The trees rustled with the sound of scales as Serena and Seria lounged about in the treeline. Thick coils looped and splayed about the branches. Both serpents had a satisfied glow about them, noticeable bulges shifting among their seemingly endless bodies. The mixture of yellow and pale white marked with purple created a harmonious painting of serpentine flesh as they moved about at a relaxed pace.
  “Ahhh….You know, I should have tried finding a partner earlier. It does make finding prey a fair bit easier, and more fun…” Serena commented, her chin laying atop a branch. Seria’s cool chin rested atop her own head, the albino python’s eyes closed as she dozed lightly.
  “Indeed…” She murmured. “It does have its bonuses….”
  Serena’s tail tip gently twined with Seria’s, the pair of them gently swinging back and forth somewhere among the massive tangle of snakeskin. It tightened a little as a cool breeze wafted through the leaves, stealing a bit of precious heat from their bodies.
  Seria frowned, her eyes opening a bit. “I do wish however that this fall business didn’t have to be such a nuisance. Summer is so much better, why can’t the world be more hospitable to those of us with cold blood?”
Serena nodded in agreement, shifting slightly under her partner. The sound of shifting scales grew louder to the ear as the two ground against one another to generate warmth. There was a constant movement in those trees, serpent against serpent, twisting in a continuous embrace that would put any other creature to shame.
The effect was noticeable, either snake felt less of the chill that was steadily permeating
the air day by day. Still, there was something missing...something that would help even more. Serena’s mind searched for a moment trying to figure out what. She wasn’t hungry, and she was fairly sure Seria wasn’t either. They had both eaten well since settling here, but still she yearned to hunt...yearned to hold something.
  Footsteps along the path below made her perk up, disturbing Seria as she lay atop her head.
  The albino python made a plaintive sound, pressing Serena back down to the branch to reclaim her pillow.
  “Mmmnnff…” She murmured sleepily. “Stop moving. You’re a nice resting spot.”
  Serena looked up at the python with a huff. “Well your ‘resting spot’ has an idea, my dear banana.”
  Seria opened one eye, looking down at her. “And what occurs to my pillow?”
  “Well now….” Serena made an interested little sound. “It is getting colder...and the way I see it, mammals do tend to generate their own heat, right?”
  “Correct. I should know, I’ve got a few inside me at the moment.”
  Serena nodded, earning a little sleepy grumble from Seria as her ‘pillow’ moved about. “Yes, but when eaten, they only generate heat for a few hours at most...what if we were to hunt a meal, and then...not eat it?”
  Seria raised an eye-ridge. “Are you implying that we simply get a prey thing, and then don’t prey upon it?”
  “Well...yes, something to keep us warm, and to toy with a bit of course…” She added a little purr to the end of that sentence. “You can’t tell me the idea doesn’t have a little appeal? Your favorite part of finding a prey thing is feeling it struggle in your coils if I recall? What if you had a special little toy just for that ssssensation?” Serena nuzzled her head against the bottom of Seria’s chin as she spoke, smirking a bit.
  Seria gave a pleased little murmur at the sensation, working a bit of sleepiness out of her coils, rolling and flexing them along Serena’s as she decided to wake up fully. “Well now...I suppose I could see the appeal in that, my little rainbow.”
  “Little? I’ll have you know I’m just as long as you.” Serena’s tail tip gave a little squeeze, her coils starting to flex and rub back against their yellow counterparts.
  “Perhaps, we’ve never measured.” Seria smirked. “In anycase, do you have any particular mammal in mind?”
  Serena cast her gaze downwards through the treeline, catching a glimpse of a brown haired human strolling through the park in a casual t-shirt and slacks.
  “I may have a vague idea…” She smirked.
 
 
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  Shawn walked at a casual pace down along the park path. The first day of fall had been a scant day ago and already he could feel a pleasant tingle of slight cold in the air, and a change in the leaves. They weren’t quite brown enough for it to be true autumn, but they had that slight orange pallor that suggested a nice fall to come.
  As for today, the air was still warm enough to be pleasant, while being cool enough to be just slightly bracing. Usually he wasn’t much for random walks, but the day was so nice he really couldn’t resist. He’d heard some odd stories about this park as of late, in fact another fellow named Shawn at his workplace hadn’t shown up for a few days. He was never one to buy into local stories though. Besides, what could be so dangerous about a park at midday?
  As this thought passed through his mind there was a sudden rain of leaves. Shawn paused with a little frown. It was too early in Fall for the leaves to be falling like this. They were rustling and shaking as though there were some kind of stiff breeze, but he didn’t feel any such thing on his skin.
  “What a cute little thing…” said a voice from above. Shawn paused, turning about to try and get a look at what was talking, but the rain leaves marred his vision and made it hard to see, they got caught in his hair as they fell in waves.
  “Indeed, I think I’ve made a rather nice choice, don’t you, Sssseria?”
  “Mmmmm…” Said the first voice, in reply to a second, lighter one. “Indeed...I think he’ll do nicely…”
  Shawn blinked, picking leaves from his hair. “W-what? Excuse me, hello? Is anybody there?”
  Twin chuckles echoed from the trees above, echoing through the park. The sound seemed to surround him as he grew a little more worried.
  “Is this some kind of joke?”
  The laughing petered out with a pair of interested murmurs. “Oh no...not at all, this is quite serious, but it could well be enjoyable if you let it.”
  “Indeed….Now, enough beating around bussssh.”
  There was a sudden sensation, almost like thick molasses pouring over either shoulder. Shawn stiffened, the corners of his vision suddenly filled with yellow on one side, and white and purple on the other. The sensation curled beneath his arms, squeezing in from either side with surprising force.
  “W-what!? Let me go!” He struggled, trying to free his arms. However, despite the almost fluid nature of how they moved, the things grabbing his arms held tight. It was like trying to fight against liquid steel. The grip was totally immutable.
  With shocking ease he was hoisted into the air, his legs kicking uselessly in the air as he lost any leverage he might have had.
  Even while holding him aloft, those twin tips curled around his arms further. They were cold to the touch, stealing warmth from his body as they twined about him. He felt a familiar sensation, smooth and slightly textured, but with surprising girth as they held him. He knew in an instant, even before he breached the foliage, what had grabbed him.
  Snakes.
  “H-help! Help!” He wriggled against their hold, a blush flushing across his cheeks. Though his body told him to struggle, at the back of his mind his thoughts turned to a deep memory stored and buried, all of this seemed vaguely familiar. He could see flashes of a television, sitting in front of it and feeling a bit funny as colors and swirls filled the screen.
  As those slightly browned leaves parted, these thoughts were chased away by the stunning sight in front of him.
  It was what could only be described as a sea of coils: two patterns, one yellow with banded rings and another of pale white, marked with light green and purple along its length. At their thickest, they were bigger around than his entire torso. They twined and spun around one another, moving smoothly. The speckled light from the leaves above danced over the oozing scales as they wrapped and twirled around every surface available.
  Shawn was so stunned that his struggles ceased for a moment as he stared dumbly. Even with how large the twin coils wrapped under his arms were, he’d never imagined the snakes they were attached to being this big.
  “I think he’s impressed, Serena…” purred one of the voices he’d heard earlier.
  “With good reassssson,” replied the other with a little chuckle.
With that, two smirking serpentine faces slithered into view, either head larger than his and then some. The reptilian maws on either massive snake was big enough to swallow his head without the slightest hint of trouble. One serpent, the one with the pale white scales and colorful patterns along her back, lidded her eyes. The patterns along her face made it look strangely as though she had long feminine eyelashes accentuating her playful expression.
The other, Shawn recognized as an albino python, but easily three time larger than even the most massive he’d ever seen. Her expression was more playful, and she slithered closer than her partner. A warm gust of humid breath washed over his face as she seemed to examined him.
“I hope you do indeed like what you’re seeing. If not, you’ll have to adapt quickly. You’ll be getting very familiar with every inch you sssssee here.”
Shawn flinched as her tongue tickled against his nose, leaving twin wet trails along either side. He was shocked at the thickness of it, even the tines at the end were thicker at their base than any of his fingers as they touched him.
“W-what?” Shawn’s mind reeled as the serpents spoke. So many things were happening at once that it felt hard to keep up. “I...I don’t understand, let me g-”
He was cut off as the twin tail-tips around his arms worked in tandem to carry him forwards, above the thickest sections of the serpents’ bodies.
“Shoosh now…” said the more colorful of the two. “My name is Serena…” She snaked around to his cheek, nuzzling gently.
“And, I...” The python came around to the opposite side. Two heavy chins were now sitting on his shoulders, leaving almost no room for his head. His cheeks bunched up comically on either side. “...am Seria, but you can just call us your new Missstresssessss…” Shawn watched as her tongue flicked out at the corner of his vision, tasting the air lightly. “We are in need of heat for the coming cold, and we think that your body will do nicely. So, as I said, you’re about to get very, very familiar with our coilsss….”
