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Slither Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Panzermaus

Dew clung to the blades of grass blowing in a cool, gentle breeze. It was the only movement that dared to pierce the vague moments before the dawn. The sun had not dared to touch the horizon, and yet the night was already releasing its hold on the world. It was the still, quiet transition between the two when the creatures of the night and the day both slumbered. The world was not prepared for what was to come.

A streak of light began skimming across the sky, but unlike a shooting star it left a tail burning behind it. The light grew brighter and then there was a flash, like an explosion... but utter, eerie silence. It took almost twenty seconds for the sound to reach the ground. The shockwave of sound was enough to rattle windows and set off car alarms, disturbing some of those who were asleep, assuming the sound to be the backfire of a car. None realized what it truly was.

Far below the explosion, a shower of stones began to impact the ground, sending up tiny plumes of dirt and turf. Some skittered across roof tiles, landing in gutters... but one impacted in a back yard, creating a miniature crater. Just as suddenly as it had arrived, the meteorite had come to a stop. The outer shell sizzled, the blackened iron and metals scorched by the atmosphere. Pieces had been broken off, but the shell itself had been cracked. The metal split out and fell into two pieces, revealing the very strange contents inside.

The meteorite had enough density to avoid burning up in the atmosphere, but with the shell broken the inside seemed anything but dense. All that was left was a gelatinous mass, quivering and shifting. The outer edge was transparent, but the inner core was an oily, dark black. It was like a fish egg without the red. The egg shifted and contorted, squirming before the black goo spilled out of one side, leaking onto the grass. The grass sizzled gently, but from the hole came very specific motion. A long, thin creature began squirming out of the egg, wriggling and writhing, pushing out of the crater and onto the lawn.

As the black goo rolled off of its hide, it became clearer what it was. The worm like being stretched and contracted, slithering its body from side to side like a snake to propel itself. Its skin was as black as space, glistening like liquid rubber. Two tiny bead like eyes peered out from its head, looking no differently colored than the rest of its body. It was barely a foot long in its present state, but that was enough... enough to move, to live, to sample the world around it. Its tiny head opened up, a forked tongue darting out, gathering smells before it took its tongue back in.

The snake shivered happily. It could smell technology, industry, life... and food. The snake slithered forward faster, moving toward a bush. The bush shifted gently, the sleeping creatures disturbed by the impact of the meteorite. The snake came to a stop just as a fat gray rat moved out, its rope like tail swaying behind it. The rat froze in place upon seeing another creature. The fear response was not the correct one. The only smart thing would have been to run.

The snake met eyes with the rat, but the snake's eyes did not remain the same. The solid black beady eyes began to gain a silver sheen, the pattern swirling and spiraling, shifting. The timid rat grew pacified, its heart beat slowing down. No longer afraid, the rat took a step forward and then another, walking toward the snake. The snake hissed gently before it began opening its jaws, widening them more and more. Like terrestrial snakes, it looked as though it had unhinged its jaw, though this snake had no bones to unhinge. It was completely invertebrate.

The rat continued its advance to the snake, marching right into its waiting mouth. The snake spread over its nose and muzzle, its cheeks and head before it began taking in its paws and fat little belly. With the rat in that far, the snake did the rest of the work, sliding over his hind quarters and back legs. Soon all that was left was the tail and that was sucked up like a noodle of spaghetti into the rats mouth. The snake paused where it was, getting glimpses of life on this strange planet... It saw the various forms of predators the rat hid from, it saw the traps and favorite foods... and then it saw the network of holes running through the structures of the largest beings on the planet. Complex life forms that bent the world to their whims. Humans.

Having completed its meal, the snake began to slither on. It moved faster this time, having more familiarity with the world around it. It slipped up through the holes in a chain link fence, sliding over the uneven stones of a rock garden before it crept around the base of an old, unused back yard swing set. It wasn't long before it reached the outside edge of a ranch style home, the windows darkened for the night. Using the memories of its prey, the snake found its way to a hole in the baseboards beneath the kitchen sink against the back wall of the house. It squeezed in through the hole, maneuvered past the mouse traps and emerged from the cupboard doors onto the linoleum floor. In the pitch darkness, the snake took in its new surroundings.

Perfectly straight counters, big boxy appliances humming with electricity. There was every smell of plastic and rubber. It was an artificial paradise. The snake loved their lack of nature. It began moving on, crossing over from linoleum onto the carpet before shuddering. It disliked the feeling of carpet. It wasn't even as good as grass. It liked linoleum best, so smooth and tight. Despite the texture, the snake continued on, sniffing the air with its tongue, feeling ever more pleased at the turn of events that had led it to this planet. It could smell something divine.

The snake followed its sense of taste and smell, but as it honed in on its target, it came upon its first obstacle - a closed door. The snake sniffed at the barrier before finding the gap along the bottom. The snake brought its head down and began squeezing through the opening, flattening out like putty. The tail pushed the body through, the snake lifting its head back up on the other side.

The room beyond was kissed by the first light of morning, a vague pinkish gray glow spilling in through venetian blinds. The serpent pushed on, looking around, trying to interpret what it saw. There was a shelf of video games, another shelf of manga, a computer desk and a backpack loaded down with papers. The snake moved around the twin sized bed, exploring. It pushed up over a pile of dirty clothing before freezing in place.

While the black latex serpent could taste with its tongue like earth snakes, it was far more complex. It experienced the world by touch and could draw in qualities from every surface... and what it tasted now was salty, sweet, and loaded with genetic material. The serpent slowly dissolved the stained boxers, absorbing the material and the fluids that saturated them.

Having absorbed its first taste of human essence, the snake could gain more of a sense of the room's inhabitant. He could smell a male, young and fertile. The serpent was urged on even more. He coiled around the leg of the bed, sliding up with unnatural ease. The snake reached the top of the bed, sliding out onto the bed spread. His beady eyes looked around before spotting the human he'd been smelling since he came into the house.

The teenager was no more than eighteen years old, feathered black hair hanging over both eyes as he slept. His skin was pale and rectangular glasses sat on the nightstand. The teenager was deep asleep, unaware of the snake at the foot of his bed. The snake tasted the air again, trying to discern what it smelled... The teen's sexuality was well used but only on himself.

Inching forward, the snake slithered along the teen's hips, ribs and then shoulder. Hesitating only a moment, the snake began to slip up over the teen's shoulder. The sensation caused the sleeping youth to stir a bit, but the snake lifted up as if ready to strike. Its tail quivered before it plunged forward, its head pushing through the teen's lips.

The taste was intense, like drinking oil and rubber and salt. The teen's eyes snapped open as his jaw was pushed wide. The snake brushed the back of his throat and the teen nearly gagged, but rather than rejecting the intruder, the snake used the muscle spasm to push deeper. The young man's throat bulged as the snake slithered down, the tail hanging out of his lips.

As the snake swept deeper, he could pick up the responses of the human's nervous system; fear, anxiety, dread and a touch of arousal buried beneath it all... but these feelings were a conduit and the serpent brushed the human's awareness. Salem... though that wasn't his real name, it was a nickname. His real name... was Silas. The serpent quivered in excitement at feeling the human's mind, though the quivering only made Salem gag a bit more... but then a strange, contented feeling came over him.

