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<b>"My nest?! Dude, are you serious? I have a family. Sure they're sketchy as fuck, but they're MY FAMILY. You keep saying stuff as if I didn't have a life before you fucked up everything. You just ....do you know? You're such a doctor, what a fucking egomaniac! AHHHH. You. Just. Keep. Pissing. Me. Off." </b>Dax growled at Ian in frustration, clapping both hands to his forehead to allow his fingers to gently knead his temples so he could try and calm down.<br/>
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<b>"At least you got that part right, BRUH."</b> Dax scoffed, trying to hold back a sarcastic sounding laugh because he DID want to smash Ian in the face.<br/>
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Dax's cock was still at full mast, aching and hard. When Ian stopped toying around with him in the shower, the biker boy figured that he was nothing but a cock tease anyway. Right now, Dax didn't seem too perturbed that he'd been blue balled by him. Dax was born with two perfectly good hands before he was transformed, and as far as he knew he still had them. He had two choices: he could jump back into the cold shower, or rub one out later in private to take the edge off his increased libido. Dax opted for the latter.<br/>
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He'd had already slipped out of the glass enclosed shower, letting Ian deal with the fluctuating water temperature and suffer the effects of the cold water. Ian's manly scream of surprise reverberated within the bathroom moments later, as Dax was toweling himself dry at the mirror. His shocked gasp brought a smug smile of satisfaction to Daxon's lips, an expression captured in the reflection of the glass. Dax spent a moment to admire his handsome visage in the mirror, sans a mouthful of serpentine hardware when a peeved Ian exited the shower in a big hurry.<br/>
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Turning around to observe him, Dax didn't get an opportunity to laugh aloud at Ian's expense. Aroused from the looks of it, the doctor snatched a towel from the rack and crossed the bathroom to manhandle his shoulder. Leaning closer, the alluring refrain of Ian's voice echoed into the shell of his ear, regardless of whether or not Dax wanted to hear what he had to say. His first instinct was to yank himself free of Ian's grasp, but the grip grew stronger as the hand slid from his damp shoulder to his throat, constricting his breathing as the pressure from his fingers increased.<br/>
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Inches separated the two men, as Daxon's head was forced back until his blue eyes met Ian's inhuman ones. This time, the gold hue of the lion's irises vanished and slowly bled away to the viridescent green of a snake, rounded pupils elongating and forming slits. Ian struggled with the metaphysical pull of his beast, allowing it to ripple under the surface of his human shell so Dax could bear witness to its powerful energy. Even if Dax didn't like the idea of being what he was now, the beasts presence within Ian was strong enough to stimulate a change in Dax.<br/>
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He had little to no control over his beast at all, and it showed as the baby blue shade faded from his own eyes, and changed to an unnatural color with slitted pupils. Once again, Dax could feel a painful throb of his facial bones as they cracked and shifted around, as well as the pulse of the poison sacs in his upper jaw, elongated fangs unfolding from their hidden recess involuntarily. The serpentine coil of Ian's fist at his throat continued to create further tension, but it wasn't nearly as constricted as the other hand that tugged at the length of his <i>cocks.</i><br/>
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<i>Cocks? </i>Dax had been born with one cock, but in his hybridized form it appeared that he'd grown a second appendage.<br/>
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Dax was grinding back against Ian's hard-on, enjoying the attentive stimulation from Ian's hand more than he'd let on initially. He released a guttural moan as Ian's fingers slipped beneath the cover of the towel to touch his aroused flesh directly. But the warm, fuzzy feeling the doctor elicited started to fluctuate once Ian lost his snake-like characteristics. The snake's energy dissipated, reappearing as a bird of prey and then again as the canine features of a wolf became more predominant. Whatever strain of lycanthropy Ian had been infected with was probably a lot more virulent than just being infected with cobra lycanthropy.<br/>
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Then Ian just had to be a buzzkill, and Dax's amorous mood popped like a helium balloon the moment he opened his mouth and spoke about surrendering him over to the local nest because of his bad attitude. Not completely shifted back to his human shell yet, the newborn snake shoved Ian away as a wave of dark anger resurfaced and poured out of him. He turned his back on Ian, grabbing the towel that worked itself off during their one on one and stared down at his dual endowments in awe. Male snakes had two penises, but Dax's second would vanish while he was completely human and reappear when he shifted.<br/>
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<i>Well there will always be an opportunity open for me in the porn industry at least. Dax thought, as he gaped at his second, fully-operational penis. </i><br/>
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<b>"MY poor attitude? Somehow I don't think the "snakes" would be all that thrilled to find out that you were the one that lost his shit and turned me into one of them, a guy with a poor attitude and all. Better yet, you created a fucking monster and <i>you can't even handle him</i>. Fine job, Dr. Ian." </b>Daxon returned the volley of words, along with a round of applause for his efforts.<br/>
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<b>"You want me to leave? Fine I'll leave. Your loss, bruh. Maybe the snakes will at least put out, unlike yourself?" </b>Daxon replied, his voice more muffled as he stormed out of the bathroom to search high and low for his clothes and Vans in Ian's bedroom.<br/>
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Dax thought he should ask Ian where his jeans, shirt and sneakers were located, but considering the tone their conversation had taken it didn't sound right if he did. He sighed resignedly, slumping down to sit on the side of Ian's bed with his head lowered to brood in silence. If he couldn't even find his own fucking clothes <i>how in the  world could he make it outside of Ian's apartment and survive? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm messing this all up, Dax thought, as he covered his eyes with his hands.</i><br/>
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<b>"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm really screwed, ain't I? I just need a moment to ...to.."</b> his voice cracked, tears flowing from his now human blue eyes.<br/>
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The news that he might lose control if he went back home to see his family, pretending to act like everything was completely normal, had finally sunk in. It was inevitable that the newly infected Dax would either devour or infect a friend or family member, something he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. Dax realized at that moment that everything that he once had and taken for granted, had been suddenly ripped away from him. He could never go back to his so-called normal life, being the goofy kid that could do brilliant aerial tricks on the back of a racing bike, or be the son his parents once had with the sparkling blue eyes and the sarcastic humor.<br/>
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<i>How could they want a son that now had reptilian eyes and poisonous fangs?</i><br/>
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<b>"I want to stay here, Ian. Until I know what the hell I'm doing. I don't know ...what this is, yet. I need your help."</b><br/>
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And that was Daxon Ripley's <i>final </i>answer.<br/>
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