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Among traders and customers of the black market, a rumor had gone around that someone or a group of people had gotten their hands on the goo of a hero’s symbiote suit. Months ago, a closed incident revolving around the schemes of a mad scientist who was planning to use the previously-mentioned hero’s clones to take over the world had resurfaced among criminals. The incident had occurred in an underground lab located underneath a popular hotel. The government quickly covered it up, but there were those who managed to take samples of the goo left behind by the hero’s symbiote when they had taken damage from whatever fight happened underground.

And whoever the person who managed to take a sample of the symbiote goo was now using it to cultivate mindless symbiotes of their own to sell on the black market. They were only a fracture of the power of the original symbiote. But they had no sentience and were easily able to be controlled, most notably used for inconspicuous body enhancing. Not only that, but the user of the symbiote goo could also use it to alter their appearance. The only downside was that these symbiotes needed to be satiated with reproductive fluids or else they would turn on their user and absorb them, turning them into mindless goo beasts.

There were only far and few made and sold, and even then whoever it was sold to was controlled by the creator. This also made the takeover incidents non-existent as those who were sold the symbiotes had strong wills and followed their feeding routines. Even when a client becomes careless with their symbiote, the creator has close enough ties that they would be able to help their troubled client. And now, after refined and accelerated production, these symbiotic body enhancers are becoming more readily available. However, the middle and lower ranks of the criminal black market didn’t know that they were being sold rejects, and were potentially dangerous.

But the clueless buyers didn’t know, and the creator did not care. Their way of doing business with the lower class was untraceable, so if someone were to be taken over and cause havoc, the responsibility fell on the heroes of the world. Yet despite the risks, merchants continued to sell and buyers continued to purchase. The temptation of supernatural strength was greater than the risk that came with it. And come on, the symbiote only needs a bit of your sperm or egg cells to satiate itself. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Right?

“Yawn… Hngh… Damn it… Woke up starving… again… I need that job… now…”

In a dilapidated slum, a 5'10” cheetah beast with yellow eyes named Cue wakes up in their dingy apartment. And having slept without having dinner, the cheetah was woken up by their grumbling stomach, curling up into a painful ball as they endured their starvation. Cue was once an upstanding mechanic and an occasional drag racer. But after an ill-fated confrontation with criminals involving his innocent service on a hitman's mustang, he is harassed and his mechanic shop was burnt to the ground. Now at 30 years old, he takes odd jobs from whoever needs his service. Be it the mechanic work of his past or a shady courier job, Cue was going to do anything to get by.

“The courier job… But why… Why did they need me to do it at night…”

Getting up from his floor mattress, Cue shuffles for his phone and a bag of chips he impulsively bought last night. The cheetah then opens their messages and looks at their job postings on a suspicious website. He also had job listings on legitimate websites, but Cue hadn’t had luck in months, making him resort to finding work with criminals. And in the inbox of his account on the suspicious website, he was tasked to deliver “merchandise” from a warehouse to a hotel. Luckily, he wouldn’t need to use his dinged-up truck for the job as his employer only needed him to drive the truck.

But since the job was scheduled at night, Cue still had to wait twelve hours until he was needed. For now, the cheetah picked themselves up from their bed to have a proper breakfast and maybe even clean their apartment for once. Cue barely had any money in his name, and if he didn’t get paid for this job, he was certain he wouldn’t make it by the end of the week. All of Cue’s money was being saved to repair his burnt mechanic shop, but it had been five years since, and he was only 60% of the way there. Yet Cue held his head high and continued to endure the hardships of working as a freelance mechanic and courier until he could one day reclaim his mechanic shop.

“4PM… Three more hours… Just have to finish this tire change…”

When Cue wasn’t in his apartment starving to death, he was outside doing mechanic work for less than savory individuals hiding in the slums. He would usually be called by criminals to fix tires flattened by bullets or police spike strips, but he did have nicer customers of those who simply wished to get by in life like him. These small jobs would usually get him enough money to get by the day, but he still had lots of debt and apartment rent to pay. Despite this, Cue remained unperturbed, especially with the fact that the job he had tonight had pay so massive he was confident he could finally return to the city and perhaps take on a real mechanic job temporarily.

Ring… ring… ring…

“Finally… Hello?”

“purring… Cheeto. I mean, what? Anyways, is this the guy? The cheetah mechanic?”

“That’s me.”

“Good. I’m sending you the address. Make sure to arrive here alone on foot, got it?”