Shawn’s stomach dropped as they let him go. Their tails unwound from his shoulders, leaving him unsupported as he fell the short distance onto a shifting pile of their coils. He tried to stand, but their constantly shifting bodies kept him from making progress. He could feel the casual, powerful flexing of their bodies as they watched with amusement. As he tried to find a steady foothold, his leg suddenly vanished up to the ankle between two flowing sections of coil. The sudden feeling of his foot surrounded by them caused his coordination to fail further. He found himself literally sinking into their coils like quicksand.
Shawn felt incredibly small. Just the gentle shifting of their bodies was enough to prevent him from having any kind of agency. They moved in tandem, as one, almost like a living tide. They knew just where to adjust, how to move to sink him a little deeper into their hold. Already he was up to his thighs.
“Ooooh, he is warm…” Seria complimented. Shawn felt one side of those coils press against him a little more firmly.
Serena chuckled, smiling down at him. “I told you this was a good idea. Every good living space needs a pet after all…”
“W-wait a minute! Pet!? I’m N-” In the span of a second, those coils loosened enough for him to sink up to his belly button in coils. His face flushed as they cinched again, pressing intimately close, flowing all over his thighs and the skin of his belly. His shorts did little to separate his skin from their touch.
“We’ll have to train that out of him of course.” Serena chuckled.
“Oh yes certainly, can’t have all that complaining...though…” Shawn’s blush got brighter as the yellow banded python snaked in close again. “I notice that he is blushing rather a lot…”
“Oh?...” Serena tilted her head. Shawn tried to push his way up from their coils as she slithered close as well, only to have a thick length slide over the backs of his palms, pinning them in an instant. He wiggled back and forth, but found no avenue to struggle as he was examined. “Why...I think you’re right…” She smiled. “Oh my, dear, we’ve hardly done anything to you yet…”
Shawn stiffened, his blush getting a bit worse.
“Sssshe’s right you know. We’ve hardly introduced ourselves, and you already look rather…”- Shawn stiffened with yelp as a thick coil poured itself heavily against his crotch, flowing over the forming bulge in his shorts.- “enamored…” That coil took it’s time, getting a good feel for what was barely hidden behind that fabric. She shared a look with her partner. “I think your choice of pet may be more fitting than you know…”
Shawn’s body had vanished between their shifting coils up to his elbows now, his blush getting worse. A new coil slipped up between his legs, flowing continually through them, brushing against his balls through the fabric.
“Oh my!” If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that the one named ‘Serena’ was blushing. “You may be right.” Her large muzzle shifted forwards, pressing lightly against Shawn’s nose with a smirk, those deep purple eyes looking into his. “You maybe be more fun than I’d anticipated. Anything you’d like to tell us, pet?”
As Shawn opened his mouth, he suddenly found himself up to his shoulders in shifting scale, and soon even those vanished under the tide of slowly flexing muscle. Shawn’s chin tilted up, his red cheeks pressed upwards as coils shifted across them.
“I’d hurry…” Seria chimed in. “You’re incredibly warm right now.” Shawn felt a cool breeze pass over his face. The rest of him was so entombed he couldn’t feel anything besides the slow movements of their bodies. Their coils shifted and he sank just an inch more, only his face sticking out from the ever churning coils. “You may not have the privilege of speech very much longer.”
“And do be honesssst.” Serena’s tongue flicked against his blushing cheek as she looked down at what little of him could be seen. “You’d be surprised how humans fidget when they lie, and we’ve got a pretty good feel of you at the minute.” That coil between his legs, most likely Serena’s, pressed into his crotch a little more firmly.
Shawn’s toes curled somewhere inside that mass of coils. This didn’t go unnoticed as both serpents gave little chuckles at his responsiveness.
“Ssssssoooo?” Shawn felt a coil encroaching over his forehead, another starting to press up over his chin. They were so thick all they’d have to do is come together and he’d totally vanish under them. “Do speak up.”
It was hard to breath within their shifting grip, the sheer mass of them around him making it hard to inflate his lungs fully. His mouth opened and closed as he felt those coils closing slowly, threatening to shut around him totally, flowing cooly over his warm cheeks.
“A-alright!” He managed, squirming as much as he could. The sinking stopped for a moment.
Seria and Serena regarded him casually, the mass of coils around him cinching inwards possessively. “Yes?”
They loosened again and Shawn took as deep a breath as he was able, a speck against the mass of their bodies. That memory from when they’d first grabbed him surfaced again. Sitting in front of that TV, a VHS in the tape player, rewound a thousand times onto a certain scene...A song floating through his head as he lay, immersed in cool, hugging scale.
“I...I….”
He gasped as those coils flowed over his eyes and chin. His nose and mouth now the only thing free of their hold. Taste was the only sense undominated by their bodies as they rolled and flexed around him.
“Don’t stutter.” Seria said. “It’s unbecoming.”
Shawn gulped, feeling the gentle undulations of her belly scales over his eyes, now blind and bound. He let out a shaky breath, blushing profusely as it washed against the scales that seemed all too ready to cover his mouth, prepping his words before talking.
“I might….have a small thing….for snakes…”
“Ooooh~” said a voice. Shawn had learned it was Serena’s by now, by it’s slightly more elegant sound, and lighter pitch. “Only slight?” He felt various coils around his body cinch inwards, pressing against his groin in particular. He let out a hot huff of breath with a little noise, followed by a squeak as yet more pressed playfully against his rump. “I’d say this…” The coils around his lower regions set up a slow steady, undulating flow around his crotch. He wanted to squirm, but the bands of muscle around his body offered no avenue. “Is a fair bit more than slight.”
“Oooh, I do like how well you’ve taken to being a tease~” Seria’s slightly deeper, more sensual voice hit Shawn’s ears.
Serena’s giggle replied. “Well, I’ve had the best of teachers.” Shawn felt warm breath washing over what little of him could be seen. “So then, pet, you’re a fan of snakes, are you? Then would you say you’re enjoying your predicament?” He could hear the smirk in her voice. “Not that you really have to answer that. It is a bit hard to hide your feelings from the one twined about you.”
Seria laughed lightly. “Indeed, you can keep no secrets from us. We will delve into all your secret places, both physical and mental…” The coils along Shawn’s back began to undulate in waves, starting along the small of his back and going up towards his shoulders. He couldn’t help a coo from escaping from those lips, hardly surfaced above their grasp. “Shame is a useless gesture. So, at this point you have two optionssss…” A forked tongue touched his lips. “You can either accept your fate as a pet, a plaything for us, and be allowed the….occasional, bit of movement.” She chuckled.
“Or, you can deny your body’s wishes. In which case we are quite happy to bury you. You feel quite nice right now. In fact, if it were not for Serena’s love of play, I can seldom think of a reason to ever let you out again once these coils clossssssse.” The one pressing against his chin got a little bit higher. It was basically pressing against his bottom lip now, it's opposite pressing lightly over the bridge of his nose. “We do not need to see you to toy with your body, to generate that squirmy warmth we adore...but I must say there is some appeal in seeing the expressions of my playthingssss...So, answer now, and decide whether this breath will be the last you take above our embrace...or if you will accept your own helplessness and learn your place. It’s up to you…”
Shawn was a blushing mess beneath those coils. He could feel them all over, and he knew they could feel him. That was the reason he was there, so they could feel his warmth, draw it from his body into those cool, smooth scales. They could feel his responses, there would be no lying here. As he struggled for breath now when they weren’t even trying, just under the weight of their coils around him, he knew what Seria said was true. If he did attempt to lie, to say that he didn’t enjoy what was happening, they could enclose him in a world of their scales forever. His form would be so tiny as to never surface again, until perhaps one of them hungered.
His mouth, now basically all that could be seen, opened. The twin snakes listened for his answer. He took a shallow breath before he managed.
“I accept,” Shawn said quietly.
 
 
There was a warm chuckle from above his perception.
“We thought you might~” came the lighter voice, Serena’s. The coils pinning him in on all sides gave a slow inwards squeeze forcing a little noise from his lips, before they loosened once again. Shawn felt one slithering around his middle, but this was different from the others. Instead of endless spinning loops, this one had an end. It curled around his belly firmly, and he found himself slowly hoisted out of those ever churning coils.
There was no hurry. He slowly rose up out of the shifting scales that flexed against him on all sides, slowing his ascent, seemingly reluctant to let him slip from their grasp. The sunlight that filtered between the trees was blinding for a moment, after the darkness of their coils over his eyes.
He blinked a few times before his eyes focused, finding the pair of serpents eyeing him with appraising smirks. It was Serena’s tail that had plucked him from his scaly prison, she held him now, and he could feel the tip of her tail undulating softly against the side of his belly through his clothes.
Shawn felt rather intimidated by the massive snakes, blushing profusely. They knew his secret affinity, and he had agreed to be their ‘pet’. The only thing that was left now, was to figure out what that entailed.
He plucked up the courage and, with a little gulp, asked, “So….what now?”
“Well…” Serena looked him up and down. “That is the question, isn’t it?” She chuckled. “First, I do not think our pet needs these extra sssskins, do you?”
