught up in a coily, carnal conflagration, the tantric tendrils and lithe lizard made quite the trio, one that nearly swept both Delta and Amethystine away. The lizard would not have cared in either case, both craving a climatic conclusion to the endless erotic escapade, although not wishing for the fun to stop. But the python had other plans!
Feeling the formidable tail that was still securely around the middle of his modified body as it became increasingly tight, Delta sensed that the snake would soon splatter his seed. And while he was not wrong about the immediacy of the ophidian's oncoming orgasm, he didn't know the extent of the naga's schemes. Suddenly, the tail tensed and pulled powerfully, dragging a discomfited Delta away from the dual dick, which whipped out to try to retain their reptilian receptacle of raunchy rowdiness, seeming similar to selfish snakes snatching at his scales. As Amethystine tugged him away from the covetous crotch, he could see the larger being arching backwards, apparently in the midst of a mind-blowing moment of sexual rapture.. but no eruption had occurred, and the obviously unsatisfied shafts told him that Ame had stomped on the brakes.
The python panted, holding Delta up at snout-height. While Ame caught his breath, the lizanaga realized he had shrunk smaller still; he was only a bit bigger than one of the python's 'penes now. Swallowing what preseed was left in his muzzle and wiping his chin clean of what had dribbled out of it, Delta gave a low whimper. It was more than a little intimidating to have sex with someone equipped with 'you'-sized members. "Whew! You're quite the little troublemaker, Delta," began the behemoth boidae, lifting his claws from the scratches in the wood of the table. The small gouges were clearly caused by his resisting release. Seeing them gave the little lizard a strange sort of self-satisfaction, to know he caused the normally calm naga such notable agitation. "You were too cute for my cocksss to resssissst, you naughty naga-monitor," he half-joked, reaching into his lap with both hands to sooth his 'snakes', one hand lightly holding each of the curiously curling cocks.
Delta licked his scaly lips, squirming a bit in the bigger serpent's coily embrace. He gazed upon the two enormous hemipenes with a look of wondrous curiosity tinged with apprehension. But slowly, his fear was overwhelmed by need; the monithon leaned down and gave one of the shafts an affectionate nuzzle. Delta was surprised when the slick, snaky shaft gave him a friendly, flopping nudge right back. The other half of Ame's hemipenes gave a slow, sympathetic throb, trying to ease its way towards him, apparently able to sense things its twin had detected.
They jumped and twitched of their own volition for a few seconds, bumping up against each other and then bounding back towards Delta, and then they curled around one another, before doing something approximating a slow dance together. Wet, warm pre slid down them from their tips, some of it flying off as they quickly uncurled and spread apart. The cocks shuddered and pulsed and bounced off one another; they 'kissed' each other at the tips, and then they jumped towards Delta, brushing up against his neck. Their intricate dance, though chaotic, was nevertheless mesmerizing to the monitor. Even Amethystine, the ostensible ophidian owner of the organs watched with what could only be called bemusement. It was obvious that, while he could feel everything they did, the hemipenes weren't under his direct control.
Amethystine gave Delta a naughty smile, and then used a few of his fingers to flick one of the penes towards Delta, making it smack against the small scalie's snout with a wet slap. It slowly began to slide downward, with gentle shudders of movement- movement that felt like slithers- along the lizard's face.
"Whoa... what are th-mgmhph!" Delta started to say, before the serpentine cock forced its way into his muzzle. Fresh spurts of pre began to flow over his tongue, and Delta's shock melted back into contented suckles.
"Whatever they want.. well, what I want.." sighed the snake, revelling in the rapturous sensations the suckling and squirming sent up his spine. He let his head loll back, sitting still as his crotch buzzed with blissful activity. His hemi dove at Delta's depths, devoid of dental deterrents to his desire, drilling into him while the devious python held his other pene at bay.
Delta felt as though he had only just started when he was separated from the slippery length of lunging lust once more. "That'sss enough for you," Ame murmured as the snake-like shaft strained after its receding receptacle, as did Delta, neither of them wishing to part. In fact, after the pene was well past his muzzle's reach, Delta's tongue shot out and gave it one last lingering lick. A surprised hiss was followed by a chuckle, "I think you've lubed lefty up enough, little guy."
Before the baffled boytoy could think to ask 'Lube..?', the one who had been playing with him all afternoon turned him around and let go of his wriggling rods, the curious cock-snakes craning out once again. It didn't take long before their explorations found exactly what Amethystine had planned on.. the left length, supremely slickened by the small scalie's saliva, latched onto the lizard's tail while the fresh phallus found his head. Ame's tail was turned and twisted to place both of Delta's ends in exactly the right places for the pair of pythonic pricks to pounce.
And pounce they did! Rearing back like a couple of conjoined cobras, the considerable and (pre)cum-coated cocks careened into both of the birthday boy's crevices!
Delta's eyes shot wide open as he was suddenly spit-roasted on the girthy, tendril-like members. For several seconds, all he could do was squirm and shake as one cock wiggled down his throat and the other forcefully filled up his freshly formed anal vent. All of the excitement and stimulation of the last half-hour had made Ame's members hard and stiff, though still flexible, their mass compressing less as they sunk through his throat and his backside. A few scant seconds earlier, he had been able to easily man-handle the shafts with his muzzle, but now it felt like they were handling *him*! Every powerful movement the hemipenes made forced his flexible musculature to stretch around them. Delta could see his throat and backside visibly distend as centimeter after centimeter of thick maleness 'muscled' its way into him, and then left the liznaga limp as they withdrew to thrust anew.
The musk-drunk, helpless monithon could do little but close his eyes and shudder with ecstasy as he felt the hot python hemipenes pulsate inside him. He knew Ame had to be close by now, every one of his senses telling him so. The potent smell of serpentine musk, the salty-sweet taste of snake-pre in the air, the feel of the enormous shafts stretching his body wide open, the sound of urgent, sibilant hissing... he hardly noticed that his own small hemipenes felt strangely far from their own climaxes. Delta was more aroused than he could remember, but the feeling wasn't centered anywhere in his slinky body. Why couldn't he feel his hemis? They weren't even out of his slit at the moment! It was...
Delta's thought process was abruptly interrupted when Ame's cocks delved as deep into him as they could and held themselves in. They looked so *big*; the pene between his scaly lips had roughly the same circumference as he did! Delta felt an involuntary whimper die in his throat, washed away by a massive torrent of snake-seed. Bucking with the thunderous throbs of the thick pillars as they poured their potent fluids into his form, Amethystine's tail began to loosen and slip away, the constant, coiled embrace of his host finally freeing Delta's belly just in time for it to begin expanding. The matching malenesses seemed so secure and so snugly settled in their spooge sponge that one might imagine the both of them entrenched all the way into the monitor's middle, pumping piles of python spunk directly into Delta's belly.
While the small scalie might have expected a certain amount of overflow from his friend's fornication faucets, the phallic fonts of fluid we turning out to be more like fountains.. fountains of sticky, hot, creamy cum that could not be contained by his compact core. The streams, which seemed to have no end, spouted continuously, exceeding his wildest expectations, surging to levels of liquid he deemed worrisome. While this went on, Ame watched with wonder as his hemis held the ballooning Delta aloft, above his groin, a sphere seemingly swelling within the wiggling lizard's depths.
After welling up in his widest point, bloating his belly, the boidae's brine burst out into the rest of his body, allowing his filling to flatten as the fluids flushed outwards, fattening his form, fast! Still the snakey spires spewed the salty stuff, starting to sink into the monitor's mass as it made its way to either end of his body. Soaking him to the bones and beyond, the soupy seed set off something sneaky, something the snake had seen to prepare, but hadn't seen fit to share.
The monithon shivered, his arms dangling limply from his body as the last spurts of snake-seed continued to flow into him. Despite how tightly his tiny body held Ame's hemipenes in, thick trickles of essence were leaking out of his open, used orifices. He'd had bigger things in him than the python's penes, but never whilst shrunk down so small.
Nonetheless, he felt fantastic! His scales tingled and his eyes lidded with pleasure, as if every inch of the slinky serpent-lizard was being massaged from the inside-out, and his stuffed stomach was full of thick, delicious constrictor-cum. If his muzzle wasn't still stuck around a massive pole of python penis, Delta would have been beaming with the biggest grin in the world.
A soft squirming within his form shook Delta from his delighted day-dreaming, and he saw that the tapered, tawdry tendrils were retreating. As they slithered out of his body, he almost assumed a mighty gush of goo could come spilling out of both his ends, if not just one of them. No such sluice of seminal slime materialized as the massive malenesses made their way out of him, leaving the lizard laying in the looming, lusty lamia's lap. Now that he had finally been freed, Delta's claws immediately went to work searching for his slit. There was an awful lot of cum in and around him, but none of it was his and his lust had been building and building since Ame had given him his gift.
The small scalie felt.. softer, squishier, saturated with the snake's spunk.. his whole body a bit bloated. "T-thank... you...", Delta began to say, snake-fluids dribbling down his cum-coated muzzle and pooling above the bulge in his belly, "... t-that was... quite a g-gift!" His claws began to rub back and forth across his smooth, slimy front tracing the area where the break in his scales would have been on his former fully lizard body.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it.. I rather did, asss well.." hissed Amethystine, basking in his blissful afterglow while Delta desperately searched for his sex, seeking sweet release. The python passively peered at his pint-sized pal before calmly informing him, "You have no naughty bitsss in that 'nagizard' form. Assside from the convenient cloaca I just made ussse of, of courssse." The comment came just as the little lizard had managed to curl his tail-end up to his torso, reaching into the reptilian recess that the snake's rod had just vacated. Though Delta's claws came back covered in sticky serpent-seed, he found himself phallus-less. Ame hadn't just taken the keys to his lust; he had thrown them away!
A shiver of lust passed through Delta's body, all the way from his tailtip to his spine. Even though he was 'pene-less, arousal continued to radiate throughout his whole body. "Ame... wh-what did... ahhh... h-help." Delta stammered.
"Oh ho! 'Help', you sssay? Ha ha, certainly! I'll help you reach the release you require.." the python paused, beginning to run a single scaled finger along Delta's body.. the soft stroking seemed super-charged to the pent up monitor, making his mounting desire accelerate and his whole body throb with mind-melting, nigh-overpowering need. "After all, your birthday presssent isss merely pausssed at itsss penultimate part," explained the erudite Amethystine, a slightly malevolent smile crossing his snout.
"It's... *mpf* not... *oohmm* o-over?" Delta asked, moaning meekly between his words as the serpent's simple touch made him writhe. A spine-tingling shiver ran through Delta's entire slinky body, and the liznaga's brain burst with blooming, warming, surging pleasure. When he was finally able to think again, the poor pythonic lizard tried to shake his head clear, not noticing the slimy saliva seeping out from his musk-saturated muzzle. He almost assumed he had achieved an orgasm from the ophidian's rubbing finger alone, but after a short moment of clarity, the unceasing ache of his arousal re-asserted itself, stronger than before. He moaned, falling deeper into the realm of constant longing, his body burning with blissful hunger. It felt so good, and yet he yearned for the tantalizing sweetness of a sexual peak, a peak that seemed far outside his reach at the moment. Something told the little lizard that it was going to get a lot 'worse' before it got better.
Laying on his back in a puddle of reptilian ooze upon the glossy wooden table, Delta was resting between Amethystine's spread legs, unable to do much but watch and wonder what else his host had in store for him. The python's serpentine shafts had gone back to their erotic little dance while the lizard's libido had grown unchecked.. but as Delta realized Ame's silence signalled another segment of his coming 'gift', the monitor's attention returned to the rods, which were wrapped tightly together. After their earlier arousing display of dexterity, he guessed they would soon slink apart and continue to slip and slither in their slick, sexy swaying way.
But they did not.
Instead, they seemed to twine tighter and tighter, going beyond the limits of their flexibility until they appeared almost fluid, forming a fracture-free fusion of the phalluses, spiralling higher than the two individual pieces could have ever hoped to. Then, in a flash, the double-helix-like dick straightened itself out, rapidly rotating back, remaining rather girthy.. revealing the malenesses' merged form. It had an oddly thicker head than the long, slender belly and combined base that came out of the constrictor's crotch.. possessing a striking resemblance to something ELSE reptilian.
Before the bite-sized boytoy could believe his eyes, he had to contend with evidence from his earholes as well. It hissed!
"Ahh.. ack!" said Delta, tumbling backward and trying to squirm over the edge of the table, trying to escape the predatory pene. But encumbered not only by his lack of legs but his bulging belly, he could hardly push his scaly pudge. Worse, trying to crawl away made tingling, hot arousal surge up through his back into his seed-stuffed stomach, powerfully enough to make him freeze and clutch his torso as he moaned and hissed. All Delta could do was blink and stare up into Ame's lidless eyes as his fiendish friend chuckled and pet the python that was his penis. Forcing a smile forth, the lust-drunk liznaga laid back and waited for his final fate, foregoing any more futile fighting.
Hissing in pleasure, the snake-cock curled around his master's hand, giving it a light squeeze while Ame murmured to his monstrous maleness. The ophidian organ's owner extracted his hand and gently guided his pet lower, towards his new 'playmate', as Delta thought he heard the large lamia whisper. The sex-serpent needed little encouragement as it began to flick its tongue at the monithon's musk-saturated mass, the twin-tined tips teasing his already tingling tail. Mired in the delightful buzz already surrounding his body, Delta groaned and swung his tail in an odd mixture of reluctant refusal of the reptilian rod's attentions and a partial pining for more.
