The Facility On the outskirts of town, where nature began to seep into the strict rules of modern life, was a nondescript warehouse; the remnants of a mineral factory that had been used to store oddities for years. Nonetheless, in the field of urban exploration, it served as the setting for numerous urban legends, all of which revolved on abduction. From devil worshipping cults to an alien base, it appeared that no one who entered the facility would ever be heard from again; the disappearances had been reported for years, but no official action had been done. This sparked even more conspiracy rumors surrounding this dilapidated institution. Undeterred by its bad reputation, the investigative duo of Fox and Horse, also known as The Two-pines, made the unfortunate choice to record their tour of the ancient warehouse. The two of them had amassed a considerable following thanks to their smart observations and funny speculation about every location they had visited; they didn't take themselves too seriously, and their comedy was wide, allowing people from many walks of life to appreciate their content. And this time was no exception; the two approached the enormous edifice, laughing at one other's jokes and amusing guesses. The warehouse had few entry points, with a corroded iron gate hanging on twisted hinges and a punctured wire fence; time had not been kind to the abandoned facility. And the big entrance doors were in much worse shape; slimy wood sat on the concrete floor like fallen monoliths, with moss and ivy covering the majority of the exposed timber, while rot and woodworm ate the remainder. The horse and her companion had little trouble passing through the fence or the factory door, but the male fox did attach a GPS tag to the fence so they could find their way out if they became lost inside. The entrance hall was silent save for the towering equine's hoofsteps, which were muffled in the moist air as the fox followed behind with the camera equipment. Both anthros humorously praised their sponsor for their skin-tight, moisture-resistant suits, which were a blessing in this wet climate where mould would very likely get into any other clothing and be difficult to remove. Their voices filled what they thought were lifeless halls as they chatted with their audience, but in the darkness, hidden ears were listening, waiting, their owners licking their lips, and prepared to trap their tasty unknowing prey. The equine's boyfriend, a fox full of jokes and wordplay, unpacked his inventory to ensure that everything they needed was present and ready. The number of spare cameras they carried along, as well as a few other interesting utensils and gear outfitted for urban exploration, would lead you to believe they were on a covert mission. They went deeper inside the abandoned complex, with the horse girl doing the majority of the talking and the fox filming all around the place for anything interesting to record. "Surely, if so many people have gone missing in this huge place, there has to be at least one clue if anything has happened, aren't I right, folks?" Too preoccupied to speak into the camera to make the recording entertaining, the fox's ears detected a strange sound not far from where they stood and investigated. It was moist and feeble, with occasional soaring and gushing. What made it even more interesting was that the sound shifted all over the place, making the fox concerned that the building had become physically unstable. He mentioned to his significant other about what he could hear with his ears and urged the equine to return, as it could be much more harmful if they ignored the ominous gurgling sounds of, what he imagined, exploding pipes. Instead of causing fear, it made the equine even more anxious to learn more about the location and the many secrets it had acquired over the previous months. She ran into the shadowy halls, armed only with her headlight and a few glowsticks to illuminate areas of interest if she came upon them, leaving her significant other behind without a second thought. The air around her became increasingly stale, making it difficult to breathe, while the system of shattered pipes sizzled and groaned with steam trying desperately to leave its metal confines. The equine slowly conceded to herself that things were beginning to sound and feel strange. She should've listened to the fox and gone back outside. Her concerns, however, were quickly alleviated. Unannounced and unplanned, like the steam that has gradually filled the previous staleness with blindness. Meanwhile, the fox grudgingly followed her deeper, after a brief conversation with himself and the camera. So far, they have always managed to dispel falsehoods and emerge from even the most shaky constructions around the country. However, the second gust of confidence was short-lived, as the gurgling wet sounds became increasingly intense. In addition to the strange noises, the fox soon spotted a handful of his girlfriend's glowsticks in the steamy fog. The faint lights of the recently activated sticks created an almost deliberate route that went to a door with broken glass and something crawling out from beneath it. He couldn't leave her behind like that, no matter how much his body and mind cried at him to stop and think of himself instead of what she wanted. But he went anyhow. The closer he got to the door and the weird substance oozing out, the more his knees and hands trembled with fear of what was beyond. The light from his headlamp flashed and glistened against the surrounding darkness, providing him with some comfort as he tentatively groped for the doorknob. The door proved difficult to force open after the initial opening. Turns out that the liquid that had been coming out was nearly halfway up and burst out gushing, which astonished the fox so much that he simply slipped back into the liquid. His breathing was quick, his eyes wild, and his body felt strangely heated. "Couldn't wait to see me again, huh~?" The equine's voice filled the dark corridor with hope. "Don't worry, cutie—this place isn't as bad as we thought!" "I can see why so many people went here and never left." Something was odd about her, but he couldn't pinpoint what. When she emerged out of the shadows, he recognized something was different. Her body was covered in pink fluids, giving her a slime-like appearance. Most of her garments were damaged or gone entirely. The half-naked equine flaunted her new acquisitions with a sickly, exciting enthusiasm. Her immensely thicker hips shifted left and right, as did her leaky breasts. She was lovely no matter which area of her body he looked at, and it was scary to see the pink ooze come out of almost any hole her body had. He was feeling much more calm than before, yet the warmth that had surrounded him before made him feel eager. His attention became fixated on her crotch, which emitted a seductive, mind-numbing aroma, and