All anthros had vestiges of their feral counterparts both physically and mentally. The former manifested in their outward appearance and unique inner workings, though the latter tended to be far less apparent, and took the form of instincts. Prey had natural instincts to stray away from predators, territorial species tended to be more protective of their living spaces, and other such manifestations of these inherent drives.

While much of these instincts became intertwined with a specific species’ culture, instincts that pertained to survival became mostly unnecessary in a modern world, and as such only the most profound of these survival instincts behind, the ones that were particularly difficult to overcome either due to their potency or due to lack of experience.

A natural instinct present in nearly every land-faring animal was a fear of snakes. The deadly creatures would inspire fear in any creature that saw them, with feral animals learning to do their best to avoid the serpents at risk of a slow and painful death. In anthros, this instinctual fear was still present, and while snakes were by no means dangerous like their feral counterparts, it was difficult to fully expunge the instinctual discomfort caused by laying eyes on one’s visage.

To anthro snakes, this situation provided both a downside and an opportunity. Making friends could, at times, be somewhat difficult, particularly for young snakes that are surrounded by other youths that have far less control over their instincts than adults. Though, having an inherently intimidating physicality certainly provided some benefits, allowing snakes to get their way quite often, and hold a generally domineering role in most situations.

Anthony was an anthro snake, and growing up, he always found it rather difficult to make friends, as expected for his species. His mother, Melissa had anticipated this, of course, and was more than content to be her child’s only friend, providing him with as much attention and emotional support as necessary. Though, even before Anthony was born, his mother was particularly kinky.

As he grew up, Melissa began to inundate her son into her lewd lifestyle, finding that he was just as fetishistic as she was. The partners she brought home grew more infrequent as she and her child became inseparable, with every day being filled with some new lewd escapade. Both of them were limitless, though Melissa particularly loved to explore all types of fetishes, loving the sheer absurdity of them over any pleasure they may bring, and her son was always happy to oblige.

Melissa was still a rather successful businesswoman, and had a rather stern personality, with a more lewd and perverse side shining through whenever she indulged in sexual pleasure with her son. Anthony was similar, in a way. Not having many friends growing up, he took after his mother in terms of personality, being assertive and dominant in most situations, and seeing others as either obstacles or toys.

They weren’t sadistic, exactly, they were just uncaring of what they did to others and each other. Being the more magically attuned between the two, Melissa tended to be the leader in their more extreme sessions, as she was confident she could undo any damage caused. More than a few times, she’s brought her son back from death. When the body dies, the soul no longer remains attached to the physical form, but so long as a resurrection was performed before the soul became too disassociated with the body, they could be brought back from death without much issue.

Currently, Melissa wore a particular magic item, a pendant attached to a necklace, to facilitate resurrection. If a soul was expunged from one’s body nearby, it would be captured by the pendant and held there for a time, allowing them to regain awareness of their surroundings from the view of Melissa. In essence, they lived on from the perspective of Melissa, but had no way to control her body, only being able to speak to her telepathically.

Snakes typically had legs and a tail like other anthros, though Melissa intentionally remained as a naga, an anthro snake with a long, serpentine lower body rather than legs. Currently, she was in her own home, her upper body resting across a bed large enough for two people. Her snake body, which measured around 30 feet, an impressive length even for nagas, was splayed out across the rest of the room, though a notable length rested beside her on the bed, thickly coiled around her non-naga son.

At least, it WAS her son, though currently, it was no more than a corpse, with the soul of her son being retained in her pendant. She soon awoke at the sound of an alarm clock, tensing up her whole body at the irritating noise, which unintentionally caused her coils to tighten, resulting in more than a few intense injuries to the body she held.

“Nnngg… Anthony, I thought I told you to wake me up… Anthony…?”

She relaxed her body again, opening her eyes at the lack of her son’s response. She smacked an open palm indiscriminately atop the alarm clock to quiet the device before checking on her son, loosening her coils until she stared into the lifeless eyes of Anthony’s body.

“Oh, you’re dead.” She looked down at her pendant, the red crystalline structure now glowing to signal that it was full. “So when did you give out?”

“Sorry, I forgot to check the clock as you ground my bones to paste.” Her son retorted sarcastically in her head.

“Did you undo the regeneration glyphs I gave you?”

“You never gave me any regeneration. You just turned pain into pleasure, then promised to be careful.”

“Hmm… you should really know me better by this point.”

“I was already in your coils by that point. And I know you well enough to know that you would’ve killed me right then and there for not believing you.”

“Hmm~... yeah~.” She began to stretch her body, moving her son’s corpse so it laid belly down on a thicker portion of her lower body, then aligned her upper body to it. Along with being a naga, she also transformed herself to be a dick girl, boasting a pair of 12 inch cocks whenever they protruded from her genital slit. “So what finally did you in?”

“Internal bleeding… probably. You started having wet dreams and tensing up your coils, so you crushed my body pretty quickly. I was too distracted by the mind-shattering orgasms and too delirious from the lack of air to actually keep track of what finally killed me.”

Melissa’s heart skipped a beat as she heard her son’s gruesome description, feeding into her lust perfectly as she aligned her duel cocks with the body’s ass, spreading the hole wide before plunging them inside, conversing verbally conversing with her son as she roughly fucked him. 

“Sounds like you had a pleasant evening then~.”

“Are you going to revive me after you rape my corpse?”

“Mmm… maybe~. I’m thinking I’ll just eat you and carry you to your little school myself~.”

“I’m old enough to walk, you know. You could’ve slept in.”

“Maybe I wanna see this damn college that you’re so insistent on leaving me for? Can’t imagine they’ll have anyone like me there.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll even go a day or two without getting murdered there.”

“Can’t wait for my son to become a pansy bitch that I’ll have to break all over again once you come crawling back.”

“I suppose that’s better than you. You’re no more than a necrophiliac.”

“And YOU…” She pushed both her cocks deep inside, spreading the hole immensely wide as she came in time with their conversation reaching a boiling point. “...are tail fat~.”

She finally said as she grabbed her son’s upper body, opening her snake like mouth wide and stuffing his head inside. She kept his body crunched up to swallow the rest of it, being familiar with the process of voring her son both dead and alive.

This was no more than a symbolic gesture. When Melissa was young, she used rituals to give her body a unique feeding method, allowing her to feed off the intense emotions of others by plunging her fangs into their body as they felt these emotions. After doing so, her body would magically transform the emotions, which were a form of soulful energy, into physical nutrients. Even now, she was harvesting the emotions from the soul inside her pendant, siphoning them as necessary to keep herself satisfied. As such, her stomach was now no more than a holding chamber for people she intentionally vored, digesting things at a glacially slow pace, which she could increase at will if she wanted to fully digest someone.

Arguments like the one they just indulged had grown increasingly common between the two of them as the time came for Anthony to leave for college. Just as Melissa was her son’s only true friend, Anthony was the only person she felt she could truly confide herself in. Now that he was leaving, she would feel alone for the first time in decades. She loathed the thought of returning to strangers and hookups for her fantasies, knowing that none of them were as extreme and indulgent as Anthony was, and she could only hope he felt the same way.

Luckily, she lived rather close to the college, just a few hours of walking given that nagas couldn’t exactly drive cars, and he promised to visit her often. As of now, though, she enjoyed the last morning they’d spend together, lying back down on the bed as her son remained silent, knowing she needed a moment to cool down and collect her thoughts.

After a few minutes of rubbing her now filled belly, she got up from the bed, slithering out of the bed and finding her son’s things. Out of a deep loathing of the thought of her son leaving, she had decided to forgo sending the bulk of her son’s effects to the college to be delivered to his dorm, though now she had to carry them herself. Of course, knowing the full capabilities of her body, she wasn’t about to just carry them by hand for miles. Instead, she swallowed his suitcase just as she did with his body, filling her stomach further, though the stretchy innards of her serpentine form were far from being pushed to their limit.

She never wore clothes outside of the most formal of settings, preferring to let her scaly body, including a pair of sizable breasts, be on full display for the world around them. She left their, son and luggage in tow, and began to slither her way through the town, guided mostly by her son’s instructions towards the college.

For the most part, she stayed silent through the ordeal, remaining uncharacteristically reserved for the travel. Typically whenever she found herself in town, she’d corner some frightful prey species and drain them of their fear for a small snack every hour or so, as a massive body like this required quite a few nutrients to maintain.

