Breezy hummed to herself happily as she walked down the hall, the soft clicking of her heels echoing against the stone floor. She had spent the past couple hours managing the lab’s finances, balancing the books, and making sure Verra’s affairs and schedule were in order. Breezy was happy to do it all, and appreciated Verra’s trust in her to do it. One might consider the work to be dull and uncouth, but Breezy didn’t mind. In truth, she looked forward to it each time. Not for the busy work, but for the reward that came after. For Verra had agreed once she was done, Breezy was allowed to spend some “relaxation” time in the cloning pods. A favorite pastime of hers for certain, and one that never got old.
 
 
  She had asked Tenta, Verra’s sentient slime companion, to ready a pod for use. Already daydreams of being in that wonderful pod played out in the bird’s mind. She had seen so many Pokemon birthed from them, and savored watching them emerge each time. One could always tell when the cloning machine was readying its hatching process, the way its hum dropped in pitch as its current inhabitant emerged. As the occupant’s head slowly emerged through the thick membrane of the pod, its outer walls gurgling with soft, lewd noises. Breezy blushed as she remembered how many times she had seen the rubbery, latex goo form around the occupant’s body as they were pushed out…or pushed in. It was like a snug, torrid embrace, one you’d never want to leave.
 
 
Breezy could barely keep her composure as these steamy recollections jumbled through her mind, reducing her into a needy mess. Without even realizing it, Breezy had slid a wing between her legs, rubbing it against her crotch. She stopped, catching herself and grinned, looking down. "Maybe I need a vacation?” She asks herself, noticing a particularly patch of feminine arousal bleeding through her uniform. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken one…maybe Verra would allow her to sleep in one of the pods for an extended time? That could be fun! Making a mental note to ask Verra next time she saw her, Breezy hummed happily as she skipped down the fluorescent halls.
 
 
  Arriving at the lab, she beamed at the cloning machine and its many tubes and pods. A few of the pods were occupied, one containing a sleeping Lugia, with its wings folded at its sides, its tail curled up. And in another, an Eevee curled in the traditional fetal position. Breezy knew Verra was doing some testing on a clone Eevee’s evolutionary process. She walked up to each and hugged the sleeping pokemon in turn, pressing the gel latex tubes into herself, admiring their gentle give. “Soon my friends, soon…” She cooed in a loving whisper, caressing them with a motherly affection before looking around as she undressed.
 
 
  “Tenta! Did you find a tube for me?” She asked aloud, already kicking off her heels into a corner. No answer. Breezy frowned as she removed her skirt and called again. “Tenta!” Again, no answer. Breezy paused as she was in the process of taking off her shirt, frowning. Where could that mischievous slime be? Now fully naked, she searched among the tubes, frowning. “Ok, ha ha, joke’s over Tenta…” Breezy frowned, trying to squint through the dimly lit lab. “Come on out now…please?” She listened in vain…but there was no answer. Instead…her blood froze as she heard…something.
 
  Sshhhhhlurk…
 
  Something heavy and foreign was moving about the laboratory unseen. Breezy looked about her, but couldn’t see anything except dormant displays and the large machine the tubes originated from. The conveyor belt to the machine was turned off, and all the doors were closed. The place was sealed. “T…Tenta…?” Breezy murmerd nervously, a jolt of fear rolling up her spine.. Something she had not felt in a long time. From above, another misplaced noise caught Breezy’s attention. Her head snapped up…to suddenly be looking into the glowing eyes of a gigantic snake!
 
 
  But it was a snake unlike anything she had ever seen. Its eyes were glowing a bright neon green, while its head…its head was a shade of black latex strikingly familiar. It snaked down towards her as she backed away in alarm, and saw that part of its underbelly was green and translucent…and filled with a bubbly fluid? It hissed at her by parting its jaws, revealing a neon green mouth filled with oozing viscous slime. Despite the danger Breezy felt, she couldn’t help but admire how soft and squishy the slime looked. It reminded her of_
 
 
  “Tenta!” She gasped, turning to see another identical snake suddenly slip down from the shadows to join them. This one looked much like its twin, except this one had a long green tentacle emerging from its mouth. The appendage seemed to be resisting the serpent, attempting to bap or fight against the snake, but the snake simply slurped it up as easily as it would a ramen noodle. Breezy watched helplessly as the bulge, that was most likely Tenta, slowly wind up through the snake's neck and into the shadows of the lab ceiling. Where the remainder of the serpent's bodies lay hidden. Joined by its kin, the two snakes bore down on Breezy, hissing and spitting at her, their green eyes locked onto her own.
 