Seria shook her head. “No. The transfer of heat between our bodies will be so much more...pleasant, without them…” She cast a glance to Serena. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Oh no, be my guesssst”
“Ssso kind…” Seria snaked forwards. Her snout rubbed lightly over Shawn’s cheek before the thick girth of her neck dragged across the side of his face, her large head settling atop his smaller one. Before he could get a word out, he felt another touch. The tip of her tail slowly flowed over Serena’s before snaking over the expanse of his back, gently caressing through his shirt.
Shawn could see, just above the edge of his vision, the twin tips of Seira’s tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. The questing end of her tail slipped over the shoulder not currently occupied by her neck.
“W-well wait a second...if you’ll just let me go a second I could take off some of my clothes myself…”
“No need, you’ll find you won’t be doing much yoursssself these days…” Those banded yellow scales slipped over his shoulder, finding the collar of his shirt and toying with it for a moment. “Besides, this is much more fun…”
Shawn’s breath caught as cool scales pressed against warm skin, her tail pouring under the neckline. Already the fabric was strained by its thickness, the segments of her belly scales pouring over his tender throat as they delved deeper. Every scale pressed close as he looked down to see his shirt rolling and shifting with the new mass slowly slithering inside. Seria gave a little coo. The sensation of her throat against the back of his head, and along his shoulder, vibrated with the sound as those cool scales absorbed his warmth. It began to curl around his chest, Serena’s own coils retreating as Shawn felt himself now held aloft by that slow, flowing trip around his neck and chest. Under his shirt, the flexes and slow kneading attentions of those scales strained his shirt very nearly to its limit as Seria practically purred atop his head.
He squirmed a bit, but those coils gave a particularly hefty squeeze, the muscles along that length of scale bulging outwards. For the briefest of moments, he could see the outline of them under his shirt, before the fabric was rended much like tissue paper.
“There’s that blush again,” Serena commented with a chuckle.
Shawn squirmed, looking down at his bare chest. The remnants of his sleeves slid and drifted away to get tangled among the foliage.
“Indeed, but it sssseems our little new addition still has a covering or two. Care to fix that my dear?”
Serena slithered forwards, nuzzling against Seria’s tail, resting her chin atop it as she settled on Shawn’s opposite shoulder. The weight of them and the sheer size of their massive profiles kept him from lifting his arms up much at all, as though doing so could have prevented either serpent from doing anything they wished.
“Why, it’d be a pleasure, Ssseria…”
Shawn looked down to see the pale white and brilliant color of Serena’s scale slithering over the top of Seria’s. The human stiffened as the tip drifted down along to his belt line, drifting underneath and tickling across the sensitive skin just below his belly button.
“W-wait a minute, I-I think my pants can stay, don’t you? I mean...I’m plenty warm just shirtless.”
Both snakes vibrated with light laughter as they shared a look from either shoulder.
“Isn’t that adorable?” said Serena.
“He think he has some say so.” Seria’s tongue flicked out at the corner of his vision. “No worries, he’ll learn ssssoon enough.”
“Indeed he will. For now, let’s get rid of these silly little thingsss….” Shawn’s breath caught as Serena’s tail tickled across the top of his member, swirling in little circles around the head in a continual, slow touch. “It’s not as though we don’t know what’s hiding underneath in any cassssse.”
“Guhnnngg…” Shawn’s blush flushed red across his cheeks. His body stiffened against those coils, muscles flexing, but under their own it was hardly a noticeable change.
“Why don’t you tell us just how you feel about snakes, darling?” Shawn felt Serena’s head shifting, her lips brushing against his ear. “Usually we have to touch a preything quite a bit more to get such a…” More of her tail flowed into his pants, creating a coil around his member before flowing down his pant leg. Every inch of it circled around his needy flesh before oozing downwards, the coil around his member growing larger by the second. “Go on now, don’t be shy…”
Shawn’s body tingled all over. It took several moments to get his mouth into any kind of working order. He wiggled in their grip as the coil around his cock grew thick enough to encompass the grand majority of its throbbing length in cool scale. The bulge it made was easily visible through his thin shorts.
“I-I…”
“I think he’s having a bit of trouble answering your question,” Seria said with a smirk.
“I can’t imagine why…” Serena purred, that ever thicker coil giving a hefty squeeze.
“Gnng….” Shawn’s eyes shut with pleasure as he tried to form words. “It’s….”
“Yes?” Shawn’s shorts gave a strained noise as Serena flexed her scales. Her hold wrapped around his rump, bracing and kneading against it. The tip exited through his left pant leg, curling around his thigh and drifting down around his knees.
“I-I’ve always...been interested…”
“In?” Serena prompted. The seams around the leg holes of his pants began to fray as her tail gave another flex.
“Nngg….” Shawn could hardly stay coherent as those coils rolled around his lower body. His shorts weren’t long for this world. “Snakes…” He managed. “I-I’ve always been...interested…”
“More than interested I’d say.” Seria squeezed around his chest, forcing out a moan he’d been trying to hold back. “Someone has a certain...affinity…”
“I’m inclined to agree…” Serena chuckled. “I think you are going to enjoy your time here...Now, let’s just…” Her tail gave a final flex, coils giving a rolling squeeze of pressure around his crotch, pressing against his rump and inner thighs. It was too much. The coil around his member was already more than large enough to bury it utterly under a single muscular curl. It wrapped around to give his rear a hefty squeeze, the sudden tensing of muscle forcing a final rip to ring through the trees.
Shawn’s shorts, or at least what little of them was left intact, fluttered through the leaves and away, leaving him totally nude above the treeline in the grasp of two giant snakes who were both eyeing him like either a new toy, or a fresh cut of meat. He squirmed as either coils began a slow kneading wave down along the whole of his body. They were eyeing each other from either one of his shoulders, contemplating how best to use their new object of attention.
Another moan escaped Shawn’s lips at their idle movements all over his skin. Every time a breeze rustled through the leaves they held him just a bit tighter, that cool scaled flesh pressing in on him a bit more needily, a bit more possessively. He felt his member give faster and faster throbs within Serena’s grip. His toes were curling and uncurling in the air as he felt a climax coming, slowly building up within his body.
Just before he thought he might burst, that coil fell away, slowly slipping from around his body as Seria’s hold on his upper body shifted him to sit on a particularly large branch. Her coils followed, leaving him bereft of their touch in...come to think of it he had no idea how long it had been since he’d been plucked from the pathway. It couldn’t have been terribly long, yet somehow it felt like days. His skin felt odd and empty without something wound around it, the freedom of movement was almost...uncomfortable.
“Wouldn’t want you getting too excited just yet though, now would we?” Serena triled. “It’s bad training practice to spoil a pet too early on. .”
Seria nodded, either of them slithering in a circle around him. He was reminded momentarily of how a shark might. Now without any form of covering, he made a useless attempt to close his legs a bit. Though they had ceased their attentions for the moment, his erection still stood tall in front of him, impossible to hide, and his efforts only earned amused chuckles.
“True, though the question now is…” Shawn stiffened as the tip of Seria’s tail pressed against the small of his back, slowly caressing in an idle gesture. “Just what can our pet do to earn his treat?”
  “Hmmm….” Serena put her tail tip to her chin, before her eyes lit up. “Ooooh! Before we met, I once hypnotized a human into massaging my scales. Their ‘hands’ are surprisingly good at such things.” She cast a glance at Shawn, with an expression that somehow made his blush brighter. “Plus, our new little plaything here will hardly have to be hypnotized to get up close and personal with your ssscales, I should think.”
  Seria’s tail trailed up along the grooves of Shawn’s spine, sending tingles along his nerves. It was all he could do to stop from letting out a little noise.
  “Indeed...I doubt he’ll complain.” Her tail fell away, and Shawn ‘oofed’ as her head sat itself in his lap with a weighty flop. Her deep purple eyes looked up at him expectantly. “Well? Begin. It has been a long time since I had a preything massage my neck from the outside.”
  Shawn gulped. The way she was laying, his member was pinned against his belly, just behind her jaw. Surely should could feel its slight throbbing, but if this was of any importance, she showed no sign. He could feel her breathing more intimately now, the slow expanding and contracting of her scales against his thighs. She was so massive at this point in her body that part of her neck was literally hanging off of his thighs. Every subtle shift and fidget impressed upon him by the way her scales shifted over his skin and against his cock.
  He squirmed a bit. Her scales were beautiful. This was the first time he’d gotten a look at them without being bound in some way. Now he had a moment to appreciate the natural intricacy of her patterns, the interlocking diamonds that made up the lovely patterns along her back, dark and light yellows mixing to create those rings that trailed across the length of her body. He could see the subtle shifting of her muscles with every graceful movement, her weight pressing him down against the branch he sat on. He probably couldn’t have gotten up now if he tried. She had him pretty much pinned just by resting her head.
  As Shawn’s eyes drifted back down to her face, he saw a smirk painted across her serpentine features, and slightly raised eye ridge. “Are you going to stare? Or start?”
  “O-oh...right…” He lifted his hands, though he wasn’t even sure where to begin with he expanse of serpent currently plopped in his lap. Giving an internal shrug, he decided to start with the base of her neck, just behind her jaw.