Slithering through the crowded town could be difficult at times. For the most part people would remain respectful of her tail, provided that she was aware enough to not leave it somewhere it shouldn’t be, such as a crosswalk, but every once and a while someone who wasn’t paying attention would trip over her body, causing her to shoot them a glare, filling them with a sense of fear that prompting them to run off.

Anthony was kept in a state of perpetual languor, constantly having much of his more intense emotions being drained by his mother as he remained in the pendant, but he didn’t really mind it. Most days his mother would feed off of him, typically as he orgasmed, so he was used to this sensation.

Hours passed and morning turned to midday before finally, Melissa stepped onto the campus, laying eyes on the place her son would be spending the next few years. If looks could kill and buildings could die, the faculties of the college would be as much a carrion as her son, and a part of her wished it to be true.

“Are you going to let me out now?” Anthony chimed in as they finally arrived, feeling her mother’s hands tighten into fists at her side before she ventured further into the campus, slithering with more intention now than before.

“Wait, where are you going? This isn’t the way to the dorms.”

She didn’t respond, instead finding the first person she could who looked like a member of the staff, settling on a cat with jet black fur and formal attire. She grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around to gaze into his heterochromatic eyes, halting his gait much to his dismay. Melissa had the ability to sense emotions, akin to her sense of smell, and the relief this cat was feeling quickly turned to disappointment as she grabbed him.

Disappointment wasn’t unexpected, but it was rather odd in isolation. No anger at being stopped, no fear at seeing such a large snake grab him, just a perpetual state of ennui emanating from his form. Unfortunately, Melissa could derive no nutrients from that emotion.

“You. Who’s in charge here?” Melissa spoke sternly, prompting the cat to let out a sigh.

“The dean?” He said in an uninterested tone, not even trying to push her hand off his shoulder.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Where is he? I need to talk to him.”

“I figured. He’s over there, in that tall building.” Without even looking, he pointed at a precise angle towards a quite tall, somewhat older looking structure peeking up above the newer, more modern buildings on campus.

At this answer, Melissa continued her intentioned slithering, making her way over to the indicated building, which held a front desk area just past the entrance, and a collection of offices for staff members inside. After a bit of searching due to an absent secretary, she found the office of the dean, a label just beside the door reading “Zonzlie”, and lacking any last name or honorifics.

Without knocking, Melissa barged into the room, finding the interior to be moderately sized, square in shape, with a desk towards the end of the room and a large window overlooking the campus behind it. Behind the desk, gazing out the window was the dean himself, who held a quite distinguishable appearance.

Zonzlie was uniquely odd, not simply among the staff or population of the campus, but even in general. He was a kangaroo, being somewhat short in stature, only about 5 feet tall, and was covered in cyan fur all across his body, save for a white countershading along his torso. He was proportioned a bit peculiarly, almost as a combination of an anthro and feral kangaroo, having a heavy lower half with large paws along with plantigrade legs rather than the digitigrade anatomy of anthros. He had a thick tail, tall ears, and wide eyes, making him look akin to a cartoon character. Perhaps the most notable aspect of his appearance, though, was that he was a stuffed animal. He was made entirely of felt and fabric, stitches barely visible where limbs and ears connected to his body, even with a small tag on his thigh that had writing that was indistinguishable from this distance. He had no genitalia or holes aside from his mouth, and while others referred to him as male, he had a pouch on his torso that could be opened and shut with a zipper.

Anyone who attended the campus knew about Zonzlie, either from rumors or direct experience. People either thought of him with fear or love depending on their experience. Most sources were quite certain about one thing: he was immeasurably powerful. He seemed to be able to do anything at will whenever he wanted with no downside or exhaustion. There was quite a bit unknown about Zonzlie, though, such as how old he is, if he was a person that got turned into a stuffed animal or a stuffed animal that got made sentient, if he has any biological relationships, and where he got all his power from. 

He was currently wearing his usual uniform: a formal looking suit and jacket on his top, and no bottomwear beneath. As he turned to see Melissa entering the room unannounced, he tilted his head to the side quizzically, though his wide eyes and almost perpetual, honest smile gave him an undeniable friendly demeanor.

“Are you the dean here?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am. The name’s Zonzlie. You two must be Melissa and Anthony.”

He spoke with disarming confidence, and to so definitively identify both of the souls present at just a glance. Melissa was slightly taken aback by this, as she hadn’t scheduled any form of appointment or made her presence known before now.

“You… you know us?”

“I do research on all of my students before they arrive. You’re quite the deviant, Melissa, I can see it is something you take pride in. Similarly, based on your engorged stomach and pendant, I assume Anthony is listening in?”

Despite being multiple feet taller than the kangaroo, a fact that was made quite clear as she approached him within a foot of distance and had to crane her neck down to meet his eyes, she still felt that he was in control. From Zonzlie, she could detect nothing but sanguinity, a sense of perpetual contentment emanating from the kangaroo.

“Yeah… he is. Listen, my son, he’s not like any of your other students, got it?”

“I completely agree. I don’t believe any two of my students are alike.”

“I don’t mean in some poetic ‘everyone’s special’ way. I mean that because of me, he’s kinkier than anyone that’s ever set foot on this campus. And I need to know that if something fucks up and he dies or worse, then he’s gonna get back to normal.”

“Don’t worry, I give you my word. Nothing permanent will happen to your son. He may die, that is up to him, but he will always be returned to his body. Now, perhaps we could speak with him directly? He seems like a lovely individual, and I’d quite enjoy having him be more than just a third wheel in this conversation.”

Melissa glared down at Zonzlie, as if trying to decipher how truthful he was being, but his visage didn’t waver for even a moment. Just as well, she couldn’t help but agree that she was being a bit too overbearing on her son at this moment, excluding him even from the conversation. To most other people she simply would’ve said to fuck off upon telling her how to manage her son, but this kangaroo was rather persuasive, and she knew she couldn’t hold on to her son forever, both literally and metaphorically.

Without a word, she slithered a few feet back and focused her body, slowly vomiting up her son’s body onto the floor of the office where it lay there in an uncanny position, dripping saliva and stomach fluids onto the floor, soon followed by his suitcase, which was involuntarily regurgitated in tandem with its owner. It still held that blank stare as Melissa fixed his position to a more proper one, just so he’d be comfortable when he woke up.

“Gimme a few minutes. He’s been in this pendant since this morning.”

“Please, ma’am… allow me.”

Zonzlie spoke up just as Melissa began to focus her magic. Before she could protest, not that she would’ve, Zonzlie reached forwards toward the pendant, tapping it with his middle finger before bringing back his hand with a red glow around it. He rubbed his hands together quickly, the red energy flowing between both palms before he brought them down to Anthony’s chest like a defibrillator, pressing firmly against his body.

Suddenly, the very moment Zonzlie touched the body, the snake boy woke back up, taking a sharp inhale as he took his first breath of the day. Melissa was flabbergasted, never had she seen anyone be revived so quickly and effortlessly, much less have all their injuries healed instantaneously without any lingering pain, and Zonzlie did it with far less effort than it would’ve taken her.

“H-Holy fuck… that was fast.” Anthony said as he sat up, blinking a few times as he got adjusted to the light. It felt like he’d gone from a deep slumber to being wide awake in a fraction of a second, and while there wasn’t any immediate pain or lethargy, it certainly was rather jarring. There was none of the numbness or vertigo that was common with resurrections, just the feeling of wetness from her mother’s stomach fluids, as well as some stinging sensations in a few spots that had begun to be digested, resulting in a random spattering of missing scales.

He was used to this comfort and far worse in the decades he spent with his mother, learning to derive sexual pleasure from it all. To some degree, he was saddened to see it go, but he knew his mother would never be far if he ever wanted to return to his roots for a time. Of course, like Melissa, Anthony didn’t expect anyone at this college to be anywhere near as kinky as the two of them were, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.

There was an uneasy silence in the air. With Anthony expelled from his mother’s body and now resurrected, there was no longer any purpose for Melissa to be here. They both knew it was time to say goodbye, but after over a decade of snuff-level nymphomania, neither of them knew how. After a minute of silence, Zonzlie broke the tense atmosphere.

“Perhaps you two would like a moment alone? I’d be happy to step out of the room.”

“No… I’m certain this little slut would love getting railed while you watch~. It’ll be a good first introduction for the two of you. In fact, perhaps you’d like to spitroast him with me? You don’t seem to have a cock on you, but with a bit of magic I can fix you right up~.” Melissa said as she looked to Zonzlie, the lustful, evil look in her eyes returning.