During Delta's weak wiggling, the snakeshaft received a soft slap to the snout, causing the cock-creature to rear up and hiss fiercely, opening its mouth in a threat-display.. affording Delta the chance to glimpse the inside of its mouth--which was thankfully devoid of the normal needle-like teeth one might expect. The soft-looking maw was also lined with strands of sticky 'saliva', no doubt actually Amethystine pre-seed welling up thickly in his shaft's head. As it hissed at Delta, it sprayed a few warm, slimy drops on his lower body.. inadvertently applying lubrication for what was to come.
Calming down again, the snake-sex slithered closer to the lizard's tail and immediately 'bit' down on it, both the flesh of its snout and that of the monithon's tail squelching slightly. It drew as much of the tapering limb as it could into its snout with a few tugs on the sensitive scales before beginning to swallow Delta down into the dark, damp, musky depths.
Delta gave an involuntary moan as his soft, scaly tail was squished downward, before realizing what was happening. "Uh... Ame... what a-are you doing?" he stammered, shaking his tailtip a bit for effect, making the maleness attached to it move as well, moaning once more as the reptilian rod reacted by clamping down and hissing muffledly around its meal, displeased by the apparent attempt to arrest its appetite appeasing! Amethystine simply smiled and enjoyed his penile pet's eating efforts, as if no answer was actually needed. The situation really did speak for itself as the python-pene gulped away at Delta's body, pre-seed saliva helping him to slide into the slightly slimmer snake's shape, which stretched to accommodate him.
The cock continued to consume its quarry, causing considerable consternation AND delight for Delta, especially when the sexserpent's tongue twisted around to search within the lizard's leaking lower entrance. The forked tongue flickered in and out of his sensitive, well-lubricated tail-passage with speedy, slick slurps that left the liznaga breathless with bliss.. but still without the all-important outlet of an orgasm. Even when the snake-cock's maw sucked him down deeper, wrapping its wet, pre-soaked lips around his squishy, seed-laden tummy and gave it a soft squeeze, Delta's arousal never seemed to peak or plateau, it just kept soaring skywards. Far past the point where he could be capable of resisting such amorous affections, Delta let his arms fall limp and slip just past the scaly lips that had begun enveloping his upper half, smiling with his eyes closed as he surrendered to the sexy, supernal, superlative sensations.
The small scaled soul had been trapped, tricked, teased and tantalized, and he was ready to slip into a final, pleasure-filled fate within Amethystine's body.. and while he would end up within the wily python's body, it wasn't quite what he imagined. Laying there, he felt the leaking lips of the shaft-serpent lunge up over his hide one more time, causing a surge in the heated feelings of untapped tantric energy, bringing him to a buzzing brink. He felt so close to climax with his complete consumption so close at hand, every fibre of his being vibrating with the vital need to explode in an unprecedented outpouring of rapturous ecstasy.. but said explosion still seemed to lack a certain focus of form or function..
It also seemed to be taking the crotch-constrictor quite some time to take that last mouthful that was his torso! Beyond restless, Delta opened his eyes to find the full-mouthed maleness sitting infuriatingly still, snout snugly wrapped around his 'waist'. It hadn't even managed to capture his hands, as he had thought earlier, when he laid down his arms and surrendered to the oncoming onslaught of sex -both literally and figuratively. Teetering on the edge of such erotic energy, Delta was ready to pull up upon the python's pausing head, to try to wiggle down into it and quicken his possible demise as a meal for the maleness just to achieve his sought-after release, such was the thrum of the lust within him.
Before the sex-stricken scalie could do anything other than gawk at his situation, a grand hand appeared and gripped him. Alone, the embrace wasn't enough to do more than settle the super-sensitive Delta's irritation.. but as the pair of serpents, sizable and sexual, began to rotate his body within the shaft's gullet, his thoughts were once again wholly halted as a hot wave of further pleasure poured over his body. He cried out as he was turned within the tube, only realizing as it stopped with him facing downwards that Amethystine was moaning just as much.
"Ooohh.. sssorry.. jussst.. jussst had to posssition you properly. My bad," came the snake's apology, from behind and far above Delta's downward pointed and panting snout. While he could feel the snake-cock's firmly held lips welling full of the python's pre, Delta gave a half-nod, hardly hearing the words through the hot, horny throbbing in his head. If he had been more alert, he might have noticed the naga's half chuckling tone, clearly enjoying his little 'mistake'.
As Amethystine let the little lamia-like lizard go, a casual glancing glimpse of the green body gripped within the gullet of the groin-spawned serpent would make one believe that the constrictor had held the penile pair a bit too tightly, as constrictors are wont to do. This would be because the head of Ame's shaftsnake appeared to be somewhat flattened down around Delta's body.. the defining features of the cock's cranium seemingly squished downwards, its lower jaw plastered up around Delta's chest.. even its tongue looked like it had been forcibly affixed to his front, during one of its frequent flickerings.
Still stunned at the sensual onslaught, the monitor's head hung, dangling from the stiff sex-serpent's erect position, causing him to be able to see his own supported chest and said odd occurrence; able to see when the thin tips of the forked tongue began to melt into his scaly skin, disappearing into his form and leaving his hide behind.. as well as the clear sensation of something new being added to his anatomy. It would only occur to him later that, at his size and relative position, it was more a matter of HIM being added to someone else's anatomy, but he was in no way cognizant enough to comprehend the implications.
Delta licked his wet lips and shuddered as the tongue sank into his front side. His well-lubricated muzzle shook and shivered as hot, thrumming arousal continued to build up in his body, but despite all the movement and slickness he wasn't slipping in any deeper. It was hard to think when randy pleasure ran rampant through his head, but the realization dawned on Delta that he wasn't going to be made a meal of after all. No, something far stranger was at work..
Taking one of his shaking paws and pressing it up against the front of the shaft wrapped around his mid-section, Delta slowly began to rub the scaly snake-flesh, feeling it flatten more and more against him, melding into his mass. Echoes of sensation crept up into his belly, ticklish and tingling. It was faint, but it was certainly there. When he pushed a bit harder, aside from the increase in blinding bliss, he could even feel the cum inside his belly shift around a bit, although it seemed to flow in a very curious, circuitous manner.
The flat face of the phallic python had begun to vanish into his flesh, fusing with him.. the unique scales of the serpentine snout slipped away to reveal Delta's rather damp light green, pebbled skin. Being no stranger to transformations, he knew that some conjoinments resulted in the same amount of mass remaining afterwards. What was happening to him was the kind where bodies blended and occupied the same space, becoming one, a true merging of mass rather than an addition.
Armed with that knowledge, the monitor's muddled mind managed to make out the remainder of the python's plan. "Wha-? Ohh.. I.. I k-know what you're d-doing..." the monithon mumbled, his eyes lidded with pleasure and muzzle dripping with thick drool.. drool that was being produced more and more steadily, becoming more and more viscous, almost welling up from deep within him rather than being created by the salivary glands in his snout.
"Finally figured it out, did you?" Amethystine asked, angling his altering anatomy upwards so Delta could tilt his head back to see his host, face-to-upside-down-face. He gingerly ran his fingers over the slowly amalgamating masses that sat in his lap, going from the base of his cocksnake; where he felt its skin stretched lightly around the lizanaga's weakly wiggling tail, up to where the two columns coalesced into one; watching his patterns and colours upon his snakeshaft getting 'gobbled up' by the green of the lizard.
Ame smirked to himself at the multiple reversals of the situation; first Delta had been sucking on his sexes, then the living length had been swallowing Delta.. and finally, at that moment, it appeared as though Delta was consuming said snakeshaft. He might have laughed about it if the pure pleasure of the nerves netting together as well as the arousing idea of what he was doing to the little lizard hadn't gotten the better of him. The mastermind behind the morphing moaned, visibly struggling to resist what must have been quite the temptation to seize and squeeze and stroke the tantalizing tubiforms in transition. Instead, he held them there, teasing over the entire ensemble with the tip of a single claw, shivering softly in anticipation as much as simple sensual sensations, waiting for the metamorphosis to run its course.
"You're.. ghhlm.. mmguhr..." Delta gurgled, as pre-seed saliva burbled up his throat and pooled in his upturned mouth, no longer able to run down out of the corners of his snout as readily as it had been. Not being able to breathe wasn't much of a burden, but the tingling feelings running down his merging tail made Delta go cross-eyed with bliss. Inch by inch, his body grew outward into the warm, turgid flesh encapsulating him, while his scales softened and grew more sensitive by the second. When he reflexively wiggled his tailtip, Delta could feel the base of Ame's hard maleness sway, causing him to shift back and forth slightly, but he could no longer feel his body move inside the python's formerly feasting phallus.
"Yesss, yesss I am.." hissed Amethystine, simply, somehow seemingly ending all discussion as both he and the birthday boy fell silent under the building pressure within both their bodies.
Rather than experiencing a lack of stimulus as the marvellous merging came to an end, Delta found himself sensing much more, very suddenly. His 'tail' felt massive, ghostly sensations of a much grander form than his minute monitor mass seeping into his mind.. his head began to pound, but not because of a headache brought on by the new world of wispy, ethereal awareness.. his head throbbed with blood, but with more than ever before, coming from a source considerably bigger than his own heart. Delta realized he didn't even feel his own heart anymore, replaced by the comforting flow of life that ran through him from.. somewhere else. The pounding in his head was pleasurable, his whole form filling with the same mighty, invigorating energy, exotic and erotic, enveloping him in an existence larger than his own.
It was an existence that was in the midst of a mind-bending bliss, as well! Amethystine's hand released Delta's transformed body.. and with all evidence of the snakeshaft gone, the monitor might have mistakenly believed that he would fall all the way to the ground far below as he began to topple over, away from the upside-down view of the panting python.
Delta pitched forward, feeling a small stream of musky, slick saliva sluice out of his snout, but found that he didn't fall far forward before being stopped by the thick, turgid tube that connected him to Ame. Or more specifically, Ame's inner flesh, as he could see his tail emerging from the snake's slit when his head swung down to see his underside once more. Weakly, the merged monitor pawed at his midsection, feeling the sensitive scales there grow tighter and tauter as ever more blood and bliss filled his phallic form. A urethral tube bulged out from where his belly used to be, pushing against his paws below his chest. He pushed down on the rounded ridge that ran up his lower length, causing the flow of fluids from his throat to slow to a trickle. Laughing lightly, he let go of the lump and almost immediately, python pre practically poured from his lips.
The concept of slobbering, of something spurting out of his snout, stopped being undesirable and uncomfortable and became a blessing, a further birthday gift bestowed by Amethystine that added to his pleasure and self-satisfaction. Letting liquids leak from his lips was as natural as breathing to the altered reptile.. and upon thinking about that reflexive action, he realized he no longer needed to breathe!
A particularly powerful throb echoed through the lizanaga's erect length, making his unmolested (as of yet) mass bob and bounce in place between the python's large legs, the wide foundation of his firmly rigid and round self righting him as he swayed up and down. The thrumming tension seemed to concentrate itself in Delta's head, making his lips part and purse reflexively to let loose a thick glob of gooey preseed. Delta doubted that he could hold his snout shut and stop lubricating himself even if he wanted to; the force of the fluids filling and flowing out of him was too strong to staunch. And as he smacked his wet, glistening lips together, the monithon felt *so good*.. why would he want to stop it?
The lizard's lust was fast approaching apogee, absolutely annihilating any other thought or care in his mind. His need for release was as strong as ever, but it had changed along with him, it wasn't just a simple ache anymore, but a stupefying yearning of his whole being.. no longer did his body feel as though it had no focal point for his furious, locked up libido, he felt more like his entire existence was the focus instead.. a sexual storm descending upon him via the link he had to Amethystine's body.
Delta's brain boiled with building bliss, his whole body utterly subsumed by the approaching climax. All the poor lizard-cock could do was shake and cry as he furiously stroked his ultra-sensitive belly-scales, using the liquids that leaked from his lips to lubricate himself. The throbbing in his muzzle was growing in intensity, and every time he panted or hissed a wet spray of precum erupted past his stiff lips. Deep down inside his fused form, Delta could feel the seed-swollen spheres Ame and he shared churn and clench, preparing to fill him up with serpentine spooge for the second time that day. All that mattered to the erstwhile monitor was his impending release, the sweet sexual summit finally within his grasp...
Suddenly, a grasp was also the only thing Delta could see! Apparently, Amethystine's ability to delay his desire had finally faltered and he grabbed the girthy green guy that grew from his groin, groaning and gripping the lizanaga like a vice, cutting off the flow of pre once again. As his snout emptied of the erotic run-off, Delta could have said something. He could have thanked or cursed the constrictor, but all that emerged from his mouth was a great groan, mirroring the massive male he was attached to. They moaned together as Ame began to bring their bonded bodies to their fornicative finale.. at least until the python's shifting fingers pulled away from Delta's belly and the flow of fluids returned, cutting off his lustful utterances once more, pleased gurgling murmurings taking their place.
It didn't take long for their combined driving desires to push the pair to a penultimate state as the seated snake stroked his altered flesh--Delta's altered flesh, Delta's whole body. More fingers were felt delving into the area where the lizard's length faded into that strange semi-sensation, rubbing and teasing the tight scaly skin around the monitor's meaty, blended base.. causing him to feel the sensations as if they were invisibly sneaking up on his tail before actually touching it as Amethystine's digits dove and resurfaced from his reptilian slit, running from the vein-lined vent-flesh to the exciting emerald scales above.
The python's powerful hold felt heavenly, despite how heavy it was.. as it ran over the lizard's lubricated length, the monitor might have marvelled at how his mass managed to resist the crushing constriction.. if he wasn't wracked with staggeringly sensuous stimulation.