he didn't even notice the pink stick of meat that had been sliping out of her pussy for the past several moments. Enticed and lulled into pleasure, the equine seized the moment, grabbed the fox's head, and drove her freshly enlarged appendage deep into his maw, eventually passing down into his throat.The fox coughed briefly and placed his hands on his stretched throat and swelling tummy. His body reacted at the same time, attempting to scoot away from the mare, but she was unrelenting. Her hands firmly seized his head again, and her oozing cock was forced deeper and deeper into him, forcing his hands to clutch her legs, but there's not much else he can do but endure the brutal throatfuck. Despite feeling afraid and out of control, he couldn't resist loving the taste of the pink fluid, as well as the pink snakes that kept emerging from the mare's altered privates. The equine's entire body trembled violently with pleasure, resulting in more snakes ejecting themselves from her and filling her lover's tummy, which was increasing by the second. There were no ideas left; only pleasure and ecstasy. Despite fucking so harshly, she lived in the moment and couldn't care less about anything else, as did the fox, whose hands had stopped holding against her legs and had begun hanging down completely limp with only a few pleasure-induced jolts and jitters moving them ever so gently. The cock was attacking his throat, ears, and other open areas. A few moments later, something warm and slithery emerged from his urethra, startling the fox and causing him to snap out of his stupor. He quickly released himself from the equine's embrace, his hands gripping both his throat and his stomach once again, which appeared to be swelling into its final stages. His skintight garment ripped quickly, exposing his naughty bits for everyone to see and lust over. Groaning and huffing kept his mind busy, preventing him from recognizing that his sheath and testicles were both enlarging just as fast as his stomach was. At first, his own member pulled itself out. It appeared considerably larger than it had ever been, but it was still changing. During the stiffening, the pointy tip of his red member began to swell. The protrusion swelled so huge that the urethra gaped, allowing the mare a good view of the slithering pink beneath. The Fox, confused, afraid, and aroused as never before, gripped and pulled on his stiff member. The pressure inside it ached for release, as did he with each pull on his throbbing cock. Finally, his member's red skin pulled back, revealing a monster of a pink prick spewing pink cum everywhere like a broken pipe. The influx of pleasure caused by the sudden changes made both release a copious amount of the pink fluid, coating them to such a believe, one would think they had escaped some sci-fi alien’s stomach. There were no fears left, only the instinc to made, no matter how brutal it might become. It did not matter. Everything, to the smallest of movements felt good, beyond good even. It was a sick and twisted scene between lovers, who’ve always wished to be together forever. To have their wish fulfilled like this was probably not how they wanted it, but what they needed. Within moments, his body burst into another mindnumbing combination of pleasure and euphoria. Pink fluids were flushing and spilling out of every last pore he had, his asshole being the next after the cock to cave in and let go of its inhabitants, followed by his nipples, which rested atop a developing set of breasts that would make even the most successful models jealous. As the fluids continued to spill out of him, several smaller pink snakes and cocks emerged. Some dropped into the pink goop, but the majority remained where they were and began making out with one another passionately. Following this, the equine said nothing else. Words have become useless to both of them. Both understood their new task and their new life waiting for them, though to say if those thoughts were truly theirs, or those of others was hard to determine and redundant to consider anyways. Lustful glances were switched between the pair as the mere concept of thought was at last vanishing completely. Both felt what had to be done. To fuck. To fuck a lot. Even more of the equine’s own pink creatures emerged from their hiding places to engage their new playmates in a grotesque display of love and adoration. The male parts of the fox reacted the most of any region of the body. The scarlet skin remained folded back like a strange second sheath, while the snake-cock creature that had grown out of it began to reconstruct itself for some reason. Its mouth widened, allowing its cock-tongue to spew more pink juice upon his expanding crotch. A dozen creatures slithered beneath the skin and hair of his abdomen. Curious at the nice feeling, the fox observed his body swelling and wriggling with these weird lifeforms that had made him their new home. Though he wanted to continue watching his body change, especially as his tail began to peel back and a large flood of pink fluids gushed out like a waterfall, it was not given to him. the mare, not even thinking to stop filling her lover with even more pleasure, quickly took the advantaged, pinned the lupine down and once again shoved her slithering member, alongside a few snakes that had emerged around its sides back into his mouth, back into his mouth, then his ears, then back into his mouth. The amount of cum and snakes expelled inflated the Fox's stomach to the point that he lost his last remaining male traits. He resembled a pregnant fox lady, with leaky breasts and a tummy large enough to be in the late stages of pregnancy. To add to the process, his cocksnake began to fold back, much like his dick's original skin had a few moments before. Pink saliva exited his mouth among the dozens of moans as the alterations in his lower body forced him to use both hands and feet to balance himself. At long last, his once almighty dick had reformed itself into a pink and extremely wet vagina that used the sheath like an extension to develop a birth canal. The mare, be it through scent, awareness or whatever else, pulled her newly grown appendage from the lupine and without taking second shoved it into his transformed reproductive system. More pink liquid escaped both of them as their fucking continues. Time was irrelative. The Csnakes successfully claimed another couple of lovers for their cause, adding them to the list of explorers who had dared to enter the old building and explore its many hallways. Their impact was expanding, and their nest was far from completed. This was only the beginning of a species assumed to have become extinct. And now with more equipment that at their disposal, only more will be claimed to the slowly growing infestation. But who truly knows how far they have already gotten? Maybe it was a scary story to keep people away all along. The end.