“Aha, I believe it’d be best if I left the particulars of penetration to the two of you. I’m more of a facilitator than a participator.”

“A ‘facilitator’? And how do you suppose you’re gonna do that?” Anthony chimed in, looking back over his shoulder at his dean.

“Well, I’ll be happy to do anything you suggest. I do love indulging in the creativity of my students.”

“We appreciate the offer, Zonzlie… but perhaps you have a few desires of your own you’d like to fulfill~. We already had some fun this morning, so perhaps you could give my son a proper welcome to his new home?”

“Are you certain? I’d hate to intrude on your familial farewells…”

“C’mon. There’s nothing you can do to us that my mom hasn’t already done to me ten times over. Just go all out, it’ll be nice to have someone else coming up with the ideas for once.”

Zonzlie seemed quite flattered by the offer, his perpetual smile widening as he closed his eyes and straightened the tie of his shirt proudly.

“Well I have my own fair share of ideas I think you two will love~. Here-”

With a snap of his fingers, a tile in the ceiling opened up, dropping down what looked like a long metal chute, cylindrical in shape, and segmented into 12 inch portions so it could be manipulated. Zonzlie grabbed the end of it with one hand, which had about a 12 inch diameter opening, then used his other hand to reach beneath Anthony’s chin and crane his head upwards. With a bit of force, he opened Anthony’s mouth and stuffed the tube down his throat, forcing it deeper and deeper as a visible bulge appeared in his neck and throat, cutting off his airway. Once it reached his stomach, the tube began to softly vibrate, transporting some substance down its length, and forcing the contents directly into Anthony’s stomach, which visibly began to bulge quite quickly.

“A bit of force-feeding? That’s a fun one, but I should let you know that both he and I can’t exactly digest food. Then again, I have been partial to my fair share of belly busting~... or at least, I’ve forced it onto this masochist here a few dozen times. Quite messy, depending on the contents of the meal. Speaking of which, what exactly are you feeding him? And do you really find this fetish so tantalizing that you have a feeding tube installed in your office? Perhaps I underestimated you~.”

Melissa began to make conversation with Zonzlie as she slithered around her son, who was struggling with the tube forced down his throat. She was aroused by the display, particularly his attempts to remove the tube, but it was a bit disappointing that she couldn’t involve herself in this ordeal.

“Oh don’t worry, ma’am, I’m more than familiar with such kinks. As for the tube, I simply manifested it with magic, just as I manifested the stuffing flowing through him. I’ve always considered myself to be a bit of a showman. Oh, and that would be cotton stuffing, not the food. He’s getting filled with the very same stuff in my body. It’s quite low density, so it would be a while before he’d get properly injured, but don’t worry, I have more plans for him in a moment. In the meantime, we have to get you prepared!”

An eagerness began to slip into the kangaroo’s voice, his sanguine demeanor giving way to the excitability he was more known for. He approached Melissa and unzipped his pouch, reaching inside and pulling out a few dildos of varying species. Without any further explanation, he reached his hands forward towards her genital slit, from which both her cocks were already protruding.

“Small toys like that will hardly be enough to pleasure me, hun.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am. They won’t be toys for long.”

Melissa was a bit puzzled at the statement, but he let Zonzlie proceed regardless. He stuffed the toys inside her slit, sliding them past her already present cocks with relative ease. She felt minor amounts of pleasure as the dildos pushed past, the genital slit of snakes being only a moderately erogenous zone, though once Zonzlie pushed them deep inside and let go, the sensations they caused seemed to melt away.

Just as quickly as the sensations of plastic deep within her slit melted, she felt a new, sensitive sensation grow inside of her, and a few moments later, she saw a few new cocks protrude from her slit. The dildos stuffed inside her had melded with her body, becoming new cocks alongside her regular ones. Her lustful eyes grew wide at the new body parts, suddenly becoming very interested in Zonzlie’s preparation.

“Well, well~. These will be fun to play around with, but my point still stands, Zonzlie. These aren’t nearly big enough or filling enough for me. Now pull more toys out of that pouch before I get impatient and stuff you inside my slit just to see what happens~.”

“Of course, ma’am. Any requests?” He asked as he pulled out more dildos to stuff inside her, seeming indiscriminate about the species or adornments on the dildos, from equine cocks with knots to feline members with overexaggerated barbs.

“Mmm… Perhaps something prehensile~.”

Zonzlie gave a nod in response to her request, pulling out a few dildos that looked akin to tentacles rather than the genitalia of any species, stuffing them into her slit like all the rest, and watching them join the growing menagerie of erections protruding from her crotch. With the addition of the prehensile tentacles, Melissa began to assist in taking the toys from Zonzlie’s hands directly and using the surprising flexibility of her tentacles to stuff them inside herself.

“My slit’s filled up quite quickly~, I do hope you’ll provide a way for me to put all these members to work.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am, it seems your son is nearly ready to pleasure each and every one of your cocks. Though, I take it that these are enough, now?”

“Mmm~... not quite. Give me one that’s extremely long and thin, like an equine cock~. I’ve got one more idea before we begin~.”

Zonzlie nodded at the request and produced one final dildo: an equine cock that was no less than 4 feet in length. He brought it close to her slit, though was interrupted as Melissa took it into her own hands, bringing it up and stuffing it base first into her mouth. Being a snake, she was easily able to swallow the length whole, and a moment later she opened her mouth and stuck out her new cock tongue with a proud, though deeply lustful look in her eyes.

The kangaroo was similarly eager to see her new parts get put to work, turning back towards Anthony to finish preparing him. He’d spent the past few minutes choking on the large metal tube, his engorged stomach bloated into a sphere from the stuffing, though he never passed out or passed away from lack of oxygen, kept alive due to Zonzlie’s magic. 

The kangaroo reached into his pouch and pulled out an extremely small sewing needly, holding it upright between his thumb and forefinger as he brought it to the bipedal snake’s stomach. With a small poke, the snake suddenly burst like a balloon in a cartoonish cloud of stuffing, leaving a massive mound of white fluff on the floor where he once lay, but no trace of the serpent himself.

“There we are. Now, let’s have some fun. Come out now, Anthony, your mother’s waiting!”

Zonzlie took a few steps back, standing beside Melissa and patting the floor in front of him. To the mother’s surprise, a small plush body emerged from the stuffing, crawling out and attempting to find its footing before looking down at itself. It looked just like Anthony, though far smaller, akin to a doll, and seemed incapable of speech. What was more surprising, though, was when it looked back at the stuffing and saw another doll come out, identical to the first.

They took a moment to examine each other, feeling each other up somewhat before a third joined in, followed by a fourth. The size of the stuffing pile didn’t seem to be diminishing, and as far as Melissa and Anthony could tell, there wasn’t any real limit to the number of dolls it could produce. Growing ever more eager, Melissa reached forwards and grabbed two of the dolls in her hands, squeezing them tightly as she looked them over with a wide grin.

“Quite a clever trick~. His sensations are divided among all the dolls, right~?”

“Well… not exactly. He feels 100% of everything each doll feels. So if multiple dolls are penetrated, he will feel the pleasure of being penetrated that many times over.”

“Ooh~... You ARE quite powerful, aren’t you~? I’ve turned this degenerate slut into dolls and plushies a few times before. They’re certainly soft against the skin, and easy to use as a fleshlights, but they wear down and break so easily~.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am. Even if a doll tears, he’ll still feel everything. If one of the plushies gets too worn down, just toss it back into the pile and it’ll fix itself right back up!”

“Oh really~?”

Melissa, whose heart was practically pounding out of her chest from arousal, decided to abuse this information. She dropped one of the dolls she was holding, then used her free hand to grab the head of the other doll. With a modicum of effort, she ripped the head right off the doll, small pieces of stuffing drifting to the ground as she held the now decapitated doll in her hand, swiftly bringing it down onto one of her cocks and penetrating the hole between its shoulders.

That doll was soon followed by others, each one getting impaled on a cock in one of their natural holes, or a hole created by incisions of various sizes from Melissa’s hands or teeth. They wore down easily, their felt tearing off to reveal the stuffing beneath after a few dozen strokes or less depending on the roughness of the cock they were impaled on.

Magic was used to keep the dolls pumping up and down on the cocks, including the one in her mouth, and before long Melissa began to experience orgasms. Each cock was a separate medium of pleasure, and as such could reach orgasm independently of the other members. With her hands, she began to experiment with the dolls individually.