Salem could feel the snake head pushing down into his stomach, quivering all the way up. Despite his fear and shock, the teenager took a big gulp, then another, actively swallowing the snake. Inch by inch it slipped into his mouth before only a quivering tail tip remained like a wicked tongue... and then that was gone. The snake went all the way down and Salem gasped for breath. He felt oddly full like he'd drunk a bottle of maple syrup, but that contentedness swept over his body before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went limp, falling against the blankets.

With the teenager unconscious, the snake settled into his body a bit more. The unconscious boy's pale hand rose up, pushing the blankets down, letting the cool night air reveal his scrawny frame. He was thin enough to see his collar bone and ribs through his skin. The serpent wasn't quite satisfied with his host's body. He had some work to do to make the human more compatible, but he'd have enough time for that later.

As Salem slept, memories of the snake entering his body slowly filtered out of his mind and his dreams returned to the normal visions that danced through his head. He dreamed of movie plots, of events at school, of coming across other boys in the locker room. Every time the dreams started to get interesting, they would drift off to something else. The serpent was sad that they changed, the locker room dreams seemed like the most interesting... but perhaps in time he'd be able to influence them a bit more directly. ****

A large yawn left Salem's lips as he moved in through the doors of his high school, a hoodie pulled up over his head. He gazed out impassively from his rectangular glasses as he prepared for another day. His backpack hung off of one shoulder, covered in patches. Normally Salem felt quite despondent with high school, but today there was some strange bit of excitement in the back of his mind. The teen had no idea why but everything seemed so new to him.

The nerd wandered down the hallway, his hand trailing across the wood edges of the bulletin boards, the metal lockers and the smooth glass of the trophy cases. Tactile sense, so many textures and none of them carpet. Salem had no idea why that was important, but he smiled a bit, licking his lips. The school was still rather empty without any of the school buses arriving yet.

Salem turned the corner at the end of the hall, meaning to head for the foreign language classrooms... but down the adjoining hall to his right was another room, the locker room. Salem's heart fluttered a bit as a half remembered dream played in his mind. Salem moved for the locker room, opening the door. The smell of sweat and latex met him and Salem's back arched as he took it in. It smelled like paradise.

As the teenager entered the domain of the jocks, he reached up to pull his hood back. His feathered black hair fell across his face until he brushed it out of the way, his fingers moving to rest on the zipper of his shirt. Salem looked at the lockers and then the showers before he paused, seeing a large mirror off to one side of the room. Salem moved over for it, slowly unzipping his shirt before he paused, shaking his head. Something didn't seem right.

Salem didn't know why he was even there in the room, what good it would do. Normally he just got into German class early and sketched. As the doubt grew in his mind, thoughts and images bombarded him. A playful smile crossed Salem's lips, the young man wondering what it would have been like to be a jock instead of a nerd. His backpack fell to the floor with an unceremonious thump as he unzipped his hoodie slowly, pulling it off and draping it over a bench.

With the outer layer off, it was easy for Salem to remove his t-shirt, though the chest he revealed wasn't quite as he imagined it. The skin was still pale and creamy, but it was perfectly smooth. The hair that had been there was gone, much like his pits. Salem felt betrayed by his own body until he noticed that without the hair, it almost looked like his muscles were bigger. He ran a hand down his chest slowly, pausing as he felt definition across his stomach.

Salem continued to rub himself, looking at his muscles and how they were in fact more defined. It was becoming easier to imagine himself as someone else, someone more liberated. He took a breath and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it all back. He started to flex and shift, inhaling the scent of the jocks. The latex got to him again and he groaned, becoming quite aroused.

A deep red blush reached Salem's cheeks but he couldn't stop himself. He reached down and slowly unzipped his pants, imagining the other guys calling him bro, clapping him on the ass. Salem grew more desperate, fishing his cock out, panting as he looked at his reflection. He could be one of those guys... or any kind of guy he wanted to be. He moaned hard, fishing his shaft out, jerking off wildly.

It didn't take much to bring Salem to the edge. He was masturbating in a public place. The chance of being caught was high and then his life would be over or take a very different turn... but as exciting as it was, Salem couldn't bring himself over the edge. He tried to think of what usually turned him on, super models with huge bouncy balloon like breasts but that seemed to only push his orgasm that much further away.

Salem grunted, trying to bring everything to fruition. He jerked off like a madman, panting and nearly frothing at the mouth. In the midst of it all, the eighteen year old felt a gurgling in his stomach, then his intestines. Salem's face soured as he felt a pressure worming its way through him, building up near his ass. Salem slowly squat, his free hand pulling his pants and underwear down while his right hand worked his rod.

The teenager moaned, both from pleasure and discomfort as his ass cheeks began spreading wide, revealing his ass hole. The pucker began to contract, opening up wider and wider. Salem's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he instinctively bore down. His grunting became a scream of pleasure as black slime leaked out of his ass and white cum sprayed from his shaft, dripping all over the locker room floor... and in the midst of the slime, the pressure suddenly dropped as a jelly like egg plopped out onto the floor.

Salem panted hard, recovering himself after his orgasm. He stood up slowly, the left over slime staining his legs and underwear. He looked at the semen on the floor before he turned, noticing the egg... an egg he had laid. There was a moment of panic, of fear and confusion - and then his eyes glazed over, the irises compressing into vertical slits. Salem stuck his tongue out as if trying to taste the air before his fingers scooped up the egg. He gave it a loving stroke, carrying it over to the far corner of the room.

Finding an out of the way nook, Salem crouched once more and nestled the egg into a cool, dry place to prepare itself. It was the perfect nursery after all... It smelled like sex and latex, everything the baby would need. Salem backed away from the egg and gathered up his things, his cock still hard against his leg as he got dressed again. With the weight of his backpack over his shoulder, Salem emerged from the locker room, glancing around, trying to remember why he had walked toward the gym.

Just as with its entry, the snake left no memory of the shenanigans in Salem's mind. The serpent was pleased that its egg was safe and Salem had a nice erection and lubricated ass to enjoy. He wandered down the hall, smelling of latex and sex, his hips swaying a bit more with confidence and a bit of sultriness that he never would have thought of before.

****

Hours had passed. For most students, the day had come and gone. For Jason, though, he was just wrapping up the academic portion of his workout for the day. The doors to the gym swung open and the high school athlete moved down the steps, wearing his red Nike shorts and a sleeveless white shirt. His shoulders were extraordinarily broad for a teenager, one of the many reasons he was on the football team. Jason also had more hair on his face than he did his head, trying to keep everything shaved despite his propensity for growing a five o'clock shadow.

Jason ran a towel across his shoulders, trying to soak up the sweat from his weight lifting as he approached his locker. He shook his head a bit, looking at the state the locker room was in after a long day. There were candy wrappers on the floor, used deodorant tubes on benches. Jason let out a soft sigh, tossing his towel down. He started to move around to clean up the place, gathering garbage to dump into the bins. As he worked around the outer edge, a soft crackling came from beneath his foot. He froze and looked down, seeing what appeared to be the dried out remains of an egg shell.

The bald headed jock was puzzled by the fact that anyone would have an egg in a locker room, even more so by the fact it was black. As he contemplated and peered, he had no idea he was being sized up. A glistening black serpent lingered on the top of one of the lockers, analyzing the human. It had watched many since it had hatched, but this one seemed particularly useful. Strong, tall, broad and not all that smart. The serpent knew it had been born with human genetics, able to take a more direct approach than its predecessor. It tasted the air with its tongue before lunging.

