There was a slight mist in the night[a] just outside the park in the little hamlet that slept soundly. There had been a few disappearances as of late within the city’s borders, but no one really worried terribly much about that. The population was highly transient, and people moved in and out without much in the way of worry or notice. The people of the town hardly noticed anything really.
  Which is why no one noticed when, through the mist surrounding a factory a few streets away, there was a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp. It was the night before Halloween, so strange noises were not terribly uncommon. What was far less common however, was whatever was dripping out from under the factory door. In the dark it was hard to see what it was exactly, but there was quite a lot of it and it seemed to move like no liquid should have moved, purposefully. Sliding down the sidewalk, it appeared to pause as it reached the gate to the park. There was a moment of what was perhaps contemplation on its part, before it oozed forwards, sliding slickly over the pavement, and into the park proper, before being swallowed by the mist.
 
 
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  Shawn walked down the park pathway, looking around to make sure no one was watching. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, clothes from a recent….’Guest’ of his mistresses, that fit him far better than the ill-fitting suit he’d had to wear his first few times venturing down into the world.
  Both snakes had quickly realized that Shawn could not, in fact, just ‘swallow a squirrel for sustenance’. If they wanted to keep their new ‘pet’ healthy, he would have to be allowed to go down and across the street for proper, human food.
  He clutched a grocery bag on his arm as he came to the bottom of the largest tree in the park, giving it a short knock three times. The human stiffened as he felt a familiar touch slither down the smooth bark and wind itself snugly around his middle.
  Underneath his clothes, he knew there were several marks where coils had squeezed him for hours on end. Along his neck, arms, legs, the imprints of scale pressed intimately close. He found he missed it when he was gone, and they hardly had to worry about him running off. In a way, he supposed, it was a strange addiction. He needed and wanted to be near the massive predators, and in return, they humored him by not eating him outright.
  The tail in question that began to lift him easily from the path, was white with bands of yellow, green and purple along its length. It was Serena’s, the more gentle of the pair. He was hoisted into the branches, and met with her strangely feminine visage smiling slyly at him.
  “See? Seventh time we’ve sent him down, and seventh time he’s returned.” She practically purred to her partner, the yellow albino python sunning herself on a thick branch to the left of them.
  “I still say we let him do that too much. He should just buy one large meal and let it digest for weeks, as opposed to getting a little one every few days. Humans will never cease to confound me.”
  The paler snaked huffed. “You know full well he can’t unhinge his jaw like we can. Do not make him feel bad about his disability.”
  Shawn thought about chiming in on this, but opted not to. He found himself sat on a thick coil near Serena’s neck as she coiled around to the side, nuzzling against his chest as her head plopped heavily into his lap.
  The human’s hands went to work immediately, rubbing and flowing along her scales. He had been here long enough to know what she wanted, and even Seria had admitted the usefulness of his digits in that regard.
  The thick coil of her neck around his middle, easily enough to bury him from his waist to just under his shoulders, gave a rewarding squeeze as he began to gently rub at the powerful muscles under those scales. The motion forced some of the air from his lungs, but not enough to be truly uncomfortable. In fact in his time with the serpents, he had come to find this slight constriction more comfy than having full control of his inhalations. There was a certain...high to the lack of oxygen he supposed, a kind of warm fuzziness that came with being restricted in such a casual way.
  “What did you pick up from the ‘Store’?” Serena asked at a low murmur, snaking forwards across Shawn’s lap.
  The human had to take a moment as his breath hitched. The slow silky motion of her scales across his lap sent a little thrill up his spine that he had to suppress before talking properly. He reached over with one hand, his other still applying gentle pressure along the side of her lengthy spine, grabbing the bag from a branch. “Nothing much.” He pulled out a green-wrapped triangle. “Some granola bars because they keep well, a few bottles of water, and because it was on sale, some candy.”
  Seria stirred from her sunning position, snaking over to where Shawn massaged Serena’s neck. “Why is there so much candy around lately?”
  “Hmmm?” Shawn tilted his head.
  “I can sssssmell it.” Her tongue tickled Shawn’s nose, and he felt his cheeks flush slightly. “Everyone below is carrying some. Is it a kind of human ritual?”
  Shawn blinked. “Well yeah, today’s Halloween.”
  He felt Serena physically stiffen in his lap. “Halloween?...I have heard of this…” Even though her head had curled around his back, Shawn could tell she was frowning. “It’s most...unbecoming.”
  Seria tilted her head. “And why is it that you know about human traditions?”
Serena snaked around to Shawn’s front again, mostly ignoring the fact that this forced his arms up and out to his sides, leaving him comically bound in two thick turns of her neck as he fidgeted slightly. “Well, I take the time to talk to my prey. You pick up a thing or two. I thought this might happen now that it’s getting colder.”
Seria gave the serpentine equivalent of a shrug. “I still don’t get what it has to do with that nauseatingly sweet smell.”
Shawn gave a grunt as Serena’s coils cinched around his middle. “The humans collect it at dusk, they go from door to door, and the larger ones give the smaller ones it by the bucketfull.”
Seria tilted her head. “I do not see why this is making you tense?” Her tail came up and stroked softly along the side of Serena’s coils around Shawn. “If you keep this up our pet is going to pop.”
Serena paused, looking to Shawn who was turning slightly blue as she squeezed in further and further. “Oh my…” The human gasped as she loosened her hold, unwinding the first coil of her neck to hold him snuggly with a single, massive turn of her body. “Apologies. It’s just….” Her slitted eyes shrank slightly. “The costumes….so...garrish…”
Seria’s hissing laugh made the snake bristle. Shawn was quite glad Serena had unwound one of her coils, because the sudden squeeze he got then might have endangered a rib otherwise. “Don’t you laugh! They’re frightening…”
Seria shook her head. “Oh my dear, you never cease to be adorable.” The albino python snaked over to Shawn’s bag, nosing around inside. “There is really nothing to fear from humans. We are apex predators. There is nothing that can threaten us.”
Shawn suddenly remembered something else that was inside. He held up a hand in warning, but was too late.
“Boo.”
The resulting tenseness of Serena’s coils forced another wheeze from Shawn’s lungs as Serena shrieked, a monstrous goblin mask resting atop Seria’s snout. Shawn pressed against the smooth coil to attempt to dislodge it, but it was no good. He might as well have tried to push away an iron ring.
Suddenly however, the coil went slack. In fact, all of Serena’s coils went slack. Both Shawn and Seria blinked in shock as the colorful serpent fell backwards, the coil of her neck around Shawn’s belly falling off as her eyes rolled back and her head fell from the foliage of the trees.
“She fainted….” Shawn stared.
“Indeed.” Seria nodded. “I did not think it would be that effective.” She turned to Shawn. “Why do you have this anyway?”
“Well...I figured if I’m going to be doing this for a while, I might get recognized...so a mask makes sense.”
Seria nodded. “Sensible.”
Shawn looked down to where Serena hung, swinging back and forth. “Uh….should we do something about that?”
“Cool! Wicked Halloween decoration!” Said a voice from below.
Seria smirked. “Things have a way of sorting themselves out.”
Both of them peered down through the foliage to see two humans walking up towards the fainted snake. One was dressed up early for the festivities, he looked to be about 24 or so from his size, dressed as a particularly convincing werewolf. His friend was a fellow whose eyes were so red Shawn was quite certain he was a stoner, stood back a bit as the wolf poked at Serena.
“This is some high quality latex, it feels like actual scale.”
“Totally...this park got like….an upgrade man…” The stoner said, before a butterfly flew past his field of vision and he was immediately distracted, wandering off to the left with mumbles of ‘Woah…’ and ‘There’s so much beauty in the world’.
His friend however kept poking at Serena.
Seria, Shawn could feel, was getting slightly irked that a human was touching her partner without reprisal. She was the possessive sort, but before she could intervene, Serena stirred.
There was a slow hiss as she came too, blinking a few times. The werewolf was struck still as her head rose to make eye contact with him, her slitted pupils contracting to focus in on him.
For a moment there was silence. Then Serena screamed again.
Shawn blinked as the usually calm and almost demure snake lunged out with her mouth, taking the werewolf in up to his shoulder inside her maw. She curled her neck around him, using the momentum of her strike to wrap herself about his body, before he was reeled back into the tree.
The stoner for his part, picked this time to turn around, seeing his friend was gone. He mumbled something about him being a jerk, and wandered off to find him.
Meanwhile up in the tree, Shawn and Seria stared as Serena suckled on the werewolf’s upper body like a calming pacifier. She still looked a bit terrified as her throat worked around his body, drawing him deeper by the moment in slow clenching waves.
“Oh, she’s stress-eating,” Seria commented. “Usually she’s a lot more thorough than that.”
Shawn could tell she was trying to keep a straight face, but it cracked and the python let out another hissing laugh. She leaned back onto a branch, her long, powerful body flexing with mirth, sending a cascade of leaves down onto the park goers below as Shawn watched Serena’s body slowly draw the werewolf’s kicking legs into her maw. That forked tongue curled over his feet, as he became a wriggling bulge within her throat, struggling far more powerfully than usual due to the lack of easing in.
“I…” Shawn mumbled to himself, blushing as he watched that bulge sink. “Think it’s going to be a very interesting Halloween…”
  Below, just off the path, as the sun sank towards the edge of the sky, something had noticed the commotion, but it wasn’t human. A wide streak of pink paused at the base of that tree, before slowly slithering upwards, around and around the trunk, unnoticed by the transfixed human, the worried, colorful serpent, or the laughing python. It distributed itself among the branches, and watched them from afar.
 
 
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  Serena had taken up residence in the highest branches of the trees that could still support her weight, not wanting to be any closer to the various trick-or-treaters and other humans out in costume than she had to be. Occasionally, Shawn stole a glance at the still vaguely wiggling bulge now somewhere along the middle of her lengthy body. The lack of hypnotism meant far more struggles than usual, but Shawn admitted, internally, that he didn’t really mind that….there was something...exciting, he supposed, about watching the slight bulging ripples of his motions just beyond her scale. He caught his cheeks heating up when he looked on, imagining the warm embrace around the werewolf’s body, the steady flexing of her internal muscles, and the slow beat of the serpent’s heart lulling him through the journey.