One, she contorted until she shoved its head up its own rear. For a different one, she shoved another doll into its mouth until its stomach was bloated, then shoved that doll into another doll’s mouth, repeating the process until one of the dolls tore open. A few of the dolls she simply swallowed, some she shoved into her slit, and some even found their way forced down into the urethras of some of her cocks, being churned into cum that would soon be shot out into other dolls being used as rags.

She was drunk on lust, doing anything that came to her mind. As such, she tossed one of the dolls back to Zonzlie, gesturing to her rattlesnake tail.

“You. Toy. Impale this one on my tail.”

“Certainly! Rear first or mou-”

“Shove it up his ass!”

Zonzlie didn’t seem to mind being degraded or ordered around. He was experienced enough to know when someone wasn’t acting properly due to their excitement, so he was more than willing to put up with it. He took the doll into his hands and carefully brought it back, then spread its legs and stuffed it on Melissa’s tail. Upon feeling it, she began to rattle the appendage, though before Zonzlie could return to her side, her body quickly coiled up.

The kangaroo was caught in the coils, encircled by the extensive length of her body, and suddenly face to face with the snake herself. He was being squeezed quite tightly, and if he had any manner of internal organs or bone structure, he’d be facing quite a bit of injury. Before she said anything, Melissa took two more dolls in her hands and forcefully stuffed them into Zonzlie’s mouth, forcing them down his throat. He willingly vored the dolls with a swallow before he spoke up.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, ma’am, but truly, I don’t mind not participating! I simply enjoy being an observer, and helping whenever I am needed! I’d be more than happy to-”


He was interrupted When Melissa shoved a hand into his mouth, forcing her arm down his throat.

“Shut the fuck up you plush degenerate~. I don’t really give a shit if you like this~. In fact, I’d probably enjoy it more if you didn’t. Now squirm in my coils before I rip your worthless head off and skullfuck it to ribbons~.”

Not giving her host a chance to speak, her arm was quickly replaced by her head, embracing him in a deep kiss as she stuffed her cock tongue down his throat. Fucking his throat was as easy as moving the muscles usually associated with her tongue, though his insides felt almost identical to her son’s, currently: just a large collection of stuffing, though far more spacious.

Zonzlie happily obliged her demand, doing his best to struggle against her coils. He knew he could break free using magic, but that wasn’t the point. Regardless, Melissa saw her promise through as her left hand grabbed Zonzlie’s right shoulder, while her right hand grabbed firmly onto the side of his face. She tensed up her body hard, using every ounce of strength in her pectoral muscles to pull her hands apart.

Before long, tears began to form in Zonzlie’s fabric, and once a few small strands tore apart, the rest were soon to follow. With a satisfying rip, she soon parted the kangaroo’s head from his shoulders, her tongue sticking out of its bottom as she continued to fuck up. After which, she used a bit of telekinesis to more or less rip off the dozens of dolls around her crotch area to make room for her new toy.

She spread his jaw wide, fitting every cock of hers inside the kangaroo’s mouth and thrusting it back and forth like a massive plush fleshlight. It was hardly as pleasurable as her son’s dolls, though the very thought of it was more than enough to push her over the edge in tandem with whatever pleasure it did bring. Her various cocks began shooting their loads into the head, soaking it through with semen as she moaned in pleasure.

After a few minutes of fucking, the dolls in varying states of disarray on the floor watching her, she eventually grew tired. She was quite spent after the ordeal, thoroughly drained of energy and cum, so she pulled off the kangaroo's head and held it up by one floppy ear, examining its now soaked form before tossing it in the general direction of the kangaroo’s body.

“Tch. I never was the emotional type. Guess this is as fitting a goodbye as ever, huh? Murdering your dean? He’s lucky his body was made of worthless fabric, or I woulda just taken him to be my rape toy in exchange for you. Maybe I’ll hunt down and kidnap that pretty-boy cat we saw earlier and make him my new snuff slave for the semester while you’re gone~. So weak and thin~... a corpse like his would turn anyone into a necrophiliac~.”

The way Melissa talked so nonchalantly about such abhorrent acts was deeply unsettling to most people, though to Anthony, her casualness was comforting. She turned back towards the menagerie of dolls resembling her son on the floor, all gazing up at her. She didn’t know how to revert him back, but even if she did she probably wouldn’t do it anyway.

“I’ll see you around, Anthony. But…”

She took a moment to undo the necklace and adjoined pendant, the one she’d trapped Anthony’s soul in just a few hours ago, then tossed it with force at one of the dolls, causing it to collapse back as it caught it.

“Here. Something to remember me by, alright? I’m sure you know how to use it by now. Use it to remind yourself not to hold back for others. If you grow soft, I’ll have to break you again, but twice as hard to make sure it sticks~. Now remember to keep in touch, or I’ll literally kill you, and not in the fun way.”

The dolls collectively gave a nod before Melissa slithered off, leaving them alone in the dean’s room.




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The whole experience was almost indescribable for Anthony. It was more pleasure than he’d felt in a very long time, and without a doubt the most pleasure he’d ever experienced without dying or going into an otherwise catatonic state from overstimulation. The way the dean facilitated it so figuratively seamlessly was a marvelous thing to experience. He even lacked any of the usual exhaustion associated with such an intense session.

Speaking of which, the dean… or more aptly his corpse, was still strewn about a few feet away from the mass of dolls, head soaked in his mother’s cum while his decapitated body lay beside it, stuffing falling from the hole between his shoulders. Being that he was so powerful, there was no way he didn’t have any manner to revive himself, right? Zonzlie revived Anthony so easily not so long ago, but the body now lay almost disconcertingly lifeless.

Years of increasingly degenerative sexual interactions with his mother left him feeling a bit aroused at the helpless carcass before him, but he knew he had to focus. It was probably best to tell someone, but as the forwardmost doll stepped forwards, his foot felt the cold, thin metal of the sewing needle used to pop his engorged belly earlier.

It almost seemed too perfect for this to be left here with him. Did Zonzlie prepare this all from the start? But there was no way he could’ve predicted his mother’s actions so early… right? Either way, the opportunity was apparent to pass up, and this would make a suitable apology to Zonzlie for his mother’s behavior.

Two dolls picked up the needle, a few more taking some strands of stuffing and unraveling it to a thin fabric before feeding it through the eye of the sewing needle. He hardly knew how to sew, but the process was intuitive once a large collection of dolls righted the kangaroo’s body and placed its severed head relatively correctly on the neck, then began the slow process of sewing it back on.

The work was quite unprofessional, creating uneven stitches and bunched up fabric in various spots, and for a time Anthony was beginning to feel disheartened. After all, he had no real reason to believe healing the body would cause Zonzlie to revive. There were some specific situations in which the only barrier to life was a functioning effigy for the soul to inhabit, but those tended to be rather situational.

After a few minutes of tedious work, he finished the last stitch and the dolls took a step back. The head was certainly attached now, but seconds ticked by and nothing occurred. A silence fell over the room for a short time before suddenly a loud yawn could be heard from the kangaroo, his back arching and his arms reaching above his head in a stretch.

“Ahh, nothing like a bit of rest after some cuddling? Even if your mother’s brand of cuddling is rather… intense.”

He pushed himself to a cross-legged sitting position, the dolls suddenly grinning in relief at the now living kangaroo, causing him to grin back.

“Thank you, Anthony, you did quite a good job for a first timer! The stitches are a bit uneven in spots, but I’ll have my assistant sort that out later, so long as your mother hasn’t dragged him off and whatnot. Now then, let’s get you back into sorts!”

Zonzlie pushed himself to his feet and began corraling all the dolls toward the pile of stuffing. Anthony had experienced being a micro before, usually while stuffed inside his mother’s shoe, bra, or slit while she went about her work day, but there was a certain joyousness to be found in such a minute size, especially having someone much larger watching out for you. One by one the dolls hopped into the stuffing, until every one of Anthony’s various dolls was engulfed by the white material.

A few moments of sensory deprivation later and Anthony felt a pair of soft arms reach to his side, then pull him up into a sitting position. He once again was his proper size, and once again biological, emerging from the mound of stuffing on the floor with a deep breath.

“Huh… you make resurrection seem so easy… and transformation, I guess. And just about everything else you do…”

“Why thank you, Anthony! Study hard and you’ll learn to do magic like this with ease as well. Aaaanyways, I got quite the meal ahead of me, so do feel free to stay if you’re a particular fan of weight gain, but if not, you’re free to do whatever you wish with your time on campus. Perhaps make introductions with your roommate? I know you two will make quite the pair~!”