 
  Breezy could not understand. These weren’t Pokemon! Were these snakes part of some project Verra was working on? The fluid in their translucent bellies and their latex skin was exactly the same shade and properties of the cloning tubes. But she had never heard of rogue LCU’s (Living Clone Units) acting this way before. They were always made to never hurt or harm. She paused then, looking at the snakes as they moved closer. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Shyly, and tentatively, she stretched out a wing, and slightly trembling, stroked the snake’s neck. The snake paused, allowing for the feathery appendage to stroke its neck. A moment later, a soft purring hiss filled the air.
 
 
  She relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief as she reached out her other wing and began to stroke the other snake. “Goodness, you two gave me such a fright…” she said, looking between the two. “You shouldn’t scare people like that! Might give them the wrong impression.” Even as she spoke, she marveled at how warm and soft their bodies were. They were indeed LCU’s, their rubbery bodies already attempting to suck in a few of her feathers, covering them in sticky black goo.
 
 
  Breezy smiled, pulling her arms away and looking between the two. It still didn’t explain what they were doing here. As far as she knew, Verra wasn’t working on anything non-pokemon related. And Breezy knew, because she logged the books and the finances it kept to keep this place running. So what were these snakes doing here? Her answer came not from the snakes, but from their bodies above. Another soft hiss filled the air, but this time, it was much higher pitched. Breezy looked up just in time to see a pair of glowing green eyes from the darkness…before a dark shape fell with a resounding thud against the stone floor. And as it straightened up, Breezy felt her jaw drop.
 
 
  The snakes, Breezy realized, were just the arms of the full being now before her. Their bodies were curled and eventually merged seamlessly into limbs that were then connected to the shoulders of the humanoid being. It wasn’t human at all, though it was definitely female, given the (in Breezy’s opinion) absurdly large breasts it sported on its chest. But it had a humanoid shaped face, though no lips or mouth, only a teal faceplate. And among some black latex faceplatting were two glowing green eyes, much like the eyes of her serpentine limbs, refusing to look at anything or anyone but Breezy. Dozens upon dozens of thin tubes acted as the creature’s hair, on the end of each tube was a small black bulb that looked very much like the pods of the cloning tank!
 
 
  From the waist down though, it was clearly NOT human. Her trim waist led down to a large black pod that was then connected to the female’s tail. A long, serpentine tail whose scales were the same texture and style of the pods, while its underbelly was green, translucent, and full of the same thick green gel. Its tail was immensely thick, and on the very tip was a large black bulb much like the ones on each strand of its tube-like hair. The being looked very intimidating indeed, as it, and its snake arms, stared at Breezy with their unblinking green eyes.
 
 
  Breezy stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing. This was definitely not something that belonged to the lab. But this didn’t answer her questions: What was it? How did it get here? And most importantly: What did it want? It had consumed Tenta, and Breezy was afraid their prized slime companion was digesting in the green fluid of the snake’s “stomach.” But was perhaps the entire being as friendly as the snakes? She hesitantly raised her arms, and smiling shyly, stroked the necks of the snakes again. There was a pause, then a soft purring hiss came from the snakes once more. Breezy could have sworn she had seen the glow in the eyes of each face dim slightly. “Hello!” Breezy finally managed to squeak out, taking a moment to find her voice “...do…do you have a name?”
 
 
  The Naga creature cocked her head slightly as she looked at Breezy. Though it had no lips, Breezy could have sworn it was smiling at her. It nodded.
 
 
  “Great!” Breezy smiled, starting to feel a little more at ease. “Can…can you tell me what it is?” But the Naga shook her head. “Oh…you can’t talk? Well that makes things complicated. Well uh, you can write it…oh…wait…no hands…umm…” Breezy frowned, stumped. How could you communicate with someone who couldn’t talk, write, or even do sign language? “Well, you can understand me, so that’s something…” Breeze finally said with a shrug. “Ok, so I’m going to ask you some questions, if that's ok?”
 
  Another nod.
 
  “Ok, great! So I guess let’s get the obvious out of the way. Are you friendly?”
 
  Nod.
 
  “Ok. So…are you here to hurt anyone?”
 
  The Naga’s eyes dimmed and she shook her head quickly.
 
 
  “But what about my friend?” Breezy asked, frowning.
 
  The Naga cocked her head, as if puzzled.
 
  “My. Friend.” Breezy repeated, and pointed at the Naga’s arm. “You ate him, remember?”
 
  The Naga blinked, and she looked at her arm, who looked back at her, then at Breezy, before opening its maw and showing off its slime filled mouth.
 