  “That’ll be you eventually~” A forked tongue tickled his nose, and Shawn almost fell off the branch he was currently sitting on as Seria gave a low laugh. “The way you look, I’d think you’re excited for it.”
  Shawn felt his cheeks heating up even more. “W-well no it’s just...ya know...predator and prey...it’s kind of interesting…”
  “Of course..” Seria snaked closer still. “I’m sssssure it’s ssssimply that…” As she spoke, her tongue lathered itself thickly along the side of Shawn’s neck. The human shuddered, biting back a little sound at the warm, wet touch.
  Seria gave another chuckle and relented, settling her head on a branch just behind him. Shawn looked back at her, still blushing rather badly. He managed to steady himself with a deep breath, reaching into his bag and popping some candy in his mouth. “It is…” He said, more for himself than anything.
  “You needn’t feel strange. It’s not as though we don’t already know you’re a bit more...enthralled by our forms than most of your kind. Besides, from what I understand about this human holiday, it is a night for strange things in anycase.”
  Shawn gave a shrug. “Sure, but I’m not sure my life can get much stranger than it already is…”
  At that particular moment, something dripped down from the leaves above and landed squarely on Seria’s nose, to her slight surprise. Her slitted eyes crossed slightly to look at it. “Is it raining?”
  Shawn put his palm out, but felt nothing. “No...the night’s clear…” He turned to look at her, frowning. ”And...Rain isn’t pink.”
  “Pink?” Seria managed to get a good look at it as it dripped off the left side of her snout. “Well that’s rather o-”
  The leaves around them began to shake. They both looked to Serena, but she was still, looking around in just as much surprise as they were. There was no wind to explain why the sudden rain of leaves was happening.
  Seria’s attention was brought back to her nose, as that bit of pink...something sitting atop it drifted off and onto the branch next to Shawn.
  “Rain….does not move like that I am fairly certain.” The albino python commented.
  From above in the trees Serena slithered down to join them, looking a bit more unnerved than she had been all day. “What is it now? Is this another Halloween tradition I don’t know about?”
  Shawn shook his head. “I...don’t think so.”
  All three of them stiffened as yet more pink came from the trees, coiling around branches and out from under leaves to join the small puddle of it sitting atop that branch. It moved like no liquid Shawn had seen before, defying gravity by flowing up along the tree’s trunk to get to its destination, that glob of pink growing bigger and bigger by the moment as they all looked with something between curiosity and shock.
  The glob went from the size of a baseball, to the size of a human in the span of a few seconds, and just kept growing. It shifted and wobbled, at times seeming to pause and ‘Look’ at Serena or Seria, before more of that strange substance collected around it. It stopped being globular after a few moments, instead turning into a long tube that curled around the thick branch on which Shawn sat. He stood up in surprise, leaping up to another branch as its girth expanded to easily that of either serpent he had come to call mistress, growing longer and longer by the moment. The end of the massive pile of pink curled upwards, featureless. It snaked towards Serena until its tip very nearly touched her nose, the colorful snake too shocked at this sequence of events to move.
  It ‘Looked’ at her for a while, before it began to change, shifting and molding, the shape of a reptilian head shifting from the formless mass. Shawn blinked as the rest of it changed as well, the pink along the underside of the blob growing lighter in shade, gaining...segments?
  “What in the world?...” He murmured under his breath.
  The thing’s head formed a ridge above where eyes would go on a normal serpent, before that area creased and wrinkled for just a moment. At the same time it split along the front into a mouthlike shape, its ‘Lips’ changing shade as well, to something that reminded Shawn greatly of lipstick. Moments later, its eyes formed and opened.
  It was a giant, pink snake, formed totally of goo. As Shawn watched, her scales settled. Instead of the usual diamond pattern, they seemed to be interlocking hearts along the length of her body. Serena stared, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
  “Oh my… “The new serpent said. “Watching you was worth it. This is a nice shape indeed…” Shawn was struck by the odd impression that the pink snake was speaking with a French accent. “But where are my manners? Bonjour…” She purred, before turning from Serena to look at Shawn over her shoulder. “I suppose I am your ‘Neighbor’ now, and I am...how do you say? Here to borrow a ‘Cup of sugar’.” She smirked. “I need a little something to test this new form on, so if you excuse me…” She slithered towards Shawn, before Seria curled into her path.
  “Now wait a minute, you massive wad of bubblegum. I’m not sure what you are, but he’s ours to do with as we please, and you cannot simply come into our domain and steal him away. If you attempt, I’m afraid things will go badly for you…”
  The new snake tilted her head, watching as Serena gathered her wits enough to slither up next to her partner. “Indeed.” Serena nodded. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’d best find your own plaything”
  The pink snake tilted her head slightly further, and Shawn was reminded slightly of a confused puppy. “Oh? But you’ve trained your’s so well...besides...I’ll give him back. Promise, for now I’m just going to…”
  Shawn felt something cool and slippery hit his back, the resulting gasp alerted his mistresses to the sneak attack. They turned just in time to see the tip of her tail splatter over the front of his chest, quickly taking the form of a harness around his chest, snaking under his clothes to do so, causing the human to stiffen and squirm.
  “Toodles!”
  Shawn’s stomach dropped as he was yanked upwards, his back pressed against more of that same cool, giving substance. His squirming increased as he realized he’d been slung against one of her thicker coils. The goo along the snake’s back shifted to curl around his legs and arms, pinning him there. He could hear Serena and Seria slithering towards him, but the strange goo-snake was fast, and he found himself slithering down and out of the tree he’d called home for so long before he even had a chance to cry out. Further preventing this, a bit of goo curled up from her back and settled over his mouth and eyes, leaving his nose so he could breathe. He felt a sudden rush of motion, and the sounds of the park faded as he was ferried somewhere else entirely….
 
 
  Above in the tree, Serena looked at Seria, who was fuming. For her part, the colorful snake looked quite crestfallen to have her toy taken away. “It’ll take ages to train another one…” She pouted.
  “Well we’re not going to…” Seria growled. “I don’t know where bubblicious over there thinks she gets off poaching our plaything...but she’s going to find I do not give up easssily…” They watched the trail of pink slithering from the park, much to the surprise of several park goers. “Tonight, the humans are dumber than usual. Come Serena...we have some hunting to do…”
  Serena looked a touch horrified. “But...the costumes…”
  Seria rolled her eyes. “Just come on…”
  Serena looked apprehensive, but nodded reluctantly. “Fine...let’s get our toy back.”
  With that, the pair of them slithered down and out of that tree, in the full view of the humans below. The stoner they had encountered earlier in the day looked up from his phone, having tried to call his friend for the fiftieth time that day. He blinked as a colorful python large enough to swallow a Mastiff with little trouble slithered by.
  “Woah….” He murmured, watching as it, and an equally large albino boa slithered by. “The Halloween effects in this park are wicked…”
  Turning back to his phone, he tried to call his friend for a fifty-first time. He was very confused when he could have sworn he heard a familiar ring tone passing him by as a particularly girthy section of the more colorful python slithered by.
  “Weird…” He mumbled, shrugging and giving up. If his friend didn’t want to answer his calls, that was his business.
 
 
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  Shawn was blinded as he was shuttled forwards at the behest of this strange new snake. He could feel the movements of her serpentine back as she slithered towards whatever destination she had chosen. It felt a great deal like that of the snakes he was more familiar with, but it was more giving, softer, almost like a latex or a rubber, but almost...living, there was a distinct life to it. It pressed and undulated against the muscles of his back as he moved, and he could feel the changing density of it. The sensation was more relaxing than he cared to admit. He wasn’t even sure if the strange creature had muscles, but if it didn’t, it was very good at faking the feeling of banded cords of muscular flesh shifting just underneath soft snakeskin.
  He wasn’t sure how long the sensation lasted. It might have been a few minutes or an hour, but by the time it stopped he probably couldn’t have stood up straight if he tried. The muscles along the backs of his legs having been relaxed into near mush by the continuous motion of that strange body.
  “Here we are!” That voice sing-songed. It was deep, perhaps deeper than Seria’s for the addition of its odd accent. Shawn was blinded for a moment as the goo covering his eyes receded. Wherever he was wasn’t exactly bright, but after seeing nothing for a while, his eyes still had to adjust. When they did, he found a serpentine face smiling down at him, red lips close enough to kiss his own human ones. “Bonjour~” She said for the second time since they’d met.
  “Uhh….hi…” Shawn attempted.
  The bounds that tied him to the girth of her midsection loosened. Shawn found himself sliding down along her scales as it hiked upwards, bringing him to the scales along her neck. They curled around his middle in a snug loop, her head in front of his once more as she examined him.
  “Mmmm...my...you’re cute…”
  Shawn squirmed a bit in her grip, blushing as he felt that cool, giving sensation her strange scales provided. They were pressed against him more tightly now, restricting his breathing and movement slightly in a way that was usually familiar, but now a bit alien for the strangeness of the situation.
  “Um...thank you...though...I uh...have a question…” He looked down at where her coils ended. He found though that they didn’t pile up in loops like those of his mistresses, but instead ended in a large puddle that pooled about the floor of what looked to be a warehouse. “What...are you?”
  The liquid snake tilted her head. “If I am honest, I am not sure. I have however, taken to calling myself Caresssssse.” Shawn stiffened as a forked tongue slid from her mouth...and kept sliding. It curled downwards, slithering wetly across his chin, cupping it before it curled around the back of his ear to gently tickle the inner lines. It retraced its path, dragging itself over his skin before returning to her mouth. “Malleable body, interesting, no?”
  “Y-yes...um...interesting…” Shawn nodded, blushing hot enough to cook a respectable brunch. “Though...I have to ask a follow up question…”
  Another little tingle of sensation flowed down Shawn’s spine as she nosed his cheek. Her lips, which felt a great deal warmer than the rest of her, brushed lightly against his ears as she spoke. “Yessss?”