Zonzlie pulled a bib out of his pouch and affixed it to his neck before kneeling down next to the pile of stuffing, licking his plush lips at the meal before him.

“Well I’ve enjoyed weight gain in the past, though usually I’m the one getting stuffed, and it’s usually not this uh… consensual. Before I leave, though, what happened to the dolls that my mother and you ate? I can’t feel them inside either of you anymore.”

“Oh don’t worry, I severed those connections. The ones I ate will be turned into fabric, while the ones your mother ate will probably be dug out by her eventually and she’ll figure out they aren’t magic anymore. After that, she’ll… well she’ll do whatever she does.”

“Right. Speaking of her… sorry about her behavior here. Thanks for helping us have our fun, I guess I should say that on her behalf, and again, sorry for her ripping your head off and uh… skullfucking it.”

“Oh don’t worry, a quick run in the washing machine and I’ll be right as rain! She was just excitable, that’s all. I tend to be excitable too, sometimes. And thank you for allowing me to participate in your fun. I’m always eager to see what antics my students get up to, after all. Though, if you’d really like to show your appreciation, there is something that I’d particularly enjoy~...”

Zonzlie gave him an eager look, waiting for him to figure it out.

“Uh… Is it um… do you want me to be a plushie again?”

“Oh I would enjoy that, but that’s not it!”

“Um… could you give me a hint?”

“Weeeelll what am I?”

“A kangaroo? Oh, you want me to get into your pouch?”

“Haha, not quite! Think more general than just species.”

“You’re a stuffed animal?”

Zonzlie gave a series of quick, eager nods.

“I never really owned a stuffed animal. At least, one that didn’t force itself onto me. Youuu want me toooo… hug you?”

It seemed like the tamest answer, and from what various advertisements for non-enchanted, non-fetishistic stuffed animals he’d seen, it seemed to be the proper use for them. Zonzlie seemed to agree and practically bounded toward Anthony, embracing him with a large hug to the snake’s surprise.

“Yes, yes, yes! Plushies love hugs! Just like pool toys love water and pinatas love candy! We can never get enough cuddles.”

Anthony hesitated for a moment at the previously professional dean’s sudden eagerness. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige the kangaroo, wrapping his arms around the smaller, plush creature and fully embracing the hug.

“Yeah, I uh… I can tell.”

“Have you ever been in a cuddle puddle?”

“A… cuddle puddle?”

“Oh yes! It’s like cuddling, but with tons of plushies! Usually all on the ground, sometimes outside, sometimes inside in case it rains.”

“So… like an orgy? Cause I’ve been to a few of those.”

“Well sorta! It’s usually just a lot more cuddling rather than penetrative sex! They’re quite popular in primarily plushie communities. On warmer days some neighborhoods organize entire block parties for all-day festivities, including plentiful cuddle puddles as well as other plushie-related activities.”

“I uh… I went to a hotel once where all the staff were plushies. Does that count?”

“Of course! How’d it go? Plushies are known for their hospitality, after all!”

“Uh… interesting. Our mother requested specifically for ‘the most sadistic plushie at the hotel’ to be my personal master for our week at the hotel. Most of my time was spent stuffed into a thick vibrating diaper that constantly brought me past the point of orgasm, along with onesie pajamas that prevented me from reaching orgasm. So most of my nights were spent humping that plushie, who was like 12 feet tall, until I exhausted myself, while most of my days were spent doing whatever the plushie told me to do, then getting punished when I was too distracted by the vibrations to actually do it.”

“Mmm~, sounds lovely. Plushies are quite popular with littles, as you can imagine. I’ve spent my share of evenings in situations like those you described. Littles get put into chastity by their master and come to me begging to undo the magic on their locks. I never oblige them, as long as their chastity was consensual, but I’m more than happy to act as their pillow to hump until they fall asleep.”

Their cuddling was interrupted by a sudden rumbling from Anthony’s stomach. He hadn’t felt hungry all day, mostly due to his lack of a biological body, but given that he’d eaten nothing and had been drained emotionally by his mother, he was quite famished. Speaking of which, certain traits that have become deeply ingrained onto ones self can often be passed on to offspring, so despite his stomach rumbling, Anthony didn’t actually eat biological matter, and instead fed off the emotions of others just like his mother.

“Sorry, I think I gotta find someone to eat. Or uh… something.”

“Don’t worry, I know about your needs, it was listed under medical conditions in your application. Though even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t blame a snake for taking to vore as their main source of food. It’s totally natural.”

“Right… thanks. I’ll see you around, I guess. It was nice meeting you, sir.”

Anthony said as he broke off the hug, to the slight dismay of Zonzlie, then knelt down to pick up his suitcase before being interrupted by the kangaroo.

“It was lovely meeting you too, Anthony. If you leave that case with me I’ll be happy to have it delivered to your room. Go on, explore the campus without having to lug it around.”

Anthony was more than happy to alleviate some of his own workload, settings the suitcase upright and leaving it with the kangaroo, before finally donning the necklace hid mother left behind for him. He then waved him goodbye as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Now, finally, he was freed to go about his day without the hindrance of his mother, who was nowhere to be seen as he stepped outside. She was likely hunting down some prey to feed off of. She seemed rather intent on kidnapping someone, particularly that black cat from earlier, but that was likely something she just said in the heat of the moment.

The campus was rather large, the moderately warm air feeling comfortable on the snake’s scales as he walked around the area, making note of every person he came across. Outside of school, it was rather rare that he went outside alone, typically being accompanied by, or forcefully dragged along by his mother. He almost felt a bit sheepish, the same way he did back in school when nobody wished to befriend him.

He didn’t let that get to him though, instead, scoping out who he deemed to be a perfect meal. Choosing someone to feed off of was an in-depth process. Typically, someone smaller or weaker than him was good, as was a prey species. Both things would assist in the natural emotional reaction triggered in the prey as he “introduced” himself.

The meal he spotted was a small mouse girl, having pristine white fur, large round ears, a cute button nose, and an eager smile. She wore a long black dress with a bow tie, small mary jane shoes, and long white socks, as well as a pair of white bows in her black hair. She had large round glasses that accentuated her large eyes, and a small pink tail fitted through the back of her dress that waved happily just below her backpack as she walked with a spring in her step.

She was the spitting image of a joyous young girl, which was how Anthony knew for certain she was faking it. Age regression was a common magic, he’d experienced it himself a few times both physically and mentally, but the easiest way to tell apart someone who regressed their age from someone who was truly just young was how eager they seemed to be youthful. People who were truly young loathed the fact that they were weaker and smaller than adults, but those who enjoyed age regression never complained about their physicality, and always showed it off with pride.

Such things were necessary to learn, Anthony’s mother taught him. Messing with an actual cub was the quickest way to get, without exaggeration, mauled to death by an overprotective mother. There were means of detection, of course, one’s true age was one of the core identity aspects imprinted onto their soul in a way that was near impossible to remove save for a complete rewriting of themselves in all manners, but Anthony lacked any of such detectors, and lacked the ability to look directly at people’s souls, and thus had to rely on intuition.

He approached her from behind, stepping in front of her at an opportune moment and placing a hand right against the brick wall behind her. She was quite small, no more than 4 feet so it was easy to fully impose over her form, given that he stood about 26 inches taller than her. Her eyes went wide for a moment before she looked up at the nude serpent, shrinking back a bit at his sudden appearance.

In tandem with the flinch, Anthony sensed a sense of sudden panic inside her, though it quickly faded as panic often did, being replaced with curiosity and confusion. Not the emotions he was hoping for, but if he played his cards right, those could be a precursor to proper fear and distress.

“What’s a delicioussss little morsel like you doing out here all alone~?”

He played up the ‘S’ sound as snakes often did, invoking the hissing sound associated with his species, even giving his tail a few rattles as he licked his lips, putting on his best look of maliciousness and desire. Nonetheless, the mouse’s emotions didn’t change to fear. Strangely, they shifted to a more excited scent, similar to the eagerness his mother emanated whenever she found some new fetish online.

“Eep! P-Please don’t eat me, Mr. Snake! I wouldn’t make a good meal for you! I’m just fluff and bones!”

Her voice sounded… insincere. The stutter was intentional, and the half-second delay between his words and her reaction was more than enough to let whatever surprise she once had fade. He maintained his posture and expression, but to see her so unresponsive to his intimidation was a bit disheartening. Nonetheless, he tried again, perhaps he was just smelling her wrong due to some lingering magic from earlier.