“Got it.”

Right as Cue finished his last repair of the day, his client called to remind him to arrive early. Like any respectable freelancer, Cue quickly makes it to the rendezvous point on foot by first taking a bus and slipping into the alleys of several abandoned warehouses until he finds the right one. The right warehouse was as dark as all the other abandoned ones but the faint light of multiple hooded figures in the shadows with their cellphones out gave Cue the confirmation that he found the people he was looking for

“Cheetah, get over here.”

“R-Right…”

“Here’s the address. Use your maps or whatever. Now, get in and drive. Don’t ask any questions, or you won’t see the light of day again.”

“This isn’t my first time.”

“Good.”

It was too hard for Cue to make out the faces of his employers, but he knew better not to pry further, simply getting in the truck provided and heading out on the road. Like Cue had mentioned, this wasn’t his first driving job for suspicious people. Since he was once a drag racer, Cue drove like an expert behind the wheel with any car or vehicle. Be it off-roading in the rough dirt or drifting in the frozen streets, Cue was quite reliable when it came to transport and getaways.

From being a getaway driver to a transporter of illegal weaponry, Cue did it all to get the money he needed to restore his mechanic shop and return back to his old life. And despite the dangerous and shady nature of Cue’s job, he had never fought or drew another person’s blood. He only wanted money, not time, and so far, his service has been top-notch with zero evidence to link him with criminal activities.

“Hey, shit-for-brains, where the hell are you taking the truck?!”

“A detour.”

“Are you an idiot?! Follow the fucking map!”

“There were undercover cops trailing us!”

“Huh?”

“A Ford Taurus and Explorer. Multiple antennas with small police lights. Sit your ass down. You know why you hired me.”

“Tch. Guess they weren’t kidding…”

After an hour of driving, Cue makes his way to the city but has to take multiple alternative routes to his destination to remain inconspicuous. Those who knew Cue mostly knew the cheetah as an avid drag racing fan, but he also participated in all kinds of street races. And since street racing is illegal, Cue had to learn how to identify speed traps and undercover cops. Using this knowledge for his current work, Cue can keep his delivery safe from scrutiny. This carefulness really shocked the goon who questioned Cue’s sense of direction, making them shut up until they finally reached their destination after a few setbacks.

“Get out. Take the money and go.”

“Pfft. Alright. Make sure to spread my name.”

Arriving at the drop-off point, which was an empty parking lot, Cue is quickly offered his duffle bag of money and told to leave. Quickly accepting and inspecting his payment, Cue is surprised to see $100,000 in cash which was large sum of cash that would allow him to repay a lot od debts and bank the rest for his mechanic shop. But being a professional driver he is, Cue didn’t stick around to see the men unload their merchandise. However, on his way out of the parking lot, Cue seemed to have passed by the customers of his client.

“Hey, who are you– Never mind. Whatever happens to them isn’t my problem.”

Cue tries to get their attention at first but quickly bites his tongue, remembering to just go on his way and leave the criminals with their wares. What surprised Cue was that from the two people had passed by him, one of them was a very short black cat wearing a messy hoodie while the other was an orange and white cat wearing a simple tank top and shorts and was built like a brick wall. The black cat’s height was comparable to a middle schooler, so Cue first thought it was a father and son going on a late-night drive. However, right as he was about to descend to the first floor, gunshots rang out before an explosion sent Cue running for his life.

“Jesus Christ! I am getting the fuck out of here!!! Wait, the father and son! Holy shit!”

Whatever happened on the second floor, Cue knew a fight had broken out. And instead of running for the hills, Cue froze up and stayed, worried about the black cat and their guardian. Cue quickly rushed up to the second floor again, but when he hid behind a pillar and observed from a distance, he saw something quite unexpected.

“What the…”

The black cat was no child but seemed to have been a dwarf. They were now toting a rifle half their size, and the body of their guardian seemed to be melting and dripping goo as they held a man by the throat. The truck Cue had driven was now a burning wreck, and his employers were on the ground, bloodied, battered, bound, and bunched up like grapes by the buff cat’s orange goo. Cue immediately hid behind the pillar again to take in what he had just seen, but the moment he pulled his phone out to start recording, the short black cat, their muscular friend, and the restrained criminals were all gone.

“What was that?! S-Surely this wasn’t the work of the police that was trailing us! I swear I lost them!”