  “W-what do you plan to do with me?”
  Caresse pulled back, and Shawn found himself spinning as she thought, being ferried from one coil to the next. It was an idle gesture of consideration, driving home that he was just as helpless here as he had been back in the trees above the park.
  “Well now...I haven’t been….me, for terribly long...but I feel the urge to hold sssomeone near...to be close...closer than you can possibly understand…” He stopped spinning as she leveled her gaze at him. He noticed now that her eyes were the only parts of her that weren’t pink, they were pools of deep blue surrounded in pure white.
“I have never really taken on a form for longer than a few momentssss...but in my ventures around the city I stumbled across your little abode. I get...cravings, if you will….” A little shuddering flex ran down her coils as her voice grew just a hair shaky in a way that Shawn thought was altogether inappropriate. “Urges...if you will…To immerse other beings within myself, to hold them…” Her smirk returned as she seemed to calm down a bit, though Shawn felt her strange coils tighten around his body. “And what form better for such things than a snake?”
She turned a bit, looking at him in a way a human woman might look over her shoulder. “Do you like?” She gently waved back and forth, undulating in ways that would make a belly dancer hang up her skirt and take up accounting. The motions ferried down along her body to the coil that held Shawn, washing over everything from the top of his hips to just below his pectoral muscles with slow attention. He found himself too at a loss to reply.
“No matter…” She paused her dance to turn back towards him. “I figured you might be ssssshy, but I have a way of breaking down barriers…” Shawn‘s eyes widened as the coil around him spun again, adding a second one below it, pinning his legs together. The girth of the one above it grew to encompass everything up to just below his shoulders. That wasn’t the biggest surprise however, that came when he felt that coil start to melt around his body.
It’s definition faded, sliding over his skin in a way he’d never felt before. It was like being touched by the cool scales of his mistresses, but different, a little cooler and far more dexterous, impossibly so. Some of that melted coil slithered down along his belly. It slipped under that bottom-most coil, still firm to hold him still, as though it wasn’t even there.
Shawn was still wearing the simple t-shirt and jeans from that morning, but the liquid nature of her body simply flowed over such obstacles. The human stiffened as the slightly cool, adventurous goo slipped under his shirt and began to explore over his bare belly. The sensation of the fluid moving on its own was a strange one, but undeniably pleasant. He felt an odd tingle wherever it touched. The feeling of her touch was invasive, but inescapable, delving inwards to cover every inch it touched utterly and completely, with no gap between his body and her own.
Shawn’s breath caught in his throat as she began to flow under his belt loops as well. Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel strands of her separating from that slow downwards ooze into his most private areas, pressing against his zipper and the clasp along the front of his pants, taking her time.
“You know...the first time I did this, I didn’t have a ssshape….” Caresse slithered around to the side of his face. Her large, blue eyes sat in the corner of his vision, observing him amusedly. “I did not even talk really. Can you imagine?”
Any reply Shawn might have made was stopped in his throat as she casually began to ooze over his member as his pants were undone. Yet more of her body flowed up along his chest as well. She held him utterly still in twin coils, and yet still she could touch him any way she wanted, his clothes seemed to be no factor.
He felt individual drips of her form became more purposeful, twining around his needy, throbbing maleness in several directions at once, the bulk of it content to simply drizzle and drip its way solicitously over his skin. Shawn squirmed in her grip and found that, for now, he could. The motions were useless, but his movement was possible. His motions were simply absorbed by the cool, giving surface of her strange coils around his body. Every flex of his own muscle was like pressing against an odd, living rubber. He could exert pressure, but the moment any slack entered his efforts, he was simply pulled back into place in her coils.
All of this was apparently not terribly hard to do. Caresse simply rested her head on his shoulder, her deep, red lips near his cheek as she gave a pleased little coo, her deep, musical voice flowing over Shawn’s ear the way the rest of her did. Her slowly oozing goo covered the whole of his manhood now, wrapped in some places, simply letting the light, maddening sensation of her dripping form caress him in others.
Now, as one, in a way no living thing ever could have, the whole of that living liquid squeezed. It pressed inwards as it drizzled downwards to coat his balls in her touch, now actively wiggling and caressing among his sensitive flesh.
Shawn moaned, his back arching as much as it was able, strands of goo climbing up through the neck of his shirt now. They pressed intimately against his throat. The cool sensation was relaxing, but ultimately humbling as she idly roamed about his body, hardly using one tenth of her massive malleable form to keep him suspended there.
“I find this much more intimate...Those two from the park have the right idea...I’ve tried on many shapessss….” Her tongue tickled his cheek lightly. “Many forms...but I don’t think they fit. I suppose I am a predator, and if I am to call myself Caresse, then what better than a predator that values touch above all thingsss?” She chuckled as Shawn’s squirms grew in urgency. The whole of his cock was entombed in her goo, from the throbbing head to the curve of his balls. Every inch was touched, fondled, squeezed and stroked as she playfully tightened her coils around him, forcing his breath out, extending the sound of the moan that escaped his lips. “I mean the purpose of a snake is to wind about something, yes? To bring something within the hold of its body, before welcoming it inside?”
Shawn felt the second coil around his legs start to lose its shape, dripping down over his body. The weight of it pushed his jeans downwards as it went, that cool goo caressing over his skin as it delved around his bare thighs, and down along his knees. In the haze of his pleasure, Shawn could feel his position changing, the thick curl of her neck around his shoulder joining with the topmost coil, flowing down and around his neck, his shirt rolling and flexing with living liquid.
“Well I can do that like no other…” Her voice vibrated around him now, through that strange substance that made up her body. “Come...let me show you...let your body sink within mine, and vanish under the tide of my ssscales…”
Shawn let out another low noise, his cock throbbing powerfully under the goo coating it all over, Caresse’s body dripping down over his ankles now. Her neck situated itself behind him, and he felt it press against his back, those coils joining with it as his feet began to get pulled inwards. The lighter pink of the massive snake’s belly scales parted like a welcoming ocean of touches.
He felt his feet encompassed by her completely, no inch of skin exposed to the air as they slipped into her body. The coils around his form blended together, losing shape, combining to tug him inwards. Her head lifted to settle just above his own, her chin resting lightly on his hair. With an air of playfulness, that too began to drip over the sides of his face.
Shawn sank deeper and deeper within Caresse by the moment, his squirming growing worse as he felt climax approaching. Every possible touch she could administer to further his pleasure was applied all at once. No portion of his manhood spared, no patch of skin left without a cool, gentle touch, teasing and light in some places, firm and intimate in others.
“That’s it...There is nothing more pleasurable to me than to hold another within my body, to feel them squirm and know that I can give them ultimate pleasssure.” She chuckled. “Give yourself to my touch, let it cover you completely. There is no shame in this. Releassse.”
Shawn’s mind felt fuzzy, the pleasure was too much to think through. He felt himself drifting deeper, his thighs vanishing under her belly scales as they flowed up over his crotch, adding a bit more pressure to the touches surrounding it.
The human was covered in gently kneading, caressing pink. His coiled chest was still sinking in until all that was left, just below Caresse’s chin, was his face, sticking out. Shawn’s cheeks were so red he almost blended in.
The goo began to encroach on Shawn’s face, climbing up along his cheeks as he moaned, his breath coming out in hot pants. He felt the familiar pressure around his chest, with Caresse’s body around him on all sides he couldn’t get a full breath, but he couldn’t have cared less.
Within that world of pink his member was constantly kneaded in gentle continuous undulations, never an inch without contact. The dam of his pleasure was about to break, and Caresse could feel it, she could feel all of him.
As his toes clenched within that cool goo, his eyes closing and his body tensing, a sound suddenly broke the emptiness of the warehouse.
“Get your own toy!”
The attentions around his body paused as Caresse looked around to see who had spoken. Her blue eyes widened in surprise as she saw two thickly scaled tails flying in her direction.
“Eeep!”
The topmost, banded yellow in color, slipped right through the goo under the malleable snake’s chin, while the bottom, pale white with colored patterns on top, sliced through just under Shawn’s feet. Isolated from the rest of her, and caught off guard, the section holding the human fell to the warehouse floor with a wet splat, the thick goo cushioning his fall.
The rest of the goosnake recollected in mid air, frowning. “Well that was rude.”
“Like poaching preythings!? You pile of pink putty!” Serena snaked into view, glaring in a way that probably could have peeled the paint off of a house.
Seria snaked into view with a raised eye-ridge. “Alliteration?”
Serena’s glare ebbed a bit. “Well, I ate a superhero on the way over here. Losing our pet was stressful. I liked the way he talked.”
Shawn came around a bit, still squirming a bit from the unfulfilled pleasure stirring in his loins. As his eyes focused, he did indeed notice a secondary bulge along Serena’s length, still wiggling under those colorful scales.
Seria rolled her eyes. “In anycase, this is terrible form. I’m not quite sure what you are, but we have claim to that human and don’t plan to relinquish it anytime soon.”
Shawn stiffened as the goo around his body began moving again, cinching around his body. He yelped in surprise as it moved back towards its owner with him in tow.
“Well, I should think that you would not mind me borrowing him for a little while. It’s not as though I’m going to eat him.” She shot Serena a look.
“Well I wouldn’t expect you to.” Serena gave an offended scoff. “Since only real predators actually eat prey.”
Caresse turned her nose up. “I assure you I am quite real.” Shawn felt the goo around his body change and shift, coalescing into two coils that lifted from the ground and held him aloft. “Just ask your ‘Pet’ here…”
A moan interrupted their bickering as the pink snake’s kneading attentions resumed, the human’s face flushing as he squirmed about in her grip. He was so close he knew that at any moment he would reach climax.
Serena made an affronted noise, her eye-ridge crinkling with anger. “Oh you are going to get it.” She shot forwards in a quick graceful motion and curled her neck around Caresse’s, squeezing powerfully. Even through his haze Shawn could see the muscles flexing under her scales…
Moments before they sank right through. Serena gave a little gasp of dismay as Caresse, unhindered, curled her malleable neck around the colorful snake’s throat, coming up under her chin to give it a playful, slow lick. Shawn had never seen anyone make Serena squirm besides Seria, but now he was fairly certain she was.