  Shawn knew a thing or two about massages, if only on humans. He knew a woman who worked at a spa, though admittedly only as the receptionist. Still, there were very few things alive that didn’t enjoy a nice neck rub. He dug in lightly with his fingers, applying pressure in gentle circles just below her jaw, and just above her belly scales. The resulting little hiss of approval let him know he was on the right track.
  “Ooooh, you’ve got a point, Serena, this does feel rather nice...I should have gotten a human years ago.”
  “I know, right? I told you there are some bonuses outside of the ‘Coil and Eat’ method.” She smirked. “And I can tell you’re enjoying it, because you actually used my name that time.”
  Seria opened an eye to glance at the brightly colored snake. “Don’t get cocky, Rainbow Bright.” She gave a little murmur. “Now a bit harder, further back. Here, let me assist.”
  Shawn’s breath caught as Seria oozed forwards, her massive neck curling around his side. Her warm breath puffed against his back as her tongue flicked out to tickle his skin. “Jussst there.” A particular section of her body along his thighs flexed, her scales undulating along his pinned member, throbbing needfully after the pleasant sensation of her body sliding across it.
  His hands shook as his breath shuddered. Above him, Serena tilted her head with an amused chuckle. “Are you alright? You seem a hair distracted.”
  Shawn got a grip on himself, not quite trusting himself to talk, and pressed his hands along the sides of Seria’s body. Taking a deep breath, he began to rub back and forth, keeping up a gentle firmness as his hands worked against her scales, feeling the slight give of them under his fingers when they were at rest. He knew full well that when she moved...when she squeezed, these very same scales could become firm enough to press the air out of nearly anything.
  To be so close to them at rest, it was humbling, but also exciting. The human stiffened again as the massive python flowed forwards again. Her head nudged his arms up and out of the way as she came around to his opposite side, a complete coil cinching snuggly around his middle, her eyes regarding him from his side. “Continue.”
  Shawn tried to take a deep breath, but only got about halfway before he found her coils pressing against his chest. He could breathe comfortably, but inhaling beyond normal was impossible simply from her presence around his body.
  He found it a little hard to maneuver his arms now, with her girth cinched just under his elbows, forcing them outwards slightly. Still, he had enough agency to do as she bid him to do, rubbing along the new section of her coils presented to him as she moved forwards.
  Her little hisses and murmurs at the attention vibrated around him far more thoroughly than they had when he was bound in a mix of her and Serena’s scales. Now her throat was pressed intimately close against his chest and back, the bass of it enough to rumble in his belly.
  “Good work...mmm, yes...perhaps a bit higher.”
  This time Shawn couldn’t hold back a moan as she curled around again. Her cheek flowed over his exposed chest as he found himself bound up to his pecs in two curls of her neck. The coils size made it slightly harder still for him to breathe as his arms were forced up further, losing a bit more still of their agency.
  “Right about there should be the spot.” Her coils tightened around him, her chin resting on his left shoulder now as she looked at him with a smirk. “Continue.”
  He tried to move his arms down to where they had been before, but the sheer girth of her coils kept his arms out to the sides. “B-but I-” He was cut off with a wheeze as she squeezed more firmly, forcing the air from his lungs with humbling ease.
  “Less talking, more massaging.”
  With a slow flex, squeezing him just a bit more tightly, the muscles along her neck rippling visibly under those patterned scales, she loosened.
  Shawn gasped as much as he was able, which wasn’t much. She seemed to be holding him more snuggly now, and while he could breathe, he was just shy of completely filling his lungs with every breath. The continual, if slight, denial made him feel ever so slightly fuzzy.
  He moved his arms as much as he could, trying to stroke and rub along the sides of her scales. His member was well and truely pinned by her scales now. Every little breath caused her coils to expand and contract against it, the pleasure making his motions more clumsy, less coordinated.
  Shawn’s hands lost a bit of their firmness, but still roamed over her scales with as much leverage as he could manage from his weakened position. Despite his weakened efforts, Seria still made little murmurs of enjoyment, her cool scales pressing against his warmth from all sides, beginning to knead against him.
  Shawn gave a louder moan as she snaked forwards again, both of his arms getting pinned between two turns of her body. His noise was silenced by the thickly scaled flesh of her neck flowing over his face, burying him up to his eyes in her body. His arms’ movement beyond his elbows was totally quelled by the girth of those coils, the slow shifting of her body against his cock as her scales flowed like a living river around him. It was enough to make his muffled moans audible to Serena who rested her chin on a nearby branch, watching as Seria sat her head atop Shawn’s. His entire upper body, besides the upper half of his head, and his arms jutting out of her coils, was totally hidden.
  “Having fun?” The colorful snake commented.
  “Oh yessss, quite a bit.” Shawn wheezed again as she squeezed in on him. “He really is quite easy to play with. I think he’s in danger of getting his ‘treat’ a bit early, just from my touch. It’s really rather adorable…” Her coils gave another slow undulation, milking another moan from Shawn’s lips. “And quite warm to boot.”
  Shawn’s moan was cut short as her throat cinched around his, his eyes shut from the pleasure of her hold around his body. As though he weighed nothing, he found himself lifted from that branch. Shawn was spun like a top in reverse, more thick sections of Seria’s body curling around his legs until he was bound from his toes to his cheeks. His arms stuck out from the forearms onwards awkwardly from the side of the cocoon of scale. Serena chuckled from the side, slithering forwards to nuzzle her little partner in crime’s cheek. “Now now...don’t hog him…”
  “But he’s so cute, look at the way his fingers are clenching. You know how much I love sssquirming.”
  Serena chuckled, Shawn’s muffled moans a constant background noise to their conversation as they spoke. “That I do, but….” She turned towards the sun, vanishing towards the horizon. “The night is approaching, and I think it is time we slept. It’ll be cool tonight, and I know just what can help in that regard…”
  Shawn’s eyes opened as much as he could manage with the constant kneading sensation against his groin and around his body to see both of them appraising him. The setting sun put a little glint in their eyes.
  “Though…” Seria added. “I think perhaps our pet has earned his treat….” The coils around Shawn’s waist pressed in slightly. “I think he’s quite ready for it…”
  “I think I know the best way to reward his efforts, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
  “I think ssssoooo…” Seria chuckled. “Shall we?”
  “After you.”
  Shawn was shifted downwards through Seria’s coils. Their cool, scaled forms shifting across his body, spinning him around and around again, but without adding any coils, simply passing him from one length to the next. The dexterity of Seria’s length was astounding even to his pleasure addled mind.
  He was spun until the whole of his upper body was contained in two coils. Everything below his belly button exposed and dangling in the air. Shawn stiffened as they were touched again. The tip of Serena’s tail came around to twine about his legs. He was shifted with this new support from vertical to horizontal, her scales pouring up along his legs until he was bound till the top of his thighs. He was bound in one half yellow, one half swirling colors of scales as his cock stood throbbing between them. Serena snaked over her own coils, her large reptilian snout stopping just inches from his pulsing maleness. Seria took the opposite route, slithering up past Shawn’s cheek, dragging herself over his skin to reach the same destination. Humid breath washed over it from either side. The mass of Seria’s coil around his neck blocked him from seeing, but he could feel every word they spoke as they conversed.
“Such an excited little thing…” Seria commented, the twin tines of her tongue just barely brushing his skin. It was enough to make him want to buck his hips, but he had no avenue to do so.
“Indeed, so...let’s not beat around the busssssssh”
Serena’s tongue spooled out then, in a low hiss. Seria’s joined it, those light touches becoming heavy, firm, wet and hot. Thier thick tongues wound about his cock like stripes on a barber pole, four independent tips wiggling and caressing along his shaft as they climbed. Serena’s was the slightly paler of the two, compared to Seria’s deeply red, slick tongue. Occasionally they tangled and played as they worked their way up, setting Shawn’s body alight with sensation as he tried to squirm or wiggle. Thier scales held him firmly and his only recourse was to moan.
Shawn could feel every bump and facet of those tongues as their slick, warm coatings allowed them to glide over his skin without the faintest hint of friction. They squirmed and undulated as they rose to the top of that throbbing tower, four ends tracing and tickling along its contours, Shawn’s moans growing louder by the moment.
The snakes snared a look, smirking around those lengthy oral appendages. There was a
moment of stillness, a brief pause, and then they went in, wrapping over that head and sealing his manhood completely in a hot wet cocoon of tongue.
  After a day’s worth of teasing, Shawn’s restraint was at an all time low. As their tongues gave a hefty squeeze, the spongy surfaces winding and pressing around his most sensitive skin, his body went stiff. Every muscle that could move stretched outwards as he cried out into the fading light. From between their tongues came a spurting torrent of stickiness, either appendage squeezing and lapping around his pole to clean every drop as they kept that orgasm going for as long as Shawn could stand it. It was so intense he thought for a moment he might burn up from the sheer feel of the thing, but eventually it ebbed. It left him limp and attempting to gasp for breath in their grip as their tongues roamed slowly, almost affectionately over his member in his afterglow, earning little twitches and fidgets from the attention.
  Shawn’s pleasure riddled perception was nothing but a bleary haze as they finally pulled away completely, either snake slithering up to get a look at his face. His eyes were glazed over slightly and a somewhat dopey grin on his lips.
