Riven stood at the heart of Facility Theta, surrounded by his pride. Their hands roamed his massive form, their golden-black bodies pressed against him, breathing him in, **worshiping** him. The air was thick, electric with raw power, with the symbiotic connection binding them all together.
His first progeny, the largest of the three, knelt at his chest, his claws tracing over the hard ridges of Riven’s broad pectorals, his golden mane brushing against Riven’s latex-coated flesh. His breath was hot, reverent. “You are the **Alpha,** the **King.**”
The second was at his side, his hands sliding along Riven’s flanks, his fingers sinking slightly into the shifting latex. His voice was hushed, awed. “You are **perfection.**”
The third, the most recently converted, was at his back, pressing against him, **merging** into him, his body melting into sleek, flowing black-gold latex that pulsed as it sank into Riven’s muscles. His words were whispered, lost in pleasure. “You are **everything.**”
Riven rumbled, his deep leonine growl vibrating through the chamber. He could **feel** them—not just their hands, their touch, but **their essence.** Their forms were becoming **pliable,** their latex softening, **merging** into his own.
Their adoration was **fuel.**
Their **bodies** were **his.**
His first progeny moaned as his fingers sank deeper into Riven’s chest—not clawing, not hurting, but **offering.** His golden eyes rolled back as his body **melted**, his massive frame **losing cohesion**, flowing into Riven’s own. His arms, his torso, his thick muscles—all of it **dissolved**, becoming **part** of the King’s greater form.
Riven gasped as the power **flooded** through him, his frame stretching, thickening, his veins pulsing with liquid **dominance.**
The second moaned as well, his body pressing tighter, his latex-coated muscles becoming **softer,** his arms melding into Riven’s waist, his golden mane merging with Riven’s growing mass. His words were breathless. “Take us, my King… let us become **you.**”
The third whimpered, his body now **half-absorbed**, his arms wrapping around Riven’s back as his chest **sank** into him. The last thing he whispered before his face **dissolved** was pure **worship.**
“We… are… yours…”
Riven **roared.**
His body **swelled,** his muscles **ballooning**, his latex-coated form expanding, his chest thickening, his arms stretching wider as **three** new **skulls** formed from his mass.
Three **heads.** Three **sets of fangs.** Three **golden-eyed faces, all growling in unison.**
He stood taller now—**10 feet,** his weight an unfathomable **900 pounds** of pure, liquid **power.** His form was **massive**, a titan of living latex and leonine **dominance.**
His arms were **thicker**, lined with golden cracks of energy where the **three warriors** had **become him.**
His mane was longer, more **wild,** stretching down his massive shoulders, writhing with symbiotic **life.**
He flexed his claws, feeling the **strength** of his former pride coursing through him. They were **inside him now.** Not dead. Not gone.
They were **one.**
A deep, rumbling **purr** escaped from all three throats at once, his massive tail whipping behind him. He was **more** than just a leader now.
He was the **pride itself.**
And the **world** would soon **kneel.**