But…
Your mind felt foggy and bloated with something, thoughts swirling about. Chaotic and incomprehensible. From within the void of your mind, a part of you wanted to follow Jessie, but in the end you just couldn’t be bothered to. Laying against the wall, your eyes blankly stare at the slowly closing door, confused and most of all, horny, your serpentine orbs going dull as your rationale dissipates, driven to the deepest parts of your conscious.
The sound of moaning, growling, squeaking and panting beckons you. Turning towards the source, you take notice of your spawns grinding against each other in lustful heat. Your firstborn was the most aggressive, pinning the lizard onto the floor while growling like an animal. The savage behavior radiating from the beast instills pride within you. Your gaze slowly shifts to the one you had saved earlier, bearing your essence but made of the essence of another.
Walking past the pair, now roughly mating like beasts as the feline plunges his prickly cock deep into the reptilian female, surrendering herself to the other. The white feline growls with every thrust, each plunge stretching his mate’s opening wider and wider, going deeper than mortally possible. You hiss lustfully as your golden form reach the eagle, intent on making him truly yours. The mere thought of doing so makes you salivate, your lust barely contained by your unyielding will.
The muscular eagle pathetically flexes, panting in the throes of pleasure, his tongue hanging out from his beak. His taloned hands desperately fumble with his own cock, each stroke sending a wave of growth all across his body. His muscular barreled chest heaves as his pecs inflate, the growth making him rasp as his beak is practically crushed between the mounds of muscle. As you reach him, the eagle's knees buckle, forcing him to kneel on the floor. His gaze shifts to you, begging for help in relieving himself as he stares at you with such pathetic need.
You circle around him, your coils surrounding him with every step you take. His eyes were foggy and dull, as if the mind within was lost, melted into the muscles he was growing so feverishly. The circle finished as you end your walk back in front of his kneeling form. Without further delay, you strut towards him, twin pillars of steel ready to be serviced.
The throbbing within your balls felt so strong that it felt like they were vibrating, the same applying to the eagle as his free talon clutches his sack in need. Your claws gently caress his muscular neck, coils inching closer, constricting. Grabbing both of his arms and shoving them away, you force him to writhe as he was kept from his release, the growing strength waning as the essence within him sings to his entire being.
You climb the eagle’s thighs, levering your tools of creation in line with the eagle’s own beak. He pants in need, parting his beak without a hint of hesitation, letting you in.
Your cocks throb at the invitation as you slowly slide them in. The latex saliva was hot and slimy, easing your entrance. Both of your cocks lodge themselves in his throat, bulging obscenely. You begin to pump, slowly at first. But over time the speed increases, all the while restricting your prey from even touching himself.
With a vicious hiss you came, your essence flooding into his being, pouring out of his beak in buckets as it bathes him in it. Yellow goo splatters over his body, sticking like glue. His eyes immediately roll into the back of his head, now ready for the second stage. Your serpentine gaze falls to the eagle's crotch.
Hesitance washed over you. It was a degradation of yourself.
You shake your head to repress the thought.
You needed to purge him from the wolf’s essence to fully replace it with your own, by any means necessary.
You stumble to your knees, taking the massive girth between your claws, scales almost shivering as you feel the thick member bulge and throb with repressed strength. You give it a tentative lick, and the beast’s body shudders in pleasure.
A lustful grin stretches across your maw. Licking your lips in a haze, you slowly insert the massive cock between your snake-like jaws, before you push. The muscular eagle convulses wildly as your throat accommodates the cock deep into yourself, constricting and massaging the rod deep within.
With the mind shut down, the eruption wasn’t able to be held or stopped. Brown goo erupts into your throat and you milk it away. Each gulp fills you with the essence of the other, the torrent of slime slowing down to a sputter, until it finally stops.
You pull back, the limp cock sliding out from the depths of your throat. Experimentally, you give a small taste of the eagle with your tongue, a victorious grin crossing your maw. Indeed, the taste now belonged to you.
The feeling of strength flows through you, the enhanced essence of the rival infusing into you. Your body bulges in size as muscle forms and grows below your lithe, mesomorphic body.
You gasp as you stand, your body growing exponentially until the feeling dies down. While an unexpected result, it was not unwelcome. Your domineering gaze falls back to your new spawn, your jaws parting in a simple command.
“Rise.”
The eagle snaps awake before standing before you, body bulging, his rod as hard as the muscles of his physique.
“Join them.”
The eagle obediently walks over to the roughly copulating mates, leaning behind the white feline before straight up plunging into him. The male roars in pleasure before continuing. The reptilian female moans harder as the weight of two males thrust into her.