  “Did you hypnotise him at some point?” Seria asked, tilting her head.
  Serena giggled. “No, I don’t believe so, might as well have though. Poor dear is quite out of it.” She slithered up to nuzzle against his hair. He made an unintelligible noise at the contact.
  “Mmmm….he’s even warmer now than before. I do love how loose a mammal’s body gets after they’ve reached orgasm, so mmm….” Another little noise escaped Shawn’s throat with an almost drunken air to it as a roll of pressure flexed across Seria’s hold on his upper body. “Malleable.”
  “Indeed,” Serena hissed softly. “I can feel his muscles growing looser by the second. I don't’ think he’s long for wakefulness. Perhaps we should retire as well?”
  “I think so, shall we place this new warmer in our bed?” Seria smirked.
  “Yes, I do think so.” Serena’s coils shifted downwards, turning Shawn upright once again. His head lolled to the side just lightly, unable to move it more than half an inch with the mass of Serena’s coils wrapped about his neck.
  The human was lowered downwards towards that sea of coils he had encountered upon his first encounter with his new mistresses. Serena’s coils around his legs slowly unwound, dragging themselves over his slightly reddened skin. Rings appeared where every loop had ended before another began, signifying the strength of her hold, marking him.
  Just before he hit the rolling tide of their coils, looped about the trees and slithering over one another in a continuous touch, a tease between serpents, Seria’s coils unwound as well with surprising deftness. He fell a short ways, the slight give of their relaxed coils cushioning his fall. Shawn lay sprawled among them. His relaxed limbs fell limply along the bed of scales. Seemingly in response to his naked weight, they began moving more purposefully, that idle, subtle shifting turning into something that moved him, pressed against his back. He was reminded of those massage chairs they had at the mall, how they rolled against a person’s body when activated, but this was alive and intimate.
  Coils lifted here and there, rising before falling with audible thumps across his legs. His arms sank under those loops of serpentine flesh. The haphazard weight was pinning him without even the slightest option for movement, if he were cognizant enough to try in anycase.
  Movement by movement, shift by shift, Shawn was pulled like quicksand into their hold. Now it felt comfortable, familiar. The embrace of a serpent winding around him, the kind of hug no other creature was capable of. More and more of his body vanished, his legs utterly consumed under pale yellow and brilliant purple, the mixture almost as hypnotic as the motion.
  Shawn’s waist was taken in next, coils upon coils sliding across his cock, stirring it to action even after such pleasure had already flowed across his body. He moaned only to hear a gentle ‘Shhhh’ from the trees. On automatic, he clamped down on the noise. Now was not the time for moaning, now was the time for sleep.
  Still, even in his relaxed, loose state, he squirmed. His arms vanished next as he went from horizontal to vertical once more. His shoulders were slowly pressed in on all sides by the almost liquid motion of enough scale to crush him utterly if it so chose.
  The human sank until a thick section of Seria’s coils caressed against the bottom of his chin, coils both her’s and Serena’s surrounding his neck in constant movement. His head tilted up, and for a moment he worried that Seria’s earlier promise, to entomb him utterly in her scales, might come true, but they paused them. He was a face gazing out from an ocean of constantly shifting muscle, a speck in comparison.
  There, all the weariness was pressed out of him, that embrace snug, but not so much as to prevent him from breathing, for now. Under their skilled, constant caresses he felt his eyes grow heavy.
  The breathing of his mistresses slowed, their bodies expanding and contracting around him. His body was so encased by thier’s that the rhythm of his breath began to match their’s, a subtle harmony that lulled him off to sleep.
  Within that mass of coils, Shawn drifted from consciousness, and slipped into a deep, surprisingly restful, sleep.
 
 
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  There was mumbling. It stirred Shawn from a dream. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening within the dream, but there were shifting patterns behind his eyes. Yellow and white and green and purple, all flowing in a river of diamonds.
  “He is a surprisingly sound sleeper.” Said a voice. It made him think of yellow.
  “Well, in his defence yesssterday was rather tiring.” He could hear the smirk in the second voice, this one a spectrum of colors, framed in pure white. “I think he is stirring now though.”
Shawn opened his eyes, the world a blur for several seconds before his eyes focused in. He found his vision filled with two smirking snakes, and yesterday flooded back as his eyes widened. He looked around in shock as he realized everything had been real and not some strange...admittedly arousing, fever dream.
At some point he’d been moved out of that sea of coils, and sat atop a branch, coiled from neck to toes in Serena’s tail. He was reminded of a scene from a movie briefly before the thought passed away in the presence of his mistresses, who looked at him expectantly.
“Not very polite, is he?” Seria commented.
“Well, we haven’t trained him yet.” Serena’s coils tightened until Shawn wheezed, his
cheeks flushing red. “What do we say when the day begins?”
  Her coils loosened and Shawn took as big a breath as he was able, his brain a bit sluggish to catch up to events after such a sound sleep. Eventually however, it stumbled upon the response he thought she was looking for. “G-good morning?”
  His body was compressed on all sides, his cheeks flushing red again as she squeezed even tighter, shaking her head with a tisk. She didn’t let up this time. “Nono, good morning what?” The colorful serpent prompted.
  Once again Shawn’s jumpstarting brain was a bit slow on the uptake. As he realized he wouldn’t be getting a breath this time until he answered correctly though, it quickly jumped on the right track. He managed a breathless reply. “G-good….morning….mistresses….”
  Both snakes gave a little coo of approval. “There we go…” Serena purred, her eyes fluttering a bit with pleasure as she was addressed properly. The pressure remained a constant on his body for only a moment longer before it finally ebbed. Shawn gasped for air, his chest inflating as much as her cool, firm hold would allow.
  “He’s learning,” Seria commented with a nod, her forked tongue flicking from between scaled lips. “It’ll be a real shame to eat him…” She snaked a bit closer, before Serena slithered into her path with an affronted look.
  “We will do no such thing!” She huffed.
  The large albino python pouted. “But it’s morning, and I’ve yet to have breakfast. He’s right there, and I need something squirming in my throat in the very near future.”
  Serena nodded. “And I can certainly…” Shawn felt a slow ripple pass along the colorful snake’s coils. “Emphasize….with that desire. But when you said we’d get a pet, I was under the impression it would be for quite a bit more than twenty four hours.”
  Seria rolled her eyes. “Fine….in that case what do you ssssssuggest, we do for breakfast?” As she said the word ‘suggest’, her tongue tickled the tip of Serena’s nose. Her coils tightened on impulse as a forced gasp from Shawn became background noise to their conversation. Once again, somehow, the cold blooded serpent appeared to be blushing.
  She shook this off, and looked back at Shawn, her coils loosening again as she seemed to come up with an idea. “Oooooh, I know…” She gave a hissing chuckle. “It is a lot of work to wait for someone to pass beneath our little section of this land, correct?”
  “I suppose.” Seria looked down between the leaves onto the walkway, which was empty at this time of day. “Your point being?”
  “Well….” Serena slithered back towards Shawn, curling her neck around the back of his head and nosing his cheek. “What if we had a little bait?...”
  There was a brief flash of realization in Seria’s eyes. “Ahh….I see what you’re getting at…” She cast a glance towards Shawn. “But do you think he’s enthralled enough by our touch to not simply run away?”
  Serena’s snout tickled Shawn’s ear, tongue tickling lightly along his earlobe. “I’m all around him currently and trusssst me.” Shawn moaned a bit as her tongue lathered around the rim. “He’s here to stay.”
  Seria smirked. “Alright then. There is one problem however.”
  Serena ceased her teasing or a moment to tilt her head. “And that is?”
  The albino python nodded to the coiled human. “Underneath those lovely scales of yours, he’s totally naked.” There were tatters of Shawn’s clothes still clinging to branches. “And I do not think his previous garments are workable.”
  Serena blinked. “Oh yeah...I forgot, nudity is an issue for humans.”
  “Silly proclivity really. Touch is so much more enticing without such coverings….”
  Serena nodded. “Indeed….though, I will admit to occasionally finding certain combinations of the habit to be rather endearing…” She averted her eyes from Seria’s slightly.
  This earned a raised eye ridge. “Oh? Why do I get the feeling this is leading somewhere.”
  “Weeeelllll….” The tip of Serena’s tail fiddled with something beyond Shawn’s field of vision. “Remember that rather dapper fellow from a few days ago?”
  That eye-ridge raised a little higher. “Dapper?”
  Shawn once again got the impression that Serena was blushing. “Well...yes, he looked rather smart...in anycase, you might have noticed I didn’t rip his clothing before devouring him.”
  “I thought you were just undressing him to tease.”
  “Well yes!...Mostly…” Serena’s tail came around with a folded suit curled in the tip. “But I also thought the outfit was cute, so I might have kept it.”
  There was a moment of silence between the pair as several non-verbal exchanges took place over the span of a few seconds. Most of which amounted to a kind of affectionate bemusement on the part of Seria, and embarrassed eye contact from Serena, before the albino python gave the serpentine equivalent of a shrug.
  “Oh well, your strange collecting habit comes in handy in this case.”
