[Cure] Scales and a Cure
#4 of Cure
Two hundred feet over Las Vegas a helicopter flies towards the landing site. Below the streets are empty, their surfaces riddled with white lakes. Two men in heavy body armor hang off the right side of the chopper, gripping the load bar with one hand, a rifle over the shoulder and clasped in the other. They jump off as the craft comes to a hovering halt over the roof.
"Easy in?"
"And Easy out."
Rifles set, they storm down the fire escape, the two seasoned mercenaries leaving no corner unchecked. Dropping to ground level the duo pauses, listening for the sounds of the infected. Low moans come from their nine. Moving cautiously in the other direction, they look for a place to set up base camp.
"Delta, what about over there?" Stein asked, pointing to a large building, the words 'exotic' and 'pets' still visible through the buildings new coat of white. Delta nodded, the place looked sturdy enough. With a light step and a heavy trigger finger the two cross the parking lot, the moaning from their six slowly growing louder. The doors slid open when they get close enough. It seemed Hoover Dam was still operational, even now. Crossing the threshold, Stein locks the doors behind them while Delta scans the immediate area for movement.
Sure the place is empty, he lets the rifle hang from his shoulder and turns to his partner. "So, what's the plan then?"
Stein raises an eye brow. "You mean you didn't read the mission docs? AGAIN?"
Delta raises his hands and makes a face he hopes looks apologetic. "I'm sorry alright? Someone's gotta clean these things." He retorts, resting his arm on the swaying rifle.
His partner stares at him before letting out a sigh and pulling a PDA out of his right thigh pocket. With a few keystrokes he brings up the docs. "Well the mission was to: first, scout and see how far the infection has progressed and second, we were to secure cargo for the return trip."
Delta tiled his head. "Cargo? What kind."
"Live animals."
"Great, just what we needed, a puppy."
"Heh, you'll love this then. The targets are a pair of rare reptiles that were on display at some casino. The client abandoned them in the first evac wave."
"So, picking up other people's toy's now are we? What's next? Running a pony farm for a day?"
"Let's...just get this over with and go home." Stein half mumbled as he replaced his PDA.
Unlocking the doors and again scanning the mostly empty parking lot the pair moved like shadows towards the Vegas Strip, their eyes and ears peeled for anything out of sorts. Rushing out from the cross street, Delta took point while Stein looked for the casino.
"There it is."
Following his partner's pointing Delta took in the huge building, the burned out sign reading: 'Snake Eyes: Casino and Hotel'.
"Wouldn't want to dice there..." he said half under his breath.
"Tch. Just move will ya?"
Dodging the large puddles of goo that covered the wide road the two quickly closed the distance between them and their destination. Each took up a position on the side of the doors when they reached the building. Looking in Stein saw no motion aside from a few slot machines still blinking. Forcing the jammed doors open the pair walked in, gun stocks resting against their shoulders.
"Clear." Remarked Delta as he swept his side of the casino from behind his sights.
"Clear." Agreed Stein as he completed his own sweep.
"You know, for an outbreak of epic proportions like this...you'd think we'd have seen more than just their goop by now."
Stein didn't respond immediately. "Maybe the containment is working, maybe the virus is dying. Anyway that's not all of what we're here for, got to find the cargo. The first target is a python on this floor. The second, an emerald monitor. I'll take the python, if you think you can handle the monitor."
"It's just a lizard right? I think I'll be okay."
"Alright, suit yourself. The monitor should be up on the fourth floor in the lounge. Head there retrieve the target and meet back here. Radio when you've returned if I'm not back yet."
Delta tapped the side of his head and made for the stairs. Stein watched him go before turning and heading deeper onto the game floor. He passed row after row of slot machines, occasionally broken up by tables plastered with cards. Reaching the center of the floor he began looking for the python's tank. Which should have been right...
"Here."
Before him on a pedestal, sat a shattered glass tank. All around it was more of the same goop they had seen all over the place. Suddenly something seemed off, all the odd coincidences stacking up in his mind. Spinning around to make a retreat to the rendezvous point he freezes as a pair of glowing eyes meet his. Leaning against a vending machine is something between snake and woman. In the half light of the ruined casino her body seems to shimmer as the dancing lights play over her scales, making her shape seem to shift and change. Somewhat alarmingly, the first thought that runs through his head is not to run but to consider her perhaps the sexiest thing he had ever beheld in his life.
"It'sss alright, my pet. That'sss normal." she hisses as she uncoils from around the machine and begins to slither towards him. As she passed through a pool of light, Stein got a good look at her figure. Almost half of her torso was enveloped in the embrace of huge scaled breasts. "Sssoon you won't have to just consider...."