Jason yelped as he felt two sharp fangs pierce into his shoulder, beads of blood leaking out from the wound as another fluid was pumping in. After a life lived at the peak of his physical abilities, Jason felt his strength leave him. The behemoth fell forward onto his knees before collapsing onto the cold, hard cement floor. Jason frantically tried to move a finger but he was a prisoner in his own body, barely able to manage breathing.

The black serpent slowly withdrew its ivory fangs from the jock's shoulders, licking its lips before it began to slither around his body. It curved along his ample shoulders, his thick arms, his bulky ribs. Jason wanted to cry out for help at the unsavory sensations but he couldn't even move his jaw as drool leaked out over his lips. The serpent slowed to a stop upon reaching the waistband of the jock's shorts before it lowered its head and began to wriggle inside.

The waistband was lifted up, the shorts tenting gently as the snake moved in further. Much to the serpent's dismay, it found itself sandwiched between layers of clothing. Cotton boxer briefs blocked access to the jock's body, but that was easy enough to bypass. The snake spread its jaws wide and let out a venomous spray. The spray soaked the boxers and soon the smell of burning cotton filled the air. The fabric split out, holes widening to reveal the plump ass cheeks of the jock.

The snake tasted the air with its tongue before it plunged forward, its spaded head easily pushing the cheeks apart before piercing into Jason's pucker. Jason managed a weak grunt of shock, feeling the creature wriggling into his body. The snake pushed in more and more, having to slide back and thrust once more on a better trajectory. As the long snake slid in and out, Jason felt pain and pleasure combined, something he had never wanted to picture in his life.

While he had no ability to move his body, Jason felt everything. He felt dried gum on the floor beneath his wrist, he felt sticky spilled soda beneath one knee and he felt every inch of the snake slithering into his body. The snake moved in more and more, but it wasn't just making itself at home in his intestines, it was getting to know Jason's body. Jason's eyes darted to the left as his hand started to move, the fingers flexing... but not by his will.

Strength started to return to Jason's legs and arms, then even his neck. His toes wiggled, his feet flexed, but they weren't his motions anymore. Whatever was filling his body was taking it over. Jason whimpered and tried to fight it, clenching down with his ass, feeling the firm creature filling it. The snake quivered in surprise and delight, stretching longer and longer inside the jock before slipping in further into his body. The black tail slurped upwards, disappearing between the cheeks before the very tip plopped into the jock's body.

Jason tried to squish the snake more with his ass, flexing every muscle he had. He wasn't sure if it worked or not as a black slime began leaking from his ass, but the snake had other ideas. Tiny filaments spread out into the jock, moving in all directions before it tapped into his spinal cord. Jason's body went stiff and his brown eyes soon darkened, the brown turning black. His lips slowly parted and his tongue emerged for just a moment before going back in.

The jock's body spread its hands wide on the floor before pushing itself up. While the arms were easy for the snake to control, the legs took more concentration, but at last the jock rose up to his feet. Jason's consciousness was suppressed. The body belonged to the snake now. He ran his hands up and down his skin, half in curiosity and half in distaste. Mammals were such fleshy beings. It was almost time to find his father and to take on a more satisfactory form... but there were things to do first.

Moving back to where Jason had encountered the egg shell, the jock crouched down and gathered up the pieces. He couldn't leave any evidence for anyone to find. If the human race was to evolve to a new level, they couldn't know until it was too late. The jock swept up the eggs and used the tread of his shoe to scrape the dried crust of the egg lubricant off the floor, not satisfied until he could no longer see where his body had been hatched. Nodding with satisfaction, the jock moved out of the locker room and into the afternoon air, seeing the world through much larger eyes than before.

****

The sound of sneakers hitting the pavement echoed down the street as Salem bolted for his house, but for the first time in his life his pace was not motivated by fear or anxiety... but hunger. He had been starving all day and it had driven him to distraction. Biology class had been the worst... Watching all those cute and fuzzy little animals, wondering what they were eating... if it was any good. Salem moved up the walk to his house and pushed through the front door as his stomach gurgled again. He was so hungry that he felt like he was going to die, not realizing why it had become so imperative to eat.

Salem's backpack was dropped by the front door and he shed his layers of clothing as he moved into the kitchen, almost like a snake shedding layers of skin. He stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a gallon of milk. He twisted the cap off and took several huge gulps at it, some dribbling down his lips before he stuffed it back in, looking around. He opened a packet of sandwich meat and ate some, tipped a jar full of apple jelly back and even took a few fingers full of margarine. For some reason the synthetic ingredients of the margarine pleased his body more than the rest.

As much and as energetically as Salem ate, his hunger was not yet satiated. He scoured the fridge for any way to stop the pangs in his stomach before he froze. Situated in the back corner of the fridge in a square blue glass pan was some chicken breasts marinating for dinner, covered in saran wrap. Salem's mother had left them for him to cook, but Salem was so hungry that he wasn't sure he could wait.

The teenager's mouth hung open as he gazed at the raw meat, breathing in and out slowly, panting. With his mouth agape, there was room for his canine teeth to start growing, stretching and curving, honing into sharp points. Calcium nearly oozed from his teeth as his fangs formed, new ducts opening on the roof of his mouth. His saliva started to tingle in his mouth, becoming more caustic. Salem pulled the pan out of the fridge and peeled the saran wrap off, looking at the raw meat. He'd been told his entire life about salmonella and botulism and all the horrible things that came with raw meat, but Salem didn't care anymore. He tore the saran wrap off, plucked a chicken breast out of the juices and lifted it above his head.

Salem tipped his head back and opened wide, dropping the meat into his mouth. He barely even chewed, gulping the meat down whole into his throat. He gave it a series of swallows before he gasped with delight. Finally, something was starting to fill him up. Salem took out the other chicken breast and did the same, gulping down the raw meat before he discarded the pan in the sink. He washed down the raw meat with more margarine and milk, running a hand over his stomach tenderly. With all that food hitting him at once he was quite tired.

The teenager turned and moved down the hall, heading back toward his bedroom. He pushed the door open and pulled off the rest of his clothing, unaware that his body had continued to change. His pectorals were fuller, his fingernails were darkening and turning black and his nipples seemed to be shrinking in size. Salem would have found it all fascinating, but his mind was focused on much simpler drives... Sleeping and eating primarily, though he'd been aroused all day. Salem dropped his boxers, giving his shaft a few pumps before he collapsed down into bed, passing out once more.

Deep inside Salem's body, the snake reviewed the day he had. The other humans, Salem's thoughts and memories, what he'd learned of the world. It seemed that this culture had a secret underground of sexual activity, perversions and lusts that were hidden from the light. It was the perfect avenue to approach them on, something the serpent could take advantage of... But for now it had to make his host more compatible and it had to ensure the survival of its species. The two tasks were difficult to multi-task, but the snake could waste no more time.