  Both their gazes turned back to Shawn, expressions turning to one shared of idle amusement.
  “Ready to help your mistresses a bit dear?” Serena asked, a snug wave of pressure cascading down Shawn’s body.
  The human’s face flushed more than usual at that almost loving increase in her hold. Scales pressed firmly around him on all sides, but not compressing his lungs as they had before. He had the very correct feeling that her question was a pleasantry, and he really had no option in the matter. He swallowed, the movement of his throat pressed against her scales, humbling for how close she was to him now.
  “Y-yes...of course, mistresses.” He nodded.
  “Good boy.” They said in unison.
 
 
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  The suit wasn’t in Shawn’s size. He’d learned that quickly, and very awkwardly. Serena had, reluctantly, loosened him from her coils. His body felt almost too light without either of them holding onto it. He had spent the last 12 hours at the very least with some kind of coil around his body. Now bereft of their embrace, his mere hundred some odd pounds seemed light enough to float off into the sky like a balloon with no tether.
He’d stood there, naked and uncoordinated in the trees. It felt a bit like when he got off a bike after a long ride, that feeling that his own movement wasn’t quite what it should be. Every step seemed as though there should be something more to it, the sensation of losing something. Without the constant caress of scale over skin, the world felt too still, and without the sound of their bodies moving, altogether too quiet.
It had only been a day and a half, and already he felt a bit like an addict. In anycase it
became very clear that neither serpent would be looking away while he got dressed. He had been naked since shortly after they’d met of course, but somehow getting dressed again made this all the more apparent and embarrassing in his mind. Thier idle commentary about the process hadn’t helped either.
  Still, he’d gotten dressed as quickly as he could manage with his uncoordinated hands. The undershirt was too small and so was the jacket. The skin of his wrists showed a little bit as the sleeves came up short, and so did his ankles as the pants did the same. The serpents had also neglected to think about shoes….which admittedly made sense Shawn supposed. Shoes would be a bit of an alien concept.
  So, instead of fitting into the park setting like he was supposed to, he looked a bit like a very surprised man who had just outgrown his clothes by two sizes. That or a very dapper homeless man who got last pick at the lost and found bin of a ritzy shelter.
  Still, he really didn’t have to be perfect. He just had to be good enough to lure a person close to the trunk of the tree he’d been instructed to, and save his mistresses the work of doing it themselves. He got the feeling they were mostly doing this just to see if their ‘toy’ had a new function, but so long as he got the feel their embrace again he found he really didn’t care.
  He could feel their eyes watching from the trees above. It was still rather early in the morning so the park was sparse, but he could see a man jogging down the path towards him. Probably some fellow getting his morning exercise before work.
  Shawn felt a brief lurch in his belly at the realization of what was about to happen. He was about to help make a human lunch, and not in the sense that he’d be making them a sandwich. They were going to be the dish. The lurch was brief though. That worried him ever so slightly. It probably should have been longer, but internally he had to admit he’d paid closer attention than he perhaps should have to the occasional nature special about constrictors and their prey… A part of him was very interested to see what the pair would do...to get a front row seat to the graceful predators doing what they did best….devouring their prey, alive and wiggling.
  The thoughts of this distracted him so much, that he didn’t notice the man staring at him until he was less than a few yards away. He suddenly became very aware of his clothes. They were tight, particularly the undershirt around his neck. After a night in the embrace of serpents though, the tight collar almost felt too lax.
  Shawn put on the friendliest smile he could think of, then immediately dialed back. Paired with the strangely small clothes and lack of shoes, the grin probably did more harm than good.
  “Howdy stranger!” he said, immediately regretting how stilted that sounded. “Do you think you could help me out for a moment?”
  To Shawn’s surprise, the man actually stopped. He got a better look at him. He was wearing expensive looking jogging equipment. Judging from his face he was a few years older than Shawn, but not by much. One of those little wristband things wrapped around his upper arm, measuring his pulse. He eyed Shawn in a way that made him feel a bit like a sideshow attraction before rolling his eyes.
  “They really need to fix up this park,” he muttered under his breath, reaching into a fanny pack around his waist. “Look buddy. I’ll give you a dollar, but you really gotta find a job. There’s enough problems in the world without you leeching off public property.”
  Shawn suddenly felt quite a bit better about what was about to happen.
  “O-oh yes, certainly sir. Thank you for your kindness sir.” Shawn nodded, reaching out as the man held out a particularly crisp looking one dollar bill. Before he closed his hand around it however, he made a misstep, stumbling back and putting a hand to his forehead. “Oh dear...I...I don’t feel so well…” Shawn fell dramatically backwards, his back thumping against the base of that tree.
  The man stepped forwards, eyeing him suspiciously. “Oh god, you’re not going through withdrawal or something are you? Should I call the paramedics or the police?”
  The moment he came off the path and onto the grass in front of that tree his fate was sealed.
  A band of yellow scales dropped from the trees and before the man could properly respond, he had already walked into it. Seria’s tail curled around his neck, thick enough to force the man’s head up slightly. He gave a surprised gasp before any further words were cut off, his hands reaching up uselessly to try and pull that thick loop off. With contemptuous ease it simply looped further down, cascading over his shoulders, getting a firm grip before he was lifted up and into the treeline, expensive jogging shoes kicking out at the air.
  Shawn stiffened as he felt a similar scaled touch. Serena’s tail had slithered down from the trees, curling easily under his thighs and back around into his lap. The human blushed as it pressed against his rear, tightening before he was pulled, far more carefully than their prey had been, back into the trees.
  His vision broke through the line of foliage as he was lifted. He was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of their coils spiraling throughout the trees, but now they were all moving more purposefully, rolling, flexing, twisting. They were excited, there was prey about.
  The man came back into view, Shawn getting a look of him as Seria’s coils slid smoothly over his elbows. They forced his arms down to his sides where they could no longer scrabble at the coil around his neck. The man’s wide eyes looked around fearfully. His face looked quite red from the lack of air as he squirmed, his legs kicking around as Seria casually bound his upper half.
  “Careful now, Seria, you’re going to suffocate the poor thing before we have any fun.” Serena reproached.
  “Oooh, but he’s a squirmy one. I’m sure he has enough fight in him to sssstand a little hug.”
  Even as breathless as the man was, Shawn heard a slight groan, a flex of motion oozing over Seria’s scales as she pressed further inwards, compressing the wriggling human.
  “But I suppose you have a point.” A gasp sounded through the trees as she loosened her grip, coils going far more lax than a moment ago. “We should save such things for more...intimate embraces.” She gave the man a lidded smile.
  The man looked around wildly, or at least as wildly as he could with Seria’s thick yellow coils braced against his chin. Shawn could see his mind working, trying to rationalize how this could be happening. A moment ago his world had been normal, now there were talking snakes, chatting idilly about his fate as though he were some curiosity. Shawn came to a stop on another branch a little out of the way. A length of Serena’s thick body was draped in a U near him as her tail let him go. It gave an inviting flex, and he got the feeling he was supposed to take a seat, so he did, settling comfortably into it as he looked on, apparently unseen by the man below. He had a private seat to the coming show.
  The confused human had caught his breath enough to speak now, his legs still kicking impudently in the air as Seria held him aloft.
  “W-what’s happening!? L-let me go!”
  Serena snaked forwards, and Shawn saw her tail slip across the man’s pale skin,, tickling along his calves. He kicked out at it, but it moved with liquid grace, tying his feet together with a simple twirl, sliding up along his legs unheeded by his twitches and squirms against her growing hold. His lower half vanished under her beautifully colored scales as his upper was held in the embrace of Seria’s
  “Now, now,” Serena purred. “Why would we do a thing like that, dear? You were very unkind just now. I’m afraid that has certain…” She closed the gap further between her massive body and the smaller man’s. Shawn could see her breath ruffling his hair. He was unable to look away as Seria’s coils held his head with ease. “Repercusssionsssss…..”
  The man gave a gasp as Serena’s tongue tickled against his nose, leaving twin trails of moisture as the thick oral appendage spooled out further on that slow sound. It lapped over the front of his face. Even with the coils binding him, his shudder was obvious as it reeled back, a trail of saliva connecting him to Serena for a moment.
  The struggling human went still as he connected the dots, his eyes widening. The snakes holding him were real, very real, and he was at their mercy. Shawn was reminded again of that nature special he had seen once, that moment of recognition in a preything’s eyes when they realize there’s no way out of the situation in which they find themselves.
  “W-wait! Wait a minute now. Y-you can’t do this!”
  Seria slithered up next to her companion and tilted her head. “And why’s that? It doesn’t appear as though you’re in any posssition to stop ussss….” A flex of movement arced across those coils again and the man grunted, but for the moment was still allowed speech.
  The man seemed to weigh his options, he didn’t have many, but he made an attempt. “I-I can find you more food! I-I have friends! Jogging buddies! I can get them into the park! Lots of them! A whole club!”
  The snakes shared a glance, before smirking back at their catch.
  “What’s your name?” Serena asked gently.
  “J-Jonathan…” He replied.