Heat was the last thing Delta's mind could really comprehend before his climax. The tremendous heat of his host's hands and of his whole body.. heat pumping into him, heat pumped over him.. heat in his head and in his mind, in his thoughts. It was so hot, what was happening, in a very real and a very conceptual way.. how Amethystine had.. had.. taken him, how he had dominated and delighted him, how he had teased and transformed him, turning him into something he had wanted.. something he had wanted to try.. something he wanted to ask the snake to do, something he hoped the 'evil serpent' would do to him without asking, to be taken and used like.. like exactly how he was being used at that very moment..!! He knew, ever since he had wished for it, that it would be 'hawt'. But the heat of it.. it was more than he could ever have imagined, more than he could have hoped.
It was, by coincidence, that both panting partners had the same prevailing thought as Amethystine hissed loudly, tail twitching through the air, taloned toes digging furrows in the grassy ground, seizing the small, swollen scaly in a final, tight two-handed clasp, climaxing with animalistic abandon. The same definitive thought ran through Delta's mind as he orgasmed along with Ame, the same singular and simple, yet naughty notion remained all throughout the rush of intimate intensity.. not to mention the forceful flow of heat and lava-like liquid lust that leapt into his long body from below. The same thought pattern held onto his brain-cells despite the suppressive supernova of sexuality that erupted in his mind as the serpent's seed swept through him.
His whole body bucked and throbbed with more force than either of them expected, spraying potent pythonic ooze over the blades of grass far ahead and below, lasting forever and not long enough all at once.. and that thought was with them both for the complete climatic crescendo of coitus.
And that one thought, at least from Delta's point of view was: '..I'm his cock!'
Delta's eyelids slowly opened, blinking in a dim, reddish light. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the lizard quickly realized that he hadn't dreamt up his birthday encounter with Amethystine. No, judging by the way his snout gave him a pleasurable tingle when rubbed and the slick, dark, slippery state of his surroundings, he was deep inside the serpent's slit, not tucked under his covers and recovering from a night of birthday drinking as he had automatically assumed. He felt the lukewarm heat of the reptile's insides suffusing him and heard the naga's heartbeat thrumming nearby, feeling life-giving blood circulate up through his fleshy base and into the rest of his body before returning from whence it came. When he felt the slightly sticky sheen of old cum that covered him, it was well and truly confirmed; he was Amethystine's cock!
The lizard-cock carefully began to examine his altered physique, a strange and powerful combination of bemusement, excitement, surprise, anxiety and arousal all affecting him at once. Slowly, his trembling fingers began to run down his slick front side, from the soft urethral bulge that stemmed from below his throat, all the way down to the thick, ruddy, veiny base that connected him to Amethystine's innards, curling and flexing his serpentine shape around to reach the trickier places. Shorter and softer inside the slit than he had been, his arms had no problem probing every inch of his new form, though it still required a little shifting about. But even bending over backwards far enough for his soft snout to squish against his base was easy for the boneless cock-boy in his unexcited state. His new home was just big enough for his flexible form to enjoy unhindered, yet felt snug enough to be cozy when he wanted to rest. Delta even saw how the slick slit-fluids were washing his sticky shaft-self clean of spooge, slowly leaving him nice and shiny once more.
It was everything a reptilian penis-person could want in a place to live. Delta crossed and rubbed his own upper arms with one another, peering at his gradually self-cleansing skin as best he could. He felt the familiar bumpy texture of his slick, pebbly scales, although the emerald-green spots were much more supple than he remembered. He knew he had felt plenty of parts of himself that were smooth, as well as some that were different colours. After a few moments of pleasant self-palpation and further flexing around, he discovered that his design was something along the lines of a linear switch-over from scalie to sex-organ. His upper body and half of his lizardine length were much the same, save for the softer scales. But after that, his scales simply vanished from his surface, leaving leathery skin in their wake. The fresh flesh was flush with his familiar green hues.. at least for a portion of his penile pelt. The green weakened and gave way to pale pink, which deepened to a ruddy crimson upon the 'root' of his body, where he could feel the flesh fold back to disappear into the 'walls' of his (apparently) Amethystinian abode.
Excitedly flopping around inside his vent, testing various positions for resting, discovering what felt best for his new form, it never occurred to him how odd someone else might think of one creature living inside another was. All he knew was that he felt safe and happy.. and restless. His twisting and slightly squelchy, slimy squirming into different places and positions seemed more and more like an insomniac's attempts to find a way to lay that, in truth, only served to wake the sleepless sufferer up more and more. Appropriately, that was very much the reality for the pythonic pene, although the monithon had not yet realized it.
Delta could taste the omnipresent reptilian musk begin to strengthen in his humid home, the lizard's familiar flavour fused almost flawlessly with the snake's sharper, saltier tang. A tingling, tightening feeling began to creep up into him from his tailbase, a feeling that made his head gently throb and a tiny trickle of preseed seep into his mouth. Some of the stiffening sensation had come from his self-study and squirming about, but some of the feeling came from deep inside Ame's body. Delta heard a muffled, pleasured hiss from above him and felt his home tighten around him, and realized that his host was quickly becoming aroused by his actions.. which in turn aroused him further. By the time he realized that the virtuous cycle had formed, it was too late to stop.. not that he wanted to cease such sweet sensations.
The lizardcock's warming, slickening slit was quickly becoming uncomfortably tight as his body stiffened and grew, steadily pushing him towards the slim sliver of light that had appeared overhead while he had swollen slightly, stretching the internal skin, inadvertently making the opening more overt. Hissing and closing his eyes with pleasure as a particularly strong burst of bliss filled his form, the increasingly rigid lizard-length felt his throbbing head press against the inside of Ame's slit, held against it for a half-second before slipping out of it with a wet, lewd, liquid-like *squilish*. Though the sun was beginning to set over the distant oceanic horizon, it was sufficiently sunny compared to the dark confines of his new home that Delta was temporarily blinded by the bright, beautiful sight.
"Welcome back, birthday boy," said a voice from behind the blinded boa-like being. There was only one person it could have been, so the sibilant sound of the serpent's speech was soothing, not surprising. If he was attached to anyone else, it would have been awkward. The lizard's thoughts drifted briefly to become bemused at the thought of Ame playing yet another trick on him, if he had woken up inside someone else. It wouldn't have been any more shocking than the other occurrences so far that day. Delta twisted around to face his friend as more of his maleness-merged mass meandered its way out of the minute-seeming slit, idly impressed at the efficiency of the scalie's interior spaces.
Amethystine was reclining almost completely upon the grassy ground, facing the fading sunset with his hands behind his head.. as well as his tail, the still bipedal boidae had bit of it bunched up under the backs of his hands to give his upper body just a little more lift upon which to lay and still see the simmering seascape. "You're blocking my view, you know," he quipped, a thin line of shadow from Delta's form clearly covering the middle of his muzzle. He grinned at his guest before hissing in pleasure at a sudden salty breeze that blew over the side of the slight slope the snake had settled on to bask. It was clear, as the green stalks rustled and swayed around them (not to mention the green stalk that swayed _upon_ Ame's body), that Delta's reawakening could never, ever perturb the python in any way, such was the perfection of the partnership they possessed.
"Sorry," Delta mock-apologized with a naughty smile on his muzzle, moving his body closer to Amethystine's face. The monithon's inner muscles still seemed to work to a lesser degree, although when he tried to flex the deeper part of his body- where his tailtip used to be- he felt their internal orbs tighten instead of accomplishing any forward movement. Having two testicles take the place of his tail and stomach was a very strange sensation indeed, one that made him feel both aroused and hungry at the same time.
A happy sigh was his reply, "You only improved the view, my friend." Slipping one hand out from under his head, Ame used it to guide his shaft down, getting Delta to lay over his belly and enjoy the last of the setting sun with him. In the few short moments where the host's hand held the hot reptilian rod, the merged monitor was overcome with a staggering urge to stimulate himself against the supple skin of the python's palm, to thrust himself through the ring formed by Ame's forefinger and thumb. The unexpected nature of the desires were all that held him at bay before he was released, although he still made due with wriggling against the scutes he came to rest on, burning off the need for stimulation. He came to know later that Ame had wanted to seize him and make use of his altered, amplified anatomy just as much, if not more. That fact explained why the snake slipped his hand back behind his head so swiftly, forcing himself to calm as the last of his.. Delta's.. their length slithered from their slit and the last of the sun inched below the waves.
Delta let his rigid body lay back on top of those serpentine scutes, rubbing the relatively large reptilian plates at his sides as he thought of what to say or ask his host. But the feel of the warming rays of dusk-light against his fleshy scales and the low level but all-encompassing pleasure of being erect felt too nice to interrupt.
They laid there for what felt like quite some time, Delta's mind going over the sequence of strange (but wonderful) events as well as the ultimate outcome of the whole escapade, his body being blended to become his friend's phallus. He was a shaft. A cock. He repeated that fact with several synonyms for 'sex-organ', because he could hardly believe his luck, not because it was somehow impossible to him. Transformation and merging was not uncommon, so it wasn't as though he didn't think the whole thing couldn't be real. No, he thought it was too good to be true. To have been turned into what he imagined to be the paragon of masculine passion and potency. What was more, as a gay lizard with a thing for serpents, turning into a hot, serpentine hybrid of python and penis that was also attached to Amethystine.. a snake that he had long considered considerably crave-worthy. The naga had even thought to wrap the whole experience in a marvellous malicious veneer of villainous domineering, which Delta also desired.. it was too much, too extraordinary.
But it was all real, all true.
And that fact aroused Delta to no end. He would have had the erection of a lifetime, but he was ironically bereft of the ability to have a boner, being one himself. Nevertheless, either through his intense feelings affecting his host, or because of the bipedal boidae's own buoyant thoughts about the birthday boy's new role in his body.. or some combination thereof, the fused friends.. the linked lovers' libido leapt upwards, climbing toward their paired peaks. When Delta's body bobbed upwards by a centimeter off of Amethystine's belly before slapping back down, interrupting the silence, their quiet introspection and reflection ceased, more sensual matters materializing in their minds, mirrored.
"I'm pretty sure I can tell, but I'm going to asssk," Ame began, his voice more gentle than it had been all day. The assertive attitude and malevolent mastermind facade had faded away to leave him as nothing more than the normal naga Delta had come to know. "You.. like your gift, right?"
Delta turned his hot and heavy head around to look at Ame, having a bit of trouble due to how stiff his cock-body was. He smiled at the snake, a bright and happy grin on his glistening lips. "I love it," Delta said, his happiness practically bubbling out.. while some preseed literally burbled from his muzzle. The lizard laughed a little at his dripping snout, taking the time to lean down and kiss his host's chest-scutes.
Relief ran over the reptilian visage that peered down at Delta, and the sinister snake re-surfaced to snidely state, "Excellent, becaussse you'll be ssstuck there for a month! Maybe longer, if I don't tire of you too quickly." The obvious over-wrought ophidian orating was followed by his sibilant sniggering, but as much as Delta loved the little piece of play, he had been reassured that he would be relinquished back to 'reality' if he requested it.
Probably.
'You never know, with nagas,' thought Delta, offhandedly rebuilding a sense of his own suspension of disbelief to get back into the mindset of the maligned monitor who had been merged into a maleness by a malicious master. It added a layer of sweet icing to an already devilishly delicious cake of carnality. Thoughts of his master sexily subduing him with a cock-ring or a tight condom, of having his stiff length forced down someone's muzzle or up their rump made the gay cock-lizard shudder with delight and slobber some more slick, lubricating saliva on Ame's upper body.
"I..." he paused to swallow back some of the thick fluid that welled up within him, "I don't suppose you... we... might meet up with someone else later... I feel like... like I want to... be inside someone," the phallic monithon said, shivering pleasantly at the thought.
Rolling his hips and craning his long-ish neck downwards, Amethystine contorted himself a little to peer directly down over Delta's shaft-like shape, "More like you want to be inssserted.." he trailed off, his tongue sliding out to flit through the air between them, showing how easy it would be for him to extend his lengthy tongue just a bit farther to capture his cock, to lap and lick at the lust-filled lizard length that lay over his belly. Beginning to talk again and picking up where he left off, he softly said, "Inssserted over and over and over," continuing to mutter the words, he suddenly dips his head, pursed pythonic lips forming the strong "O" at the beginning of the word, coming within millimeters of mouthing his own maleness, the monitor.. giving him a tauntingly incomplete preview of potential oral-play in his future.
Despite the lack of contact, Delta's eyes lidded with pleasure, feeling his scales stiffen and warm at the taunting tongue fluttering just before him. He flicked his own slimy forked tongue towards Ame's, trying to share a messy kiss with his owner but Ame quickly withdrew his appendage, leaving Delta to whine, wanting, wild, wanton desires even further stirred up within his blended body. Deep inside his merged mass, he felt their shared testicles churn and tighten... though it was soon followed by a gurgling, empty sensation. Delta was quite surprised to find that it felt not unlike pangs of hunger, as though his stomach was growling.
"A-Ame... I feel weird. It's like I'm hungry..." Delta mumbled, trying vainly to reach his paws down towards his base, where their internal orbs were hidden and where the dull ache emanated from. But in his erect state, he was too tall and inflexible to ever hope to reach the tautly stretched slit where his thick, crimson core was anchored, let alone the balls below it.