As Salem rested, his flat muscled stomach started to stretch. At first it was subtle, but soon the muscle expanded around a growing bulge quite clearly, giving him a muscle gut... then a muscle belly. Inside his body a dozen eggs were maturing, then more than that. While Salem's belly growth was clear, it wasn't the only change taking place. In his sleep, Salem's fingers flexed and contorted, his newly black fingernails stretching out longer on his hands. They slowly curved and thickened, coming to razor sharp points that sliced easily into the bedding.

Along with the claws, Salem's body was quick to adopt more reptilian features. The last of the hair on his torso shed away, revealing smooth skin. His nipples that had started out quite average in size disappeared from sight, leaving his chest waxy and smooth... though the points where they had once been were still sensitive. Without the hair to disrupt the skin, it began to grow waxy and soft before creases began forming. A lattice of horizontal lines crossed Salem's chest and belly, moving all the way down to his groin... a groin that was becoming rather wet.

The display around his groin seemed rather shocking, or would have if anyone was awake to witness it. While his cock remained erect and proud, his balls almost seemed to be soft and melting. The flesh of his sack joined into the crease of his legs, the crease producing just as much pinkish gray slime. In fact, it seemed almost as if his legs themselves were melting. The flesh flowed together, becoming more uniform and even. His balls disappeared from view and his thighs were sealing together. As the divide between his legs shrank, his groin flattened and smoothed out into a more uniform shape, leaving only his hard cock as a protrusion... though even around the rod came a slight swelling, the lips of a cock slit forming around his rod.

Salem shifted in his sleep, the sensations strange and exhilarating even in his dreams. The snake found them exhilarating for another reason... his host was beginning to feel a lot more like home. Salem's legs continued to fuse down to the knees and then beyond. The bones and muscles in his unified upper legs changed and the horizontal striping continued down past the groin. With the merging of his legs, Salem's limbs began to expand even longer. His knees slipped down a foot and then two feet even as they grew together, his ankles growing gummy and sticking together. As the change reached his feet, his extremities were already sliding off the end of the bed.

The teenager's feet twisted, the soles facing each other before growing together. The bones dissolved from the fleshy tip, replaced by cartilage and muscle. The tail continued to stretch out longer and longer, dangling off the bed, pulling the blanket down before it slid off of his body entirely. Salem's body had grown sleeker, swifter, stronger and more sly. His pale flesh was becoming even more pale, turning gray in several places before darkening further... it was clear he was becoming as much snake as he was man, though where it would stop was something no one knew.

While it wasn't uncommon for Salem to fall asleep with his glasses on, they usually remained on his face until he rolled over and felt them. With ever so subtle changes, Salem's nose was starting to shrink away. His nostrils became more prominent, the crook of his nose disappeared and the glasses went loose on his face. A few moments later, his ears began to shrink, giving the glasses no anchor at all to hold onto. The metal and glass soon slid down, toppling from the mattress to crash onto the floor.

Minutes passed and before long an entire half hour had elapsed. Salem's face had softened, his lips turning black as his nose reduced to nothing but a slight mound with slits on it. His ears were gone, though small round membranes remained... but the most profound change was just starting tot take place. Salem's feathered black hair, the envy of many of his gothic classmates, began to shed slowly. The hair fell out of the follicle ducts, leaving his scalp smoother and smoother until nothing but bare head was exposed. It was a drastically different look for the teenager, but then again so was having a tail rather than legs.

With the hair out of the way, the discoloration of his skin continued, turning from gray to a darker shade. The skin along his back grew tougher and more resilient, firming from flesh to the consistency and color of a deep, dark black rubber. The color spread down past his waist and along his tail. Splotches of black began spreading out across his chest as well, the former skin glistening like latex in the late afternoon light. As the color swept up his neck and across his jaw, the sleeping teenager's head began to slowly shift, growing in ways that it never had before. At first it almost seemed like two thick cords of muscle moved up his neck, connecting to his skull just behind his ears... but as the cords pushed out, it was clear they weren't just for muscle.

The expanding ridges stretched skin out, the sails of flesh taking on thick, deep set grooves just like the lines on his stomach. As the flesh widened, it curved in to join the curve of his scalp. It became clear what the growths were... Salem was the proud owner of a snake hood, much like a cobra. His fang filled jaw parted, his human tongue emerging. As it darted around, the tip pushed out into two pronged forks, the tongue becoming longer and less wide. The fangs glistened with venom and the flesh around the mouth turned darker.

The black pigmentation continued to spread, dominating Salem's now rubbery face. It covered the hood, his scalp and even over his eyes. The last of the pink and gray flesh disappeared, obscured completely by the new material. A the transformation reached almost an hour in length, Salem's body was unrecognizable. He looked like a ten foot long snake man made out of rubber, but the appearance was even more telling than many would suspect. While his body did remain rigid, many of his bones had slowly dissolved away, replaced with more flexible materials. The human's genetic structure was being rewritten as a hybrid between the two species, giving him the resiliency of both. As Salem's body began to solidify into its final form and the eggs in his belly congealed, the serpent knew it was time to make the most important strike. The boy's mind.

In his unconsciousness, Salem had been dreaming about a test he was unprepared for. He sat in his desk, writing away frantically on a paper. He was still pale and skinny in his dream, weak and easily overlooked. Salem turned the page, realizing the test was two sides. He looked up at the clock and tried to keep up.

"Remember class, the test will only work through the scantron if you use a number four pencil." A shadowy teacher stated. Salem froze, looking down at his pencil, panicking even more. He only had a number two. The anxiety grew and grew, but the door to the classroom opened itself, remaining empty for a moment before a massive shadowy black figure slithered into the room. The snake had taken on Salem's physical appearance in the real world, the appearance of a latex alien naga.

His body moved sinuously as he rounded the desks, closing in on Salem. His eyes were a bright silver in color, black vertical slits running through them. He came to a stop at the edge of Salem's desk, reaching out a clawed hand. He lifted the boy's head, the two meeting eyes. Salem froze, looking at the beast, but because it was his dream he wasn't afraid.

"Sssssalem, it isssss time to come with me." The serpent whispered.

"But what about the test?" Salem murmured.

"You have more important things to be doing... Thissss tessssst meanssss nothing." The serpent replied.

"I don't even know who you are." Salem murmured.

"You don't need to." The snake replied, leaning into kiss Salem. The other dream students started to laugh and hoot.

"You're so gay!" one of them shouted. As Salem broke the kiss with the snake, he panted, his own fangs grown in. Salem sat there for a moment, panting, running a forked tongue over his new fangs before he gave the snake another frantic kiss. The snake pet Salem's hair, watching it disappear, replaced by a smooth scalp and growing muscles. Salem pulled back, murmuring gently, groaning as his chest grew tight over muscles.

"This isn't right, this isn't... what are you?" Salem whispered. The serpent closed his eyes for a moment and when they opened, the black masses were swirling with silver lines. The swirling pattern was infectious and soon Salem's eyes were doing the same thing. His body relaxed and he went limp. The snake sprung forward, biting into Salem's neck, the fangs pumping venom into his neck. Salem's face began to warp, pushing forward. His jaw popped and his nose flattened as he took on a serpentine muzzle. His clothes started to shred as his body grew and changed, starting to resemble his body in real life. The snake hissed in delight.

"Yesssss, that is it, join me... We are becoming one.... No longer Ssssssalem, but Ssssssilasssss!" The snake hissed.

