Jane’s leggings slid down her scaled thighs with a soft rustle, pooling around her ankles as she stepped out of them. Ryan’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on her transformed body, while Sophie pulsed eagerly between his legs, her 18-inch length straining upward, her glans-head tilting to get a better view. Jane stood there, exposed, her pale scales shimmering under the apartment’s dim light, stretching from her collarbone down to her thighs. Her breasts, full and round, gleamed with that same reptilian sheen, their smooth, nipple-less surfaces quivering slightly as she shifted. But it was what lay between her legs that drew their attention most.
Where her pussy had once been was something entirely new—a large, glistening slit that looked human at first glance, complete with plump labia and a pronounced clit, but it was bigger, deeper, its edges faintly scaled. It pulsed faintly, wet and inviting, and Ryan could see the depth of it, a cavernous opening that seemed to beckon. “That’s… my cloaca,” Jane said, her voice shaky but laced with a strange pride. “From Sable. My snake. It’s… it’s me now.”
“Fuck, Jane,” Sophie breathed, her mouth parting to let a bead of pre-cum drip down her chin. “That’s insane. And hot.” Her tits jiggled as she throbbed, her veiny torso gleaming with arousal. Ryan felt it too—his pussy clenched, dripping wet between his feminine thighs, the heat of Sophie’s lust feeding into his own.
Jane’s flush deepened, her long, forked tongue flicking out to wet her lips—an unconscious gesture that made Ryan’s cock—Sophie—twitch harder. “There’s more,” Jane said, her hands trembling as she spread her legs slightly. “Watch.” She took a deep breath, and then, from within that enlarged cloaca-vagina, something emerged. Two thick, glistening shafts slid out, each a foot long, their surfaces slick and faintly scaled, tapering to blunt, rounded tips. Her hemipenes—twin cocks inherited from her snake fusion—stood erect, pulsing with her heartbeat, their bases rooted deep inside her transformed slit.
“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes wide. Sophie moaned, her length surging as a fresh wave of pre-cum oozed from her mouth. “Jane, you’ve got… two dicks?”
“Yeah,” Jane said, her voice low, almost a hiss. “They retract when I’m not… you know. But when I’m turned on…” She trailed off, her scaled abdomen flexing as her hemipenes bobbed slightly, glistening with her arousal. “It happened the day after the Wave. I was alone, freaking out, and then I felt this—this heat. My pussy started changing, stretching, and then these came out. I couldn’t stop touching them. Still can’t.”
“You’re perfect,” Sophie said, her tone thick with need. “Ryan, look at her—she’s made for us.” She flexed, her 18-inch length swaying, her tits bouncing as she angled toward Jane. “I wanna fuck her. Please, Ryan.”
Jane’s eyes flicked to Ryan, then back to Sophie, her breath quickening. “I… I came here to check on you, but seeing you like this…” She stepped closer, her flexible torso bending slightly, her scaled breasts brushing the air inches from Ryan’s chest. “I’ve been so horny since it happened. I can’t stop thinking about sex. And you—you’re huge, Sophie. I think… I think I could take you.”
Ryan swallowed, his heart pounding. His pussy was soaked, his feminine ass trembling as he shifted his weight. “You sure?” he asked, his voice rough. “She’s… a lot.”
Jane nodded, her tongue flicking out again, long and sinuous. “I’m sure. My cloaca—it’s deep. I’ve tested it. I can handle her.” She reached out, her fingers brushing Sophie’s veiny shaft, and Sophie gasped, her head tilting back as a shudder ran through her.
“Fuck, yes,” Sophie whimpered. “Ryan, do it. Fuck her with me.”
He didn’t need more convincing. He stepped forward, guiding Jane to the couch. She sank onto it, spreading her legs wide, her cloaca-vagina glistening, her hemipenes retracting slightly to give him access. Ryan knelt between her thighs, his feminine hips swaying as he positioned himself. Sophie was rigid, 18 inches of thick, veiny flesh, her tits heaving with every pulse, her mouth dripping pre-cum as she stared at Jane’s slit. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Sophie said, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Ryan gripped her base—his own cock base, unchanged from before the fusion—and lined her up. Jane’s cloaca parted easily, its wet heat enveloping Sophie’s tip as he pushed forward. “Oh fuck,” Jane gasped, her head tipping back, her scaled breasts quivering. “It’s so big—keep going!” Ryan thrust, slow at first, watching Sophie’s glans-head disappear inside, her mouth stretching slightly as she slid deeper. The sensation hit him hard—Jane’s tight, slick walls gripping Sophie, every inch of her length sending waves of pleasure through him. Sophie moaned, her voice echoing from within Jane, “Ryan, I can feel her—she’s so wet!”
He pushed harder, burying Sophie’s 18 inches fully inside. Jane’s cloaca stretched to take her, the scaled edges of her slit flush against Ryan’s feminine pelvis, her clit pulsing against his skin. Sophie’s tits pressed into Jane’s scaled abdomen, her veiny torso flexing as Ryan began to thrust. “Yes, yes, fuck her!” Sophie cried, her mouth drooling pre-cum inside Jane, adding to the slickness. Jane’s hands gripped the couch, her flexible torso arching as she rocked against him, her breath coming in sharp hisses.
“It’s so deep,” Jane panted, her tongue lolling out, long and forked, brushing her own scaled chest. “I can feel you everywhere, Sophie—fuck, you’re perfect!” Her cloaca clenched, rippling around Sophie’s length, and Ryan groaned, his pussy spasming in response, dripping onto the floor beneath him. The dual sensations—Sophie’s pleasure, his own—were overwhelming, a feedback loop of raw, animalistic need.
He fucked her harder, his feminine hips slapping against her scaled thighs, Sophie’s shaft glistening as it slid in and out, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “Jane, you’re so tight,” Sophie gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum—Ryan, make me cum!” He reached down, rubbing Jane’s clit with his thumb, and she screamed, her cloaca tightening as her hemipenes twitched inside, still retracted but pulsing with her arousal.
“Me too,” Jane hissed, her body writhing, her scales glinting as she bucked against him. “Don’t stop—fuck me, Ryan!” He slammed into her, Sophie’s full 18 inches driving deep, and then it hit—Sophie’s orgasm ripped through her, her mouth-urethra erupting inside Jane, thick ropes of cum flooding her cloaca. Jane came a second later, her slit spasming, her voice a keening wail as her body shook. Ryan’s pussy clenched, a sharp, wet climax soaking his thighs, his knees buckling as he rode it out.
He pulled back, Sophie sliding free with a wet squelch, her length softening to eight inches as she “slept,” her face slack and dripping with Jane’s juices. Jane lay there, panting, her cloaca still pulsing, a mix of Sophie’s cum and her own slickness leaking onto the couch. “That was… unreal,” she murmured, her tongue flicking lazily.
“Yeah,” Ryan said, catching his breath, his feminine ass sinking onto the floor. Sophie stirred faintly, mumbling, “You’re amazing, Jane.”
Jane smiled, her eyes glinting with something new—hunger. “We’re not done,” she said, sitting up, her hemipenes sliding out again, erect and glistening. “Your turn, Ryan.”