  “Well now, Jonathan…” Serena’s tail had reached his thighs now. Shawn saw his body go ramrod stiff with a gasp as it slipped into the leg hole of his shorts. The tight, clinging material bulged with the smooth muscle as it slipped inside as though it were oiled. The outline of it was clear as it rose, finding a steadily growing shape within the confines of that fabric. The human moaned. Shawn could see him straining, trying to move, to squirm under that touch, but by the sheer nature of the serpentine grip around his body, he was utterly unable. “I’m sorry, but we’ve already got someone for that, and frankly he’s cuter.”
  Seria slithered around to the moaning human’s ear, resting her head atop her own coil to whisper intimately to Jonathan as his face reddened with a forced pleasure. “And, yes, we are going to eat you. But you really can’t do anything about that. So my advice is, try to enjoy thisss...”
  Shawn heard a rip. Serena’s tail shifted, just a subtle bulge of muscle, but it was more than enough to render Jonathan’s pants into tattered threads.
  He could see those colorful scales clearly now, wound about Jonathan’s legs, and ending in a pillar of scale wrapped about his member, obscuring it completely. Shawn felt his own body responding. He had felt that touch. He knew full well that even with Jonathan’s unwillingness, he was responding under that embrace, the scales constantly flexing and shifting. Seria didn’t even have to squeeze anymore, any words the man might have spoken were utterly lost under a torrent of moans.
  “Ahh, much better…” Seria purred. “Just just lay back, and let ussss handle everything…”
  At the words ‘lay back’ Jonathan’s body was shifted backwards, now held horizontally in a cocoon of yellow and pristine white and colored scales.
  From this position, Shawn could see the only part of the man that could move in any way. Pressed against the underside of a massive coil of Serena’s body, Jonathan’s toes scrunched and wiggled, even that motion impeded by the scales swirling above them.
  The trapped, vaguely struggling form within those scales was turned again, to the side. Both snakes took a brief moment to glance towards the trees, their gaze meeting Shawn’s, heating his cheeks. They were putting on a show now. Letting him see just how easily they could do the same thing to him. He could see the length of Jonathan’s body now, and as the snakes turned back towards their meal, he saw why.
  Serena took her place at his feet, and Seria at his head. As Shawn watched, both of their jaws yawned wide. Through his pleasure, the man could see the deep, clenching throat of the python slowly moving forwards to envelope his head. That thick tongue cupped the back of his head, and he gave a final moan before all sound from the struggling human was muffled as Seria’s jaws came together. Her serpentine lips suckled along his shoulders, the coils around him falling away to allow her access.
  At his feet, Serena took a moment to tease with the twin ends of her tongue before moving forwards, her own jaws yawning as his ankles slid over that slick, spongy surface. The wet sounds of their mouths working reached Shawn even as he sat in his coil seat a ways away in the branches.
  Serena’s lips closed around Jonathan’s opposite end, sealing him within two hot, slick tunnels of flesh, slowly advancing as their coils fell away. Shawn could see slight bulges and wiggles within either serpent’s throat as Jonathan struggled. It was unknown whether these motions were actual attempts to escape, or simple responses to the continual flexing pressure of Serena’s tail, still toying with his member in constant smooth motions, the flexing of her muscles under those pristine scales a continual constant in Shawn’s sight.
  Seria pressed forwards, her jaws stretching over Jonathan’s shoulders, those wiggles and bulges flowing into the python’s throat. More coils fell away to be replaced by an internal embrace around his body.
  More and more of their coils drifted from the slowly wiggling man’s body. Shawn’s eyes focused in on a lump under his shirt, realizing what it was moments before another ripping sound split the air. Seria’s tongue pressed upwards, the muscular, wet thing ripping it like tissue paper in a simple curl, strands of saliva sticking and stringing along Jonathan’s bare chest before it snaked back into her mouth. The tatters fell away as her mouth flowed down over his pectoral muscles.
  Serena meanwhile reached Jonathan’s thighs, that thick forked tongue swirling and painting around his skin, tasting him as their low sounds of enjoyment at their treat echoed through the trees. The noise vibrated through even that coil on which Shawn sat. He could hardly imagine what it must have felt like from Jonathan’s perspective, in the middle of it all, bound and awash in the undulating, kneading embrace of those throats. He could see them now, on either end, every little bulge and wiggle lasting only a moment being pulled back into line by the slow flexing swallows of those throats.
  Another of Seria’s coils fell away as her lips pressed up over the expanse of his belly. There was very little of Jonathan left visible now. A final coil obscured the last of him, Serena’s tail, wound about his cock. It flexed powerfully, those patterned scales dancing around his most sensitive flesh, before it too fell away to reveal that throbbing tower. It was equidistant from either snake’s attentions, the wiggles and squirms in either throat growing in intensity as that warm breath washed over and under it.
  Shawn stared, his attention totally captured as he watched those tongues emerge again, practically as one. Thick, pink and trailing saliva in their wake, they made contact with the base of their preything’s quivering manhood, slowly and sensually sliding up and around it. They took their time, covering his flesh in kneading, spongy pink.
  The squirms inside either throat became far more pronounced. There was no quarter to be given now. The serpents’ throats warred with one another, every slow kneading flex pushing the human back and forth as their tongues danced around his member. They eventually buried it utterly in a cocoon of that slick evermoving touch, the sound of it audible to Shawn as he sat, mouth hanging open a little at the spectacle in front of him. His own arousal throbbed at the mere thought of what sensations the man must have been going through. The continual undulations of those throats at either side, pulling at him, caressing his skin over and over again as either fought to pull him fully into its embrace, to hold him totally. Those tongues tasted and painted around his manhood, stimulating it like no human could ever hope to.
  Under such a torrent of touches all around his body, Shawn knew that the man named Jonathan couldn’t last much longer. Even under those thick twisting tongues, the urgent throbbing could subtly be made out.
  A wet squeeze flexed around that captured cock, and the battle was lost. Though not a drop escaped from inside the grasp of those questing tongues, Shawn could see the vague shape of that struggling form go totally stiff with enough force to be shown more clearly against those scales, shuddering within that long tunnel on either side.
  Those tongues lapped and lathered at his member for a moment longer, before finally dragging themselves away. They drew every facet of their slick forms against his skin before they slurped wetly back into those lips, still moving and caressing around his waist.
  Now was the moment of decision. The squirms of the human, held aloft in the throats of twin serpents, had ebbed to an almost lazy wriggle between the two. At times he was tugged more into Serena’s throat than Seria’s, at others the yellow python seemed to have the upperhand. Those throats contracted and pulled, one way, then another, audible swallows washing over the leaves around them.
  Eventually however, the snakes shared a look, and Serena’s lips curled up into a smile. Her throat’s grip seemed to ebb a little and with a powerful contraction of her own internal muscles, Seria’s body gained the most leverage.
  The python opened her mouth a bit wider, allowing his member to flow into the wet cavern of her mouth before she closed it. Her lips pinned it to his belly, and it vanished from Shawn’s view.
  Johnathan’s legs slid wetly from Serena’s throat as every powerful kneading contraction of Seria’s pulled him deeper. The bulge within Seria’s throat grew larger, those slow struggles visible as more and more of Jonathan slid from Serena to Seria.
  With a final murmur at his taste, Jonathan’s feet slurped free from Serena’s lips. The colorful serpent smiled at her mate as she watched those gently kicking legs slowly vanish beyond the view of the outside world. A few gentle swallows slurped Jonathan down like a piece of pasta. The last view Shawn got of the man being his wiggling toes before those yellow scaled lips closed over them, that bulge sinking beyond the line of Seria’s jaw. The opposite snake nuzzled along it teasingly as it sank ever deeper.
  “Mmmm….Delicious…” The python murmured.
  Shawn was blushing enormously now, his breath a little heavier than he’d expected as he sat in that coil. He was so mesmerized by it that he didn’t come fully back to the world at large until it cinched around his rump, causing him to stiffen.
  “I have a feeling you’re not the only one who enjoyed it, Seria.” Serena smirked.
  Shawn gave a little yelp as that coil loop swung forwards, closer to his new mistresses. That tiny suit did little to hide his throbbing member. They both looked down at it with twin smirks.
  “It appears not…” Seria chuckled. Shawn’s eyes were immediately drawn to that still wriggling bulge along the python’s body, it’s definitions far more obvious up close. His eyes were drawn back to her’s by a slow lap of a forked tongue against his cheek, matting the hair along the side of his face. Seria’s smirk grew. “You really did pick a strange human.”
  “Indeed I did~” A warm breath pressed against Shawn’s opposite cheek as he found his face pinned between two smirking reptilian muzzles. His face flushed as their tongues flicked out again, tickling him lightly. “But,” she paused, and Shawn yelped as her coil-seat pitched forwards. He fell drunkenly out of it, bracing himself for an impact against the hard wood, before a thick band of Seria’s tail slithered forwards, catching him in a deft motion. The end of her tail curled around over his back, and around his arms, pinning them to his sides. Shawn found himself spinning in a lazy circle as the python used the motion to add more and more coils to her grasp on the far smaller human, her partner continuing to speak. “I must say since Seria has gotten her fill, another meal is rather...tempting…”
  Already Shawn was up to his shoulders in Seria’s scales, the thinner portion of her tail cinched around his waist. Coils thicker around than his thighs put together rose higher still to close around his cheeks, forcing his gaze forwards. Serena’s eyes filled his vision, those strange, almost eyelash-like markings along the sides giving her visage a feminine grace.