"Ssssilasss...." Salem murmured gently. The black snake in his mind shivered in delight, moving to coil around Salem, squeezing him tighter and tighter before the intruder almost burst like a balloon. The black rush of fluid coated over Salem's body, turning human arms into muscled naga ones tipped with claws. His legs fused, his face was turned black and soon they were one and the same.

In the waking world, silver slit eyes opened up as Silas sat up, looking down at his body... Yes, his body. His mind was a foaming sea of memories, of a far distant world and Earth. Both were his homes, both essences were him. They were he and he was Silas... and his belly was very full. His clawed hand moved to caress his huge rotund belly. He had so many sons to lay... sons that would shape the course of the world forever. Silas slithered out of bed and onto the floor, getting used to his new body.

A grin crossed his fang filled maw. He was sexy for the first time in his life. He was dangerous, he was risky. Silas was a better name, he was a better person. He had so much fun to look forward to with his sons, reshaping the world. Silas slithered out of his bedroom, down the hall and out the front door. He had no need to return to that home. It was time to make a new one.

****

The clicking and clacking of a gaming controller filled the basement along with the dull glow of an old CRT television on the sole occupant of the room. Clark was broad shoulders and muscled, his dark chocolate skin complemented by a short inch thick mohawk that ran across his scalp. His eyes were focused on the screen before him, though every so often he'd pause just long enough to take a sip from a purloined can of beer. He felt it easiest to play with a slight buzz, especially if he'd played the games before. Upstairs there was thumping and slamming, shouting and moments of silence. It was just another day in his household. Clark turned the TV up louder, trying to shut it all out but he almost missed a knock on the window.

The teenager turned, seeing the smiling face of Jason/ Clark was surprised, wondering why Jason wasn't out with his girlfriend. He moved over, unlatching the window before he eased it open. Jason wasted no time climbing in the window, dropping down onto the basement floor. He stretched a bit, finding himself far more limber as the new entity he was. He looked Clark over, appreciating his physical specimen.

"Hey Clark, how's it going?" Jason asked, sliding a small backpack off his shoulders.

"Eh, its not the best time man... My parents are having their weekly argument." Clark said.

"Well, I have something that could take your mind off of it..." Jason said, unzipping his backpack. Inside was a Rubbermaid container holding what appeared to be a large jelly egg.

"Ewww, what the fuck is that. You forget to take your lunch out?" Clark groaned.

"No man, its great... Its a snake egg. You should try it." Jason said, opening the container up. Clark was ready to gag, but the only smell that wafted out was sort of like latex or rubber. For all he knew it came from the container.

"That is too big to be from a snake... and aren't snake eggs crusty and white?" Clark asked.

"Dude, haven't you heard of caviar and shit like that?" Jason asked.

"Man, we aren't cultured. We're barely in the suburbs..." Clark murmured, "Where'd you get that anyway, you steal it?" Clark asked. Jason took a breath. The serpent that now owned his body realized it would be a bit more difficult.

"You really want to know?" Jason asked, leaning in a bit. Clark nodded, leaning in as well, expecting to get a great secret. As they met, eye to eye, Jason's eyes turned a soupy black, clouding over before a silver film began to spiral and squirm across his eyes. Clark was about to bolt, but while his muscles tightened he was unable to move. His arms relaxed and hung at his sides and Jason slowly pushed the athlete back, letting him drop into the chair. Jason smiled, reaching down to start groping the human.

"You have a secret, a secret no one else ever knew... That you like guys. You always have." Jason whispered. Clark looked slightly distressed at this information but didn't resist, "You like watching them change, you like watching them workout. You like their muscles and their bodies, you want to be loved by a man and that need fills you like a great hunger." Jason explained.

Clark said nothing, but ever so slowly the cock beneath the fabric of his pants started to stiffen. Jason smiled, groping and stroking it more, reaching up with another hand to pinch and tug his nipple through his shirt. Clark moaned more. Up above there were more shouts and slams, screams and tirades. Jason looked back, meeting eyes with him once more, smiling wider.

"You don't want to end up like your father. You want to have a mate that will understand you, someone that can think the same way. There's no option but another man.... You're gay because men are less work... and there's one man you like more than all the others... Your teammate, Jason." Jason, or rather the serpent inside him explained. Clark swallowed gently, his cock growing even harder. Jason licked his lips, "You want to do anything to impress him, to be with him. Your crush is maddening." Jason whispered. Despite the hypnosis, Clark seemed to be bucking more and more in the chair.

Jason slowly let go of his prey's groin, moving back across the room to where he'd been standing before. He gave Clark one last glance as his eyes returned to normal. Clark blinked and shifted a bit, realizing he had a huge erection. He turned, trying to obscure it from view before realizing he was being rude. He sprung up to his feet and moved over to the mini-fridge, shoving soda cans out of the way to get to the cans in the back.

"Jason, you want beer or anything? I don't have a lot, but... Dude, you're always welcome here." Jason said quickly, trying to impress him. Jason smirked gently.

"I know, I know, but... I figured since I ate one of these, maybe you could too. It'd be like a bonding experience." Jason said. Chills ran up Clark's very tall spine. He glanced back.

"Bonding experience?" he repeated. Jason nodded.

"Yeah... I mean aren't guys supposed to do stupid, risky things? Show how brave they are?" Jason asked. Clark puffed up his broad chest, moving over.

"Damn right we are. Now where is that nasty ass egg?" Clark asked Jason smirked, lifting it up. Clark reached in, taking the egg out of the container. It felt slimy and wet and squishy against his hand. He rolled it around a bit before looking back to Jason.

Jason looked into Clark's eyes with hope and direct eye contact. Clark couldn't back down now. He opened his mouth and brought the egg to his lips, slowly pushing it in. The egg almost secreted slime, staining Clark's teeth and tongue a little. He tried to chew but the egg wouldn't burst. It only swished around his mouth, dancing across his tongue before hitting the back of his throat. Clark felt like he was going to gag before he tried to swallow it. It was hard at first but the egg popped down his throat, sliding down before settling into his stomach. He stuck out his tongue a bit.

"Dude, it tastes like chewing rubbers." Clark grunted. Jason smiled at that.

"Sounds like you have experience." Jason said. Clark grimaced.

"No man, I just mean-" Clark was interrupted.

"Want to have experience?" Jason asked, reaching down to unzip his pants. Clark gasped at the forward move, though his erection grew even stronger.

"Dude, my dad's right upstairs... What if he hears us? He's part of the CIA..." Clark whispered. Jason chuckled.

"Oh, I know... Do you ever go to work with him?" Jason asked, fishing out his thick, hard shaft. Clark groaned softly, looking at the meat, his own shaft starting to drip. He'd never done anything with a man before but he'd always wanted to. Now here was the opportunity, right before his eyes. He licked his lips and tried to resist but soon he dropped to his knees, moving forward to lick at the fat, pink cock head.

"Not... usually, but.... there's this function next week..." Clark muttered between licks. Jason groaned, running his fingers across the jock's short mohawk. That would be enough time for the egg inside of him to prepare itself for infiltration. Clark would be a carrier, getting the egg to the most secure position of the country and Clark wouldn't be any the wiser. For all he knew, he was just about to be a slut sucking down a meat popsicle.