Stein backs up slowly, keeping his distance from the snake-woman as he looks for an escape route. She lunges at him, covering the distance at a speed the merc didn't think possible, and wraps him in her coils. Oddly the embrace is as soft as it is crushing, the scales on her belly somewhat like silk. Her body floats into view from his right, her body slowly winding around him as she came to a rest directly before him. Despite everything Stain can't help but feel arousal welling up under his terror. She runs a scaled hand along his cheek as she leans forward to whisper in his ear. "Jussst...relax and enjoy your induction into my brood."
He winces as her maw clamped down on his neck and tries to jerk away, as what felt like a dozen needles sinks into his skin. Her coils closes tighter around him, the somewhat tender embrace becoming more commanding. No sooner had she released him that he could feel his skin begin to burn and as the sensation climbs up into his skull. The arousal fades, replaced instead by full blown panic. Throwing everything he has into struggling he manages to grasp his knife handle.
"Ssstay ssstill, my child," she hisses, further tightening her grip on him, crushing any chance of resistance. "The gift isss beginning to flow through your body and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourssself when the changesss begin." She said it simply as fact, as if the statement was somehow reassuring.
Already his skull was changing. The bones stretching, elongating, and reshaping to match his benefactor's own. The burning on his neck expands outward, it felt like a horrible sunburn crawling over him. Beneath the skin his bones shift, their shapes changing, his vest and jacket grow loose as the wave of heat caps his shoulders, his chest and ribs creaking as they begin to shrink. The sensation seems the hesitate for a moment before racing down his body, soaking him through to the core with its heat.
Suddenly it was hard to balance, his legs suddenly like rubber. His benefactor lets go of him and he tilts forward. Windmilling his arms the mercenary catches himself just before he thuds face first into the carpeted floor. His face rubs against his arm and a rustling catches his ear. A rustling like scales on scales. He tries to ball up, to pull his knees to him, but they feel like dead weight. He rolls over to try and slide backwards, to do anything that might give him even a moment to try and escape. Only instead the of feel of the floor against his back, an odd sensation of floating overtakes him. Trying to sit up only strengthens the sensation as he returns to a vertical orientation. Looking down he almost passes out as he realizes the reason; from his waist down his body is nothing but tail! He tries to move, to get away but only falls over again, not used to the muscles that only hopelessly spasm as he flails about.
The radio on his shoulder crackles, "Um, Stein I've got a problem." The newly reborn snake does not respond, not sure of what to do as his benefactor descended on him and everything went dark, the dim light eclipsed by her scaly and yet oddly warm and soft bosoms.
Four floors up, Delta tosses the radio aside and puts his gun to his shoulder. The target walks towards him, apparently ignorant of the gun's power. Squeezing the trigger the mercenary lets a burst of bullets fly, only to watch them bounce harmlessly off the chest of the emerald scaled lizard-man.
"I alrea'y told ye, I'm na gonna kill ya. So chill out woul' ya!" The lizard says as he pulls the gun from Delta's hands the tosses it over his shoulder and then knocks the mercenary off of his feet all in one fluid motion. "So, abou' the pro'lem I was tellin ya abou' before ya went'n started mouthin' off..."
There is slurping noise and from between his belly scales a colossal cock appears, thudding against the floor between his legs and Delta's boots. Still flaccid, it is easily wider than the mercenary's arm.
"Now, since tha' snake betty down stairs 's been keepin' all the prey worth stickin' me meat in, I'm a bit "backed up" if you follow me..."
"I...don't quite follow." Delta responds as the member slowly expands until it hangs, throbbing, in the air before its owner, the scaled tip just inches from the mercenary's face.
The lizard laughs, were the situation any different Delta would have found the sound reassuring. "Son, I'll tell it to you staigh'. I'm gay. You're a guy. Do tha' math" When the mercenary only sat frozen, the lizard's jovial expression changed, his eyes hardening. "Now bend over or i'll make you."
In response Delta did the one sane thing a person, regardless of orientation, could do in that situation: run. Pushing himself along the smooth floor he backs up until he hits a wall. Scrambling he tries to stand, but the lizard gets to him first. Claws tore through his body armor and flak jacket like butter. Tossed onto a sofa Delta winces as the lizard-man cuts through his canvas pants just like his jacket before. He can almost feel the pulsing of the lizard's sex as it hovers above him. On the sofa, its shadow consumes his. There's no way. No way that's going to...
The lizard takes a step back and begins to tease his asshole with the tip of its dick. As the scales make contact with Delta's skin, an oddly soothing sensation over comes the mercenary. Outward from his hips the feeling spreads, all the way to the tip of his fingers, until it feels like he's floating in it. The lizard spreads his legs to better angle himself and with one sudden thrust Delta can feel the huge head slide into him. Unable to even shout in surprise, the lizards thrusts a second time and the gigantic appendage pushes deep inside of him.