Sitting up, Amethystine caused his shaft to shift and sway in place as he explained, "Quite right, it isss LIKE you're hungry. For you will never actually need to feed, asss my body will provide for your own.." The snake trailed off, seemingly struck by something he had forgotten to relay, he reached down to rub Delta's chest before adding, "You don't need to breathe any longer, asss well. But you can, if only ssso you can ssstill sssuck.. or blow." The last few words from the lamia were laden with light lust, his long fingers lingering around the lizard's lips as he stopped the slight stroking, leaving the tantalized tool to ache all the more, the sense of hunger returning twofold after being blotted out by the boidae's blissful touch. "But! Thingsss will be a lot more.." the python produced another pause to consider his choice of words, "_Fulfilling_.. if you do have sssomething to eat, from time to time."
"Eat? Y-yeah... that sounds good," Delta said, a faint smile coming over his slick muzzle as the thought of food ran through the cock's mind. He felt an odd lurch as Ame stood up, holding the front of his penile passenger so that the erect monithon maleness was pressed comfortably against his friend's front.. before he was let go of, bobbing up and down and softening slowly. He went from standing straight out from the snake's scuted slit to slightly swaying and dripping preseed into the grass 'far' below, still suitably stiff to keep him from flexing. He could see the last vestige of the setting sun's rays dip below the horizon as they left, leaving a lingering purple-orange glow and a faint, pleasant warmth in the dusk air; it was almost as nice as the inside of his slit.
The legged snake began to walk forward, making Delta giggle and jiggle as he bounced between the large legs, revelling in the freshness of feeling everything from a '_bird's_-eye view', as it were. The presence of the python's legs to either side of him, steadily stepping along, instead of making him feel insecure with his decreased stature, it filled him with confidence, a sense of being protected.. much the same thoughts he had about his lovely new home in Ame's vent, he realized. Although able to vaguely sense and clearly see that his host was walking uphill, Delta's downward-facing position meant he didn't know their destination until the diamond-checkered pattern of a deep blue-green blanket appeared under them. Ame sat down cross-legged in the centre of the rough, almost canvas-like cloth, before pulling a brown, rectangular wicker basket around to his front from somewhere to one side that Delta had not seen. Sitting lower in the python's lap, Delta couldn't see the contents of the picnic basket, though the thought of what it might hold made his twin 'stomachs', the serpent's testes, rumble with alien hunger.
There was a plastic-sounding *pop* of a lid coming off of a Tupperware container, and the scent of asian cuisine was in the air around Ame's lap. Delta detected the slick sound of the snake's slim tongue flapping and flowing through his lips, lapping up the appetizing aroma.
Delta, while watching his host's hands rummage around in the basket, asked: "What's going on, Ame?"
"Oh, nothing," soothed the snake, as the sinister sound of clicks from a pair of chopsticks sent a chill down where the monithon's spine used to be. Or was it a premonition of pleasure? Was the emptiness inside him not a need for simple sustenance, but rather the unpleasantness any throbbing cock might feel if it's erotic purpose was out of reach, limited by a lack of liquids? It was all so new to him, being a reptilian rod replacement.. an all-new role that he really relished, complete with all the learning curves that came with it. Instead of becoming befuddled with their blurred bodies and the altered activities that went along with them, he found himself going with the flow, literally and figuratively, figuring out the metaphorical and actual ins and outs of his position within the pythonic plumbing.
Perhaps part of the transformation made him more amenable to the alterations, his mental state switched to one where anything went. Or perhaps being liberated, as counter-intuitive as becoming bonded to another being as a 'liberation' must seem, freed from his former physical form, from his responsibilities and concerns and cares, letting Amethystine take care of everything, was what allowed him to let go and simply smile through it all. A vacation from being himself. A chance to experience only the most pleasurable parts of life for a brief but wonderful period in time.
It was a 'hemi-holiday', if you will. He could even take a break from walking for himself, as he had already seen as the snake had strolled over the hill. The all-inclusive python package that came with being a 'python package' himself even meant he wouldn't have to feed his own phallus-fronting face.
Which is why, when a slimy, salty, scrumptious scrap of a noodle hung in front of his head, Delta didn't pause more than a moment before opening his lizardine lips wide. With a speedy, sloppy slurp that sprayed his snout with soy sauce, the scalie-sex started to suck down the delicious dish. To his small size, the piece of pasta looked like it was a foot long, rather than the actual inch or two Ame had offered to him. To Delta, it seemed thicker than a noodle should be, as thick as his own tongue! It filled a fair portion of his mouth with sweet saltiness.. but also with a savoury sensuality, his maw and lips alight with lust-leaning feelings. He swallowed it after realizing he had nothing to chew with, and the taste had dulled. A different sort of delectation danced down his body as the diminutive delight was drawn deeper, disappearing into one of the divergent tunnels, leading the to left of his dual digestive depths, Amethystine's internal balls.
Noticing how the naga had hissed happily as his green guest grabbed and gobbled up the small section of their snack and was squirming on the squares of the picnic blanket by the time the tiny tidbit had hit bottom, Delta became aware of the difference in their distractions. To the lizard, the lunch was light on lust, because he was simply swallowing. But the snake was _sounding_. Or cock-voring, or something. Whatever he called it, feeling one's own organ opening and om-noming must have been blindingly better than a basic breakfast. But that's not to say that the cock-boy couldn't feel anything arising from his meal, just not as much as the serpent.
While he had hoped that all their pleasure would be shared equally, Delta found a perverse power in knowing that there would be ways for him to possibly hold sway over his host, even while held swaying beneath him. Nevertheless, it was still early in their repast, and the eager monitor had a hunch that his host had more in store.
Predictably, the python presented his pole with another noodle, one that was much longer, about half as long as the full-fledged floppy foodstuffs.. and the same length as the lizard-shaft. Delta snatched it up immediately and began to swallow, rather than holding it in his mouth. Inch after inch of slippery, still-warm noodle sank down the entire length of his tubular form as he swallowed it whole, in a snake-like fashion, without breaking its weak wetness. After the morsel was consumed completely, it partially and momentarily filled his scaly scrotum-stomach with a tingly, pleasant warmth as the lengthy noodle settled into his right orb. Delta had to suppress a powerful moan as the starchy substance slowly sank into a state of soupiness before becoming too blended to be noticeable. Meanwhile, the massive snake above was unable to contain his own moan.
Another noodle was instantly offered, and again, it was unfalteringly, unhalteringly devoured by the Delta-dick. As he swallowed smoothly, the full-size noodle was made to slither straight from the cuisine-container, through the cock and into the constrictor's cum-containers in one unbroken piece. The loveliness of the lengthy morsels were ever-increasing, becoming more than just double the delight with the two-fold length. The increases in intensity went on as the python pulled progressively more meaty mouthfuls to his monithon maleness with his ever-more unsteady hands, allowing Delta to take over while he leaned back and let the pleasure pour into his loins alongside the noodles.
When Delta found himself without a new set of noodles to nom, he focused on the fading fullness in his bellies. He realized just how much he had eaten for someone at his smaller size, as well as becoming cognizant of how fast the feeling of the food filling him fell away.
As Amethystine idly slurped down his own mouthful of noodles, having been sneaking samples of the snack here and there between feeding his phallus, Delta begged for more. "Mmm... more please.." he murmured, stretching forward a few inches to try to slurp up some more from the nearby container. His 'height' from being hard once more allowed him to see the small tub of tasty tangles that the snake held in front of his lap. Unfortunately, said hardness kept the cock from any further feeding. He huffed and crossed his arms in a slight sulk before idly feeling over the bulge upon his belly through which all the palatable pasta had passed, his throat, Amethystine's urethra. Soft resurgences of the sweet slurping sensations trundled along the half-hidden tube, pacifying the pene-person.
The ophidian felt the opposite, murmuring for Delta to stop before they both lost all control. He began to stow the soupy leftovers of the first course, simultaneously pulling out another. A bowl of grapes! Seedless, of course. Delta's eyes lit up upon seeing the pile of loose green orbs, nearly lunging towards them. He had always liked them before, but now.. something about their shape and size really appealed to him, on a deeper level. Maybe Ame liked them too, and it augmented his own affection for the sweet spheres. Amethystine chuckled and plucked one up to his own mouth to eat, leaving the bowl balanced on the small space created by his crossed lower legs, just in front of the hungry, hungry hemi.
"I think we need to calm down a bit, don't you?" remarked the reptile, relaxing as he reached for another green globe of goodness. At the announcement, Delta noticed how taut his scales had become, sensing the soft throbbing in the back of his head. Along with those signs of self-awareness, he took note of the patch of dampness on the cloth below him, just in front of the python's legs, nearer to him.. directly below him, in fact. A patch of pythonic preseed, probably produced during the preceding course of their fun feast. The fact that he hadn't noticed just how hot and heavy everything had become during his fleeting feeding frenzy made him pause to ponder a more proper pacing.
Slowly, the thrum of rushing blood in Delta's head began to dampen and diffuse, his excitement giving way once more to hunger. The lizard-cock's gaze sat fixed upon the bowl of grapes, a plaintive frown on his wet muzzle as he contemplated how he might reach them. Asking Ame for more didn't seem to be an ideal solution, but maybe if he tried to stretch out some he could reach them. Actually... no, his arms didn't extend nearly far enough to make that possibility probable. Surely the snake would require satiation soon enough and bring him the bowl!
As he continued to contemplate how he might cadge some of the sweet, succulent fruits just below, Delta noticed that they were quickly coming closer and closer to the tip of his snout. Of course! By diverting his dirty mind from thoughts of sex and stopping the stimulation to his scales, the monithon maleness had inadvertently softened enough to droop down and reach them. Delta's frown flipped into a smile as he wrapped his slippery, slickened lips around one of the fist-sized grapes and then swallowed it down whole. The fat green fruit made a noticeable bulge in his throat-urethra as it slowly sank down into his depths. Delta quivered with delight as his shaft-body rippled around the round, ripe treat, making his scaly hide heat up and re-harden. By the time it settled into oblivion inside his insatiable internal orbs, he was once again too stiff and high to reach the bowl. Feeling a bit like a flag flapping in the wind, the lewdly erect cock-boy gave a low whine and once again waited for his lingering libido to leave, to let him snatch up another sweet sphere.
Delta oscillated back and forth between standing erect in Ame's lap and bending low towards the bowl, able to suck up only a single grape before the all-encompassing arousal (at least, in Amethystine's estimation) of eating made him tense up tall once again. Even when he tried to slurp up two or three of the treats at once, the slippery lubricant dribbling down his muzzle and beginning to smear upon his fingers prevented him from getting a good grasp on more than one grape. All the while, Ame was only barely managing to eat his own spherical selections, tail twitching about behind him on the blanket as his penile partner plucked a particularly plump grape to push into the sensitive snout that was also Ame's cock-head, forcing a decent amount of ophidian ooze out of his open jaws. Delta paid his preseed little heed, smearing it across his snout as he messily ate.
The slippery snake-slime was rather required for the rod's repast in any case, especially for the largish lumps that the green grapes created. His body still possessed partial peristaltic pumping parts, but when his food didn't start out slickened by some soup, such as the noodles, it was good that he began brimming with the boy-broth, to help his huge-ish helpings hobble along his heated hemi-hole.
After a short while of the merged males munching on the mound of fruit, it was nearly gone, and Amethystine grabbed Delta after he had finished, stopping him from descending. The shaft's small arms still tried to stretch downwards to the bowl, regardless of how hopelessly out of reach it was. It seemed that the sex-organ could easily slip into a repeated set of motions, appropriately enough. It took him a moment to realize that the serpent was holding him back.. and just how many grapes he had devoured. He glanced down surreptitiously towards his base, beginning to wonder why his 'waistlines', Ame's balls, weren't wildly widened. One would think that the snake-mast's vast repast would have left the lamia's lap with some plump lumps, pressing out from his normally smooth crotch, due to being so filled with the phallus' food.
Watching as Amethystine picked up the remaining grapes and cupped them in his palm, Delta swallowed back a mouthful of grape-tinged goo to ask, "Ame.. what.. what's happening to everything I eat? It just.. it feels like it just fades away. Even after all that, I'm still sooo hungry..." The lizardine length's tongue flickered in the air, trying to taste the treats just out of sight in the picnic basket, but was hampered by all of the strong sexual scents that surrounded the sizable snake, not to mention the thick coating of constrictor cream covering both his tongue and his Jacobson's organ.
With gentle rubs, the snake kept his shaft, his guest, just stimulated enough to remain erect. He began to answer his cock's query while also presenting him with another smooth-skinned piece of produce. "Everything you eat.." he started, sighing softly in pleasure as Delta greedily pulled the first grape into his maw, "isss being turned into more fuel for our fire." He stopped again as he pressed another grape forward, only a short time after the first was slithering down Delta's body, hissing hotly at the doubled sensation of his sex's steady swallowing. "Extra esssence of eroticisssm.." he added, shifting his fingers again to pull a grape from his palm and push it past the lizard's lubed lips. Delta no longer bothered reaching his hands up to guide the grapes home, leaving it to the lamia so he could slip his slim limbs down within his host's loose grip, rubbing himself, revelling in the royal treatment.. being hand-fed grapes!
Quicker and quicker came the contoured, compact, seedless spheres.. going from evenly spaced to swiftly paced! The snake still spoke, but his words were lost on the leaking lizard, who could only feel the multitude of mounds as they made their way through his mass. With each gulp over a grape, the green-scaled snake-hood would bob and bounce in place, pulsing with powerful need, need that was oddly counteracted with the constant consumption, opposite forces building up against one another. After the last grape had been swallowed, Amethystine's hand upon his body vanished, Delta dreamily saw, later learning that the python had needed to lean back and grip the green-blue blanket below, lest he blow.