Jason thrust into his mouth, sliding back and forth, groaning and grunting. The serpent had to admit, its human host's body didn't feel entirely bad. He thrust harder and deeper, grinding against the face before him, imagining what a sexy naga the two humans would make. It was a burden being an infiltrator class, but it was an important task to do. The survival of the entire species depended on their abilities to make progress and worm their way into positions of power. It was amazing to believe what could start in a locker room.

****

As evening settled into night, many teenagers from the school were winding down for bed. For Luke Spalding, that meant locking the door and filling his favorite internet browser with more tabs of internet porn than he could count... Although Luke's taste wasn't particularly typical. In school he was a straight-A student, his blond hair always neatly combed, wearing t-shirts with a variety of animals on it... but that was as close to the truth as anyone knew. In his private time Luke scoured the internet for furry art, or more accurately.... scaly art.

His computer was loaded down with pictures of feral snake monsters, anthro snake men, nagas and eastern dragons. He loved the scales, the danger, he loved it all. He'd come across snakes as a child in Texas, but despite being afraid, the experience had thrilled him... and that thrill had turned into an obsession. The teen stroked his hand up and down his own personal 'snake', shuddering in bliss... until there was a heavy thump outside.

His package... The thought occurred to Luke at once. He felt panic rise up in his heart. He'd instructed them to leave the package at precisely seven thirty five the following morning, but it had arrived early... and his parents would be home from work any minute. Luke pulled up his pajama pants, unable to hide his erection, as he ran barefoot through the house. he darted around end tables, the entertainment center and the old oriental rug in the entry way before he threw open the door. Sure enough, there was a non-descript brown UPS box left without signature requirements.

Luke lifted up the box but felt something inside rattle around. He grimaced, realizing they had forgotten to put in the plastic bubble wrap inside. Luke turned the box around, groaning even more. There was even a hole in the box, looking like some creature had tried to chew its way through. If it had been anything else he would have called to complain, but this wasn't any ordinary package... It was a package for his package. Luke skulked back into the house, locking the door behind him. It wasn't long before he was in his room. He pulled a Swiss army knife off of his night stand and began cutting into the box through the packing tape.

After weeks of waiting, it was finally there... his 'dragon tomb'. The sex toy had been carefully made, crafted to precise specifications to resemble a dragon pussy. Luke already had more lube than he could keep track of, but he had now here to put it until now. Luke slowly eased the flaps open, hoping the toy was intact without the packing material. To his surprise, not only was it intact, but it wasn't the toy he had ordered.

Resting in the box, rolling around without protection, was a fourteen inch long black rubber snake. It was thick at the tail and narrow at the head, the rubber mouth held agape and the tail hollow. Luke slowly lifted it up, running his hands over the ribbed latex underbelly, looking at the rubbery crafted fangs. He gave the rubber snake a shake and watched it heavily flop side to side. He almost assumed he'd been sent a random children's toy before he realized the hollow tail was meant for something a bit more fun.

Slowly the mix up didn't seem to be so bad... He'd ordered a sex toy and he had gotten one. While it wasn't quite what he expected it to be, it would be easier to explain if it was found... It was just a really strange toy, he could hear himself saying it now.... and he did love snakes. Luke grinned a bit, deciding to take it out for a test drive. Before long his door was locked and barricaded, his clothes were on the floor and his shaft was hard.

Holding the snake in one hand, Luke pulled out a bottle of lube and began to pour it into the snake toy. The cum colored liquid flooded down into it, some dripping out the other end but not as much as Luke expected. The teenager took a few breaths, stroking himself off before he brought the snake down. The rubber spread out over his cock head, squeezing it. As Luke worked it down, he realized the interior was textured magnificently... Ribs, ridges, tendrils. Luke panted hard as he brought it half way down his cock, back up and then down again.

It was tighter than the pussy toy he'd ordered but it felt so much better. Soon Luke was working the snake up and down, groaning hard, his fingers and toes curling. As the snake slipped up and down his cock, it almost felt like his cock was growing inside it... stretching to nine inches, then ten, then eleven. Luke had no way of realizing the snake on his cock had started to blink.

Luke's body tingled with more pleasure than he could comprehend. The boy's eyes rolled into the back of his head and every pleasurable orgasm began to replay in his mind, from running the torrent of water over his cock until he came for his first orgasm to the best of his masturbation sessions. Luke's body was rigid, his nipples tight. He was so lost in the pleasure that he didn't noticed the black tendrils slipping out of the snake's tail, wrapping around his waist and balls, hooking together so it would be impossible to take off. Luke lifted the snake cock toy away from his body and the rubber tightened, pulling it back, growing tighter by the second. Somewhere in the back of Luke's mind he could feel something was wrong, but it was almost as if he couldn't bring himself to think of anything other than his pleasure.

The effort of masturbating with the toy was becoming more difficult. The rubber tightened, making it harder for the hand to lift it away from the groin. It was anchoring itself down. Soon Luke lacked the strength to lift the toy off his groin, but the toy began to writhe and manipulate his member inside. Soon his hand only slipped up and down the surface as if it were his own cock... though it was far from it.

The serpent slowly awoke from its slumber, stretching and shifting. It brought its head around to look at the human. Its body was so stiff filled with the human's cock, but that was going to change soon. It knew what to do.

Black rubber began to spread out from the tendrils, covering Luke's ass cheeks and balls, giving him latex underwear. His ass cheeks were pulled apart and invaded, his balls massaged and squeezed tight. He panted harder and harder, his blood stream flooded with the stuff. The flashbacks to his pleasured grew more intense, his fantasies coming back to his mind so fast they crashed over one another.

Luke moaned and groaned, the snake stretching the human's cock to eleven inches, then twelve. It was fat and hard and coated in rubber, pulsing in time with his thoughts and his heart. The rubber snake stiffened, feeling the fusing process start. Luke's mushroom shaped head began to push out, taking on the shape of the snake head. The snake head seeped down, fusing to the cock meat. Rubber and flesh blended, the two becoming one.

Blood pockets became rubber muscles, the two blending completely. Soon Luke wasn't running his hand over a toy, but an actual snake... a snake that had taken the place of his cock. The snake shivered in pleasure, starting to move more freely. More alarm bells went off in Luke's head, but they were silenced by a barrage of mind numbing pleasure. The fantasies and joy were like venom seeping through his brain, paralyzing him. Luke felt like he had a thousand pent up orgasms, his body on the verge. His heart raced, sweat beaded across his brown, his mouth was slack and drooling... He wanted to cum but he was afraid of what would happen if he did.

The snake whipped around on its own, wrapping around his wrist before uncoiling, turning to face the human. It looked at him, knowing this was its future body. The snake slowly unhinged its jaw, opened wide and sprayed venom. As the black liquid hit Luke's face, Luke screamed out and came.... It was the most intense orgasm of his life. He was blinded with the white hot glow of it. He felt dizzy, like he was falling. His mind was a jumble, tumbling in a chaotic torrent. He felt like he'd fallen down, down, down and then forward.... but slowly as the minutes passed, consciousness began to return to him.

Luke felt like he had drooled a lot... His mouth was salty and thick with saliva. He licked his lips, though he found them stiff and rubbery. He licked his teeth too, pausing as he felt fangs. Slowly Luke opened his eyes and blinked. He was still in his room, but it looked strange... Larger than life. He went to look down but saw only the floor below him, as if he was suspended in air. In a panic, Luke turned around and then gasped out loud, his entire body going rubbery as he coiled all up. Luke was no longer in his own body... He was in the snake mounted to his groin. It took several moments to adjust to the physical aspects of his condition even if he wasn't mentally prepared.