“Now. Just how did you expect that to go, hun?” Caresse purred, nuzzling up along Serena’s jaw as she made a little noise. The flowing pink ooze began to close around her body, sliding slowly up along the smooth segments of her throat. “You’ll find I don’t react the way most things do to a good ssssqueeze.” She gave a soft coo, setting her head atop Serena’s own, dripping over it slightly. “Let’s see if you do.”
The motions all over Shawn’s body paused for a moment, leaving him a squirmy mess on the floor of the warehouse as Caresse’s attentions were taken up elsewhere. The goo around Serena’s body changed consistency, ceasing its dripping nature and becoming more firm, like thick latex. Though Caresse didn’t have muscles in the conventional sense, Shawn could see the strange material flex inwards.
Serena gasped. Though she had taken the ability away from many a creature in her lifetime, Shawn had the feeling that Serena herself had never been unable to breath under her own power before. A momentary look of shock passed over her face as she began to squirm more urgently, but Caresse simply shifted more of her body into holding the more solid snake. The goo around her throat stayed solid as more of that goopy body flowed around her, immediately firming up the moment it covered her multicolored scales in singular, powerful pink.
“Apparently so. Rather interesting, no? A sudden...change in dynamic?” Caresse chuckled. “Predator into preything?” Serena’s eyes clenched shut as she squirmed. Shawn was fairly certain the expression on her face was one of embarrassment more than fear, which was admittedly odd. He’d seen that same expression drawn out of her when Seria ran her forked tongue along the nape of her lengthy neck. Surely she wasn’t… “Of course, I don’t eat, as explained before...but I’ve never toyed with a serpent, it’ll be quite the challenge to hold you as I did your ‘Pet’, but I think I’m up for the challenge….” Suddenly the pink snake frowned. “Actually...come to think of it, your companion has been oddly quiet during this exchange. Where has she gone?”
Shawn blinked, coming round a bit more since Caresse was too busy with Serena to do much more than hold him. He’d been so entranced by the exchange between the two predators he hadn’t noticed Seria’s sudden absence. As he looked to where she had been, he saw nothing but empty space. He had a feeling that the massive, rather dominant python wouldn’t have run away, but if that wasn’t the case where was sh-
That train of thought came to a screeching halt as an alarm blared, causing all three of them to stiffen noticeably, moments before a torrent of water poured from the sprinklers along the ceiling.
“Ahhgg!” Caresse gave an almost pained sound, a ripple passing through the whole of her body. Shawn gasped as the goo holding him tightened its grip powerfully enough to make him worry for his ribs, before going totally slack. The pink mass around his body took on the consistency of molasses, slowly dripping off his body. His agency was returned, he could move freely, if a bit slowly for the clinging ooze.
Above him, Serena nearly toppled like a felled tree as Caresse’s support. She managed to catch herself with some effort, remaining upright as the massive liquid-shifting serpent drooped off of her, falling to the floor with an audible ‘Splat’ her shape becoming increasingly less defined.
Seria snaked out the dark of the warehouse, smirking triumphantly. “Fire alarm.” She nodded to herself. “Learned about them when a past lunch date tried to pull one.” She turned to Serena, who looked quite sheepish as the albino python raised an eye-ridge. “Constriction? Really?”
“It was the heat of the moment…” Serena admitted. “Besides, how did you know that would work?”
Seria gave a roll of her coils, the serpent equivalent of a shrug. “I didn’t, but when humans need to clean something, they usually use water. I figured it’d work no matter how big the stain.” She tossed a glare at Caresse, who was struggling to pull the whole of herself into an overturned box to get out of the deluge. She turned back to Serena and tilted her head. “You’ve got some of her on your snout.”
Serena’s eyes crossed a bit to look, a splotch of pink was weakly moving about over her scales. She gave a squeak and shook herself off powerfully, splattering lingering bits of pink about the warehouse, where they immediately rejoined with their owner, who had managed to slither most of her mass into that box.
“Oh goodness...how…” Serena attempted to look affronted, but Shawn knew that expression. Serena was the only serpent in the world who could appear to be blushing. “T-terrible.”
Seria frowned, snaking around her partner with a complicative murmur. “Serena?...”
“Y-yes dear?” Serena said, trying to stay composed.
“Did you….enjoy what just happened?” The python came back around to Serena’s front, her snout inches away as she observed her response.
“W-what!? No, well I’ve never heard such a thing. It was awful! A-atrocious! Who would ever want to be in the place of a preything? Being all...squeezed...and snug...and…”
Seria deadpanned. “Love, you’re a terrible liar.”
Serena‘s expression got worse. “W-well it was….interesting…” She turned to Shawn as he fully extracted himself from the ooze, hoping to change the subject. “What about our pet? Are you okay? Did she do...fiendish...fiend-like things to you?”
Shawn blushed profusely, even worse at hiding his feelings than Serena was. “Well...no…” He admitted sheepishly.
Seria looked between the two of them, before giving an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tell me you both...like her?”
“W-well I…” Shawn lapsed into silence, rubbing the back of one arm with the other.
“I...I wouldn’t say like...I mean she did attack me and...that’s...that’s a bad thing...yes…” Serena also quietly drifted into silence.
  Seria made an exasperated noise, grumbling a bit. Within the depths of the warehouse, her tail flicked the fire alarm back into the ‘Off’ position.
  “I guess I can’t flush her down the drain then…” She turned to the box where the snake had retreated with a grumble. “As much as I’d like to.” She turned to Serena. “But only because you like her.” The python smirked a bit at her partner. “You always were such a submissive little thing deep down.”
  Serena’s faux blush returned as Shawn noticed her coils visibly stiffen. “I-I am not...I am a predator, dominant and apex, I do not submit to anyo-”
  Her words clipped off with a squeak as Seria curled her neck about that colorful throat, giving a playful squeeze and making Serena squirm visibly as her snout came around to tickle her cheek. “Besides me, yes?...”
  Not trusting herself to speak, Serena gave a little nod. Placated, Seria released her, before snaking over to Shawn. He gasped as she kept going, curling her neck around his middle, pinning his arms to his sides in his surprise as she curled twice around his body tightening around him in twin coils that covered him from his waist to his shoulders. Her head arched in front of him in a classic strike pose as she glared.
  “And you. Don’t get any ideas about who wears the pants around here.” She tightened, the human wheezing as her powerful muscles put forth just how weak his were in comparison, those scales flexing smoothly. “I am your owner…”
  “We…” Serena chimed in sheepishly.
  “We...are your owners, no matter what any pink pile of goo says, and it will remain that way, even considering this new development. Got it?”
  “Got...it... “ Shawn wheezed, gasping as she let off on the constriction a little but not much. He could get about one eighth of a breath. “New...development?” He managed, trying in vain to catch his breath.
  “Yes…” She sat him down, releasing him as he gasped for breath before snaking over to the box where Caresse was reconstituting herself. “You. Goo snake.”
  “Caresse.” A voice literally bubbled up from the formless goo, it sounded a hair apprehensive.
  Seria grumbled. “Oh gods, really? That’s what you’re going with?” She shook her head. “Anyway, it seems either of the beings with which I cohabitate, have taken a slight liking to you. So, in the interest of not having you sneak into our territory and trying to steal our things again, I’m going to get to the head of things, and ask if you would like to join us?”
  From the goo, a defined feature rose, Caresse’s head. Her mouth and underbelly formed before her blue eyes opened, still a bit drippy from her encounter with the water. “Me?...Join your odd cabal?....Why?”
  Seria gave a roll of her coils. “Keep your enemies clossssse I suppose. You are admittedly formidable, so much so that I would far rather you be an ally than an enemy.”
  The two shared a wary glance for a moment, before Caresse nodded. “I can see the sense in thissss….” She nodded. “Though it will take me a moment to become stable after your-.” Her eyes drifted towards Shawn with a little smirk. “Interruption of our little liaison.”
  Shawn’s cheeks flared, and he averted his gaze sheepishly.
  “Give me 24 hours and I will rejoin with you. We shall strike a...how you say...truce, yes?”
  Seria sighed. “Must you really do that accent?”
  Caresse tilted her head. “What accent?”
  The python shook her head. “Nevermind. Yes. Alright? Tomorrow our truce will begin. But watch yourself. I know your weakness now, so don’t step out of line…”
  Caresse fluttered her eyes at the albino python. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
  Seria glared for a moment longer, before she nodded, twisting around to face Shawn. “Let us go then.”
  The human stiffened as Serena threaded her massive head through his legs from behind, the thick girth of her neck pressing between them as he was lifted forwards.
  “We will have to find you some new clothes now.” She frowned, before Shawn felt a particular section of her neck press slightly more upwards. “And perhaps take care of a few...other things.” Despite her earlier embarrassment, the colorful snake couldn’t keep a smirk from her lips at the suggestion.
  “Indeed…” Seria brightened a bit in her usual mischievous way. “Let us go…
  With that, with Shawn squirming the whole way do to the gentle undulations of Serena’s neck between his legs along the way, the set off back to the park, leaving Caresse in her box to pull herself back together.
  “What an odd trio…” She commented to herself, before sinking back into her own goo to set about expunging any water that might have made its way into her structure.
 
 
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  Shawn spent the night in coils. He was used to this, but that particular night either snake held onto his body far more tightly than usual. While as of late they had hardly ever felt the need to submerge him totally under their scales, as he lay, bound among their bodies, his nose hardly poked above the shifting rippling mass as they settled in to rest.
  Though Serena had wanted to ‘Take Care’ of his little issue, Seria had been firm that both of them were not to engage in any ‘Fun’ for the night, as punishment for allowing themselves to be captured or otherwise put under the power of Caresse. As a result, Shawn got very little sleep, every shift and flex of their scales pressing intimately against him. His clothes had been lost during the Caresse debacle. He had nothing to protect him from those smooth cool touches, enough to stimulate, but maddeningly just far enough away from offering true pleasure enough to reach climax.