  “Tell me, pet,” She cooed gently. “Would you be terribly put out if I devoured you?”
  Shawn stiffened, or at least, as much as he could within the grip of those slowly flexing coils, but there was no tightening squeeze, no glowing eyes to force him towards an answer. The serpents waited as the wind blew through the trees.
  Shawn considered for a moment. He thought back to what had transpired just mere moments ago. If he had any ability with which to turn his head, he knew he would probably see the still wriggling lump of the man he’d met on the park track below, under those smooth, cool scales, just further up the powerful body that had wound itself around his own.
  He could just imagine the sensation. The slow, rolling waves of that slick, hot throat all around him, a thick forked tongue sliding and slithering around every inch of his body, delving into his most intimate places, completely within the massive predator.
  Even with the tight grip of Seria’s coils around his upper body, he shuddered, his toes curling slightly in the air. His chest inflated in a deep breath, until it met the solid, muscled wall of Seria’s hold.
  “N-no...I would not be…” He gulped. “Put out…” He said, mirroring her rather proper speech.
  Serena perked up with a little coo of approval. “Look at that, no hypnosis necessary.”
  Shawn grunted as Seria’s tail tightened, the muscles standing out along her coils as she gave him an almost affectionate squeeze. “Indeed not…” Seria chuckled. “Though, are you really?”
  “Oh no, not at all.” Serena put on a mock offended look. “I may be a bit peckish, but I’d say we at least have a few more days with such a lovely pet before we’ll just see how ‘Not-put-out’ he’ll be by the embrace of my throat…”
  Shawn blinked, surprised at just how quickly he had been ready to be Serena’s lunch. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that he wasn’t going to be. Apparently this war of emotions showed on his face, as Serena slithered closer still, the tip of her snout pressing against his far smaller nose for a brief moment. She pulled back just slightly. Her mouth filled his vision now, and as she spoke he got brief flashes into the deep chasm of her wet, pink maw.
  “Do not fret, dear...trust me, it will happen. And for your willingness, I will be gentle with you. You will enjoy every moment of your eventual vanishing within my body.” Her tongue tickled his nose, and Shawn felt Seria’s coils tense slightly.
  “Oh my. Do stop teasing so much, Serena, I don’t think these second skins you provided are going to last if he gets much more aroused.”
  Shawn’s face would have put a strawberry to shame at that comment, but the python was right, these overly tight slacks were doing him no favors.
  “Perhaps we should rectify this situation then?” Serena arced a playful eye ridge.
  “I concur…” A little ripple of sound passed through Seria’s coils as she gave a little purr.
  “Do be careful though. We can’t rip this too much, he won’t make very good bait naked. Such prudishness being the norm and all.”
  Seria rolled her eyes. “Fine...if you insisssst...I do enjoy a challenge…”
  Shawn was ferried further into the foliage, hefted as though he weighed little more than than one of the branches above his head. The yellow coils unspooled as he came to a particularly thick branch in the treeline. He felt that empty, almost weightless feeling as they left him. It was uncomfortable, he felt...exposed. Shawn fidgeted slightly where he stood as the snakes smirked down at him, a situation that was becoming all too familiar.
  Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but a small jerk along his neckline cut him short. Seria’s tail hooked around the back of his suit jacket and drew it downwards in a dexterous motion that left him in a dress shirt a few sizes too small, and his slacks. His member was painfully obvious against the taxed fabric below his waist.
  Serena’s tail came around his back, curling along his thigh to gently sway and tease across the outline of his manhood. “Let’s get things back to normal, shall we?” Shawn looked down in surprise as Serena’s tail circled around the button at the top of his pants. She squeezed it in the exact way she needed it, popping it open with a graceful elegance and leaving the garment unharmed. Shawn’s breath caught as it smoothly oozed downwards to circle around the tip of his zipper, the gentle pressure against that needy bulge driving him mad as she took her time, slowly drawing it downwards.
  Meanwhile, Seria’s tails returned to his shoulder, snaking around the back of his neck. It began flowing over its opposite to press intimately against his chest, feeling over his body through the thin dress shirt that imprisoned him from truly feeling her touch.
  It slowly slipped over his shirt until it reached the line of buttons along the front. He felt it pause, and he could feel how much Seria wanted to simply slip beneath his collar and rend those buttons from his weak clothing with her girth, but she abstained.
  The python’s tail was just as deft as Serena’s, she went downwards, button by button. The weight at his shoulder grew heavier and heavier as segment after segment of her belly scales drifted over it.
  At his waist, Shawn’s zipper was taken down completely. The human shuddered as Serena’s tail pressed inside, flowing purposefully over his member. The touch was cool, familiar and wonderful as she used the force of her body entering the garment to push it downwards.
  The amount of time Shawn spent standing upright without some kind of scaled assistance since he had first been taken up above the trees could be counted in minutes. Now with the slow touch of Seria’s tail across his chest, and Serena’s touch trailing across his member growing more firm in its pressure by the moment, his legs gave out totally.
  Shawn fell backwards, but this seemed to be a part of the plan. Serena’s tail pulled in the opposite direction, and as his feet left the ground she pulled back and away, ridding him of his pants.
  Seria’s tail undid that final button, and curled around the left side of the garment’s opening, tugging it off as well. Shawn fell off that branch, airborne for a moment, that weightless feeling from the lack of thier touch coming true.
  Shawn’s stomach dropped, and he was worried for a moment that he might be in actual danger. Instead of landing on a hard wooden branch or falling through the foliage and onto the unforgiving pathway below, he hit something cool, smooth and intimately familiar.
  Piles of coils moved under his back as he attempted to sit upright, but already he was sinking. His legs vanishing under a tide of scales, both Serena and Seria’s, his knees already vanishing utterly under the thick tide of their bodies. His hands were pinned down into the quicksand like mass of serpentine flesh. Before he’d even moved much at all, he was already helpless. Bands of scale rubbed and caressed around and between his thighs as they sank as well. His member, now free of those tight slacks, throbbed powerfully as he was once more embraced by them, and as his body responded, theirs did as well.
  Shawn stiffened as the underside of his member pressed against that river of scale, his body pulled upright by the ever pulling motions of those grinding coils. A thick loop arced up shifting forwards before flopping down over the topside of it as well, sandwiching his member between two coils. The one constantly slipping along the underside was done up in cool white and brilliant purple, while the one that undulated and flexed along the top was in banded, patterned yellow.
  Soon even that view was lost as he sank up to his belly button into those coils, but that didn’t deter them. Those coils moved, flexed and shifted, drawing moan after moan from the human pet as they played with his body.
  After watching the man from the path, seeing those scales moving and shifting to devour the man, along with their endless, shifting movements, Shawn was on a hair trigger. He could hear the twin snakes talking somewhere above him, but their words escaped him as his breathing got faster and faster.
  Around his body, now up to his elbows in that ever-moving embrace, he was slowly kneaded and caressed from every angle, every movement and motion pulling him deeper. He wasn’t even fighting it now, his only motions were needy squirms.
  As the coils below him began to press against the underside of his chin, flow over his neck, and push against his cheeks, Shawn could hold back no more. His body went stiff as it could within the confines of those seemingly endless coils. The human cried out, the sound echoing against the leaves as Shawn became little more than a face poking out from those possessive loops of his mistresses bodies. His cock spurted powerfully, it’s output, larger than perhaps even yesterday’s, being lost, shining among the cool scales that had milked it from him. The human slumped in their hold, trying to catch his breath.
  “He really is quite something, isn’t he?” Seria commented idilly. “I’ve never seen a human enjoy us quite that much without some hypnotic help.”
  “Well,” Serena chuckled. “Maybe he just has good taste.”
  Seria smirked. “Indeed….makes me want to hold him a little more…” Shawn gave a little, gasp, though he was too delirious in his afterglow to do much more, his body little more than a gasping mouth and nose above the coils.
  “Well...I suppose he does enjoy it...we could just keep him in there for a while…” Shawn sank a bit more still, his nose barely peeking above the rolling ocean of their twisted sinuous bodies.
  “Indeed…” Seria chuckled. “We’ll make sure he’s breathing...every now and again…”
  “Yes...can’t hurt…” Shawn felt a forked tongue tickling his nose, whether it was Serena’s or Seria’s he didn’t know.
  “Goodbye for now, pet, we’ll take you back out again for more fun...eventually.” There was a shared giggle. Shawn could hardly hear it over the omnipresent sound of scale across scale, and scale across skin, his skin, a constant unceasing touch. “For now. Enjoy.”
  With that, the whole of the human vanished under their scales, to all the world it appeared as though there was nothing more than two snakes twined about the trees above a park path, slowly nestling together as the wiggling bulge within one of their bodies sank ever deeper. The setting sun framed their bodies as one settled her head atop the other’s and they drifted off for an afternoon nap.
 
  End