Luke panted softly, coordinating his muscles before he looked back... at the body that had once been his. The blond teenage male's body still rested in the chair, limp after orgasm, though one hand idly massaged his nipple. He couldn't feel that, he wasn't doing that. Someone else was in his body... and Luke could tell who. He watched the black rubber venom that had been sprayed dominate his face, pushing his lips out into a short muzzle, his lips widening almost all the way back to the jaw. His ears melted away, his blond hair fell out and black covered his head. As the rubber dripped down his throat, it grew ridges on the surface just like the underbelly of the snake toy. Luke was afraid, but at the same time... he was aroused.

He brought his serpentine body back to explore the bulge of his rubber coated balls, snaking between the legs to sniff at his rubber clad ass. It seemed he was a cock snake... and the pleasure of the orgasm hadn't completely let off. While he could still move, he was stiff and aroused.... a whole body arousal, a craving for sex that filled his entire body. It was more potent than it had ever been before. He needed to be touched, to be fondled, to be squeezed and rubbed. His forked tongue emerged and he hissed in need.

Silver slit eyes opened up from his former body, the black rubber coating his shoulders and breast bone, slipping down his arms. The snake head on his own body hissed, bringing a hand down to start stroking the cock snake off. Luke shivered in delight. As strange as this was, he'd lived his life as one horny bastard. Becoming a cock somehow felt... right. He leaned into the hands rubbing his body down, his drool increasing as salty white lube dripped out of his mouth.

The snake used a firm touch, at times too firm as he got used to the human's body. To warn the snake, Luke moved to bite him, sinking his fangs into his former hand. The new owner of the boy's body winced and then groaned. The venom from the cock snake was potent, the hand turning black and rubbery at once. The flesh shifted into latex, the fingers grew claws and the black trailed up his arm, coating his biceps and triceps before sinking into the flesh, converting all the way tot he bone. One arm was clad, the other half coated. The black dominated his upper torso, but it had began to spread down as well.

With every pump of his heart, Luke felt his essence spreading out, rubber trailing off the cock snake to bind the human's legs together. His thighs were pressed, his knees rushed, everything squeezed into a black rubbery tube. The naga soon slipped out of the chair, unable to sit... but he didn't need to anymore. The black rubber spread quickly, but the flesh beneath was changing even faster. His skin turned obsidian black, stiffened and shifted, turning to rubber all the way through. Luke felt so stretchy, so sublime and slick... Like he could melt or pull like taffy. He felt amazing and he felt right for the first time in his life. It became clear he was meant to be a cock, to experience true joy incarnate.

The naga stretched taller as his transformation completed. He yawned and stuck his forked tongue out before giving his cock snake several more pets. The human would be a trusted advisor in important matters ahead, but the naga knew he had to check in with the all-father. As their numbers grew, so did the risk. They were running out of time before they would get noticed. They had to have their plan in place and be ready for the next step.... Their species needed this world.

The Naga turned, moving to the window. He eased it open and climbed out, slithering into the night even as his parents moved back into the house. They put away groceries, discussed their day and contemplated television options, unaware that they would likely never see their son again... and if they did, their lives would never be the same again.

****

The signs were everywhere; No trespassing, condemned, biohazard. The old refinery had been closed for years. Some said it was the economy, others said it was environmental infractions. As dead as it looked from the outside, though, Luke could feel his kind there. It was a staging ground. The naga slithered along, moving through a hole in the fence. He navigated his way around the exterior of the old building, coming to a door that was left slightly ajar. His clawed hand moved out, sliding the door open before he moved into the building itself.

It was strange for Luke, being a cock snake. He had his memories, he had free will, he had his ability to move... but he still felt connected to the naga that had taken over his body. He felt the urge to be with family, to be complete. He looked around with his beady eyes from his vantage point on the naga's groin, truly taken aback. The refinery was impressive, with layers of pipes running every way. There were big vats, oil drums and mechanisms littering the walls... but sheets of black liquid latex were creeping up over it all, coating everything. The floor was slightly soft to the touch, the oil drums were emptying out. The living liquid polymer was feeding off of the organic and synthetic substances to transform the building into a stronghold.

As the Naga advanced further, he sensed movement. He turned, spotting another Naga... and another, and another. There were six in all, slithering about with their work. The naga that had Luke's body nearly swooned looking at them all. They were sleek and black, glistening in the dim moonlight that came through holes in the roof. He could sense who they had been... Nerds and jocks, loners and rebels. Boys of all walks of life turned into robust men, but it was only the start. For every naga he saw, there were more out there in disguise, advancing the agenda.

"Welcome, brother..." came a smooth, silky voice. Luke's naga turned and met eyes with Silas.

"It isssss good to be home." Luke's naga murmured. Silas moved over and raised a clawed hand, stroking the Naga's face before he leaned in. The two snake men met lips and began to kiss, grazing fangs and slapping tongues together. Luke found himself face to head with a normal shaft. The cock was as big as his entire body, laying there all thick and dormant. Luke was almost disappointed, hoping to meet a friend his own size... but the smell of the cock before him was intoxicating. It smelled of sweat and sex and rubber, like a used condom soaked with manly juices.

The cock snake began to drool precum as he rubbed against Silas' shaft, coiling around it, squeezing it and licking at it, resisting the urge to bite his master's cock. Silas looked down at the cock snake before reaching to caress it fondly. Luke's body started to stiffen and engorge, making it harder to move. Silas chuckled, looking at the Naga before him with a curious smile.

"It sssseemsssss you have done well for yoursssself... Winning the human over to our caussssse mussssst have been difficult." Silas murmured. The snake shook his head.

"The human wasssss obssssesssssed with ssssex. He lovessss hissss new form." The naga replied. Silas looked down at the snake cock, petting him some more. Luke shivered, panting, his body going quite rigid. He could feel himself tightening and bulging outward, fattening up with the need for sex. A steady stream of white lube leaked from his lips onto the floor.

"Then... let ussss give him a reward for hisss sssservice." Silas said, turning to face away from the naga before he bent forward slightly. Presented to Luke, before the cock snake, was the muscled and pert ass of the all father. The cheeks were perfectly sculpted like rubber coated melons. There wasn't a dimple or a crease out of place... but the parted cheeks presented something even more alluring. Nestled between the black rubber flesh was a rubber pucker, pulsing and quivering with anticipation. Luke had never been so turned on in all his life. He was a cock, there was a hole.

The naga attached to Luke was stunned that the all -father would present himself so, but for once the naga was being ruled by his cock. He slithered forward, clawed hands slipping forward to caress the hips of the lead naga. Silas hissed in anticipation and Luke moved forward. The cock snake slithered and wriggled between the cheeks, crawling up the crease before working his way back down. His forked tongue came out, licking around the edge... but it wasn't ready yet. Luke began to push his tongue into the fuck hole of the leader, unhinging his jaw slowly.

