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Poppin' (Parasite) Pills for HandofBlades by Draconicon

"Well, they said I'd like 'em."

Zavis looked down at the pills in his hand, the snake considering whether it was all that smart to take them. After all, there were quite a few horror stories out on the news about people taking weird pills at raves. It could be anything...

But the snake wasn't that interested in being cautious. Considering he'd already checked his keys with a good friend, had no way of getting home without calling a taxi, and had a number of people around popping the same pills, he doubted that there was going to be a real problem. And if there was...eh, they'd keep partying somewhere else.

Throwing his head back, he let the pills sweep down his throat, and chugged back the booze that he'd picked up to wash them down. It felt almost slimy as one of the gel things slipped down his throat, but he put that down to the casing on that one being a bit loose. It wasn't that big a deal, and after another drink, the snake felt good about it.

Figuring that he'd dance for a while until the pills could take effect, the snake made his way over to the middle of the huge club, and started throwing his arms around while he moved to the music. There were so many people around that he was grinding on asses and hips without meaning to, but since everyone else was doing the same, nobody really cared. Rings of light bounced from wrists to wrists, and the ornate designs of various glowsticks being flung through the air left the dance floor a spectacular sight to behold.

Of course, it was mostly the music that kept his attention, as it was the only thing loud enough to hear clearly, with the big speakers on the stage letting out thudding beats that rippled through his bones with the force of the sound. He grinned, bumping his way forward through the crowd to get a little closer, enjoying the feeling of the sound rippling along his body, almost making his scales tense and release from the sheer vibration power.

After a few minutes, he was in the center, and he felt like the pills were starting to take effect. Some sort of heat was building in him, and he could feel the little beads of sweat running down his forehead and down the small of his back more keenly. It was rather intense, and he grinned, putting himself into the dance all the harder.

The heat continued to grow, and so did his sensitivity. It was like he was burning up, even as he soaked through his shirt. He panted, grabbing hold of it and pulling on it. Even with that, he swore that his hands were immediately coated with it, soaked to the scales from a simple touch.

It's gotta go, he thought, pulling on his shirt and yanking it over his head. He balled up the drenched cloth, and threw it over his shoulders. It smacked against someone nearby, but he didn't really see who. Zavis didn't care, either; it was a relief just to get his shirt off, even if he was still sweating madly, the beads running down his chest and his back and making him shine under the rapidly flashing club lights.

It didn't take long for the heat to spread from his torso down the rest of his body, particularly starting with his feet. The snake hissed as it felt like he was dancing in water balloons, groaning under his breath as it felt like his soles were sloshing about. He shook his head in frustration, hopping on one foot as it finally became too much, yanking his shoe, and then his sock off. They went flying, the former going far, the latter going short, and landing on someone else.

Zavis was vaguely conscious of someone behind him starting to strip down too, and the snake chuckled. Maybe he was starting a trend, or maybe he was doing something that other people liked. Either way, it meant that there would be hotter people on the floor than there had been a few minutes ago, and that was all to the better.

At least, it would be if the damnable heat would stop bothering him. He was down to his underwear, and it was soaked to his scales as much as his shirt had been. His cock stood out in stark relief through the material, and he knew that more than a few people were getting an eye-ful of it. Not that he minded (weirdly enough) that they were. He had a lot to flaunt...didn't he?

The snake realized that he was panting, groaning. He needed something...something new. Something to drink. He turned -

And ran right into a wolf dripping with glowsticks. The big canine groaned as they ran into each other, Zavis soaking him in sweat from the first contact, and the wolf growled.

"Hey, watch where -"

On instinct, the snake leaned forward and kissed the wolf full on the lips. From the first touch, they were swapping spit, and for a brief second, Zavis thought that he felt something slipping from his mouth to the wolf's. But then it passed, and he felt the wolf's tongue stroking his. That's what it must have been all along...right?

They broke apart, the wolf wobbling back and forth - and getting a bit of a boner - while Zavis continued wobbling his way through the crowd towards the drink table. Punch, booze, water; it was all there, and he probably needed some of each.

The snake nearly fell over as he leaned against the table, his cock stretching his soaked underwear to its limits as he leaned forward. He was dripping sweat from his arms into some of the nearby bowls, but he didn't care. He needed something to drink, and he needed it now. Collecting a fair bit of water for the first cup, he got another of punch, and chugged them both.