“Such a scared girl~, but polite words won’t get you anywhere. Beg. Beg like you mean it and I just might consider sparing your life, mouse~.”

She didn’t hesitate at his commands, but Anthony swore he saw a blush in her cheeks before she knelt down and began to grovel at his feet, kissing his toes as she pleaded.

“Oh please please please, kind snake, sir! I’m no good to eat, really! I-If you let me go, I promise I’ll bring back someone big and tasty for you to eat! Pretty please!”

By this point, Anthony was entirely disengaged from this ordeal. His mother made it seem so easy, the way she inspired fear into people with just a few words, and sometimes not even that. The snake let out a sigh and turned around, his feet pulling away from the mouse’s kisses causing her to pause. He took a step away from her and let out a sigh, putting his hands on his hips, disappointed in himself.

“Uh… d-does this mean you’re not going to eat me, Mr. Snake?”

He looked back over his shoulder and down at her, finding her large, mousy eyes gazing up at him expectantly.

“What? No.”

“Oh thank you, Mr. Snake! I promise I’ll bring-”

“Stop, seriously, stop. Stop begging or whatever you’re doing. You’re not scared of me. Like not ACTUALLY scared of me.”

She got off her hands and knees and got into a cross-legged sitting position, resting her elbows on her lap as she craned her neck up at the snake, the sun glaring in her eyes.

“Well… yeah, I wasn’t. B-But I thought we were playing.”

“Playing?”

“Yeah, playing. I mean, I knew you weren’t REALLY gonna vore me.”

Anthony leaned back and placed a hand on the ground, taking a seat back up against the wall behind them, soon joined by the mouse as she sat beside him.

“And how did you figure that?”

“Well… for one that’s like illegal, I think. And secondly, I’m covered in nullifier fluid.”

“Nullifier fluid?”

“Yeah! It’s a fluid that nullifies magic.”

“Can I ask why exactly you’re covered in it, then…?”

“I’m an alchemist! I arrived a few days ago and have been checking out the potions lab on campus, just messing around with whatever I can get my hands on. You know how you wash your hands before you cook? Well in alchemy, you gotta cover yourself in nullifier fluid to make sure none of your own natural magic infects the potions you make. I applied it a few hours ago, so it’s mostly gone now, but it would still be enough to nullify any magic you’d use to vore me.”

Seemingly eager to talk about her craft, she pulled off her backpack and opened it up, revealing an assortment of variously colored potions stuck to the walls and lodged into pockets of her backpacks, some securely fastened, while some others seemed to be relying on the strength of their glass alone as they rattled around loosely in the backpack. Anthony wasn’t particularly interested in her explanations, but it was a nice distraction from his hunger while he waited for more prey to come along.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m a snake. I don’t have nor do I need magic to vore you. You could fit down my throat longways, mouse.”

There was a bit of hostility in his voice, the way he referred to her by her species, as his hunger began to have an ill effect on his mood. Regardless, the rodent girl tried not to let it get to her, attempting to maintain her friendly demeanor.

“Well even if you did vore me, you’d be consuming nullifier liquid directly, which is a biiiig no-no. Best case scenario, you’d throw me right back up, worst case scenario is you’d end up in the nurse's office, but both ways you’d be rendered completely mundane for a while. Oh, and by the way, my name is Millie!”

She held out a hand for him to shake, to which he sighed and obliged her, wrapping his much larger reptilian hand around hers.

“Anthony.”

The snake glanced into her pouch of potions, most of them being unidentifiable, though there was one concoction he recognized by heart due to the perhaps dozens of interactions between him and his mother involving it. He reached into the pouch and pulled out a container that looked like a bottle, though was perfectly spherical in its lower half, but had a tall and thin cylinder for its upper half, leading to a twist top. Millie seemed a bit uncomfortable having the snake reach into her bag, but she didn’t push his hand away.

“Oh, that one’s-!”

“Liquid latex. I recognize it.”

The fluid had a uniquely shiny property, though was pitch black otherwise, making it near impossible to discern shapes in the glass bottle as it was swished around. Strangely to Anthony, it had a consistency akin to water, rather than the thick, slow, honey-like stickiness he was used to coating his body.

“Why’s it so… flowy?”

“Well, the viscosity of the fluid is determined by its purity! The kind you can buy commercially is usually really thick because they pump it full of additives and substitutes to make huge batches of the stuff all at once, but it’s not nearly as good. It’s super slow, takes a ton of fluid to cover someone, and spreads sorta unevenly. If you want that true skintight rubber suit look, you gotta get the real high-quality kind. Right now I’m waiting for it to solidify into a ball, that way it can be carried around and get activated with magic rather than just latching onto the first thing it- wha- hey hey-!”

While mostly ignoring Millie’s explanation, Anthony unscrewed the cap of the bottle, looking inside the opening at the black fluid. If it was truly as powerful as she said, he knew he could have some fun with this.

“Oh sorry, am I not supposed to open this?”

He looked to her, holding the bottle just out of her reach.

“Yes! Don’t worry, it’s not ruined, but if you could please close it back up that would be wonderful.”

He gave a nod, watching her get flustered as she tried to reach the bottle, though after a moment he held it out to her, keeping a firm grip on the container.

“Oh, sorry. Here, you can have it back then… Whoops~.”

The moment she touched it, he pulled it out of her reach and tipped it over, aiming it right above her head as the contents poured out onto the mouse.

“Hey! No! Wait-!”

She began to say as the contents poured out, but they took to her body before she could even raise her hands up in a vain attempt to block it. There were a few notable differences from the experiences Anthony had with liquid latex. 

For one, the glass bottle was completely spotless once emptied, rather than leaving a residual outline in the container the latex was stored in. Two, it spread in just a matter of seconds rather than taking about a minute. Three, it took just a handful of the latex to fully cover this mouse girl rather than the bucket load that it usually took him. Four, The latex went beneath her clothes, form fitting to her skin rather than simply gluing her clothes beneath the rubber suit like it often did with him.

Admittedly Anthony missed the identifiable visual of the victim grabbing handfuls of latex and struggling to pull the material off their body as they were slowly engulfed, such iconography was quite common to the point of necessity in pornography involving liquid latex and assimilation, but this latex was too quick and too efficient in its distribution to allow for such a display.

The latex adapted to her body, hugging every curve perfectly beneath her, but Anthony knew better than to let it totally cover her without intervention. Liquid latex could be programmed, in a sense, to avoid certain parts of one’s body, though even after it has been applied, magic could be used to move the solidified latex away from certain areas. Anthony couldn’t imagine she had any precautions when it came to asphyxiation or sensory deprivation, so while the mouse girl struggled there, pulling at her face with her now bulky, fingerless hands, the snaked leaned in and grabbed the back of her head to hold it still, using two fingers to remove the latex on covering her nostrils, resulting in a sudden inhale from the mouse.

That was all he really NEEDED to uncover, but he decided to uncover her large, satellite disk-like ears just so he could communicate with her, and because he thought they were quite cute. The sight of her there, so helplessly covered in latex made Anthony quite aroused. While he may be submissive around his mother, he was dominant around everyone else.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll~. Literally. All gussied up in your own latex suit. Maybe I’ll keep you like this forever~. I wonder~... are you null now~?”

He reached a hand forward to her dress, beginning to lift it before her own rubber paws swatted his hand away. She clearly didn’t find this as arousing as he did.

“Fiesty one, hmm? Maybe I’ll bring you to my mother, she’ll love breaking you~.”

Inverse to their relationship earlier, she now seemed to be ignoring him. Instead, as she got down to her knees and ran her hands along the ground, she found her backpack. The rubber paws were ill-suited to the fine manipulation necessary to find whatever she was looking for, so Anthony decided to oblige.

“Here, allow me. Now let’s see, what were you looking for… Ah, this must be that nullifier liquid you were talking about, right?”

He found a bottle that was noticeably larger than the rest, almost like a thermos, with the word “null” written on the side in marker. In response, Millie gave a nod and waited for him to apply it.

“Hmm… Well, I think I’ll hold onto this for safekeeping~. We’d hate to ruin your new look, right, toy~?”

Anthony could sense that she was already rather irate at having her potion emptied out by this complete stranger, now stuck in a state of sensory deprivation at his mercy, but now learning that he had no intention to set her loose sent her fuming. Her hands shook, likely forming into fists beneath the large rubber paws, and she soon stepped forwards in the general direction of Anthony, her arms making contact with his legs in a quite weak shove, followed by a few angered kicks to his ankles, dampened to virtually nothing due to her weak body and latex covering.