What had started as a steady trickle of precum became a venomous spray. The black latex ass of Silas was coated with the stuff, but even more, some of the jet of slick sprayed right into his ass. It was exactly as Luke had been hoping for. He started going wild, plunging the tiny forked tongue from his face into Silas' hole. It went in and out, in and out, faster and deeper, but it wasn't enough.

Silas' ass tasted too good to Luke, he wanted it all. He leaned forward, nuzzling the pucker, nudging against it. The tip of his snout edged in and out, the thrusting deepening to his eyes... and soon Luke's head plunged into the hot, tight, dark embrace of the all-father's ass. Luke fucked his whole head in and out, then part of his body. Silas squirmed and quivered, moaning in delight and the naga attacked to Luke could feel it all too... in fact, he was starting to take part.

Luke had almost started to take his autonomy for granted. Being a cock snake, he could move around... but he was still a body part, attached to someone else. The naga started to thrust his hips forward, giving Luke no choice but to go deeper, Inches of his body rammed into Silas, then inches more. Soon the whole foot of cock snake was sliding in and out at someone else's mercy. More than that, Luke's body stiffened, his muscles tightening. He was unable to move, experiencing it all much more like a cock. He drooled lube, he was massaged all over. He was stiff and hard and his mind was numb. All Luke knew was that life was good... and that he felt like his life had true purpose.

The nagas went at it wildly, fucking hard. Silas felt the tongue and fangs of his creation lick his neck, nuzzling him and massaging him. All around the refinery the other nagas had started to go at it in one giant orgy. Silas felt so proud of them all. They had survived the vacuum of space, near extermination and another world would bend to their will. Silas hissed in pleasure, clenching down harder on the cock snake in his ass, feeling him fight and vie for his own movement, only to give into the pleasure once more.

Luke was nearly in a hyper state of consciousness, focused on his pleasure when he felt the blinding white hot waves of orgasm coming to him from afar. He felt the testes and glands of his host pulse, then he felt his entire body tense... and then his entire being filled with the rich semen of his host. It flowed up his entire body, coming to his mouth before it sprayed out. Luke's entire body was devoted to getting the lack goo out in a mad rush. He pumped out pints of it at a time, feeling tingly all over... until the flood finally stopped and Luke unceremoniously passed out cold.

The naga slowly detached from his master, feeling light headed himself. Silas smiled and gave the naga one last pet, leaving him to recover. He looked around at the others going at it, smiling to himself. The snake slithered over to the window of the refinery, peering out. The night was still young. here would be many chances to convert more followers... and his work had already begun. He gazed down at the river in the distance, knowing a sea of jelly eggs rested beneath its surface, waiting and maturing... for when the time was right.

****

The sound of car engines, motors and pumps surrounded the crash sight. Caution tape had been set up around the area and huge black trucks with amber lights had flooded the street. Men in hazmat suits moved around the entire area, spraying down the ground with various chemicals while others lifted the meteorite fragments into a canister for transport. The canister was stainless steel with glass partitions and each fragment was carefully labeled and identified.

Conner Lasik stood on his back porch, watching it all unfold. The night was cold, just like the night it had crashed. The man stood in a red and black plaid shirt, his brown hair curly. His blue jeans were stained and worn, a circular bulge resting in his back hip pocket. Conner had planned to call Nasa, or even better, fortune hunters when the meteorite crashed in his back yard, but the authorities had shown up on their own and got to work.

After hours of preparation, the men began to move out. The meteorite fragments were loaded up along with soil samples. Conner watched in awe as the crater was filled in with dirt, the chain link fence replaced. They even laid down grass seed across it all. One by one the trucks pulled away, but as the last of the hazmat suited men moved out, two men in black suits with narrow black ties moved up.

"Mister Lasik?" One of them asked. Conner turned, looking at the men. They were both in their twenties, a Latino man with short black hair and cinnamon colored skin somewhere around twenty four while his partner was a little older at twenty eight with shaved brown hair the same length as his perfectly groomed sideburns which moved down to his jaw. Despite being night time, both men were wearing designer sunglasses.

"Yeah?" Conner asked dubiously.

"I'm Lieutenant Trent White, Nasa clean up team division six. We have a few last questions for the report." The older agent commented.

"I guess so... Oh, thanks for fixing my yard." Conner said. He was glad the damage was repaired, though he worried that he wouldn't get any payment for the meteorite. The younger officer cracked a smile.

"Well, its the least we could do. We don't want these events disrupting anyone's lives." he commented.

"So, the crash occurred at eight twenty six, is that correct?" Trent asked.

"Yeah, I was getting ready for another beer run and there was this huge explosion... After that meteorite crash in Russia I wondered if I could make it real big myself, make some profit. I guess... that's not going to happen now?" he asked.

"Well, we'll make sure you get what you should for a situation like this." the younger partner explained.

"Just one more question, sir. Did you see anything unusual involving the meteorite? Anything... out of the ordinary?" Trent asked.

"You mean other than crashing in my yard? No... should I have?" Conner asked. Trent shook his head.

"No sir, no. Just being complete." Trent said, reaching into his pocket, withdrawing a small black rectangular device.

"That your smart phone?" Conner asked. Trent gave a slight shrug.

"In a manner of speaking." he said, bringing the device up before Conner, "If you'll look right here I'll take a photo for the records." Trent said. Conner gazed at the device, Trent depressed a button and there was a bright blue flash of light, flooding the porch and washing over Conner. Conner's eyes slowly glazed over as he got a drunken expression on his face.

"What you witnessed last night was a natural gas explosion caused by a faulty septic tank and errant static electricity from a neighbor not cleaning out their dryer lint trap." the junior partner explained, "Luckily the damage was mostly above the surface, scorching only a small area of your yard."

"Just remember to keep those lint traps clean. Have a good day sir." Trent said. The two agents moved off the porch and around the house, leaving Conner in his fazed state for a few moments longer. They climbed into the glossy black Cutlass waiting out front, buckling in. The headlight snapped on, the car pulled out onto the street and rolled along. As they drove, there were other agents on other door steps with occasional blue flashes, neighbor by neighbor.

"So... What do you think, T?" The junior partner asked.

"Early lab report showed traces of atomic disulfide and high traces of ammonia. That and the oddly smooth crawling pattern, my guess is we've just encountered the Neith." T explained.

"The Neith?" his partner asked.

"Highly adaptable serpentine creature... They were originally created by an alien race to eliminate small pests, but they were so adaptable that they became symbiotic and then parasitic, turning their creators into tools and evolving into their own race. They can have countless configurations since they have complete control over their latex like bodies. If they really did land here, we're in deep shit S." T explained. S leaned back in his seat, running a hand over his short hair.

Two months ago he never would have remotely believed there was anything like sentient latex snake parasites, but that was before he had seen the truth, the secrets of the universe. He looked over at T, driving along. They had worked together well as partners so far, but S wanted more. He wanted to see T unwind, to get loose, to open up... More than that, S wanted a kiss from the man that had saved and changed his life forever.

S closed his eyes, imagining his partner locking lips with him, their bodies pressed together at a club, bumping and grinding... but he soon opened his eyes again, realizing his suit was getting tented by an erection. He blushed but T didn't seem to notice, focused on the job as always. S swore if there was an alien tool or substance to make T as attracted to him as he was to T, he'd use it... but that was a pipe dream for another day. Right now they had an alien invasion of rubber snakes to stop.... just another day of work after all.