  By the time the sun had risen, the human had only managed to snatch brief glimpses at true sleep between the torturously pleasant sensations around him. Even in their sleep, their touch was more graceful and smooth than any human’s could ever hope to be.
  The day began as most did in Shawn’s odd new life. He finally surfaced from their coils, blushing with a small gasp as the sinuous sliding of their bodies across his face came to an end. He was carefully extricated from his scaled ‘Time out’, and placed sitting on one of the largest branches in the connected line of trees, which also happened to be the spot where the most sunlight filtered through.
  At which point Seria flopped the considerable weight of her throat across his lap, and looked at him expectantly to begin his massaging attentions across her scales.
  His pent up night, mixed with the attentions of his ‘Bed’ for the evening made this far harder than it usually was. He squirmed and shifted under her weight, taking far longer to work his way down across her scales than he usually did.
  As she completed a first coil around his middle, she kept going, spooling more of herself smoothly across his skin with such fluidity it was almost as though she were oiled. Her predatory visage came into view from his left as she poised in front of him, that massive coil around his torso squeezing enough to make it hard to breathe.
  “You seem distracted…” She commented idly.
  “W-what? Me? No…” Shawn didn’t quite meet her gaze, blushing powerfully as he attempted a casual shrug. “I-I’m fine…”
  Serena snaked in on the right. “I wouldn’t say so. I was the one coiled around your hips for most of the night.”
  Shawn stiffened noticeably. “I uh…”
  Seria looked over at the colorful serpent, her tongue flicking out to tickle her snout. “And you are not one to talk either my dear. I wasn’t just coiled around Shawn while I was sleeping.”
  It was Serena’s turn to stiffen, various branches around the treeline creaked audibly as her coils cinched, and Shawn was internally quite glad that it was Seria coiled around him currently.
  “W-well I...that’ssss not,” Serena stammered, and Shawn noticed that she took on a bit more of a lisp when she was worried.
  “Oh hush, I’ve only felt you move like that when the pet’s asleep and you and I decide to entertain one another.”
  Shawn had never seen Serena look quite so mortified. She sank a bit with a sheepish sort of look. “W-well...I….It’s just…”
  Seria grumbled something and looked between Shawn and Serena the way a parent might look between two children getting excited for Christmas in July. “Goodness, what am I going to do with you two?...”
  “A good question~” Came a familiar, slightly accented voice from above.
  All three of them looked up to see Caresse, looking as solid as ever, poised above them in the trees, looking quite amused.
  Seria frowned. “Being sneaky already I see.”
  “Me? No, sneaking!” She slithered forwards and, much to Seria’s chagrin, pressed her neck against the albino python’s slithering up to nuzzle her right cheek in a friendly mannor. “We are to be cohabitors!” She looped once around Seria’s throat, flowing over to wrap herself around Serena as well, who, for her part, was at full faux blush. “Comrades! Bygones!” With a flex of her strange body, she brought the two together into one singular coil, fused together out of her goo, and settled her head atop both of them, giving a purr that sounded altogether too deep. “In a….manajatwa?” She giggled, wiggling her eye ridge suggestively.
  “Eeep!” Serena looked about ready to faint.
  Seria for her part, remained impassive in expression, though Shawn noticed the very end of her tail draped over a branch switching back and forth a lot more actively than usual. Whether this was in more annoyance or something else he couldn't tell. Seria was always far harder to read than Serena. She gave a flex of her own scales, and shrugged off the malleable newcomer’s advances.
  “We are hardly any of those things just yet.” She looked Caresse over. “You have only just arrived here, do not assume that you are in my good graces.”
  Caresse looked a bit put out, her dark pink bottom lip jutting out a bit. “Awww, but madame Seria, we should let bygones be bygones, yes?” She wound herself a bit more around Serena, who was still in her hold, making her squirm a bit. “I think that these two…” Shawn felt a cool drip on his shoulder and looked down to see some of Caresse’s goo flowing over his chest. It made a little heart shape in the center that beat for emphasis. “Have warmed up to me quite nicely already.”
  Seria looked nonplussed by the theatrics. “Well, there is one serpent who wears the scales in this tree, and I’ll have you know that that is me, and I don’t need to change my body one iota to make these two ssssquirm.”
  Caresse’s expression dropped to something a bit less openly friendly and a bit more mischievous. “Well then, I’ll just have to win you over then, won’t I?” Shawn could have sworn he saw a tiny bolt of electricity surge between the pair, but Caresse relented. Her body quite literally oozed away from Serena’s, leaving the colorful snake to shudder slightly. “In the meantime however, I shall, ‘Mind my P’s and Q’s’ as they say.”
  Seria gave a slightly weary nod. “Good.” She turned away from them to peer down through one of the larger holes in the foliage. “As it so happens, you are just in time to join us for breakfast. While Serena…” She cast a glance to her partner, who looked off to the left innocently. “Ate more than her fill last night, I have not partaken in some time.” Shawn blushed as the python’s gaze turned his way. “Though our ‘bait’ has been rather sullied. He can hardly lure humans here naked. But what clothes he did have seem to be saturated in pink.”
  Caresse blinked, then tilted her head. “You say that as though it is a bad thing.”
  Seria glared at her for a moment before continuing. “In anycase, we risked revealing ourselves far too much yesterday hunting the two of you down. I would rather do this as cleanly and simply as possible.” She looked at Shawn. “Thus I can hardly slither down myself, we will simply have to risk that naked option.”
  Shawn turned bright red. “W-wait a minute now…”
  “Yes...do hold on a moment.” Caresse chimed in, smirking a bit. “I see no reason to use bait when you have me here.”
  Seria arched an eye ridge. “Oh? You want to assist?”
  “I don’t see why not.” Caresse purred. “You want me to earn my keep I imagine, and I do not ‘Eat’ really, so anything I should happen to catch in my...own special way, is perfectly fair game for either of you. Could you really argue with such an arrangement?”
  “She makes a good point.” Serena nodded from the side, glancing at Shawn, who was getting steadily more self-conscious about his nakedness. “He might just draw more attention to us this way if anything.”
  Seria looked rather conflicted for a moment, before nodding. “Fine...we’ll try it your way this time. Just don’t do anything overly...theatrical.”
  “Me?” Caresse fluttered her eyes a bit. “Theatrical? I don’t know where you’d get such an idea…”
 
 
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  “Jeff? Hey Jeff!? You around here!?” The stoner from the previous day wandered around the park, his eyes vaguely red from partaking in his favorite pastime before coming over to the park. He hadn’t seen his friend since yesterday, Jeff had been known to wander off, but usually there was at least some kind of text or call.
  To his slightly addled mind, the best place to start looking for his lost friend was the park where he had last seen him. Even if he had seen quite a few strange happenings the last time he had been there.
  “Jeff!?” He called again, before letting his hands fall to his sides. “Dude, bummer. Where is that guy?” He looked around, scratching his head for a moment. He supposed yesterday had been halloween, so perhaps he’d simply wandered off to some party and gotten too drunk to stumble home yet. “Eh…” He gave a shrug to nobody in particular. “Whatever.”
  He turned to walk away when he heard a voice behind him.
  “Bonjour~”
  The stoner turned around to find himself face to face with a rather tall looking woman. She was beautiful, that was the first thing he thought. Her face was feminine, yet mysterious, her hair hanging down past her shoulders framing her brilliant blue eyes, leading down along the slope of her neck, featured by the deep V of the dress she appeared to be wearing despite the cold.
  She was so pretty that he almost didn’t notice the fact that, besides those blue eyes, she was totally pink. Her skin was a lighter shade than her dress and hair, but she was totally and utterly pink all over. He also couldn’t quite see her legs under the length of that dress, an odd choice to wear to a park.
  “Uhh….Bon...jur?” He attempted, his cheeks coloring a bit. “I’m….like...not really sure if you’re here or not…” He looked a bit puzzled. He wore the expression well, as if he were quite used to having it.
  The woman giggled. “Well of course I am here, Monsieur. I can assure you of that.” She stepped sinuously forwards, so much so that she seemed to glide through the gap between them to place a palm against the front of his chest. “What would make you think otherwise?”
The stoner’s blush got a bit worse as she touched him. He hadn’t been touched by the opposite sex in...pretty much ever. “W-well you’re...you know…”
“Alluring? Exquisite? Beautiful?”
“I...was gonna say pink…”
There was a brief pause as the woman blinked, before pouting and leaning against him.
He felt the soft give of her breasts against his chest as she leaned in close. She was so tall that they almost came up to his neck, those blue eyes looking deeply into his. “Well...yes, but is that really going to be a problem for you, dear?” He felt a soft hand trail around his back, hugging him closer to her body. “If so, I could always depart..”
  The stoner gulped audibly. “N-no...n-no problem. I love pink...f-favorite color really.” He got a bit of a dopey smile on his face from her attention.
  “I thought you’d say that~” She chuckled warmly, the hand around his back coming up on his opposite side to idly play with his rather unkempt hair. “What is your name, dear?”
  “Pink…” He blinked, before his brain caught up. “I mean Pete.”
  “Well now, Pete…” She pressed a bit closer still, her full, dark pink lips coming quite close to his own as she spoke, the soft pressure of her body against his increasing. “How would you like to get a bit...closer to me, hmm?”
  The stoner, Pete, looked as though someone had stuck his finger in a light socket, his hair was practically on end. “C-closer to you? I think I’d like that...I think I’d like that a lot…”
  “Good…” Her smirk grew, but behind its allure, there was a certain unreadable secondary expression suddenly. “Then you won’t mind when I do...thissss….”
  “Huh...you’ve got a bit of a lisp…” He chuckled. “That’s cute…” He trailed off. That pressure was getting a bit more noticeable now...was she heavier than he thought? The weight of her body against him seemed to be...spreading.
  Pete looked down to see the woman’s body literally beginning to melt over him. Her darker dress and lighter skin tones were now running together to create a more uniform shade of pink as it flowed over his arms, the sensation cool and slick. He tried to move them, but found it near impossible to maneuver more than an inch in any direction before they snapped right back to his sides.