As the tightly packed lumps in a line made their way lower and lower, each vanishing into the serpent's vent with a faint flexing of the taut slit-lips, the hemi's haze halted, and he heard his host as he murmured the last of his (somewhat slurred) speech. "..ssso, you will alwaysss be hungry for one or the other, sssussstenance or sssex, food filling up our ballsss until you're primed to party. We could alwaysss jussst go on half a tank, of courssse.. but now that you know you can cache your cum, I have a feeling you'll agree with me when I sssay I want to fill you to bursssting, firssst-thing..?"
Feeling the spheres within the snake's own orbs beginning to soften and melt inside his body, fast becoming more serpent cum that added to the light load already in reserve, the scaled shaft could sense how his snacks sank into the serpentine seed, shrinking considerably. The mass of the meal was made much more manageable, more easily stored, the dinner condensing into carnal cream.
Recalling the snake's question after he paused to ponder his deviant digestion, Delta quickly nodded his head in reply, sending a neat line of slippery slobber across the blanket in front of the pythonic pair. Complex thought was fast becoming a difficult proposition for the stimulated scalie; while he knew he still could think for himself, it was so much easier, so much nicer just to let go and have fun, let Ame take care of everything. If anything, being a cock was an even more pleasurable proposition than he had imagined it. "More... please..." the merged monithon mumbled.
"There'sss plenty more in ssstore for you, my adorable augmentation," Amethystine announced. As if to prove himself correct, he pulled out an oddly appropriate appetizer on which any serpentine might dine. An egg. But not a typical egg, for he wasn't playing host to any typical snake. Delta detected drops of dampness dripping off of Amethystine's fingers, telling him that the shiny ovoid shape had been stored in liquid. It was a normal white chicken egg, but it surface seemed sleek and squishy.. a hardboiled egg! Idly mulling over the minor misnomer of calling such a soft, shell-less semi-solid state 'hard', Delta watched as the rubbery-looking shape loomed closer. As Amethystine aligned it for entry into his erogenous zone, the normally eager lizard hesitated upon seeing that his next course was, in fact, the size of his own head.
He raised his arms to ward off the white wall of approaching egg. "Wait, Ame!" he cried, his claws contacting the curved side of the slimy snack.
The egg stopped and was lifted away, letting Delta see Amethystine looking down at him, smiling softly. "Yesss?"
The maleness mumbled meekly, "Umm.. I'm thirsty?"
A sibilant snicker slipped from the snake, who popped the piece of poultry proto-form into his mouth and swallowed it without a second thought. Possessing the same affinity any snake would have for eating eggs, and being a naga who was normally much more massive, Delta imagined that Amethystine could most likely down chicken eggs the same way that an average anthro could consume candy corn.
"Certainly! Forgive me, my pleasssurable passsenger, I'll procure a potent potable for you, possst-hassste!" proclaimed the python, pulling out another egg.
With an apprehensive look on his face and tone in his voice, Delta remarked, "Unless that egg is actually a tiny thermos, I think you missed the mark."
"Oh, but doesssn't it?" quipped Ame, tapping the ovoid with his claws, a solid *clack* resounding. Clearly, it was an egg that had not been boiled at all. He kept tapping it, as though trying to hammer home a point.. but when the shell split, it was revealed that he was simply hammering open a neat circular hole.
"Hmmm, I _guess_ someone could drink the insides, but.. it wouldn't really be _refreshing_, would it?" Delta deliberated, as the snake demonstrated his 'drink'. While Ame carefully extracted his fingertip from the egg-shell, the lap-locked lizard could see thick strands of the sticky egg-white clinging to the claw, stretching and hanging in the space between the recently opened ovoid and the reptilian digit. He found himself transfixed by the sight, especially as the very end of the serpent's pointed extremity exited, dripping with the smooth yellow of the yolk.
Only after Amethystine turned the tear in the fragile fowl frame to face away from his phallus did Delta think to blink and come back to his senses. He immediately had two thoughts: One, that the simple sight of the egg's innards had mesmerized him, making the moment while the spheroid's slime was revealed seem to stretch out. And two, that his mouth was dry, he was thirsty and he _really_ wanted to drink those dense, viscous fluids.
"..I sssaid: 'Why don't you jussst try it and tell me if you find it refreshing?' Hello? Are you lissstening to me?" prodded the python.
"What? Ahh.. 'kay..." Delta dizzily replied, hardly hearing his host's gentle admonishment. After Ame brought the vital vessel near, he opened his maw wide, clamping his soft, sensitive lips down around the hole in the husk and began to suck the goopy, nutrient-rich nourishment right out of it. Drinking down each delicious drop was a strange experience for the serpentine sex-organ. Feeling the cool, goopy egg yolk make its way down his tubular body was like an inverted orgasm.. the normally hot speed of seed upwards was replaced by a cool, slow flow downwards, the blinding bliss of blowing one's wad was replaced by a soft sweetness as the slime sank south. One might have thought it would be the same experience as when he was gulping down grapes or nomming noodles, but it was as different a delight as dining and drinking were for anyone else.
It was also a delight to the python, who shivered and shook as the drink went on, barely able to hold the egg steady by the end of his intimate area's imbibing.
Looking back on it, Delta surmised that having pre-seed as saliva would have also made drinking an egg a bit different for him, because he actually did feel rather refreshed when he polished off the potable piece of poultry. He peeled his penile pucker off of the pint-sized hole and politely covered his mouth before burping lightly. The tiny bubble of gas made Ame gasp, feeling it escape from his erect shaft. Both laughed and continued with their luncheon.
First was the softened spheroid that Delta had denied the first time around, a hardboiled egg. When Amethystine held it up to him the second time, he lunged at it with jaws agape.. and stalled out as he struck the slippery curves. The lamia above laughed and moaned as his length was lodged with the majority of the egg's slimmer side between its lips. Holding out his palm like a wall, the snake's steady scales provided a place for the plugged pythonic penis to push against, working his way over the apex of the egg, using the serpentine stretchiness he had been imbued with to conquer the contoured ovum. As his hemi-body tingled, Delta could feel his host squirming in place, tail twisting about in pleasure as the fat bulge of the soft egg stretched his urethra with its delightful descent.
Then, there were the hot dogs, which Delta was sure would be his favourite as the first flopped into view.. a bit thinner than the grapes had been and perfectly smooth and tubular. He had always preferred a more authentic frankfurter in the past, but the mass-manufactured streamlining of the slippery sausage was ideal for his interesting dietary needs. He greedily sucked it down, going faster than either of the integrated individuals would have guessed, causing the constrictor to cry out and grab great handfuls of the checkered cloth beneath his behind as the inside of his shaft was struck all at once. After they recovered, they both bashfully admitted to one another that they wanted a few more of the salty dogs.
After opting for two, due to how a pair placed end to end was the closest match for Delta's height, they deciding to down them both together, one immediately after the other, so that their lusty length would be filled with the slithering meat, from throbbing head to veiny, vent-based bottom. As they put their plan in motion, they found the first time around to have been a fleeting fluke, the twin lengths of meat not moving quite as quickly, their minds ready for the onslaught of sensation. It still felt incredible, but did not overwhelm them. At the least, the lizard learned how huge (compared to him) mouthfuls would hit bottom in a special sort of stomach directly below his base, stopping there briefly before beginning to melt, bit by bit; the lowest part of any long food turning to seed and allowing the rest to descend, following the same pattern. He hugged himself happily as a sense of warmth emanated up from the churning fluids, feeling the last wiener gradually sliding down, towards its turn to be transformed into 'spare sexual supplies' before it would be siphoned away into the boidae's balls.
Next came a banana, which Amethystine teasingly peeled before Delta's eyes, revealing the soft, yet sizable pillar of pliable, palatable produce.. which he plunged into his penile partner, mid-pause. The sneaky snake had been saying something about how phallic the fruit was, or how serpentine (or both), when he pretended to pause and ponder a point he was making. Delta had begun to yawn when the yellow fruit was suddenly slammed into his gaping gullet. Far from being flustered, the monithon moaned and mouthed over the massive, creamy column, careening with his cohort into a realm of rapturous pleasure as the python pushed upon the peeled pole until he was simply petting his hemi's messy, fruit-mush stained head while still blinded with bliss.
Getting a grip on themselves, the serpent cleaned up his cock with a soft cloth.. and nearly lost himself to lust once more. Delta demanded more food, fortunately snapping the python out of his brief break with self-control.
"And now, 'la piece de resistance', something guaranteed to fill you with all the fluids you'll need (for now).. a food that actually has the word 'cum' in it..!" Amethystine simply trailed off as he reached deep into the basket and brought out a beautiful, big _beam_ of a vegetable.. a cucumber!
Delta had begun to smile and was opening his maw wide.. until he saw just how big the vegetable was compared to his own size. The cucumber was as wide around and a bit longer than the cock himself, surely the work of a mad botanist! It was, in fact, something Ame had managed to grow for just such an occasion. "Uh.." he began to say, his host's lust slickening his lips even as he eyed the enormous, solid hunk of vegetable, "..are you sure I can eat that?"
Letting loose a laugh that seemed to say 'heck if I know!', Amethystine whooped, "Sure I'm sure!" in a tone that didn't bestow much more confidence than his slightly crazed cackle.
Before the shaft could hesitate any further or think to protest, the snake's hand was upon him, soothing his worries with wondrous strokes, stoking the flames of his hunger for both more food and more pleasure until he could neither deny the devious dominator, nor move his maleness mass. When he laid eyes on the vegetable again, it had gone from 'chilling' to 'challenge', something to conquer, rather than cower before. As the long, light green staff was brought nearer, the naga took a moment to compare the fruit of his garden to the 'fruit of his loins', holding the two together to see how close he had matched their sizes with his potion and fertilizer guess-work.
"Hmmm, a pretty good match up, if I do sssay ssso myssself.." mused Ame, rubbing the two shafts together, side by side. He slid the cool cucumber under Delta's body and pressed it against the slightly squishable flesh of the phallus' front, making both male and maleness moan as they took a moment to imagine the intimidating morsel being in the same place, just _within_ the sentient cock, stretching his entire being at once.
A veritable river of slimy pre-slobber ran down Delta as he sized up the vegetable, his eyes hazy and unfocused as undiluted arousal ran through his erect form. Slowly, he began to stroke the gourd with the tips of his tiny claws, feeling the firmness of the green skin and the juicy interior beyond it. "Well..?", he began, giving Amethystine a coy smile as he tried to wrap his arms around the pole-like plant. "What are you waiting for, big guy? Gonna give me a hand?" Before giving Ame a chance to respond, he closed his eyes and began to lick the top of the 'green giant', pressing his lips against the top of the cucumber and sucking on it lightly, teasingly tasting it, withdrawing his muzzle every few seconds to make sure his arousal simmered but did not boil over. All the while, the python's pre poured over the piece of produce, priming it for insertion.
The little performance also primed the python, who panted, squirming in place once more. It seemed that the shaft was slowly starting to learn how to effect his host almost as much as Amethystine could control his cock. But all males knew they were slaves to their sexes anyway. Smirking, the snake simply said, "Yesss, sssir!" when Delta paused long enough for the constrictor to regain his composure. Deftly flipping the formidable meal around to align the two stiff shafts into one long, lean line of green, Ame pressed the slime-soaked tip of the food to the similarly sloppy phallus' face, who immediately, voraciously launched into the end of the most lengthy, most lust-filled lunch he had ever experienced.
Delta dug his diminutive claws into the cool cucumber core and pulled as hard as he could, feeling the fluid-rich flesh being rent asunder by his tugs, he greedily imagined the entire vegetable as nothing more than fuel for future fornication, to fill his gluttonous, bottomless balls. He wanted to feel his form swell up with sweet, sweet seed, until his scales could contain it no longer. He wanted to feel like he shared a swimming pool's worth of the sticky stuff with his serpentine friend, his hot, handsome, hunky host. Delta wanted to be the best, hardest, fullest cock ever for his friend, the glorious snakeman who shared his body and thoughts and feelings wholly and completely.
The initial introduction of the vegetable into Amethystine's 'intimates' and Delta's interior, so wrought with wondrous and wild feelings of filling and sweet stretching of scales, passed quickly as the pair pulled and pushed in tandem to tuck the towering cucumber inwards. Delta's mouth was forced more open than it had ever been, the two halves of his lower jaw coming slightly apart to allow the enormous entering mass to move down into himself. He had felt like he was eating the other morsels, but with the cucumber, it was more like he was being impaled upon the stiff, phallic object, his whole shaft-self stretching to accommodate its shapely size. Were he not attached to Ame, he knew it would have gone clean through him. Of course, instead of exiting his non-existent end, he gleefully realized the robust repast would instead be received by their shared reptilian receptacles.
All the while, Delta's sensitive scaly hide was being blissfully bent from the inside. As the large lump in his upper reaches extended into a lengthening ridge that re-configured the front of his body, nothing but pleasure poured into his pounding head.. aside from the pulsing of the python's blood, that is. He could feel the overlapping, light green scales of his belly becoming further and further apart from one another, the entirety of his front fading to a faint tinge of his former shade, due to the amount of white, stretchy skin that was showing up between individual scales. The extremely elastic skin was clearly another trait he had inherited from the serpent's coils, when he had first become a lizard-lamia.
Due to the chaos of the cock's mind, consumed as it was by (appropriately enough) the consumption of the cucumber, he did not notice his host's rapturous reactions until Amethystine rammed a huge portion of the produce further down his gullet. Gagged by the gargantuan greenery, the monithon maleness' mouth could only moan more as Ame cried out, joyously. Delta realized the snake was flat on his back on the picnic blanket, and had wound the thin, tapered end of his long tail around the veggie, the appendage curled up between his legs to hold onto the cucumber. His arms were flat on the ground, bracing himself for the full body lunges he was making, arching his back upward at the slowly sinking spire of food.