Now that the perpetrators and those involved in the scene were gone, Cue returned to the burning vehicle to see if there was anything left behind. To nobody’s surprise, whatever cargo Cue had transported was now burnt to a crisp. However, among the blazing wreckage, a burnt note stood out which Cue quickly picked up.

“So many glass containers… Were they bioweapons? Wait, body-enhancing symbiotes? Did those two come here to dispose of them?”

The note Cue found briefly mentioned the importance of the cargo, describing them as priceless merchandise which was valued to be worth $1,000,000,000 each container. Taking a closer look at what was left inside the truck, Cue noticed a lot of broken glass containers. All of them were already shattered and empty, but Cue noticed one that was intact. However, the one he did spot was in the middle of a sea of fire and wouldn’t be easily reached. Luckily, there just so happened to be a box of firefighting equipment with an axe and a fire extinguisher inside.

Using the extinguisher, Cue puts out the small fire before using the axe to scrape away the debris and uncover the only surprising container. Cue quickly rubs the ash covering the container away to find a goopy black substance shaking around. But before Cue could inspect it any further, the sounds of police sirens began to surround him, forcing the cheetah to shove their find in their duffle bag and make a run for it.

“Huff, huff, huff, huff… No way… No way this thing is a worth a billion!”

Ignoring the potential of getting arrested, Cue marveled at his find. If the note he found was anything to base off of, what he had just salvaged from the burnt truck was something that worth more than he had and could ever make in his entire life. The cheetah’s mind immediately began to wander as they escaped into the alleyway, dreaming about what they could do with a billion dollars once they sold the container of goop in their possession. Cue could finally rebuild his mechanic shop and maybe even buy the cars he always wanted.

He could finally forget his horrible life as a courier and driver for criminals and return to his life of cars and racing. However, before Cue could dream further, he snapped out of his trance and focused on escaping the scene along with how he would even be able to sell such a strange find. Cue did eventually escape and returned to his apartment, forgetting to cook dinner for tonight as he immediately returned to inspecting the glass container he had found.

“The note said these were body-enhancing symbiotes… No wonder they had money to pay me a hundred grand… But I need to know more about this. Maybe… Maybe the darkweb has something?”

Along with a grumble of his stomach, Cue rose from his bed to make dinner and search on his crappy laptop for anything related to what he just found. Sure, he did have something worth a lot of money in his possession, but it would be worthless if he didn’t have actual money in hand. And so Cue began to search for anything and everything related to symbiote goo, eventually finding a shady thread that discussed the recent crackdown by heroes on the goo.

“This explains the attack… But were those two really heroes? They looked more like inconspicuous thieves to me…”

Scrolling a bit further down, Cue manages to find a buyer for the symbiote goo and swiftly tries to get in contact with them. However, before Cue could hit send, he was distracted by his whistling kettle and got up to turn the stove off. But while Cue was distracted with pouring hot water into a cup of noodles, the goo inside the glass container began to squirm wildly. Due to the heat of the burning truck, the container that the symbiote goo was trapped in had weakened, allowing it to free itself as it rocked the container, causing it to fall to the ground.

“Ah! What was that?! T-The glass container!”

With a worried sprint, Cue returned to his bed to find the glass container of the symbiote shattered on the ground, with its gooey body quickly slipping out. Cue immediately tripped over his feet out of shock as the goo began to approach him. The cheetah quickly reached for an umbrella to smack the symbiote away, but this only gave it a bridge directly to his body, crawling onto the umbrella and lunging at Cue with a cold wet smack.

“Crap! Get it off me, get it off me!”

The symbiote immediately splattered onto Cue’s body, wrapping around his chest like a skin-tight suit. Cue did manage to act quickly and throw it off his body by ripping his shirt off WI his claws, only for the symbiote to try its luck again and leapt at the cheetah for a second time. This time, Cue dodges ever so slightly by stumbling back, causing the symbiote to splatter onto his waist and legs instead. The cheetah tried to eject the symbiote again by stripping off their pants but they struggled a lot on the belt, allowing the symbiote to seep into their clothes and begin merging with their body.

“Gah! It’s in my pants! And it’s weirdly warm!”

When Cue finally got his pants off, everything was already too late, and the black goo symbiote had completely enveloped his crotch. As one last desperate attempt of resistance, Cue shoved his hands into the squirming mass to rip it off his crotch. The wet and warm mass latching onto Cue’s body had a strange comforting warmth that sent mixed signals to the cheetah's brain. Although the symbiote was forcing itself onto Cue, the way his senses were being toyed with had him second-guessing his desire to resist.