  “W-woah! O-okay freaky chick, this is….kinda hot and all, but I’m not really into bondage!”
  “Oh?...” The strange woman’s odd, liquid touch drifted down over his pants, pressing against his clothed member with surprisingly intimate force, undulating to fondle him through the fabric. Bits of that strange ooze began to flow through his shirt sleeves and caress against his bare chest. “Well now, no worries there…” More of her began to pour over his form, her body was shifting now, changing. Her more human features growing a bit more round as her mouth pushed forwards to settle on the end of a boxy reptilian snout. Any semblance of arms faded away into two distinct, dripping coils around his middle, tightening enough to draw a grunt from the human. He noticed now that where her legs used to be was a trail of pink winding around the trunk of a massive tree. “Because I’m about to change that. You’re about to find you’re very fond of it…” The massive pink snake cooed, before her lips pressed against his face, taking in everything from his nose to his chin under a strange kiss.
  The touch was soft, full, and, as much as he hated to admit it under the strange circumstances, extremely arousing. This wasn’t helped by the fact that her continuous undulations around his clothed package hadn’t ceased for even a moment. He felt a forked tongue probe at his own lips playfully, but for now it didn’t enter, it simply teased. He was powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wished, and as that kiss continued, he found it harder to want to. A warm, tingly sort of feeling settled over his body as those lips pillowed softly against his features before she finally pulled away with an audible little ‘Pop’. A visible mark was left behind, a massive pink stain in the shape of her lips where she had kissed him.
  “Woah….” He mumbled idly.
  “I thought you’d say that~” She looked up into the trees. “Now, come with me, Pete. You are about to have a very interesting afternoon…”
  Without another word, Pete found himself pulled up into the trees by the strange, beautiful liquid serpent, until he vanished into the foliage.
 
 
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  Seria started as Caresse brought ‘Breakfast’ up into the treeline, the pink snake looking quite triumphant in her catch.
  “What happened to not being theatrical?” she deadpanned.
  Caresse frowned. “That was theatrical? I thought I toned it down quite a lot really. There wasn’t even a musical number. I had planned a musical number you know. I can form most any instrument.”
  Seria continued to stare. “Nevermind….” She looked at the human, who seemed rather out of it. Well more so than usual. “Did you hypnotize him?”
  Serena slithered around and examined him. He appeared rather nonplussed at being examined by three snakes long enough to prey on minivans. “He doesn’t appear hypnotized. There is no noticeable change in his eyes.”
  Caresse chuckled. “No need, my form is far from simply beautiful you see~” Her coils gave a little flex, drawing a moan from the addled human within their hold. “If part of me is introduced to a partner in the correct manner it can be, how you say….addictive?” Her voice deepened a hair at that final word, eyes lidding at her newest charge. “They crave me, as anyone should.”
  Serena blinked. “Well...never seen that before...did you say ‘partner’?”
  “Why of course~” Caresse looked around the trees until she spotted Shawn, watching with a rather enormous blush from one of the great many branches. “As your pet well knows, I do not take lunch, I take lovers~ Guests who wish, nay, long to be held by my eternal caresssss….” Her tongue flicked out at that last word, tickling the captured human’s nose.
  Seria remained impassive, nodding. “I see. A bit flowery of a description...but useful.” She slithered up to their newest catch, her pink eyes looking deeply into his. “Tell me, can you loosen the hold of your…’Addiction’ on him?”
  Caresse looked confused. “Why? Whatever for?”
  It was Seria’s turn to get a bit of a grin. “Because, newbie, I like it when they squirm~”
  For the first time since Shawn had encountered the gooey serpent, she looked a bit bashful. “Oh my...well, if you insist…” She turned to the bound stoner who was leaning his cheek blearily against the end of her tail, nestled snugly under his jaw. The kiss mark around his mouth and nose was still quite visible. He gave a low murmur as those malleable coils cinched inwards. “Let’s make you a bit more...cognisant.” She pressed forwards, those soft lips mooshing gently against the addled human’s face with a light suckling noise. Around the edges of her lips, Shawn could see the kiss mark change and shift, physically flowing back into her lips as she pulled away with a light smack.
The stoner’s face was clear of marks, he blinked a few times, his eyes seeming to focus for the first time since he’d entered the tree. He shifted his shoulders, or at least as much as he could within Caresse’s grip. He looked very confused for a moment, before the expression switched to one of shock, looking at the massive pink snake in front of him, before turning to Serena, then Seria, and finally Shawn. Upon seeing a human, he tilted his head. “Woah...dude, am I having a bad trip?”
Serena slithered forwards, blocking his view of Shawn with her massive body. She looped once around his shoulders, setting a heavy loop around his neck. “I’m afraid not. You are, however, about to have a very good trip. For me at least…” She gave a pleased little rumble along her throat, pressing those gently vibrating scales against the human’s neck.
“W-woah wait a minute there snake lady, I-I’m not sure I’m down with this.” He began to struggle a bit more noticeably. “I-I mean I got like…..stuff to do, and I was looking for my friend...maybe we can like...reschedule?”
Seria smirked, slithering closer to the stoner’s face, her thick forked tongue tickling against his nose. “Nonssssense...besides, I have a feeling I know just where your friend isss...let me show you where he went…” She turned to Caresse. “May I?”
Caresse nodded. “Oui~”
The liquid-shifting snake’s coils oozed and ran together, dripping off and away from the Stoner. Seria’s coil cinched around his neck, forcing his chin up, his face barely poking above that massive coil. Caresse’s goo collected back into her usual serpentine shape, watching with interest as Seria’s coils began to spin, each turn adding another massive loop of her body.
“W-wait hold o….on...I….” The stoner wheezed, his face turning a bit red as Shawn watched Seria’s coils tighten around him. The powerful bands of muscle under those yellow scales stood out a bit more as she pressed a simple iota of her strength into forcing the air from his lungs.
“What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you. You’ll have to…” She leaned a bit closer still, warm, humid breath washing over his face. “Ssssspeak up.” That tongue touched him again, but this time it lathered slowly across his features, lingering, taking its time. Shawn could see the stoner trying to crane away from it, but the sheer amount of serpentine flesh around the whole of his head denied any true movement. It left a sticky trail of saliva across his face, disconnecting with a strand hanging between the two of them, connecting the snake to her prey for a moment. “Though I suppose it will hardly matter sssshortly.”
Shawn blushed slightly more from his perch on a nearby branch. He still hadn’t been able to...ease, his personal needs since the previous night. The sight of Seria lording over the far smaller human was enough to make him squirm slightly where he sat. His gaze was fixed as her body tightened slightly more around his, the human’s struggles reduced to nearly nothing.
“Though I would look on the bright ssssside…” Seria cooed, her tongue continually tasting him every few words. “I have not eaten in sssome time.” She smirked. “So the sensation of you wriggling your way down my throat will feel even more pleasant than usual.” Those yellow patterned coils spun, shifting the captured stoner from vertical to horizontal, his chin facing skywards as he looked into the serpent’s eyes upside down. “Do try to enjoy it as much as I will...though I doubt that will be possible.”
Seria’s maw yawned wide. What little agency the stoner did have to struggle was exercised then as he looked deep into the cavern of her gullet, past the glistening contours of her mouth and into the steadily clenching passage of her throat.
With a soft ‘Mmmm’ Seria’s lips closed around what little of the human could be seen, her coils rolling and flexing in pleasure from his taste.
“Ooooh, she’s quite good~” Caresse commented from the sidelines.
Serena gave a nod, looking a bit proud. “Of course, though I prefer more hypnotic methods, I must admit she has swayed me to the more...squirmy style of things.’
Caresse nodded, and looked as though she were about to say something else, but as she did her left eye ridge quirked and she looked towards Shawn. Her expression shifted into a slightly more mischievous one. “And it appears we aren’t the only ones admiring the show…”
Shawn felt his face grow hotter, suddenly the subject of Caresse’s attention. Ever since his clothes had been saturated, he’d been naked. He tried to clench his legs together, but there was no use. His arousal was quite obvious to the world at large. His cheeks only burned hotter when Serena snaked in on the opposite side, either snake looking rather directly at his lap with appraising little murmurs.
“Does he always get like this during ‘Lunch’?” Caresse commented idly, chuckling a bit.
Serena nodded. “Oh yes, Shawn is rather odd in terms of Humans. Usually after eating someone we have to….reward him, or the poor dear never gets to sleep. In fact, he was up all last night as punishment for being captured.”
Caresse pouted. “Oooh, well that’s not very fun, now is it?” She pressed in close, her soft ‘painted’ lips filling the majority of Shawn’s vision. “Perhapssss…” Her tongue tickled his nose. “After this little show we can ‘Assist’ him with that, yes?”
Shawn felt Serena’s tongue tickling his right ear. He went rigid, his arousal throbbing powerfully with need.
“Well, I suppose he’s been punished long enough, I don’t ssssee why not…” The tip of her massive snout nuzzled against his cheek. “Though until then, he’ll just have to try to calm down and enjoy the show.” Her lips tickled his ear. “If you should happen to...release, before Seria is satisfied, it’ll be a week before our next play session~” She giggled deviously.
Shawn gave a little whimper, the shifting serpents slithering around his body weren’t helping matters. After being so thoroughly teased last night, and attempting to sleep in constantly caressing coils, he was on a hair trigger. He felt as though he might explode at the slightest provocation.
Thankfully, however, the pair relented, pulling back to watch Seria enjoy her treat
While they’d been teasing, she had worked his shoulders past her jaws, the wiggling shape of his head becoming more visible in her throat. Her coils had fallen down to hold around his waist, ferrying him deeper and deeper into her maw. His clothes had been loose and ill fitting. The pressure of her coils spinning about his form, falling away one by one to be replaced by the warm, wet, clenching embrace of her body had worked his pants most of the way down.