You grab your wet rods and stroke them in tandem to the thrust of your spawns. The female didn’t need to be converted to your spawn yet. There is a use in diversity after all.
But you felt something was missing, the grip on your rods slackening.
Another member...
The door that had closed was called into your mind, your gaze snapping to it. Your form moves towards it with purpose. As you neared, the heady scent appears to weaken, even as it seems to feel as strong. Your now much more muscular form stomps to the door and you open it, revealing another dark room.
Your hearing catches the muttering of a female.
Your fangs twist into a grin, slit pupils dilating.
Following the sounds leads you to a human girl holding her head in her hands as she sobs and mutters. As your apathetic gaze examines her, your mind swirls. The clothes she wore, the color of her hair…
Why did she seem so familiar?
The moment you came into view, she notices you and she screams.
The sound of her frightened voice awakens something within you. Your eyes bulge, the grin plastered across your maw instantly fading. The memories of mere moments ago make you retch.
Like a balloon popping inside your head, the heady fogginess disappears and you take control once more. But pushing it aside for now, and probably a mental breakdown later, you steel yourself.
“Jessi-” You hiss, but she screams even harder, tears flowing from wild eyes. “Jessie.”
“Stay AWAY!” She cries as she curls into herself, scared as if possessed. What was making her like this?
Instead, as if by instinct, your body lights up the darkness of the room that you had not noticed before. The light seemed to catch her attention, but she averts her gaze to the floor once more. You tried to take a step forward, but she quickly reacts to your move.
“I’m sorry, Jessie, please...” You hiss in hopes she hears your inflection, yet she shakes her head as if in disbelief. “I… I didn’t know what came over me.”
“You’re not Martin.” Your scales tense from her monotone voice, as if her very soul had been sucked from her. The thought strikes a dangerous realization inside you.
A fear you knew of who you are.
But you didn’t give up. You kneel, your muscular form in supplication and in the most passive form you could do.
You lower your head down to the floor and you bow to her, surrendering.
“It’s me... Please.” Your hisses were in a tone you hope she could understand.
Your light reaches her as her eyes clear up from the crazed look, but the fear was still there. You needed to do something drastic.
Reaching your arms out, you bring your claws over your muscular arms and rake it. You dig deep enough to leave rips in your latex flesh, as you engrave 'MARTIN' in your arm.
The pain was strong, but being latex, it didn’t really hurt physically. Your fangs clench from the strain.
It hurt mentally, your mind screeching for you to stop in a voice that barely resembles your own.
Slowly, the fear in her mind ceases as she rushes to your injured arm, careful not to touch it but worrying nonetheless.
“Oh my gosh Martin what did you do?!” Jessie fusses over your arms from a distance. “Why did you do that?!”
“To prove myself.” You hiss in response. At least you won’t forget how to talk later on. You gaze at her apprehensively, concern filling your serpentine eyes. “How are you?”
“I don’t know what happened. It was so scary Alex just began to fuck Sam like a beast I didn’t know what happened I even don't know why I ran!” She panics as she explains it all, scared shitless. “I don't even KNOW why I was so scared! I know all of you and I just feare-”
She stops abruptly, not wanting to tell you what it meant. But you already knew, and you fear it as well.
“I’m sorry for running away.” She hugs you the moment she notices that the latex was no longer flowing, your scales shivering at the warmth from her body.
You give a reassuring hiss. Standing up, you help Jessie to her feet. This time you’re leaving your light on for quite some time.
You lead the way, your form being bigger obscuring the view that you would not want Jessie to see, and maybe protect her if they were lost as well.
The moment you stood inside the doorway, you notice the slumped forms of Sam, Alex and Tyson, groaning in what seems like a hangover.
Latex was splattered all over the floor in mixed colors consisting of white, purple, and brown. Your mouth straightens into a thin line, as you were unable to explain the sight to Jessie.
“Can someone explain why I have cat boy in me?” Sam calls out under Alex, confusion lacing her slurred voice.
“Why do I feel like I have a log in me?” Alex blearily mutters in confusion, the thick thing in his ass throbbing while Tyson behind him simply groaned.
“But… If Jessie ran away before Alex even started fucking, then why did she say that Alex started fucking immediately?”
The smell in the room disperses as your light touches it, a sigh of relief slipping from your maw as scent would no longer be an issue.
Your eyes close in thought, claws massaging your lower jaw.
“Was it all in her mind? Brought forth by the musk?”