The unfathomable feelings flowing through the phallus only went further and further as the tug of his esophagus and Amethystine's constant downward push continued, causing the pleasure to pile up. It was as if the cucumber's presence was a plug to their pleasure, and the more it descended into Delta's depths, the more intense the sensations became as they were 'compressed' beneath the behemoth. That was the secret to the feeding of their sexual appetites: The pieces of food they ate in that manner would cause them coital-levels of lust while within the lizardine shaft's throat, but also block it simultaneously.. and as the food fell into the space below, the pleasure would vanish before the blockage, leaving them wanting more! As soon as Delta's jaws were no longer jammed open with the vegetable, the top of it sliding down into his throat.. even before the solid substance of the cucumber could fully melt into hot, thick serpent-cream, even as their balls began to bloat bigger and bigger, the cock could only lick his slick lips and search for something more to force past them... and he found the perfect thing pressing down against him.
Amethystine, hands full with bunches of blanket and eyes cast backward over the hill behind their picnic spot (as well as the insides of his sockets as they rolled even farther back in his fervour), was only hazily aware of what was happening around his maleness. All he knew, all that mattered, was how marvellously moan-inducing it was. So he kept pushing down on the cucumber, feeling his testes tightening, beginning to go from being hidden away internally, to bulging out against the scales of his groin, finally nearing something of a complete cum-capacity. He rolled his head from side to side in the unending onslaught of sexual sensations, swearing to himself that it had gone on forever and a day.
Still, something nagged at him, somewhere deep in his mind. Or rather, on the surface, since he was busy diving into the depths of delight within his own brain.
But, like a need for air, the nagging thought was bringing him out of the ocean of awe-inspiring ophidian pleasure, forcing him to surface from the dream-like daze. As soon as his consciousness broke back out of the briny sea of sex to a more aware state, although still drenched with desirable feelings, he sat up straight in an instant with the thought that had brought him back: 'Why is the cucumber getting _thicker_?' Despite how wondrously tight it made his Delta-dick feel, he had known that it shouldn't have been happening!
It took the python a moment to realize what he was looking at, so loopy with lust was he. His tail, which he had been using to shove the vegetable down into Delta, looked like it was.. behind his shaft? No! His cock was consuming his own tail! He could hear the lizard-length lovingly lavishing it with licks and moaning as he mouthed over it, slowly stretching around the gradually thickening appendage. "Ack! Delta! Ssstop!"
Equally oblivious to anything being amiss, the sentient, emerald erogenous zone was sucking with zeal, despite the new meal's sudden lack of downward momentum. In fact, it had begun to pull back up and out! While the sudden reversal brought about a whole new slew of fabulous feelings, he fought against it, tensing his throat and clamping his lips shut around the smooth, scaly surface of the current course in his fornicative feast. Somewhere, someone was calling out to him, though. Something didn't seem right, so he eventually relented, the tapering length whipping up and out of his body, brushing over his lips in a flash.. said speedy exit was extra erotic, similar to an actual orgasm, he imagined.. with something flowing out of his mouth so nicely. It made his whole body tingle as the entire escapade with the cucumber and the long wriggling meal came to a buzzing, blissful end. He might have lost control and came with quite the crescendo, had the python not been in more control over his bodily partner.
It was then that Delta realized that a 'scaly', 'wriggling' meal might have been a bad sign. He blinked, seeing what he had been eating. "Ack! Ame! I'm sorry!" he yelped, noticing that the naga had also been busy berating him for biting the tail that fed him.. so to speak.
"Bad bitsss! Naughty nethersss!" Ame shouted, half laughing, "How dare you try to turn my tail into more sssex-sssoup!"
"Sorry! It's just.. I'm still hungry!" the monithon said, affecting innocence and acting as cute as possible.
Sighing, the snake shook his head at Delta. "Are you really? I thought you'd be full by now.." he trailed off as he began to examine his tail-tip for signs of soupification. A good portion of the length was coated in his own pre, from the inside of his urethra, but the end was covered in cum. It seemed as though it had sank into the stuff that made the foods fade into fluids and had come out unscathed. "Well, that'sss a relief," he muttered, realizing he must be immune to his own 'venom', in a way. Glancing back to the pouting penis, he rolled his eyes and smirked, sliding the tip of his tail back towards the tall erection. "Fine, here, clean thisss up, you hungry hungry hemi."
Delta smiled shyly and picked up the tailtip with his tiny arms, pulling it close enough so that he could lick the slick seed from the serpentine length. The cum-coating went down quite smoothly; the cockboy found that his own stuff tasted nice and easily flowed down into his testes. Even though they were aching for release, it felt good to force further fluids down into them, delaying the inevitable while also increasing the power of the potential passion. But before he could slurp up the last of the seed, the faint flavour of something rich and sweet in the air caught his attention.
The shaft flicked his long, forked tongue through the air, ignoring the slight shivers it caused in his host as he searched for the source of the sweet, delicious scent. It made him even hungrier! "What IS that?" he pondered aloud. He lapped up the last of the ooze clinging to the tip of Amethystine's tail and zeroed in on the enticing aroma.. twisting around to find the python holding something wrapped up in wax paper. Evidently, the item had been concealed somewhere deep in the picnic basket, and sealed up tightly, because the monithon maleness would have surely smelled it before then. It certainly seemed like the serpent had begun to unwrap it to get his organ's attention. Ame fiddled with the mystery food, twirling the vaguely oblong shape between his fingers. It was still cocooned in the preservative paper, but it was now loose and leaking that familiar scent. It smelled like the culinary equivalent of eroticism, distilled delight.
"Wha.. what is that?" queried the cock, straining against the stiffness in his blood-bulged core, half turned around to watch the snake spinning the smallish treat in place.
"Oh, jussst your desssert. Your 'jussst desssertsss', even," quipped the constrictor, coolly. The stylish facade faltered when he tried to flip the feast-finisher from one hand to the other and half-missed the catch, causing the white paper bundle to bounce wildly through the air, flying away from Ame's grasp, past Delta (who also tried to spring upwards and grab it), over the presumably empty picnic basket, and onto the picnic blanket beyond. "Oopsss!" was the ophidian's ineffectual response.
Giving a slight shrug and a quiet 'Sorry' to Delta, the snake slunk forward onto his knees, crawling forward to retrieve the errant item.. whatever it was. Delta felt a lurch as he was up-ended, sticking straight down from Ame so stiffly that he nearly brushed the blanket beneath them. But before he could lodge a formal complaint with his host, he found his tongue preoccupied with another errant smattering of succulent scent in his surroundings. It was a hearty scent, a hunk of thick, fatty, melt-in-your-mouth meat; possibly some sort of summer sausage? It was so strong that even inverted, the lizardine length's twin-tined tongue could track it into the picnic basket just in front of him...
As luck would have it, the naga needed to crawl a bit more forward while in search of the sweet treat, giving the quickly softening shaft the opportunity to investigate the source of the meaty scent. Evidently, Amethystine's embarrassment at his fumble was causing him to lose quite a lot of sexual steam. Delta didn't mind, especially since he was free to flex himself upwards and over the approaching wall of wicker, smoothly slipping himself into the basin of the basket. He found the remnants of their repast, containers and plastic wrap and packaging. He was also overcome with the savoury smell of the meat, but he could not see it.
Not at first.
It's funny how when someone is searching intently for something, they default to a state of mind where they look under, around and beside things, as if looking for something small and easy to lose. More often than not, the item in question is metaphorically staring the searcher in the face. Such was the case with the maleness and his missing meat.. so massive was the summer sausage that he had mistaken it for a fixture of the basket's interior, lining one of the sides of the basin's bottom. He had even attempted to look around it a couple times, so strong was the scent near the large, log-like 'obstacle'.
Delta then thought that, at last, his hunger might be put to rest.
Meanwhile, Amethystine was trying to offset the upset in his planned path with a bit of banter, "Yesss, I think thisss isss the sssort of treat you'll enjoy in both form and flavour..." he said, chuckling to himself as he loomed over the basket on his hands and knees, oblivious to how his organ shifted and twisted actively within the straw-hewn container. He finally snatched up the treat, it had been much closer to the picnic basket than he thought, half hidden from him under the over-turned lid while he had searched the rest of the checkered cloth's expanse with his eyes and hands. He remained on his knees and one hand while he clutched the sweet-smelling dessert. The white paper had parted slightly thanks to the tumble it took, revealing a rounded, dark brown shape that Delta would have identified -correctly- as the crown of an erect, circumcised chocolate cock.. had he been looking in the right direction.
Instead, Delta only had eyes for the enormous sausage he had found. It was twice as thick as the cucumber had been and twice as long and he had already pulled it into a position where he could begin to stretch his limber, lubricant-lined lips and line up his luckily loose, limp length with the massive meat. Wasting no time as he felt Amethystine's muscles shifting in preparation to pull back, the insatiable serpentine shaft lunged forward with his jaws agape, nearly open to a full 180 degrees. As he landed upon his target's rounded end, his mouth moulded to the meat. It was far too big to simply insert with a simple spring.
Above the basket, Amethystine gasped as he felt his phallus fling itself onto a new feast without his prior planning. The lack of his consent wasn't what made him freeze in place, though. The extremely intense and unexpected nature of the sudden suckling his sex was keeping him from doing anything more than tensing up in shock, still precariously balanced over the picnic basket. He let out little hisses and quivered quietly as his cock was stretched farther than he thought possible. Delta felt like he was climbing overtop of something as he forced his upper jaw further and further over and around the top of the sausage.. simultaneously slithering his lower lip down around the bottom, the corners of his mouth tingling with the last of their previously unused elasticity. Nerve-endings were drawn taught, so that each and every one of them became almost clearly definable to both the blended body-partners.
Slowly, Delta began to swallow down the first few millimeters of the mammoth meatstick, the sheer size of the sausage finally fulfilling his aching hunger. His taut, scaly shape felt like nothing more than a conduit for the column of cold-cut, every last inch of his insides stretching with intense, torturously pleasurable strain to accommodate it. The rush of pounding blood in his throbbing, engorged head was so loud he could hardly hear his host's feeble cries; indeed he could hardly even hear his own powerful, eager sucks. Furiously forcing his face down harder, he managed to cram a sizable stretch of the semi-soft meat deep down into his throat- partially assisted by his body's sudden inclination to get as hard as possible, pushing his still bent body forward, further over the pole- and began in earnest to swallow.
A sibilant stream of weak protests poured from the python's mouth, unable to do much more than kneel there and watch as his dick disobeyed him. He couldn't believe what Delta was doing, and the harder he tried to resist the rapturous ripples of bliss that blossomed from his bits, the more intense and incapacitating they seemed. His limbs were locked in place, and the poor, abused picnic blanket received a bit more punishment as he dug his claws into the cloth below.. and into the milk chocolate maleness. As he felt himself beginning to tilt to one side, thanks to his uneven tripod stance, his pleasure-produced petrifaction had finally passed. At least enough for him to roll onto his back and keep the almost crushed, beginning-to-melt choco-cock from being even further damaged. He keeled over, flat onto his back, and was witness to how his monitor-merged-maleness, and the massive meatstick that was evidently anchored enough to whip out of the basket with it, both came smoothly with him, towering over his body.
Finally seeing them fully, the snakeman groaned, managing to pull the chocolate shaft out of the wax paper and put it into his own mouth, sucking on it to soothe himself as his body betrayed him.. in the most marvellous way possible, of course. He hadn't meant for his nethers to nab the meat, it was supposed to be HIS dessert! The python had planned to cool things off by feeding Delta the lewd bit of expertly crafted cocoa, only letting his lusty length suck on the sweet sex organ while he had the super-sized, succulent sausage. He panted, moaning and squirming powerlessly in place as the two-part pillar before him slowly but surely collapsed in upon itself, the wide wiener vanishing into his own beefy meat.
The only thing that ran through Delta's head (aside from the gigantic beefy beam) were thoughts of sex. The constant consuming of all the food he could contain was in service of his own sexual satisfaction. His and Amethystine's. So as he stretched and swallowed mightily once more, feeling almost one third of this length distending around the dark red diameter, he couldn't fathom why the snake below him wouldn't want to press on.. and press in the pole for him. He kept going without his host's help, nevertheless.. all concepts of 'too much food', 'too much sex', and 'too much pleasure' were lost on him, his freedom from responsibility as a phallus also reduced him, in his rapturous state, into a being of pure, unrestrained id. He was at the bottom of the ocean of bliss that Ame had been diving into earlier, and he didn't need to breathe. He was an anchor that pulled the python down with him, into a sea of sinful sensations where the snake couldn't last for long.
On a more conscious, non-metaphorical level, the cocklizard felt the sausage start to topple a bit, forcing his stiff shape to bend to the side, but although most of the summer sausage stood up above his muzzle, Delta's hold was far too firm to falter. His paws struggled to right the tower of meat, and another section sunk past his pre-slickened lips. Over and over again, he swallowed, every inch, every millimeter was a struggle, albeit a succulent, satisfying, gloriously fulfilling one. A shudder ran through his steel-stiff form as he felt the sausage pass the halfway point inside his body. The cocklizard couldn't stop to reflect on the audacity of eating something bigger than himself- all he could do was keep eating, sucking, swallowing, eager to make the meat into more male essence.
Faintly, the cock could feel Amethystine writhing weakly under him, legs and arms and tail twisting about aimlessly as his body was wracked with ferocious feelings. He never would have believed it beforehand, but the birthday boy whom he had planned to dominate for days.. so easy to control and conquer as a fully independent individual, had become able to render him helpless at the drop of a hat as a mere maleness.. his maleness! Or the drop of a humongous hunk of meat, at least. If his body wasn't alight with the heat that radiated out from his pelvis, he might have thought it was ironic.