This anger was more than enough for Anthony, so he happily took his opportunity and leaned down, wrapping the mouse girl in a tight, constraining hug and pressing his fangs onto her upper back. He felt the delicious, fiery rage inside her flow into his body, nourishing him thoroughly while she was drained of sensations, her body slowly ceasing her struggling, until he finally let her go.

She fell back a bit, holding a hand to her head as if dazed.

“I’ll let you out… but not yet. You and I are gonna have some fun together. I’ll hold onto your stuff, I’ll guide you around, and at the end of the day I’ll let you out, but you gotta do everything I say, alright?”

Millie felt utterly drained and had no desire to put up what little fight she could muster, so she gave a shrug to the offer, as if to acknowledge that she didn’t really have a choice.

“Good girl~. Do you like being called a good girl~?”

She gave another shrug.

“Right… Well, my first command? Remove your clothing~. I want to see all of your latex~”

She curled her legs a bit closer to her body out of embarrassment, seeming hesitant to obey the command as she looked away.

“I guess you just wanna stay as a latex mouse forever. Ah well, not a bad fate, really! Maybe you’ll find someone-”

She shook her head at the comment, then began to obey, doing her best to reach her puffy hands beneath the dress and pull it up and off her head, struggling the whole way, then struggling even further with her underwear, which Anthony had to help her with, along with her shoes and socks to leave her totally nude.

She felt very exposed, using her hands to cover her chest and crotch despite the latex making both of them smooth.

“Chill out, you’re as null as a cartoon character. Though, I’d be happy to make those sections a bit more form-fitting if that suits your fancy~.”

She shook her head no and removed her arms, perceiving the offer as a threat of punishment. Anthony chuckled and folded her clothes stuffing them into her backpack before closing it and throwing it over his shoulder. He grabbed her left hand and began to walk, enjoying the sight of his new toy beside him.

Walking with Millie proved to be an attentive task. Without the ability to see, he had to guide her through the campus at his whims, avoiding, to the best of his ability, any uneven ground and keeping a large area away from any passerbys. He also tried his best to remain in the shade. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, but the pitch black rubber trapped heat more efficiently than an oven, and he knew from experience that, without proper precaution, just a few minutes in direct sunlight would undoubtedly send a latex covered creature into heat exhaustion.

It felt empowering to have this girl at his whims, at least in the moments where he could suppress any sympathy he felt for her. Though, it was clear he lacked the experience and wisdom to be truly dominant like his mother. He’d been in the submissive role for years at Melissa’s behest, and she always seemed to have some new, strange task to have him perform or some peculiar fetish to indulge at any given moment. Anthony, by contrast, felt timid while in control, creeping feelings inadequacy at his loss for ideas and commands to foist onto his toy.

There was perhaps a vast menagerie of facilities to explore and activities to partake in on this campus, but it seemed inadvisable to do so with an unwilling rubber slave in tow. Anthony never was the curious sort, and he prioritized finding a climate controlled environment over exploration. Furthermore, he had introductions to make. His mother despised any amount of communication between him and his roommate, perhaps afraid Anthony would prefer him over her, so he wasn’t particularly certain what or who he’d be walking in on when he arrived at his room.

The walk was relatively short, assisted by a few questions to other students that arrived days earlier, and before long he stepped into the building containing the male dorm rooms. The dorm buildings were segregated by gender, though through invitation, women could enter the men’s dorms without issue. The ground floor lobby area had a few socializing students whose eager eyes caught on the small latex mouse, but a possessive glare from the serpent was enough to dissuade their interest.

Anthony made his way upstairs and eventually found his dorm. The magic interface beside the door seemed unchanged from the default, though it was also unwilling to change, signaling a presence inside.

“Be on your best behavior, toy. We’re about to meet my roommate, and I need him to know how a proper slave acts for when I turn him into my plaything~.”

Millie gave no indicator of acknowledgment, but it didn’t really matter. She was still rendered mundane from the nullifier fluid, at least Anthony hoped so, and the small speech was mostly to give the snake a moment to mentally prepare himself to meet his roommate. He didn’t actually remember what species he was, only reading it once after he got the information notification letter, and that was while he was bouncing on his mother’s cock pair, a leash around his neck pulled to the point of asphyxiation. He opened the door and stepped inside, reminding himself to show no sense of submission, and was greeted by a friendly sounding voice.

“Helloooo~?”

He sounded androgynous, small, though eager to meet whoever entered inside. Anthony spotted him by his head and a pair of tall ears poking up above the couch in the main living space. The dorm room was moderately large and well furnished, the living area being the largest of them. The ears made the roommate easily identifiable as a rabbit, which certainly made the ordeal of dominance far easier. The bunny set the book in his lap down beside him then turned around on his knees, peeking back over the couch at the snake as he entered.

“You must be my roommate! Anthony, right? It’s nice to meet you, my name’s Michael. Ooh, and who’s this~? They certainly look like they’re having fun~.”

Anthony was a bit put off by this rabbit’s eager tone, not a hint of wariness in his voice or emotions. As Michael gestured to Millie, Anthony stepped forwards with her in tow, approaching the couch from behind before kneeling down and grabbing her sides. 

“This-”

He lifted her up with a grunt, then set her down on the couch beside Michael.

“-is Millie. She’s going to be our servant for the evening. She can’t talk or see, but she’s a great listener. At least, she will be if she’d like to get that latex off~.”

“I imagine so with those big, adorable ears of hers~.”

While they couldn’t see her face, it was easy to infer from body language that she enjoyed the compliment, straightening her posture and sitting just a bit taller than before as she glanced away for a moment, as if to hide her flustered cheeks. Michael knew he couldn’t exactly give the girl a handshake, so instead he put a soft paw atop her head and began to pet her, causing her to lean into his gentle touch.

Anthony, accustomed to harsher treatment, lifted up Millie and sat in her spot, setting the rubber rodent on his lap as he set her backpack on the other side of the couch, then squeezing her smooth thighs against his pair of growing cocks while his arms groped her torso casually. Michael, inferring that the mouse was more submissive than he originally assumed, rubbed the girl’s leg, paying specially close attention to her inner thigh to tease out some arousal through the latex.

“So… are you two dating?”

“Heh, no. She’s just a girl I found on the way over here. A mood struck me and I turned her into my slut~. Nothing more.”

“You seem like quite a heavy dom. I like that~.”

“Heh. I’m not sure what other doms you’ve been with, but I’m not like them. You may like it at first, but I imagine your mood will change after I encase you in latex like this toy here after you disobey me, make a mistake, or I just feel like it.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Anthony~. Or should I say Master~?”

The snake’s eagerness seemed to be matched by the rabbit, a sultry expression spreading across Michael’s face as he leaned closer to the muscular reptile.

“Tch. Well look who’s eager. I wonder how long it’ll take to break you~?”

“I’m a rabbit. My lust is a point of pride~.”

“Good point. Let’s put that slutty mouth to work, then.”

Without warning, Anthony reached an arm above Michael’s head and gripped both his ears together roughly, yanking his head down unnecessarily hard and forcing his mouth onto his cocks, immediately forcing them down the rabbit’s throat. He felt no gag reflex, attributing that to the rabbit’s experience as a submissive.

The pace was dictated by the snake, jerking the rabbit’s ears up an down roughly as the small mammal made no attempt to struggle against the treatment, to the serpent’s slight surprise. It was a fine line to walk, wanting to establish himself as a firm dominant and an explorer of more extreme kinks, but not wanting to scare away this rabbit so soon.

After about a minute of this position, Anthony grabbed the rabbit’s hips and pulled him close, forcing him upside down on the serpentine cocks, Michael’s cock right against Millie’s covered face while his ass rested just in front of Anthony’s mouth. The serpent didn’t really take a moment to appreciate it before now, but his roommate was almost bafflingly attractive.

The unblemished greyish white fluff of his full fur was entrancing to watch, while his body seemed almost flamingo like in its utterly perfect proportions, as if every immaculate curve was sculpted by a masterful artist. Anthony couldn’t help as his hands groped the backs of Michael’s legs, sinking into the fluff and fat of his thighs.

Having spent his fair share of time stuffed beneath the asses of others, typically during trips to the gym where he was forced beneath the sweat and musk drenched rears of masculine men and women twice his size while his mother got her exercise in, Anthony had quite a thorough understanding of how to pleasure the orifice with his mouth, even if his thin, ribbon like snake tongue could do little to stimulate others.