Perhaps the symbiote would spare him and give him powers he heard that they grant? Or maybe it just wanted to catch his scent or some other unknown motive that made it so eager to cling on to Cue? Well, that’s what Cue thought until he examined what was happening to his crotch closely. Once he grew tired from tugging on the mass with little progress, Cue laid his hands on his goo-covered lap, legs spread apart as he cooled down from exhaustion, and noticed that his underwear seemed to have been dissolved, and his length was on full display. Not only that, but it was on full mast too!

“What the hell is happening! Why did it cover my– ngh! Ngah~! ❤️”

In the very next second that Cue realized he was insanely erect, the feeling of his stiff goo-covered cock finally reached him. Cue instantly shot his head back and moaned as his manhood began to throb and grow. Small pleasurable waves began to assault Cue’s senses with every throb of his length, causing him to slowly collapse with his hands reaching weakly towards his growing member. The now glossy black cat cock stood completely straight as Cue glanced upon it with quickening breaths, beads of pre cum oozing from the tip which the cheetah could feel upon their newly hypersensitive skin. The shiny black pole was now ten inches long with a mean girth, much longer and bigger than ones of Cue’s size. There was still that pulsing pleasurable that had Cue leaking like a half-closed faucet. But aside from that, the sensations slowly became bearable, and Cue was able to sit up.

“What did it do to me… Why did it make my… thing grow…”

The symbiote, seemingly content with blessing Cue with a bigger cock, didn’t spread any further than the cheetah’s crotch. Cue also noticed this and lifted himself from the floor and sat on his bed. He now had a girthy ten-inch cock courtesy of something he really shouldn’t have picked up and messed with. But now he has, and Cue will have to endure through whatever strange happenings befall him next. So without waiting for the symbiote to act, Cue endured the reverberating pleasure and held up his grown manhood to study it.

Holding the black meat column, Cue twitched from surprise at how sensitive it was. His paw pads gave it an unexpected stimulation, making him stiffen with surprise and cause his manhood to stand up again. Exerting a bit of effort of raising the length with Cue’s own movements, the cheetah couldn’t feel whether or not their private were irreversibly transformed or if the symbiote was acting like a massive gooey cocksleeve. Cue’s manhood wasn’t the only thing transformed by the symbiote but also his eggs.

At their normal state, Cue’s balls were very average like any normal person. But with Cue’s current state, two heavy orbs sagged between his legs. Their new size didn’t hurt Cue when he stood up from the floor but they certainly were more sensitive just like every part of Cue’s body covered by the symbiote goo. Lastly, Cue inspected his insane leakage. His giant glans was glistening with pre with just the endless but gentle stimulation coming from somewhere within the cheetah's lower abdomen, presumably from their prostate.

“It’s so sensitive… But should I touch it… Jerk it? What does this goo want from me…”

After grabbing used laundry to catch his leaking pre, Cue’s mind raced with what he should do next. Calling for help would definitely be stupid and may even agitate the symbiote, so Cue quickly threw that choice out. Yanking at the goo would probably make it angry too, so Cue also ruled that out. And so for his last choice, Cue contemplated playing with his new toy. In Cue’s mind, since the symbiote decided to bless his manhood while coupling it with a gentle tantalizing wave of endless pleasure, it must mean it wanted him to use it. Perhaps to reproduce? But if that was the case, Cue was a pure man despite him taking criminal jobs and wouldn’t let the symbiote have its way when it came to it.

“If you're gonna give me a big cock, then that must mean you want me to use it… Fine! I'll play your game, you weird goo thing!”

Deciding to entertain the idea of masturbating with his new cock despite not being someone who does it, Cue gently wrapped his paws around the length and began a gentle caress. With just one stroke, Cue’s body shuddered in an instant, his length throbbing and balls contracting from the sudden surge of pleasure. But Cue continued, beginning to be tempted by the pleasure this symbiote was offering and continued his stroking. Only a few strokes in and Cue was already nearing orgasm. The cheetah wanted to prolong the sensation so they began edging themselves.

However, it was almost impossible to do as Cue found himself stuck on the peak of his building climax which didn’t want to simmer down due to the gentle wave of pleasure still coursing through Cue. Cue was now throbbing relentlessly in between rapid pants while still torn whether to continue stroking and finally cum or let himself stay on edge just a little bit longer. The agonizing sensation was addicting but also began to frustrate Cue with the pent-up pleasure until the cheetah could no longer bear it and held their thick meat with both hands and finally pushed themselves over the edge.