Instead, the only thought in Amethystine's head was 'Stop the sausage!' To that end, he swallowed what was left of the lewd dessert and overcame the overwhelming ocean of bliss that saturated his every scale, suddenly seizing the squishy cylinder. It took every last little bit of his will to do it with his weakened arms, but he stopped its inward inching.. only a quarter of the cock's length away from the bottom. Slowly but surely, he began to extract the enormous monolith.
Feeling the thick meat suddenly pull back from his face made the throbbing lizard-member fume with frustration. The meal was so close to his aching testes, so close to fulfilling that ever-present emptiness in his orbs! If Delta could have voiced his anguish, the words would not have been fit to print! Girding himself for a fight, the hungry, half-humanoid hemipene threw his arms around the slick sausage skin, dug them in as deep as he could, and began to swallow again in earnest, tensing himself as tightly as possible every time he wasn't actively pulling the pole back down to stop the serpent. He didn't even have the presence of mind to consider the wisdom of his actions; the cockboy was a willing slave to his deviant desires. Though the lizard was as fond of his food as the next scalie, he had never imagined that the simple act of struggling to swallow something big could induce such sexual bliss. Being part of the python had given him a whole new perspective on predation.
Wondrously, it worked! The dick defied his owner, the unexpected spikes of pleasure that pulsed from the penis as the pole was pulled up and down, back and forth, it ruined the reptile's resolve, the constrictor could no longer keep his grip. He cried out in the most blissful confusion as he found the sausage too deep to tug out, stuck fast with his own sticky pre and his shaft's impossibly tight hold. All will to fight left him as the lust rushed back up over his mind, dunking him back into the depths of delight. But he did not slip so quietly under the surface, beginning to roll and writhe much more than before, causing the struggle between the maleness-monithon and his meal to become rather erratic as well as erotic.
Amethystine's struggling grew more and more pronounced as his hold slipped, the snakeman swinging from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the sexual storm wracking his body. But all his flailing accomplished was to force the meatstick sticking out of his shaft slowly ever-deeper. The sausage began to strike the ground under him with dull, wet whacks as he rolled around from side to side, sending sympathetic shocks up his Delta-hood and through his body. The penis' peristalsis was in a panic, his gulping gullet was being bashed by the shuddering shakes of the meat it contained, thanks to the thwacks the sausage was subjected to. The violent whipping back and forth was almost doing a better job of slowing his swallowing than when the snake was actually trying! Every few seconds, he could feel the fullness in his centre slipping skyward. It made him tingle with shades of the monstrous orgasm he had been trying to prepare for, the miniscule movement up and out of his body was _almost_ enough to push him from 'consume' to 'climax'. Almost. He held fast to the object of his obsession, needing to finish what he started.
It was too much for the poor python; letting out a loud, slutty, sibilant sound, the serpent wrapped his trembling hands around the end of the sausage and began to push it in. He knew he'd never over-power the devious Delta-dick and reverse the rapturous situation, so, after giving in to the groin-grinding, groan-inducing, grass-gripping pleasure of it all, the serpent strove to speed it up, to free himself from it all the faster. Blissful as it was, it was too much of a good thing, a good thing that threatened to make his head, his heart or his hungry hemi explode. Even though the sudden seizure and southward squishing the snake set in motion upon the sausage would almost assuredly accelerate any bodily bursting, the male's muddled mind could only conceive of the idea of powering through the pasture of pleasure towards the sudden drop into a valley of orgasm and afterglow.
Luckily for the lust-addled lamia, the lubricating liquids from his ever-licking length had not stained the surface of the sausage where his scaly hands wrapped around it. His hold might have been an exercise in phallic futility if the pre had gotten onto his palms. As it was, the meat was slightly slippery, due to the fat that almost literally seeped out of its skin. He pulled and pulled, panting and moaning, but only managed to quicken his cock's consumption of the column by a very small margin. Moreover, it made the meat plunge down by about an inch at a time, but then also immediately spring back up at the same time, while Delta's efforts to swallow the cylinder kept it slowly sinking into the snakeshaft, the same efforts kept it from going anywhere too fast, what with his firm hold on his food.
The rapid, repeating 'bounces' up and down through Delta's throat did not deter Amethystine, though, who continued to pull down on the pole of sweet meat for as long as his grip lasted with each attempt. Not needing to fight with his friend any longer, Delta redoubled his efforts and swallowed as hard as he could, his entire form focused on the effort. Each time he did so, Ame pushed and the sausage sank further and further into his shaft-body, their teamwork overwhelming what had first felt like a foodstuff too far. Leaving aside for a moment how erotic it was on an abstract level to be consuming a stick of meat nearly twice his size whilst transformed into his friend's cock, the sheer physical sensations the eating gave Delta were well beyond words. Though the gay monitor had indeed been quite thoroughly filled in his days, it had never been with anything so sizable, relatively speaking, and it had never been while turned into a living instrument of pleasure, a conduit of carnal sensations and constrictor cum entirely devoted to the erotic. It was as if he had been bound up and thrown into an endless ocean of pleasure, but instead of drowning had suddenly discovered he could breathe underwater.
Slowly, the sausage neared the halfway mark, so deep into Delta that the bottom abutted the churning cum-chamber right in front of his shared testes, even though the top still stood nearly a foot in the air above the shaft's head. When the rounded bottom of the delicious, fatty meat finally entered into the hot, bubbling remains of the previous repast- freshly converted into snakeseed- both monithon-maleness and python froze and stiffened with pleasure. He felt the very tip of the all-meat meal melt inside him with a wave of fiery-hot pleasure, turning into cum almost immediately.. it was as though their arousal affected the effectiveness of the deviant digestion, speeding it up even more than the regularly rapid rate. The very millisecond that happened, Delta's whole body quivered and a dry orgasm ran through him, his fluids unable to flow past the blockage of the sausage, sloshing up against the sausage, splashing and causing more to 'cumify'. Though the orgasmic contractions running through his body worked ferociously to force the meat from him, Ame's resolve never faltered (or he was just hanging onto the hunk of meat for dear life). The naga continued to pull hard on the middle of the meatstick, forcing it down into his quivering cock, working through pleasure so intense his foot-claws ripped clean through the blanket below him.
The unexpected ripping noise penetrated the python's mind while he was preoccupied with a more powerful, pleasurable penetration.. but it also reminded him that he was sitting on the ground, and that the earth existed. He had honestly forgotten what planet, realm, world or universe he was in at the time. But, being back on the blanket (mentally), lead the lamia to a lucky, lusty idea. He let go of the meat and flipped himself around, back onto his hands and knees and toes. Despite the marvellous, muscle-spasm-making bliss of it all, he focused through the feelings to firmly plant the swaying end of the sausage into one of the holes he had accidentally torn in the checkered cloth below him. With the picnic blanket secured by his weight upon his hands and feet all around the cut in the cloth, the meat was held still as the snake lowered his hips enough to press the grass flat under the sausage. He was going to use the very ground as leverage to force the fatty pole up into himself.
As Amethystine began to put his weight on the wide tube of potential spooge, almost all conscious thought for both blended body-mates began to blur into a bog of bestial bliss and shameless abandon. If they hadn't already sunk to that level, at least. It was two shades of grey away from a full black-out, but the boidae managed to stay up and kept stuffing his sex with sausage while said sex simply swallowed and was swept away on a sea of satisfaction.
Delta's near insatiable hunger was suddenly being sated as the one salty substance was substituted for another, from sausage to spooge, at a speed he thought impossible. In their fornicative feast until then, Amethystine had always allowed his lizard length to go at his own pace, never actually forcing food downwards once it was inside.. but as the snake did so, it became apparent that he should have tried it at least a little. Hunching and humping slightly downwards, the thick wiener vanished into the _other_ thick wiener that was present, its mass melting and being siphoned away into the snake's hidden, internal balls.. although, said spheres would not stay concealed. With the python's long, serpentine tail winding and whipping through the air with his pleasure, one would have been able to clearly see how his groin was apparently growing.. growing a pair of plump balls! The snake's scutes distended and expanded, filling out with two very sizable-looking swells. It was if a pair of already-full balloons were surfacing through his flesh, not a matter of newly-made orbs filling from empty. The heavy handfuls hung down, coming to reside in the space one would imagine they should have! They brushed up against the bottom of Delta's thick base, where he exited from the snake's slit, and continued to expand as more meat was made into male essence and pumped into those scale-coated containers of cum.
Quite suddenly, Delta was forced to blink his unfocused eyes back into reality as his throbbing snout met cool, tickling grass, the surprise of the feeling making his ongoing orgasmic shivers heighten for a couple of seconds. He realized that somehow the last of the sausage had been crammed down his gullet by a combination of gravity and Amethystine's thrusting mass, the ravenous hunger that once haunted him swiftly fading into fulfillment. Laughing quietly as he swallowed down the length of sausage still in him, Delta felt his lower body flooding and fattening with what felt like litres of cum. He was so focused on finishing his meal he hardly noticed Ame was still grinding him into the grass, making the lizardpene shiver with pleasure even though it was no longer helping him down his dinner. Delta felt so heavy, so tense, so very *full* of his friend's essence, every element of his body ripe and ready to fulfil his purpose as a penis.
Just then, something else shocked the monithon at that moment, something so unexpected and wildly weird that nothing that had happened before could have prepared him for it.
He didn't feel anything. There was suddenly a complete lack of sweet, sinful stimuli. The sausage still stretched most of his body below his torso with a pleasing fullness and the dual stomachs that were their shared balls below were still stuffed with unheard-of amounts of serpentine cum, but for a moment, there was no new, mind-blowing moan-making pleasure. His body, still rather near to the edge of orgasm, was being swung upwards slowly, stiff and stretched with sausage.. but unmolested for the first time in what felt like forever. Delta was able to re-orient his mind as he was himself re-oriented, un-erringly erect, firmly standing at attention out of Amethystine's lap, about 45 degrees from the ground. Being able to turn his head thanks to the meat no longer holding it in place, he could see that Ame had sat up onto his knees, his legs spread to make way for their sloshing, seed-swollen spheres.
Delta could see the python panting, his broad, cream-coloured, scuted chest rising and falling with his barely contained bliss. The snake glanced down, and they caught each other's gaze. Ame's slightly agape jaws closed to give Delta a meaningful nod, and Delta did much the same, surreptitiously swallowing as the meat was gradually pulled down by his gripping gullet. They managed to say a lot without speaking in that moment.. both had silently confirmed their absolute enjoyment of their experience so far, assuring one another that they were ready to rush towards the fluid-flushing finale. Amethystine even managed to smirk at his sex with a slight hint of scolding for the shaft-lizard's sausage snatching.. scolding and retroactive approval for the naga-like nethers' naughtiness. If they had been the same size, their quiet harmonious head-bob might have been replaced by their hands coming together, fingers lacing into each other as they prepared themselves for their climax.
New sensations returned to Delta's hide as his host's tail slid around to touch the small, cock-merged torso. The muscular, mottled brown and gold length slithered along the bottom of the cock's upper body, right where he could feel (and any outside observer could plainly see) the sausage's top end. The snake held his a mid-point of his tail against the bulge the meat made and slowly began to use the rest of the thin, tapering length to wrap around Delta's phallic form. Amethystine's tailtip gracefully circled through the air around the less mobile serpentine extremity, the coil that was crafted from the looping motion beginning to squeeze inward and force the pole of meat down through Delta's throat-urethra combination.
As the thick rod was sped up, continuing its crawling caress of Delta's highly sensitive interior as well as beginning to rapidly melt in the pair's potent spoogy soup, they both soared back up into another plane of pleasure, where rational thought was again lost to them, their bodies, both the rod-like and the reptilian, buzzed with bliss. Their scaled skin tingled with linked lusts as the loops were wound around and around, the coils coming quicker as the slack ran out and the circles got smaller and smaller, each rotation of the reptilian tail bringing them closer and closer to the climax they had been building toward since the sex's slumber had slipped away and he found himself inside a serpent's slit. Every bit of food that had been sent to a seed-soaked end was adding to their erotic energy, heightening their flight.
The cool coils caressed the cock's contours as they curled around him, inadvertently at first. But as the fantastic feelings flooded Ame's mind, he started sliding his spiralling tail about upon the turgid flesh, the urge to touch Delta's delightful form becoming too much for him. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of himself for any longer, the clumps of the cloth he clutched below could not forestall his desires much more.
Meanwhile, the monithon-maleness' mind was racing just trying to process the pleasure coursing through him. With the strong embrace of Ame's tail, his torso had tightened all the more, everything down to his fingers firming up with the boidae's blood, making him rock-hard. The sweet swelling served to bring the heated beat of his host's heart back into the fore-front of his mind. He could feel the ebb and flow of the being he was attached to, the person he was a part of, and the more he felt it, the better. His head, his torso, his whole body throbbed with the mighty rush of that energizing element. Powerful pounding resounded in his head and he felt bloated, swollen. Normally, one might take such stimulus to mean that they were ill.. or they would at least be uncomfortable. For the phallic fellow, it was the most perfect state of being he could achieve. He felt heightened, and not just in the stiff, upstanding erection meaning of 'heightened', either.
Without warning, the python's hands rose up to accentuate the sublime set of circumstances the spire of sex was experiencing.. the fingers wrapping around Delta's flushed flesh, pressing into it and compressing the emerald, tumescent scales. It completed the cock's final need, to be lovingly touched and teased, made to moan with masterful, masturbatory manual stimulation.