  “Yes, yes, you ate him…but is he ok? Is he going to be digested?” The snake closed its mouth and the Naga shook her head. Breeze sighed again. Well, that was something. She really wasn’t looking forward to telling Verra that their friend was eaten. Verra! Breezy’s eyes widened. She probably didn’t know this intruder was here! Breezy looked up at the Naga. “Ok, so you're friendly, you don't want to hurt anyone, and you ate my friend, who isn’t going to be digested” recalled Breezy, counting off each statement on her feathers. “Ok, so what do you want?”
 
 
  The Naga blinked, cocked its head, but then raised its snake arm again…at Breezy.
 
 
  Breezy frowned. “What? Me? No no, I asked you what you wanted.” Again, the Naga “pointed” at Breezy with her snake arm. “Me? Why me? Are you…are you planning on eating me as well?”
 
 
  The Naga nodded.
 
 
  But before Breezy could decide if she should run, cry for help, or simply do anything…a shadow passed over from behind her. She looked up in time to see the bulb at the end of the Naga’s tail open wide, like a funnel fanning out before her. She only had the briefest moment to appreciate the funnel shaped maw before it descended down upon her. That was probably when she should have screamed for help. But it was too late. Her scream echoed within the squishy cone for a moment before the tail maw suddenly suctioned all around her, turning her cry into just a puny muffle. It was impossible to move her upper body, the latex flesh of the tail molding to her writhing form, her face, bust, and arms now a small bulge on the outside of the tail's surface. The tail began sucking on her, savoring her unique flavor, mushing the pillowy walls against her body, coating her in a thin layer of soft slime.
 
 
 
 
The consumption had begun.
 
 
  Even as she fought within the confines of the tail, Breezy knew she was in deeper trouble. What did this thing want from her? Her body writhed and twisted to no avail, finding no purchase to escape. Her squirming outline combined with the squelching suckles of the tail as it brought more of her inside seemed to excite the Naga, who blushed and caressed the bulge, almost lovingly, as more of Breezy was pulled inside. Breezy could feel the light motions of the Naga’s affection, and she kicked her legs in frustration as the tail lifted her into the air. Beezy’s beak erupted with a terrified squawk as she was suddenly flipped upside down!. “No!” She cried, feelingl herself slipping further into the Naga’s tail, aided now by the pull of gravity. But it was no use. She felt the lips of the bulb close over her legs, and with a wet slurping sound, the bulb had sucked in her feet, sealing the bird inside.
 
 
  “Well…this isn’t so bad…’ Breezy thought as she lay in the Naga’s tail, wondering what was going to happen next. She began to feel her way around, pressing her arms against the sticky walls. Immediately, she felt her arms sink into the tail, entrapping them in soft, goopy vice. But she could feel the slippery goop give way to the other side, where she could feel a familiar comfortable liquid on the other side. Breezy reminded herself that this being was a LCU, and that the Naga did say she didn’t mean any harm. So what did she have planned? Breezy suspected she was about to find out as a familiar tug pulled her through the thick black membrane and into the girthy depths of the beast..
 
 
  Breezy had closed her eyes during this, and when she opened them again, found herself floating, once more, in the thick green goo that normally filled the cloning tunnels. The liquid was slightly thicker than normal, and Breezy found she wasn’t able to swim forward or back. Not that she minded. It was quite peaceful to just be floating here. But she knew what she had to do next. If this being truly was an LCU, then that meant the fluid she was submerged in was breathable. Which meant there was only one thing left to do.
 
 
  Breezy opened her mouth, and from her beak let out a torrent of bubbles, pushing all the oxygen out from her lungs. She exhales for as long as she can, pushing out all the air that's stuck in her until only an empty gap remains. Immediately, convulsing heaves start to spasm against her chest and stomach, making her involuntarily inhale. Breezy, having practiced this so many times, gasped and inhaled hard, allowing the warm fluid to fill her lungs. It was always such an odd sensation, one that you could never quite get used to. But soon, a pleasant relief surged through her body as the oxygen in the liquid filtered into her body.. Breezy sighed and relaxed, feeling the ooze flow in and out of her lungs with each breath. She pressed a wing against her chest and smiled, feeling the surging fluid give her body the oxygen it needed to survive.
 
 
  Now that she wasn’t in mortal danger, Breezy took a good look at her surroundings. She was now floating in the Lamia’s tail, and could see out into the lab through the translucent membrane of the Lamia’s underbelly. Outside, the Naga was looking at her, its head cocked, but Breezy was sure it was looking at her with some concern. “I’m fine!” Breezy called to her, but the only sound that came out was a thick gargle, followed swiftly by a stream of bubbles. The Naga seemed to find this amusing, for its eyes closed, and its shoulders shook, as if she was giggling. Breezy rolled her eyes and gave the Naga the thumbs up to show she was ok. The Lamia nodded in turn, and suddenly, a soft suction pulled on Breezy’s body, pulling her along the tail.
 
