“Yes… I think I understand now.” She says smiling, although you're more confused than ever.
“Key? What key?” The tiger asks, hands still on his head after his outburst. “Why did I start yelling?”
The purple reptile pauses. “You told me that the dragon corrupted half your body with his essence, right?” She asks, with your feline friend nodding.
“Yeah, but what do you mean by ‘corrupted?’” He asks. She paces back and forth and brings a clawed finger up to her jaw.
“That dragon, he has a sort of 'corruptive charisma.' I'm sure you noticed how the latex that began to transform you was trying to pleasure you, yes?” She asks, her head tilting. The tiger gazes back in silence.
You nod, thinking back to how the yellow goo covering you did all sorts of things before fully turning you into a snakeman, and then the bliss and sensitivity that followed the transformation.
But what did this have to do with you being some “key?”
She looks at the tiger in puzzlement. “You told me that your scaly friend helped you turn into that form.” She said, causing you to divert your gaze out of embarrassment in how you did it. The tiger nodded wildly.
“Yeah! When we first came into this room my arm and leg were drenched in black latex, like the dragon!” He yells. “They looked exactly like the dragon's body too!”
“But it kept trying to spread across my body, and tried to enter my…” He trails off, blushing. The lizardwoman nods, closing her eyes.
“But then my yellow reptilian friend there covered me in yellow latex, and now I'm this.” The purple reptile shoots you a curious smile, causing you to hiss in embarrassment. Clearly the former human boy had no idea where said yellow latex came from.
She turned to you. “I'm going to assume that when the yellow latex overtook you, your determination to resist and break free was so strong it 'corrupted’ the symbiote into helping you.” You look down at your yellow scales of latex curiously. “And not only that, it can 'corrupt’ the other symbiotes as well. This could probably apply to the tiger's symbiote too.” She adds.
“Your symbiote, it is the key to undoing the black dragon's essence.” She glances back at the white tiger. “Although, I have a feeling it isn't perfect. Perhaps some of the dragon's latex still is under the white latex,” She says pointing to the feline. “Even now it may be trying to overtake you, although more subtly by influencing your thoughts...”
“Is that why my mood changed so randomly?” The tiger asks, and she nods. “I have no doubts... And yet, it may have affected me as well.”
“Thinking on it now, I must have still been in that sex depraved state when I saw you both…” She hisses quitely, then looks back at you, eyes meeting. "I suppose that winged devil let me possess the idea that I had a semblance of free will."
So then she wasn't just putting up an act earlier?
You freed her?
“Gazing upon those beautiful golden scales of rubber, eyes filled with an unbreakable spirit, it felt as if my humanity reached me again.”
“Then I suppose my first instinct was to attack you. Sorry…” She says, breaking eye contact with you, and crossing her arms across her breasts, the latex leaking from them reduced to droplets. You nod in understanding.
“It's odd. You possess an uncanny similarity to the dragon, despite being completely opposite.” She muses. “You radiate a sort of calmness, while that bastard makes your skin crawl. I believe that
calmness is the only thing keeping me and the feline from succumbing to his will.”
"And not only that, you're essence restores sanity." She adds.
"Maybe you can restore the free will of those poor drones." She whispers. The room goes silent.
“Wait! What are we going to do about my friends?!” The white tiger suddenly exclaims, both you and the lizardwoman glancing at him.
“The moment they enter this place the dragon will probably try to capture them. He may even use them as leverage to try to get us to give up.” She says solemnly, the tiger appearing to grow more nervous at this, shaking his head in denial despite knowing it would happen.
“But we can't be swayed. Perhaps you...” She points a claw at you, a smile on her maw, “If they do get transformed, you might be able to use that tool of yours to cover them in your own essence.” She says, giving a wink. "Hopefully it proves this theory true."
You blush and instinctively reach down to cover your members and balls, a chuckle coming from the lizardwoman and a nervous hiss coming from you. Conspicuous yellow latex drips from your cocks.
“Eugh… So that's where that goo came…?” The muscled tiger looks away, with a laugh coming from the purple reptile. Her laugh grows louder as the tiger suddenly remembers your seed flew into his mouth.
“Better than becoming some latex sex slave for that insane bastard.” She giggles, causing the tiger to begrudgingly nod.
“But they could be here already. My friends…” The feline whispers, worry in his voice again.
"Don't worry tiger, if anything I'm sure we can scare them off." The lizardwoman says. But he shakes his head.
"If we do that, they might end up telling people. And if they do that..." All three of you sigh. It truly is inevitable for them to get involved. It was either a group of curious teenagers or the entire city.
You walk over to him and pat his back, causing squeaks to resound. He looks at you and you nod, a slight grin crossing your maw, your fangs poking out. He smiles back.
“I still can't believe it, honestly.” The purple reptile whispers, causing your head to turn to her. You give a curious hiss.
“We have someone who possess their own corruptive force. It seems we have our own mad dragon.” She says, grinning. You stare back.
“Although, sane snake seems more appropriate.”
You cover your face and hiss bashfully at how ridiculous it sounds. You don't like the use of the word 'corruptive' either.