It barely helped, but it felt a bit better. As he turned around, he spotted a number of people stripped down nearly as far as he was, including the wolf that he'd run into. So many dancers stripped down to nothing more than their underwear, and all of them sweating like mad as they danced their hearts out to the music. In some cases, he could see guys hot-dogging other guys through their underwear, and he couldn't help but get a little turned on while watching it.

He walked back towards the dance floor, but he'd barely made it a few steps before an otter suddenly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him aside. The snake groaned as he was dragged off, only to have the otter kneel in front of him, staring at his bulge.

"Good god...you're huge."

"Yeah, and?"

"Can I...can I suck it?"

The snake wasn't sure what to think of that. It wasn't the first time that he'd gotten a blowjob, but he hadn't had someone just come out of nowhere and ask. Then again, he hadn't been flaunting his stuff so much as he had been tonight before, either. Zavis chuckled, flicking at the edge of his underwear with a nod.

"Go nuts, otter."

"Thanks!"

He grinned, leaning on a nearby table to keep himself upright as the otter pulled down his underwear. Almost immediately, the sweaty shaft was swallowed up in the otter's mouth, and the snake hissed in contented pleasure.

"Yeah, that's it..."

The otter was surprisingly good at cock sucking, he had to admit. He could take more than half of the snake's length without even trying, and Zavis was pretty sure that he didn't feel any sort of problems with the blowjob - no gagging, nothing - until the otter was down to the last inch or so of the shaft. Plenty of tongue action, lots of pressure from the lips; damn good.

He groaned, leaning back further as the soft 'suck slurp' sounds of the otter's blowjob filled the air, just loud enough to be heard over the music around him. The snake clenched at the table, his hips twitching back and forth as he started thrusting back against the otter's bobbing sucks, grinning to himself.

"Heh, yeah...such a good slut...gonna take my load?"

"Mmmhmmm!"

"Heh, then get it, otter. Suck me hard."

He didn't usually talk like this, or act like this, but it was like there was some sort of compulsion on him, like he had to do this. He had to blow his load in the otter's mouth, had to give him...something. It wasn't clear what, but the urge was undeniable.

In just a few minutes, he grabbed hold of his little admirer's head and started fucking his face. The snake barely heard the soft whimpers and grunts of surprise from the cock-sucking slut; all that mattered was that he was close, and he was going to make this little bitch swallow his load. Panting, he held the otter by the ears, yanking him up and down his cock again and again, forcing it in up to the base. His balls clapped against the otter's chin with near bruising force, until -

"Ooooh fuck!"

He moaned hard as he spilled his load down the otter's throat, filling him to the brim with seed. Some of it spilled back out, but the snake hardly cared. At this point, he was ready to shed his underwear, too, and as he stepped back from the gasping otter, he let his briefs fall to the ground, stretched and soaked and dripping. He smiled at the otter.

"Heh, hope you liked that."

There was no response, as the otter started panting, pulling at a shirt that was already getting soaked with sweat. The snake blinked at that, and then turned to the main dance floor again.

It had changed, and massively. The dancers were more like harem dancers now, those that were still un-coupled moving with sensual dances that looked more like what he'd see in a strip club than on a dance floor. Most of them were in their underwear, but some of them were completely naked, and he could see the sweat dripping everywhere.

Most everyone else was in a pile in the middle of the dance floor, their bodies grinding together. It was like a giant orgy pile in the middle of the room, with grunts, groans, and all sorts of fluids running around beneath them. The scent of sweat, cum, and musk was rank throughout the room, and he couldn't understand how he'd missed it growing around him all this time. The otter had been good, but he wasn't that good.

Suddenly, a hand clapped down on his shoulder. He turned, and saw that it was the wolf from before, down to nothing in the way of clothes, and with an erection that just begged to be teased and played with...by someone else, Zavis hoped. The wolf smirked.

"Hey, big guy. You remember running into me?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm gonna run into you. Bend over."

Hell no.

"Heh, sure."

...What?!

Something in him turned him around. He most certainly didn't want to; he wanted to stay on his feet, he wanted to walk off. He didn't want to get...get fucked...

What was in those pills?!

He couldn't do anything, only listen and obey as the wolf got behind him and lubed up his cock with some spit and sweat and pre, and began to push in....

The End