  Breezy, her lungs now feeling warm and full of fluid, felt unconditionally sleepy. Pervasive warmth seeped into her limbs, inducing a synthetic lethargy. Her body instinctively curled up into a ball, tucking her knees into her chest as allowed herself to be carried along the current. This was…nice. Really nice. Breezy sleepily opened an eye and saw she was progressing along the tail, bending this way and that with the loops of coils. It was like floating down a lazy river at a waterpark. Except she was under the water. The Naga patiently looked on as she watched Breezy being pulled along up through the tail…until she reached the base of the Naga’s waist.
 
  Here, a wide clone pod connected the Naga’s tail with her waist. Breezy would feel herself being pushed through the squishy membrane of the pod, which was as soft and as malleable as the tail she had been sucked into. The feeling of excitement she had felt before was now back, and her cheeks flushed at the thought of what was to come. Slowly, her face was pressed against the membrane, but this time, she was surprised to feel the inside was far more sticky than it was before. It reminded her of the slime in the snake’s mouths earlier. And the feeling on her feathers was simply divine. It took a moment to expunge the fluid in her lungs out and breathe normally again. But once she had, she moaned softly, letting the substance cover her as she was drawn in more, feeling it caressing her body and teasing at her most sensitive places. She was enjoying this, her body shaking in the familiar yet unfamiliar in being entombed in such wonderful goo.
 
  But just when she was thinking of starting to have a little more fun by reaching down to her nethers, a monotone female voice sounded around her, like the seductive voice you heard in high-class elevators:
 
  “Target secured. Vital signs, normal. Arousal at 69%...” Breezy couldn’t help but laugh at that before the voice continued. “All systems operational. Begin extracting process.”
 
  “Extracting process?” Worry began to grip Breezy. That couldn’t be good. But she had little choice in the matter as bubbles seemed to inflate around her, entrapping her limbs in a firm, gooey compress. They reminded her of the black Latex bubbles used in a kid’s superhero movie she had seen. “The Amazings” or something like that. But the gooey slime around her limbs seemed to come alive, and began to ripple and undulate around her legs and wings, tenderly stroking her feathers with the utmost care, the touch as intimate as a lover. Another large bubble formed right between her legs, and she could only watch as the bubble engulfed her nethers and hindquarters. Now she was buried waist deep in the stuff, her arms stretched out, but it was not at all uncomfortable. Indeed, the gentle massaging to her body felt blissful. How long had it been since she had a massage? She had been busy working so long, she_ a gentle suction on her flower made Breezy start, disrupting her thoughts. She blushed as the suction increased in pressure, and she could feel tiny tendrils snaking into her nethers. She bit her lip, moaning softly as pleasure rippled through her, invading her most private areas. “Mmm… f-fuck me…” She gasped appreciatively, bucking her hips needily. The goo seemed to understand, for the tendrils softly began to vibrate. Slowly at first, nothing more than a tickling sensation, but soon it was like having the world’s best vibrator exploring her nethers. The tendrils seemed to autonomously target her erogenous zones and massaged them into blissful oblivion.
 
  “Subject arousal 95%. Subject arousal acceptable. Beginning milking process.” Milking? Oh, Breezy liked the sound of that. Synchronously, the chamber around her seemed to ripple and shift, strands of goop dripping down over her in languid strings. Her eyes suddenly shot open as she felt something bulky ease its way inside her. She had Tenta fuck her before, aiding her in her pleasure. But this…this was on a whole other level! The tendril she felt inside her felt…alive. It pulsed with living energy, yet she could tell it was made of the same liquid latex that surrounded her. But then the tentacle began to twist and shift, and Breezy’s moans soon began to increase in both volume and passion. It felt like the tentacle was covered in dozens of tiny tentacles, or even mouths, and they were licking, caressing, kissing all her most squirt-slickened cunt. A light sucking could be felt on her nethers as well, as if she was being fucked and being given the best head any lover could give at the same time!
 
  Breezy’s eyes rolled into her head as she squealed in bliss, bucking her hips madly against thel appendage. A smaller tentacle had even slipped inside her ass and was treating her to the same pleasurable sensation from behind. The walls seemed to be closing in around her, wrapping her in a squeezing veil that was undulating in time with the fucking tendrils. Now unable to see, all Breezy could feel, taste, hear, and touch were the slick walls and the pleasurable sensations rockin’ her entire body. Every time she thought it couldn’t get better, a tendril caressed some hidden part of her that sent lightning through her body, making her feathers stand on end.
 