As Cue’s eyes dilated, a hoarse moan escaped the cheetah’s throat as they rode the giant wave of pleasure from their massive orgasm. Unfortunately, thick ropes of white seed shot onto Cue’s coffee table due to the way he was sitting on his bed. But the mess was the least of his concerns as he felt like every nerve of his body was buzzing with pleasure. The pleasure of Cue’s orgasm had him tugging at his bedsheets and curling his toes as the pleasure died down, twitching from side to side as he forced out any drops of seed left in his urethra.

“Nggaah~! ❤️ Ahh… hah… holy shit… That was amazing… but now my urethra feels like it’s on fire…”

With Cue’s masturbation, the pulsing wave of gentle pleasure seemed to have finally stopped, allowing the cheetah to catch a breather as they flopped onto their bed, sweaty as hell as their cock began to deflate. However, what Cue thought was his dick loosing energy from his orgasm was simply a next step for the symbiote’s integration as it lost its thick girth in exchange for suddenly growing a substantial length.

“Ah! What’s happening to my cock! I-It’s growing so long! And– Gah! Are those eyes?!”

Cue immediately rubbed his eyes to see if his senses were tricking him but a few blinks later, and he was certainly looking at his own lengthening manhood. Not only did Cue’s cock suddenly began to elongate, his glans looked like it developed into a full head. The black glossy tip molded into the vague shape of a dragon’s head with simple features, most strikingly of which was its eyes. Then, when Cue thought it couldn’t get any weirder, he lost control of his cock and the appendage began to move freely.

“Holy…”

“So, you are my master, hmm? You are quite suitable indeed for your fertility is commendable.”

“IT TALKS?!?!”

The new snake-like appendage quickly turned to Cue and spoke, understandably leaving the cheetah in shock when it did so. The poor cheetah was ready to faint at any moment, unable to grasp their already bizarre situation rationally. But before Cue could do so, this strange snake cock suddenly curled around him and popped up by his side, creeping up his shoulder to meet his gaze once more, this time a little bit closer.

“It seems my new master didn’t want me to improve their body through digestion. Or allow me to merge with their arms or other combative and useful body parts. Instead… it seems that my master wanted me to improve and strengthen their manhood. Is that correct?”

“No! It’s not correct! G-Get off my cock and body!!!”

“H-Hey! Watch where you’re touching!”

Cue was always an avid horror movie fan, watching pirated flicks on his phone whenever possible. Despite the cheetah’s extensive experience with all sorts of scary and grotesque scenes, they couldn’t stomach the sight of their cock turning into a goo snake thing. A certain blockbuster movie with a chest-burster didn’t faze Cue, but his transformed snake cock had him yelling at the top of his lungs as he began shaking his new appendage. And understandably annoyed by the cheetah’s panic, the snake cock slipped out of Cue’s frantic grasp and restrained them by coiling around his body.

“Ack! Let go of me, parasite!”

“Parasite? But I am simply here to aid my new master! However, a squealing panicking master won’t make for a good partnership. So please calm down before I ‘help’ you calm down.”

The snake cock’s words were firm but not malicious as it pleaded for Cue’s cooperation. Meanwhile, Cue’s mind is still in disbelief at the situation and refuses to stop squirming in his binds. In all honesty, Cue’s reactions were understandable but what wasn’t was the fact that Cue continued to flail and kick his legs five minutes after being bound, all the while his snake cock was just looking back at him with disappointment in their eyes.

“Are you tired yet? Good. Now, my master, what is your desire? Surely you must have a goal for saving me in that fire. We are expendable, so it was a surprise that someone even thought to save me.”

“Huh?! Y-You aren’t going to hurt me?”

“Hurt you? Oh, please, master, we were created to serve!”

“T-To serve? (Does it even know that it’s supposed to be a tool sold to others?)”

“Yes, we do know that, and that is alright with us.”

“Gah! You can hear my thoughts?!”

“It may not seem like it, but I have already connected myself to your brain and nervous system. Don’t worry, you are still free to act on your own. Now, how may I serve you?”