At first it hurts, especially as the lizard begins to pull back but, much like his skin, his insides slowly seem to go numb and before the lizard has pulled all the way back, the pain has vanished. Gone. The next thrust however, still brings stars to his eyes, his body being pressed into the sofa as the lizard pushes the whole length of his sex into Delta. After that, each thrust comes faster and harder and yet the whole process feels better with each stroke, as if his body were slowly being sculpted from the inside to not only withstand the new stimulus, but enjoy it.
The lizard's breathing gets heavier, his strokes faster, as their joining approaches seven minutes straight. Delta's own cock, pressed against the cushions of the sofa, throbs in time with the thrusts. He could swear it was bigger, but his thoughts turn suddenly as the lizard pushes deeper than ever inside of him. They hang there in that moment, frozen until, with a twitch, the lizard-man comes. His goo filling Delta's ass and pouring out from around his shaft, running down the merc's legs and cock. Another wave of come pulses out of the lizard. Then a third. Finally after the fourth he steps back, his partially flaccid penis hanging limply between his legs.
Without further adieu, he pats Delta on the back and walks away mumbling something about cherry pie.
Groggily Delta stands and then collapses as his knees give out. A burning sensation comes over him. Ripping off his gloves he watches as his skin begins to change, the color shifting to a green much like the now absent lizard's. He blinks as slowly the room widens and shakes his head, thinking himself still disoriented from what he had just endured. Putting his hands to his face, his fingers are met not by skin but, by scales and a snout. A sigh escapes his reptilian head as the burning of his scales growing begins to fade. He again tries to stand, Limping to a mirror he watches as the last bit of skin on his chest vanishes below a coat of burnished green.
"Hmm. Well, mission accomplished I suppose..." Walking back to the elevator he scoops up his rifle with his tail as he bends down to pick up the radio.
He presses the button for the elevator at the same time as the one on the radio. "Stein? Stein? You there?"
"Yesss, I'm here. Objective Complete?"
The former human looks at himself in the burnished surface of the elevator doors. He can't help but flex his arms a few times, his toned muscles all the more striking under his new scales. "You...could say that."
"Alright. Letsss meet at the rendezvous point. I'll sssee you in five."
The sound of sex comes through as Stein trails off. With a grunt Delta stumbles into the elevator car just as his belly scales contract and a cock twice the size of the lizards unfolds, its girth larger than one hand could hold.
"Yeah...Five" Delta's half moans.
Delta's voice crackles through the radio and then the device goes silent and Stein tosses it onto the card table he has the snake-woman pinned to. "You hear that? Five minutesss left."
"Oh, but love...don't leave."
"Ssshh. It's alright, I came to get you anyway. Now..." With that he began pumping his hips again, his shaft rubbing against hers as their twin sexes penetrated each other. The pair of sensations, so different in their feeling, were beyond anything Stein had ever thought possible. Rapidly his gyrations increased until the pair of them slid off the table and coiled into a writhing ball on the floor. She bit down on his neck again as her walls clamped down, her screams of pleasure echoing through his scales as her seed fills him.
Overwhelmed, orgasm crashes over him, both of his sexes exploding with cum. In the afterglow as he reclines on his coils, Stein feels a twitch below his scales. Slowly a warmth envelops him, a warmth similar to the breasts that consume both his and her lower halves. His chest gets tight, making it harder to breathe. Then, inexplicably, the scales on his chest bulge, holding back only for a second before, like a wave of amber, they ripple and begin to swell. Within the span of a breath they're the size of melons, their weight crushing his torso to the floor. In another moment they're twice that, their soft girth just inside his arms reach. The suffocating feeling increases, he starts to pant as his still human lungs burn with the need for oxygen.
At the edge of passing out, the feeling retracts suddenly, replaced by an intense soreness along his front and around down his spine. Groups of muscles only possible in a snake, flex and lift the massive mounds into a more manageable position. Allowing the former human to sit up and take a deep breath. A sound from behind makes both snakes turn. Emerging from the shadows, steps an emerald green lizard. A gun slung over his shoulder, an erection the size of his leg grasped in one hand.
"Stein...?"
"Del?!?"
"Heh. Well, looks like we both got our marks...Now mind if I join you? I'm a bit...backed up." Even as he speaks, a rope of cum shoots out, the goo landing nearby the intertwined ball of scale, dick and tit-flesh.
"I don't sssee why not..."
Afterthoughts:
For Amethystine and Delta9 on FA (both who happen to be on here too)