As the hefty weight of her belly scales gyrated down across his legs, his pulsating member was revealed, standing tall as Seria’s mouth advanced further. Her lips curled into a smile around his body. Her tongue lathered forth, curling up from between his legs. The slick, pink organ slithered between his thighs. Its natural lubrication let it slide easily against his skin, despite how tightly they were clenched from her coil’s grip. The lengthy thing tickled against his balls gently, sending the human mostly consumed inside her throat squirming and thrashing.
Shawn could almost swear he heard a muffled moan from within her, but he knew that was impossible from this far away. His own cock throbbed with need. He was almost jealous as he watched that wet pink thing begin to entomb her meal’s most sensitive flesh. Curl after curl of her tongue wound about it, undulating and tasting as he gave another low murmur of enjoyment, her throat vibrating around her newest preything. The forked tip tickled and played along the head, already dripping slightly as the unwanted pleasure flowed through the captured human’s body. He slipped deeper and deeper, following the same path his friend had taken the previous day.
The python’s tongue squeezed around his cock, rolling and flexing around its surface, tasting his skin intimately. No human could hold out against such stimulation. Before it vanished into the hot cavern of her mouth, the stoner’s member gave a powerful throb, his body arching as much as it could within what was to be his new home.
Rope after rope of his seed spurted forth, the orgasm powerful for all the stimulation. Seria opened her mouth a bit wider, and with a slight push of her coils, the still spurting member vanished into her body as well, pressed against his chest by the soft touch of her lips. She suckled him warmly, pushing him deeper. More of him was in than out now, and she hardly had to do any conscious work.
The motions of her body kneading him ever inwards took hold now, and with every swallow those internal muscles dragged him deeper. His thighs slid beyond the outside world, his struggling body becoming clearer by the moment. Her scales stretched and gave slightly with every movement within her lengthy throat, before a flex of its musculature tugged him back into line, his shape becoming more formless as he sank into the trunk of her scales.
Seria’s tongue curled around his calf, tasting him further before she gave another powerful swallow, her tongue curling over his feet. With a final murmur of pleasure, her lips closed over the last of him. Her eyes closed for a moment as she savored his flavor before he left her mouth entirely to become little more than another feature of her body, a wriggling bulge sinking ever deeper under her lovely scales.
Shawn was blushing enormously, squirming and attempting to think unarousing thoughts. It wasn’t going well. He could still see the stoner within Seria’s intimate grasp .He could imagine how that felt, the wet, hot tunnel of muscle, flexing and kneading him all over, a massage against every inch of his skin, continuous and unceasing. He was her’s now, in a way only a prething could be a predator’s. It was very nearly too much. The human sat there, biting his lip. He’d tried crossing his legs, but his arousal was simply too excited for such a thing. It felt as though a stiff breeze would have been enough to make it go off, but he soldiered on.
Seria gave a sigh of enjoyment, smiling contently. “Ahhh, much better.” She turned to Caresse. “Not bad, goo snake.”
Caresse looked momentarily affronted by the nickname, but was placated by the compliment, smirking a bit. “I do aim to please~” She snaked forwards, curling her thick neck around Shawn’s back. The human was so pent up that the simple gesture drew a moan from his lips as her cool scales pressed against him. “And speaking of such. Your partner was saying that perhaps a bit of...pleasing, is in order.” She settled her head atop Shawn’s hair. “I do so like to play with a needy little human~”
“Hmmmm….” Seria snaked forward. Shawn gasped as, instead of coming up to look at his face, she leveled herself with his member, her tongue flicking along the underside. “Well, if this is any indication, I would sssay it is half past time…” The python gave a nod. “Let us give him a reward for his patience…”
All three serpents smiled deviously, before Caresse perked up a bit. “Oh! Idea~, would you ladies mind if I try something first?”
Seria gave a roll of her coils. “I have no issue with this. I am now fed, so I have few complaints about anything.”
Serena shook her head. “Newbies first I suppose.”
Caresse smirked, turning back to Shawn. The coil along his back was losing its density, he found himself sinking back against it as though it were made of a far softer material, like a giving sort of rubber that oozed along his bare skin. Caresse’s vissage filled his vision as she smiled at him. “It will hardly be any fun if the climax happens during the first act…” Before Shawn could reply, he found her soft lips pressed against his face, taking everything below his eyes into a soft, plush hold. She murmured lightly, a soft suction keeping him from pulling away, along with that malleable coil along his back, pushing him forwards, almost like a lover’s hands curled around him in the strange kiss.
She pulled away with a little ‘Pop’, smiling at him. He could feel the resulting mark she’d left, even slightly see it as his eyes crossed a bit to see the slight pink on his nose. It felt tingly against his skin, slightly odd, but in a good kind of way. The sensation spread along his cheeks, down his neck, and slowly spread throughout the whole of his body.
Shawn shuddered, his breath getting a bit shaky as the feeling settled into his body. Caresse’s smirk never wavered, her lips still inches from his.
“Just a little something to make you last longer, stretch out the fun a bit~”
Serena blinked from the sidelines. “You can do that?”
The malleable serpent’s body casually oozed up Shawn’s back, curling over either shoulder as she turned to shoot Serena a saucy little look. “I can do many things.” She winked. “Perhaps I can show you a few later.”
“Eeep!”
Seria looked between the two, before smirking. “Now now, I believe Shawn is the plaything for the evening.” She looked him over. “Though I must admit, that is quite a useful ability. This will be far more fun now…”
“Oui~” More of that pink ooze curled further over Shawn’s shoulders, cascading downwards to tease over the features and facets of his chest, drawing another little moan from the human. This one sounded a bit surprised however. Shawn’s chest had never been the most sensitive part of his body, but now as Caresse touched him, the sensation of her touch sent his toes curling. “It also makes him just a hair more sensitive. For more squirming of course.”
Seria’s smirk grew a bit more interested. “Oooh….yes, yes I think I may very well be able to get used to you being around, Caresse.” She used the snake’s name without any added negative inflection for the first time. “Shall we?”
The three snakes nodded to each other, and Shawn was suddenly immersed in slithering touches.
Serena slithered forwards, her massive head pushing his legs apart. He gasped as, for a moment, her nose was nestled against the underside of his throbbing member, warm breath flowing over the skin as she forced his thighs open wide to accommodate.The human’s breath caught in his throat as her thick tongue took a moment to lather itself indulgently across his most sensitive skin, her gorgeous purple eyes looking teasingly up at him. “Firssst, I think we should get more comfortable.”
Shawn squirmed as she slithered further between his legs, her muscular body nosing his up easily. He found himself straddling her neck instead of the branch he had been sitting on, her smoothly scaled back flowing between his thighs as she moved. He could feel every flex of her musculature under those scales as he was lifted.
Seria’s tail slithered forth, tickling across his belly, just below Caresse’s still oozing touch, and above Serena’s flowing river of scales between his legs. It halted his advance along the trunk of the feminine snake’s colorful body, beyond which lay where the bulk of their lengthy forms always sat. Already, there was pink threaded about between the pure pattern-topped white and the banded yellow. At times it was molded and squished between the thick lengths, compressing and flowing along with them as naturally as if it had always been there. Occasionally it oozed over a coil or two before rejoining with itself, sending a noticeable shudder through wherever it had touched during the journey.
“Are you ready, Shawn?” The familiar touch of a forked tongue on his earlobe sent a shudder down his spine as Seria leaned in close. “You’ve been on edge so long, I think it’s time you relaxed….”
As she spoke, Caresse’s goo flowed further down over his chest, drifting over the coil of Seria’s body that kept him from falling into that literal sea of coils. It began to trickle and drip just above the base of his member, tantalizingly close. Seria’s coil gave his chest a little squeeze, curling around to hold him. In the wash of sensation, Caresse oozing her way across his skin, Seria holding him possessively with that single coil, and Serena’s thick trunk pressing up between his thighs, he almost neglected to answer the question, but then, after so long, there was really only one answer.
“Y-yes.”
“Good~” Seria purred.
“It’s cute that you let him think he has a choice.” Shawn felt Serena’s voice vibrate through her neck as it gave a playful wiggle between his legs.
“Well, we all must have our illusions, don’t we?” She chuckled.
On queue, Caresse’s body retracted, dragging itself over his chest. It took its time, feeling and squeezing here and there, the odd affect of her kiss making sure he felt every liquid movement of her body as that support left.
Seria’s coil pulled away, leaving him at the mercy of gravity. He gave a little sound of pleasured surprise as he slid the rest of the way down along Serena’s trunk, pitching forwards as it leveled out onto the top of that sea of shifting scale.
On impulse he put his hands forwards to try to catch himself, his hands meeting that wall of muscle. The added pleasure from every touch made him clumsy however, and at best he only slowed his descent as he flopped awkwardly onto the pile.
Shawn attempted to right himself, but the moment his hand moved, he felt something cool and smooth wrap around his wrist. His eyes trailed down to see a band of pink, oozing up from between either set of scales.
“No need to get up dear~” Came an accented voice from above. Shawn looked over his shoulder to see all three serpents regarding him with amusement. “In fact, I don’t think you’ll be needing your hands at all.”
Shawn stiffened as he found his hands drawn behind his back, the goo binding them and taking special care to gently press against the small of it as they were pinned there.Without any support, Shawn flopped forwards again onto the pile of scale. He felt it give a slow roll across his body as they began to move. The sudden motion rolled him onto his back, blushing furiously as his member stood proudly for all of them to see. Caresse’s goo slithered up through their coils, oozing over his ankles and binding them together as well. His agency to move was already restricted with a barely one hundredth of Caresse’s body, not even counting the constantly shifting bands of scale under him. Shawn squirmed as the shifting scales kneaded against his back.
There was a murmur of interest as they simply let him lay there for a moment. His heightened senses made every single motion and facet of their bodies below him enough to send quivering shudders through his body.
“He’s so cute when he’s needy…” Serena commented idly. “But we should get down to brass tax, hmmm?” As she spoke, a thick length of her body arched up from the pile, before laying itself heavily across his bound ankles. The weight of that hefty coil pushed his feet downwards, their bodies parting to accept him into their embrace. Between the shifting scales of either snake, there was a new sensation, the cool, endlessly changing touch of Caresse’s malleable body pressed against his skin. It changed densities and shapes to best wrap about his form, filling in any gaps between the haphazard coils as they gyrated around his legs.