The dominant slid down the shorts the rabbit wore to reveal his perfectly plump ass, then let his mouth get to work, penetrating his hole with his face while his tongue dug around in all the spots he recognized caused the most pleasure, returning to the similar, well rehearsed rhythm he learned over the hundreds of holes he’s pleasured over the years with nothing but his mouth.

Neither of their positions were exactly optimized for pleasure, though after a few minutes of oral pleasure, Michael felt an orgasm surge through him, shooting his load right onto the ever patient face of their rodent guest, causing her to shy back a bit into the chest of her proper master. Anthony felt a similar climax building inside his dual cocks the longer they went on, but was intrigued when suddenly, as his hands explored the rabbit’s curled legs, a few fingers brushed over the submissive’s soles, and his body gave an intense reaction.

Michael suddenly tensed up, the curse imbued by the nine tailed fox flaring up once again as the bottoms of his feet were stimulated directly, sending him into another orgasm, this one far more intense than the one he’d just experienced. Anthony was quick to catch on, mimicking the movement of his fingers and identifying the rabbit’s feet as a uniquely pleasurable zone, which reinvigorated his lust.

Now, rather than massaging and groping the bunny’s legs, he focused solely on the bottoms of his feet, locking him in a state of perpetual orgasm as he shuddered and squirmed there, held still by the serpent’s head in his ass and the generally awkward position, impaled on the reptile’s two cocks. The mouse’s head was getting thoroughly coated in the rabbit’s seemingly endless supply of semen, while the serpent gripped tightly on his feet to keep them at least relatively still while he rubbed them.

Michael typically enjoyed feet whenever he could get his mouth on some, though that tended to be infrequent due to his mother’s transformation and unwillingness to change back. Although, he typically enjoyed licking clean soles after they’d been thoroughly dirtied, sweaty, or otherwise repugnantly stenched, rather than simply enjoying the sight of sensation of them.

This position was rather difficult to work with, and after about half a minute of locking the rabbit in perpetual climax, Anthony decided a change was necessary. He pulled his snout out of Michael’s ass and grabbed the rabbit’s ankles rather than his feet, setting the legs over his shoulders before grabbing the rabbit’s arms and lifting him off of his cocks.

Millie was ushered to the side, left lying on the couch awaiting further instruction while Anthony laid Michael on his back on the floor. All the while, the bunny was moaning and uttering various lewd pleads to continue or give him more pleasure, clearly overwhelmed by the perpetual orgasm, and yet there was a notable lack of begging or pleading for the snake to stop or show him some mercy in between his quick breaths.

“You, rabbit, are gonna lay right there and stuff your face in my slit while the mouse massages those sensitive feet of yours~.”

In response, Michael simply gave a few quick nods of his head, a bit too overwhelmed to speak, but quickly recovering. Millie perked up at the statement, knowing she had a new command, but without the ability to see, she knew it wasn’t safe to try and navigate there on her own. Luckily, Anthony took some mercy and lifted her off the couch, setting her right below Michael and holding her hands out, before placing Michael’s feet atop the large mitts.

“Keep the bottoms of his feet pleasured. Rub them, massage them, nuzzle them, do whatever, but make sure they keep stimulated.”

Millie did her best to get to work, rubbing her paws on his feet to find it caused her host to shudder and write beneath her, loud moans from the bunny now resonating through the dorm room. His squirming made it rather difficult to keep a hold of the feet, but she did her best to pay them both constant attention, rubbing them with her thick paws, nuzzling her nose against them to find they smelled actually rather pleasing, putting her slowly rejuvenating mind at ease with this task.

Meanwhile, Anthony squatted above the bunny’s neck, reaching back and placing his left hand on Michael’s chest to keep his squirming to a minimum. His right hand went to the back of Michael’s head, guiding him toward his already erect cocks, which prompted him to begin sucking once again.

“I’m gonna stuff your whole damn head in my slit while you’re choking on my cocks~.”

Anthony licked his lips as he pushed the rabbit’s head further, pushing it back and forth to emulate the bobbing of a blowjob, with even Michael doing his best to employ his tongue in the task, licking along and between the two lengths, even if his movements were a bit uneven. For a time, the serpent maintained this rhythm, stuffing the rabbit’s face repeatedly into his crotch but never quite penetrating it, slowly building up his pleasure.

He knew from experience that he had to be careful, a position like this could easily result in neck or spinal injury, and he had no idea if the rabbit had any manner of pain blockers or automatic healing in place. As such, he waited until he was at least close to climax before spreading his legs wide, nearly to a full split even despite his lack of flexibility, then pushing the bunny’s head further.

Michael’s snout pushed in first with ease, though the relative lack of elasticity proved to be a challenge as the wider portion of the rabbit’s head pressed up against his widening opening. Having experience with his mother forcing her head into his slit, Anthony was well aware that, in an angle like this, the pelvic bones would break before the skull, and he was proficient in self-healing. As such, he continued to push even as the rabbit’s head seemed to encounter a wall, pressing firmer with ever growing pleasure as his cocks forced their way down his overwhelmed partner’s throat, until, with one final push, the full head was engulfed into the flit, prompting the snake’s orgasm with an influx of both pain and pleasure, and leaving only a few inches of ears folded back protruding from his crotch.

A position like this was quite dangerous, something Michael knew full well, but due to years of extreme, torturous, death-embracing encounters with his mother he grew lax from the sheer pleasure of it all. He felt it clearly over his orgasm, though his inhuman pain tolerance hardly set off alarm bells: the head being fully inserted had broken his pelvis.

The natural result of this being that his legs gave out beneath him, and in a sudden, accidental slip, he fell back onto Michael’s chest, the rabbit’s head unable to dislodge from his crotch during the fall. Anthony felt no sudden jolt or snap, but the sudden ceasing in movement from the rabbit was a clear indicator of what had happened.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

He winced, mostly embarrassed about accidentally offing his roommate in their very first encounter, as he was easily able to ignore the pain from his broken bone. Healing was an obvious issue, but he’d need to be quick about properly returning Michael’s soul to his body. The campus certainly had the facilities to do it, at least he imagined, though even if-

“Hello…? What is this…?”

He heard a telepathic voice in his mind, the voice of Michael, and he suddenly recalled his mother’s pendant around his neck, looking down to see it now glowing, having captured the bunny’s soul.

“Uh… h-hey, Michael. How do you feel?”

“Uh… empty?”

“Right, um… So… Lemme see if I can explain this… Do you know uh… Do you know what your spine is?”

“...Yeah?”

“W-Well… when I came and fell backward, I may have kinda, sorta separated your spine from your uh… spine.”

“...Is that something I should be worried about…?”

“N-No! Not at all. Don’t worry, you’re just sorta… uh… dead.”

“You killed me?”

“W-Well I don’t really think uh… Yeah… I killed you…”

“Is THAT something I should be worried about?”

“W-Well no! Don’t worry, I have your soul trapp-... securely contained in this pendant here. We just gotta get you healed and get your soul back in your body, no sweat!”

“Right… um… I guess that makes sense…”

Michael seemed distracted, and while Anthony was utterly desensitized to death, both his and others, he knew seeing one’s own dead body and being informed of their death could be rather distressing.

“Listen, don’t worry about it, alright? We’ll get you fixed, I’ve done this a thousand times before on both ends.”

“I trust you, I just… I’m currently receiving a rather uh… well let’s say a rather motivated discussion about the importance of physical health and safety from a benefactor of mine. You can go ahead and start the healing, though.”

“Well… I’m not really an expert in that category… I’ve never really been super good at magic, and almost never heal other people, especially not from death. But I’m certain the nurse’s office will help! We just gotta… get there.”

Anthony took account of things. He could hardly move, his legs certainly couldn’t carry himself much less another body, he didn’t have enough magic to move them or contact the nurse’s office from a distance, which only left one recourse. He craned his head back at Millie, who’d been ignoring the two of them for the most part, continuing to massage and nuzzle Michael’s feet, seemingly unaware that the rabbit had stopped moving.

“Hey, Millie?”

The mouse perked up.

“We’re uh… you see we’re kinda stuck here, and you’re the only able-bodied person, currently. Would you mind doing us a favor? We gotta get to the nurse’s office…”

There was a clear eagerness practically radiating from the mouse, visible even beneath her latex suit. She didn’t expect her captor to allow her the upper hand, much less be totally reliant on her, and it wasn’t an opportunity she was about to waste.