And moan he did.
The hands stroked and wound around his torso, hugging it and dancing over his hide while he smiled and laughed in quiet, breathless gasps, feeling Ame's every last scale as the snake rubbed down, feeling every one pass along his throbbing muzzle, over his rigid neck and along his bloated belly. Deep inside his lowest reaches, he felt his tumid testicles struggling with the weight of their contents and tightening with the need to release. Unlike earlier, Delta knew exactly what he was and what was happening, allowing him to simply stand stiff and let the climax build in his body; content to go with the flow and let himself blow.
Delta felt the tapered tip of his friend's tail finish coiling around his thick base, slinking down into his slit with a slimy squish, pushing the final fraction of his meal down into his distended, devouring depths. Waves of heat ran up and down the monithon's whole body as the last of the succulent sausage simmered inside his swaying, scaled orbs, a half-formed moan quivering on Delta's lips as the final impediment to his orgasm disappeared. Precum gushed up into him in powerful pulses, the slippery stuff pouring out of his mouth and down his length in great, forceful spurts. Some of the sticky sluices were so intense as to escape their oozy nature and fall straight down to splatter onto Ame's knees.
What happened next was so sudden and overwhelming that Delta could barely comprehend it. Simultaneously, Ame's hands wrapped around his midsection and furiously began to stroke him, the multiple loops of his tail all shot down to the very bottom of his base and Delta's vision darkened as Ame's muzzle descended upon him, the monithon's entire torso suddenly the subject of a supernal sucking. The snake's tongue lashed out, a two-headed eel coated in slippery slime that twined itself around him and ground itself against his green scales, licking amidst the awesome suction. A veritable vacuum was made within the lamia's lips, the pre being pulled directly from Delta's snout.. sucked up and swirled about, the shaft could feel the fluids flowing back down over him with the massive tongue's next nuzzling pass. No longer held so tightly by the snake's tail, the maleness managed to move his arms, hugging the huge ebony ribbon to his chest. The twin-tipped monster paid the embrace little heed in its frenzied flicking, pulling back up almost immediately, but was still forced through the phallus' firm grip, a drenching drag occurring over Delta's chest, around his shoulder and neck.
All the while, the lower attentions to blended body went on, unstopping and inescapable. The tail twisted and teased their testes and base, the hands deftly massaging his middle, fondling his form.. but the kiss was his world. The kiss of a serpent, so deep and full. It slowly pulled back, leaving the soaked sex gradually exposed to the cooling evening air.. first his 'waist' (such as it was), then his chest and arms, then his head, so that the massive mouthing from his marvellous merge-mate had turned into a true kiss. Except for being upside down.
Their lips broke from one another, leaving a stand of stretching pre-seed for a half second before it snapped as well. In that quiet moment, Delta realized two things. One: The superb suckling had only spanned scant spare seconds, the intensity of that individual intimate interaction had made it massive, in the monitor's mind. Two: Amethystine, and consequently him as well, were about to cum.
On that seaside patch of land, sitting upon a slightly torn checker-patterned picnic blanket, under a purple sky of fading light and shifting clouds, a bipedal python was hunched over his own over-sized organ. The reddish brown and gold snakeman had all his available appendages upon his shaft, which seemed oddly coloured, considering how it emerged from his crimson-fleshed vent with a proper fleshy shade.. but then slowly shifted to a sleek green with darker patches on the back, as the colours climbed the cock's considerable length. The reptilian was clearly in the throes of rapturous pleasure, and the way he suddenly threw back his head and clenched his emerald-scaled sex only solidified the notion of the naughtiness he was up to.
Without the wide, serpentine snout in the way, it could be seen how strange the head of his hyper-sized cock was, as well. It might have appeared to have a suddenly tapering tip and a pair of long, stiffly writhing spines that flexed and appeared to rub up against the front of the phallus. Sooner or later, it became clear that the penis was a person, also piled high with powerful passion. Regardless of which end was in control, no matter who was what or why they had become that way, it was undeniable that a being with a living set of sentient genitals, and that entity that had taken the place of the altered adult anatomy, would both be blessed with the best, most intense intimacy.. a more sensual sexual experience than some creature with dull, lifeless limbs between their legs.
As the python and his penile partner pulsed and shook with obvious, observable bliss, the snake's gargantuan balls twitching and tensing as he bellowed into the evening air, sibilance staining his wordless roar of pleasure. The reptile's arms shook with his rod's robust rearing, the big bits bucking with their first throbbing throes of orgasm, jerking solidly with surges that had yet to flow fully up from the deep well was the snake's sac.
Delta felt the orgasm seize hold of his body slowly, but with such power that the little lizardcock felt like he was experiencing- or rather, creating- an itty-bitty big bang. At first, there were only rumblings and a feeling of rushing in his deepest reaches, but finally it arrived, thick python seed surging up his urethra-throat in such quantities that it made the flexible tube bulge obscenely outward. Not a thought formed in the monitor-maleness' mind as his muzzle flooded with hot, thick, rich cum, so quickly that it forced his lips apart and burst from them straight into the air in great geysers of sticky, stringy fluid. Delta's every sense was overwhelmed by the orgasm; his testicles quaked as they continued to empty themselves through the rest of his form, his shaft-body throbbed as blast after blast of cum shot through it; his muzzle was held open through the sheer force of the seed fountaining from his lips; all he could taste and smell and see was cum, his partner's perfect, pearl-white substance his lifeblood for that beautiful, transcendent moment.
He came.
He came all over himself and his host, the seed splashing every scale he shared at one point or another before dribbling down over him and the crotch he was attached to. The lizard could hear it as it rained down, even through the pounding rush of blood in his head. Again and again the snakeseed surged up and out of his muzzle, his insides working furiously to pump the potent pythonic ooze outward. Were there a female naga within a dozen miles, Delta knew they would have suddenly swooned at the scent alone; were he inside another, he knew that they would have been filled to bursting, bulging with the wild white waves. His arms trembled; swaying at his sides. He didn't know what to do with them. Eventually, almost of their own accord, he began to run them through the spooge clinging to his body, half-consciously spreading it out evenly over his scales, revelling in the feeling of being clad only in cum, cum that he had made, cum that had passed past out from his very lips only seconds earlier. Why wouldn't he wallow in his serpentine friend's viscous virility? His very body was a cock, a penis. The embodiment of male sexuality that he had always lusted after was now his entire existence.
After the erotic eternity that was their thundering climax, complete with liquid lightning-strikes shooting from the lizard's lips, the feelings faded, dimming to delightful afterglow with the accompanying atrophying volleys of cream. The bucks came less and less, turning from tidal to timid in their tense-ness, the sexual stream shrinking to a trickle that slithered down the already forged trail, mixing with the leftovers of their lust. Their bodies were bereft of the blissful buzz, but now brimmed with sweetest satisfaction, and the occasional twitch-inducing, shiver-causing aftershock of the earth-moving eroticism they had just journeyed through. Such slivers of sex surged up the serpent's spine from the sinking, swiftly-shrinking spire, as Delta's petrified pole of a body became 'boneless' once more, his tender, seed-slickened scales sliding between Amethystine's thighs before the snake's still-present hands stopped the sex's descent into his lap.
And with a great, gurgling, giddy sigh from the cock, it was over.
"How far did we go, Ame..?" asked Delta, dreamily, having had his eyes closed in coital pleasure as they came. They were still shut then, splattered with serpentine seed.
"I'm sure we hit the ocean, little buddy," exaggerated the serpent, sighing happily and slumping onto his side, off of his tired knees. Slowly, Ame curled up around his companion, around his cock, cuddling the cream-coated conjoinment against his chest. Delta went limp, both because the boidae's blood was leaving him, and because he was himself, spent. He was content to snuggle against the snake's scutes and sigh at the slick licks the lamia was suddenly using to clean him off.
Delta, being what he was, almost immediately slipped into an unconscious state after being so thoroughly used and drained.. only barely clinging to the waking world while his host.. his.. partner held him and cleaned him up. The two-tined tongue made his skin tingle in that post-coital way, a teasing touch in one spot making his whole mass ripple with sympathetic sensation, like a memory of the marvellous moments just past.
"I think you've grown!"
Amethystine's announcement snapped the sentient sex organ out of his semi-slumber, finding himself clean and mostly dry and laying flat on the snake's stomach instead of cradled against it. Ame must have rolled onto his back without him realizing it. No doubt, more time had passed than he had been awake for. "What?" he muttered, rubbing some cum from his eyes and smiling.
"I think you're.. thicker, maybe a bit longer, too," said the snake, more sedately. Or perhaps Delta only thought Ame was overly loud because his first comment had woken him up. "I guesss it'sss true what they sssay about eating your vegetablesss.." he trailed off, leaning back to lay on the rumpled, seed-stained picnic cloth. He kept one hand on Delta's fat base, where it came out of his vent, stretching his lower lips more than before. "..and masssive moundsss of meat."
Even if he loved to think that he could get bigger and bigger, becoming a better and better shaft for his lovely lamia, Delta could only manage a weak smile and a half-muttered murmur: "That'ss wonderfuulllhhhh.." he slurred softly, slipping toward sleep once more. The cock's head hit Ame's belly, waking him back up for a short time. "Why am I sooo ssleepeeee..." a yawn cut him off, and his body felt like it wilted with the air that flowed out of his snout. A gentle tug, both mental and physical, urged him down the python's front, aimed squarely at the scaly slit. He wanted, needed to sleep, and he had to go there to do it.
As Delta's phallic trunk began to shrink down in upon itself with Amethystine's utter sexual satisfaction, it caused the cooling cock to slither southward over the scutes. "Well, you're probably tired, for real.. but your body will alwaysss shut down when we've hit the right buttons, as it were. I'm totally sssated, you sssaw to that! You did better than I could have hoped," the ophidian explained, watching the monithon moving steadily towards his slit. Their slit.
The retracting length that was Delta was too tired to talk or resist, he actually appreciated an anatomy that would put itself to bed when it was sleepy and spent, giggling almost giddily as his shaft-self was sucked back to his musky little home. His upper body caught slightly on the closing crevice, allowing Amethystine to announce something that would make the maleness as happy as could be. "You're the bessst cock I could ever have, Delta. Sssleep well."
Both blended beings sighed happily, then, as the snake slipped his fingers over his phallus' head, tucking it away in his groin.. unable to stop himself from lingering there, lightly touching himself as he felt his petite passenger settling into the slick surroundings.
Even though the sweet song of sleep called to him and his warm, wet surroundings cradled his flaccid body better than any bed he had known, Delta couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. His friend had merged him into a maleness, sharing his body in the most intimate way imaginable. In this form, there was nothing he need worry about save their libido and liquids, nothing he need feel but sexual stimulation. It was strange and sinful but it felt wonderful, it was bizarre and demeaning but it was an act of fast friendship, of lusty love, of tantric trust, of caring compassion. Smiling and gently sighing, Delta laid his limp body down to rest inside the snug softness of his slit and thought back to the earliest days of his friendship with Ame, how they had bonded over a mutual love of transformations and snakes and the combination thereof. Now, they had literally been bound together by those very things, and he could only wonder what may yet come of their companionship... well, aside from more cum.
With that final thought of fun, fluids and fellowship with the serpent, Delta fell asleep.
Perhaps the power of the passionate bonding (literally and figuratively, physically and emotionally) was what made Delta's inner thoughts on the subject of the serpent swerve so swiftly towards total devotion.. but perhaps it was something else. He hadn't noticed it as it had happened, ever since he had awoken inside the snake's slit and had thought it such a suitable, perfect place to be.. while they had lounged together, lunched and munched together.. then finally formed a formidable fountain of fluids.. he had been entering into an ever-increasing level of fervent fidelity for the fellow who made him a phallus.
One might think it would be odd to honour someone who mutated your mass, or one might think that it was natural to regard them with rapturous reverence, due to the delights they bestowed upon you. In truth, the python also possessed a parallel plethora of pleasant perceptions about his pole, having also experienced the intense bonding to his blended body-buddy. In fact, they were exact same series of sensibilities, save for being mirrored to apply to his hemi, as opposed to Delta's dedication to the more dominant of the duo. Amethystine was affected with adoration for the addition to his body, perceiving his pal as the perfect pet, penis and partner, all rolled into one long lizardine package.
The difference was that the python knew about the portion of the potion that encouraged such thinking. He would eventually tell Delta about it, too.. nearer to the end of their time together as co-habitants of one organism. The nature of the nethers-based transformation, the maleness merging, was that it created co-dependency between the bonded beings. It wasn't anything fearsome or forceful, but it fostered fondness within both parties, encouraging equal amounts of affection for those altered. While one's body normally holds a degree of self-preservation and dispels any self-destructive ideas along the vein of someone somehow actually being angry with any one part of their body (which is far-fetched in the first place), the metamorphosis added in an extra level to that. It combined and compounded a couple's carnal attraction to one another with an individual's inability to be infuriated with itself, aligning their intimate inclinations and interests into something nearly single-minded.. something that proves helpful when wooing a potential playmate while out on a date. One wouldn't want to find that one half of the tantric team wasn't exactly in the mood!
In essence, the possibility for perfect partnership exists between two beings, no matter who they are. The chance is increased a few times over when the pair have similar sexual sensibilities. The willingness to merge and then the actual act of any conjoinment multiply said chances of bonded bliss many times over again, be it because of mind-melding or the fusion of feelings. The final addition of hormones that harmonize two tied-together people is merely the icing on the cake.
In this case, the icing on the birthday cake.
The snake sighed with his signature sibilance, stroking his slit softly, saying, "Happy birthday Delta."