“Indeed,” Seria nodded, another coil arcing up from the pile. This one flowed over his head before hefting itself onto his waist, just above that needy throbbing pillar. It pulsed more quickly now. Shawn couldn’t believe just how good even these smaller touches felt. It seemed as though every diamond-shaped scale and shift of oozing goo was an individual caress along the pleasure centers of his brain.
The new coil, mere inches away from giving him the truest pleasure, even beyond the bliss he was already feeling, pressed him down further. His sinking feet and lower torso pushed him upright as the portions of his body weighed down by those massive living bonds sank like a weighted stone into molasses as they shifted and parted to accept him into their touch.
The human’s breath quickened as his knees vanished, consumed under the tide of scale. Between the rising coils, he could feel the shifting pink. It climbed up along the bottoms of his thighs, tickling the undersides, slowly swaying back and forth against his skin, cinching and helping to tug him deeper and deeper still.
Shawn’s cheeks were on fire, his eyes clenched shut. If he could have wiggled his toes, he would have. After so long without release, he felt as though he could explode at any time, but whatever Caresse had done just kept the pleasure building.
It was so much, that as the coils around his legs began to caress his inner thighs, sliding between them and flowing over his skin, he moaned louder than perhaps they had ever heard him. Serena and Seria delighted themselves with seeing just what kinds of sounds they could draw from the human, squeezing here, touching with a slow, dragging caress there. Each new movement was a cacophony of pleasant sensations.
As they teased, Caresse forged ahead. Strands of pink goo climbed up along his thighs, lavishly touching him, already beginning to tickle along the underside of his balls as they began to wind around them gently fondling. That first, truly intimate touch was enough to make his back arch. A low moan escaped his lips as Serena’s scales caught up, followed closely by Seria’s, his crotch began to vanish under those twisting coils.
Caresse’s goo began to spiral around the base of his cock, taking its time, painting its way upwards like a stripe on a candy cane with those smooth, liquid movements. Her more precise touches were augmented as a hefty coil pressed against Shawn’s body, constantly flowing as his member was pinned to his belly by its bulk, keeping up a constant, persistent pressure.
Shawn’s body tensed, his hands clenching in their bound position behind his back. Now that his hands were thoroughly trapped under those shifting scales, the goo binding both them and his ankles let go, allowing him to be free of their binds, only to give in to others. The goo that had made up those binding loops, slithered back into Caresse’s body. A bit more goo flowed under Seria’s thick coil around his crotch, adding more of that malleable flesh to knead and caress with that cool smooth touch than before.
Shawn was in utter bliss. Even with that added measure by the accented serpent, he could already feel something building, stirring within his body, the orgasm to end all. But it wouldn’t come yet, she had made sure of that, he would have to wait until the bottled up sensations grew so massive that the final release was the only option.
  Shawn’s belly vanished under the rising sea. He could feel Caresse’s body threading more intimately between his legs, kneading playfully against his rear as it slithered between Seria and Serena’s coils. Individual strands of liquid serpent teased over his hyper sensitive skin. Her touch was light and teasing, offsetting the heavier, restricting power of her partners in his pleasurable, infinitely arousing torture.
  There was never a moment without movement. His body was constantly touched, ever more of it held in that snug, possessive embrace. Every shift of scale served to sink him deeper and deeper into that prison of muscular bands slithering over his skin. The spiral of Caresse’s goo squeezed and shifted as the heavy loops of the twin coils hugging around his form poured across that throbbing pole from all sides. The moans escaped Shawn’s lips so often they nearly made him as breathless as their bodies did.
  Now his chest was vanishing, getting a full breath was near impossible. He could see the sinews under the rainbow of scale rising to meet his gaze as they cinched tighter, running along his body more firmly, but still just as smoothly, as though oiled. The motions were graceful and done with an ease a human could have never accomplished, yet with more power in a single inch of their length than Shawn perhaps possessed in the whole of his body.
  Even now, with his shoulders and head still free, he could hardly wiggle more than an inch in any direction though his body begged to do so. The stimulation was almost too much to take. His nerves felt like they were on fire with pleasure, and every shudder and slide against his bare body added fuel.
  Shawn’s eyes were clenched tightly from the wash of sensation, but he heard the serpentine chuckles of the snakes toying with him in either ear. Before twin forked tongues licked lavaciously along the rims of either, drawing another moan from him.
  “Oh my, this is quite a lot of hubbub even for him…” Serena rumbled gently.
  “If he keeps this up it’ll be like the middle of summer tonight.” Seria chuckled, her warm breath washing across the side of Shawn’s neck as she nuzzled close.
  A heavy weight settled upon the human’s head, pushing him down into those coils a little bit faster as he moaned and squirmed. “I thought it would meet your approval~” Caresse’s smirking voice chiming in, her chin resting comfortably against Shawn’s hair. “But I think it is time for the finale, yes?”
  “Indeed~” Serena purred on Shawn’s left.
  “Quite.” Seria nodded to his right.
  All three of them gave him an encompassing, breathtaking squeeze from all sides. As the coils around his body began to roll and shift in new ways, the sea of coils around Shawn’s body rolled like the ocean during a storm. The mirriad of touches becoming more focused. Caresse’s spiral of goo around his cock dripped down to encompass more in its touch, fondling his balls and goosing his rump a little tighter as both Serena and Seria began to grind against it more firmly still. The lengths of their bodies between his thighs pressed against that seldom touched skin with indulgent abandon.
  Shawn’s moaning was cut short as his shoulders began to vanish. His bare chest was compressed to the point where extraneous sound was near impossible due to the sheer amount of snake flowing around his body, the massive bands, in places, thicker around than his torso. They held him with ease, delighting themselves in running their cool textured forms across his warm naked body.
  His shoulders were buried totally, twin coils the size of his thighs framing his neck now, pressing his chin upwards as they pushed and pressed around his face. Not a speck more of him was visible than his head, the rest of his body being toyed with now. Every inch possible was caressed by Serena and Seria, and everything else constantly stimulated by Caresse’s touch. There was truly not a singular inch of him that went unstimulated, un-indulged. The pleasure was so great that even thinking became impossible. He could only respond, and even that had been reduced to an impudent head wiggle, before that too was taken. His face was framed on all sides by the girth of the scales around him. His vision was ringed in swirling reptilian patterns as they threatened to close over him entirely.
  This full body intimacy, the heightened sense of arousal, and now that he was utterly submerged, it was finally too much. With what little breath he could claim, Shawn cried out. His body wanted to stiffen, but his smaller muscles quailed against that mass of serpentine flesh binding him. Caresse’s goo squeezed around his cock, playing with his balls more intensely as Serena and Seria’s attentions at his thighs and around his groin pressed in more firmly. The constant flowing motions egged him forwards as that release finally struck.
  Like lightning coursing through his body, the pleasure flowed along every nerve ending. His body buzzed with bliss so great, he thought he might explode as his member throbbing powerfully, finally losing the stored seed of two days of teasing.
  Shawn shuddered as much as he could. Rope after rope of his release lubricated the coils drawing it forth, that pink goo and the twin coils working to milk every last drop from his body as the snakes watched their little plaything in the throes of passion.
  Shawn was suspended there in that climax, those heavenly scales like the caress of a thousand lovers all over his body with every movement. Each shift and flex of their lengthy forms just made it more intense, more wonderful.
  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Shawn slumped, completely and utterly spent into the coils that held him. His eyes were now a bit glazed and a dopey smile painted his face. He could hear some words being spoken, but after such an intense orgasm, processing words was above his current mental faculties.
  “Monsieur?” Caress attempted a third time, before blinking with a look of concern. “Oh dear, do you think I might have overdone it?”
Seria smirked. “Oh no, he often gets like that. It’s kinda cute really, but I wouldn’t worry, I don’t think he could be happier if we tried.”
Serena nodded in agreement. “I also doubt this. As payment he’ll have to massage my scales twice tomorrow.”
Seria frowned. “That’ll take all day. I do hope you’re not expecting me to forgo my turn.”
Serena pouted. “Well you and he did spend the last day mocking my perfectly rational fear of humans in costume.”
Seria rolled her eyes. “Sure. Rational. In anycase, we can discuss this at length when he’s…” All three of them stared down at his vacant, happy expression. “Cognizant.”
Caresse chuckled, slithering under the chin of either snake. “Indeed, though, if I am not mistaken, this means that my addition has been met with approval, yes?” She smirked at them, nuzzling gently.
 Serena stiffened, though Seria stayed impassive as ever for a few moments, before nodding and resting a bit of her weight atop the malleable snake’s head. “Indeed...for now I will admit your addiction is a net positive....”
The pink snake gave a little coo of happiness. “I thought so! I think this is going to be a beautiful arrangement~” She turned to Shawn, his face barely poking out of their coils. “In the meantime, what shall we do with him?”
Seria smirked, her coils being the topmost. They shifted slightly, covering Shawn’s eyes. “Well, I think he’s deserves a reprieve, and I can think of no better place..” Another shift of scale, and all that poked from the mountain of coils was Shawn’s nose and mouth, still panting heavily from the exertion. All three snakes slithered over to look down at what little could be seen of the human, some of Serena’s coils shifting upwards along with Caresse’s to crowd around that last visage. They shared a smirk before she continued. “Sleep well, Shawn. With three of us, you’re going to have quite a busy day tomorrow...for now...ressssst.” Seria’s forked tongue tickled his nose lightly. “You’ll need it~”
With that all three of them squeezed inwards in tandem, and the last of Shawn vanished into their coils like a man sinking into quicksand. Their patterned scales poured inwards to cut him off from the outside world, and suspend him in kneading, coiling, shifting bliss, until they would have need of him again.
The three serpents coiled about various branches, their bodies twined about one another's comfortably, as they each gave their own little yawn, and set about catching the last rays of the sun, additional heat coming from their captive little pet, utterly bound in their coils.
 
 
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