  It was simply too much. Breezy shrieked with glee as she came hard into the suctioning mouth, which latched on like a leech, sucking away all her femcum as her pent-up arousal exploded out of her. Breezy promptly went limp, unable to hold her weight up as she relaxed, her chest heaving. The tentacles slowed, allowing her a moment of rest, but sifting around within her goo-stuffed guts. That had been intense. And Breezy was quite glad it was over, for she was sure that if she did that again, it would break her.
 
  “Milking sequence complete. Genetic material collected.” A female monotone voice sounded softly. “Scanning subject vitals. Increase in blood pressure detected. Increase in heart rate. Increase in perspiration…”
 
  “N…no shit…” Breezy panted, rolling her eyes. For a being made for extracting genetic material, it sure was clueless!
 
  “Sensing high concentrations of estrogen in subject…” The voice replied cooly. “Resuming the milking process.”
 
  “Wait, what?! No, I can_” But Breezy cried out as she felt the tentacle in her nethers inflate to even larger sizes, the soft mouths (or tendrils, she couldn’t really tell) began to worship her insides again with loving licks and caresses once more.
 
  “Subject has confirmed they can go on. Resuming the milking process.”
 
  “OH, FUCK YOU!” Breezy screeched, torn between arousal and annoyance. But as the walls closed in around her, she felt herself passing through that barrier once more, and out into the open air. Despite the lab being warm, her exposed skin felt cold after being trapped for so long. But only her head and breasts were free to the outside world, her cries of bliss echoing off the walls of the lab as she was continued to be fucked and milk by this mysterious Naga. Well, Breezy had wanted a vacation! Guess she had better be careful what she wished for. But in truth, as her eyes rolled into her head, her tongue lolling to the side of her mouth, a thought crept into her broken filled mind.
 
  “I could get used to this…”
 
  * * * * * * * * * * *
 
  Just around the corner, Verra sat, calmly the whole scene unfold. She had arrived only minutes ago to discover the snakes bearing down on Breezy. She had stopped when the snakes didn’t attack, and instead watched as the whole scene played out before her. Now she was watching her dear clone having her brains fucked out by the behemoth’s intimacy system, a lust-stricken smile plastered to her face. Verra’s wiped the blood from her nose and pulled her own wing out of the hem of her skirt, blushing as she saw her damp feathers glisten in the dim light of the tanks. “Lucky girl…maybe I’ll have to try and see about getting a turn. But who, or what exactly is this creature?”
 
  As if in answer to her question, there was a soft hiss from above her, and she looked up in time to see the tail of what looked like a black and green snake with yellow lights flickering up and down its scales pass through the rafters of the lab. But it dropped a letter at her feet, sealed with a wax stamp. Curious, Verra picked it up, broke the seal, and unfolded the letter to find a message, written in cursive writing, reading:
 
  “Dear Verra,”
 
  “You do not know me, but I have been a fan of your work for quite some time. Your advances in cloning technology are truly astounding, and have revolutionized the scientific world. And they have inspired me to work on my own techniques and put my own unique twists on my own creations, using your work as a base line. I give full credit to you for this however, and I thought I’d share the first fruits of my labor.”
 
  “By now, I’m sure you have met my lovely Naga, Nenu. She is a kind soul, and would not endeavor harm upon your staff. But fair warning, she does intend to “milk” genetic material from random souls from time to time without warning, so be prepared for that. That was what she was designed to do after all, capture, subdue, and extract genetic material. She is quite good at it, having personally experienced her extraction techniques. But I place her at your service, as a thank you for inspiring me with your work. Use her as you please, and I hope she can help further your advances in clone technology.”
 
  “I would very much like to put our heads together over a cup of coffee or tea sometime, and possibly discuss a partnership in the future. I believe with our combined ideas, we can truly create wonderful things. I hope this letter finds you in good health, and hope to hear from you soon!”
 
  “Sincerely,
  Tyr Bjorgolfsson”
 
  Verra looked over the letter with a raised eyebrow before tucking it away. She could decide what she’d do about her response later. But for now, she was eager to see what this “Nenu” could do. She smiled as she approached the Naga, letting her lab coat fall to the floor as she did. Nenu regarded Verra, her green eyes flashing, and seemed to smile. One of her snake arms reached out and, forming a seat, pushed Verra into it before lifting her off her feet and pulling her close. Verra couldn’t help but grin in eager anticipation at what was to come next…
 
TO BE CONTINUED…?