Still in disbelief with the snake cock before him, Cue just sat there panting in silence as he tried to calm himself down. Cue did read that whatever was in the glass container he saved was a potential bioweapon that enhanced the user’s body, so he was caught off guard when he was given an upgrade in a place he never expected the symbiote could even toy with. But once the snake cock uncoiled around Cue’s body to give him a breather, the cheetah finally explained their intentions with the symbiote.

“Ahem! So, first of all my dick turns into a giant fucking log while my body rippled with pleasure. I masturbate to quell the pleasure but then my length turns into a black goo snake thing and is now talking to me. Am I dreaming?!”

“No, you are not. Here, I will nip your finger to prove it.

“You don’t have to– Ow! Hey!”

“You are awake, master. Now, what is my purpose?”

“Your… purpose… Uhhh…”

“Though, I would like to say that due to your squirming, I have bonded with a less-than-ideal part of your body. Luckily, as I slowly integrate with your body, your physical abilities will increase.”

“I-I don’t need superpowers!”

“Then? What would you like for me to provide you?”

“Err… Money… (Help…)”

“Help? Don’t you think that’s a bit vague?

At that moment, Cue suddenly wandered to his long-forgotten desire for companionship. Aside from struggling to reclaim his old life, Cue had lost many friends as he fell into poverty. He had owed lots of money to them and had borrowed and borrowed until they could no longer support the struggling cheetah. And when Cue couldn’t pay them back, they severed ties with a heavy heart. Now Cue lived most of his days alone, only making small talk with his clients and occasionally the store clerk where he buys food.

“Okay, I won’t hide it anymore, since you’ll just read my mind. I… I had planned to sell you off. You know you're valuable, right? I wanted to return to my old life, but it looks like I still have to work for it after all.”

“Ah… Let’s see… You lost your mechanic shop after servicing someone and causing a gang of thugs to drag you through the mud… Perhaps we could get revenge and take what they have? Surely they would have enough money from their crimes to pay back the damages they have caused to your life along with added interest.”

“What?! No, I don’t want to take revenge or hurt people! Just… I need money to return to my old life. I want to sell you, but seeing how you're so… calm and friendly… I immediately remembered how… lonely I've been.”

“So you wish for help on two fronts; monetary and company. To serve you, master, I would willingly detach from your body and get you the money you want without resorting to violence. However, I cannot accompany you after I have sold myself. But since reclaiming your old life is more important, I shall promptly detach from your body.”

“No, wait! Wait! Please… S-Stay… Stay with me… even if you… you're a strange goo creature…”

The thought of making a new friend only to lose them due to his materialistic needs made Cue panic and hold on to the snake cock tightly. If he did let go of his symbiote friend, he would definitely have enough money to rebuild his mechanic shop. But what about his friends? Would money immediately make them come back? Since Cue has been taking shady jobs, wouldn’t it be strange that their old friend suddenly amassed an exorbitant amount of wealth? And most importantly, Cue would have to start all over again in the big city. Who will accompany him as he restores his life?

Cue wouldn’t be picky with who or what accompanied him in his journey back to the life he knew, and held onto the snake cock with desperation. Thus, sensing Cue’s sudden distress, the snake cock didn’t separate and stayed with the lonely cheetah. Of course, there’s still the need to make money, but Cue knew this new friend he was about to make could help him through future hardships. But first, the two had to understand and know each other, and what better way to do that than for Cue to ask about the snake cock and why they were the way they are.

“So… Why did you decide to become my cock?”

“Because you were squirming and didn’t want to cooperate, causing me to land on your crotch.”

“Can’t you move to a different body part?”

“Of course, I–”

“Scratch that, you can stay like this… Hmm… Do you have a name? It'll be pretty hard to live with each other if you don’t have a name. My name is Cue, by the way.”

“Shall I call you Cue or continue referring to you as ‘master’? And no, I do not have a name, but I wouldn’t be opposed to being named.”

“Call me Cue. ‘Master’ sounds really weird. Hmm… For your name… How about… Hal?”

“Very well. I shall be ‘Hal’ from now on.”

As Hal took his new name with a proud glimmer in his small eyes, Cue wondered what else he could do with his new companion, most importantly the implications of having a sentient prehensile cock with a dragon for a head. And on the subject of phallic body parts, Cue wondered if Hal could be used to pleasure himself like how the snake cock first did as it became accustomed to his body.

“By the way, what do you eat? Or do you, like, take the nutrients from what I eat?”

“I feed off your reproductive, Cue. For my kind, the genetic code of sperm and

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